They got us fresh meat boy<br/><br/>Damnit! Red always liked to talk about new nurses and doctors like playthings or...well it just freaked him out. He smacked his head again against the wall, hoping to jar Red loose so the others could get him pulled back into the deeper recesses of his mind.<br/><br/>You seem to have gotten someone news attention Ozy. This could be a good thing. I will make sure to keep Atrophos in check. Nathlum will be helping you so you don't talk to yourself.<br/><br/>Atrophos? Nathlum? OH! Right! That's what their names were. So complicated. Why couldn't they all be easy like Sol? Atrophos was Red, Nathlum was green. He committed the names to memory as the cell door was opened. His head rose, black hair, streaked with neon blue, a color the doctors were baffled to discover was his natural hair color, covered most of his face. To mot he would look like a predator sizing up his prey. But the staff had long ago learned that it was just how Ozy looked at everyone. It didn't help that his irises were slitted vertically, giving him an almost feline hunters presence.<br/><br/>"Hey Ozy, Looks like..."<br/><br/>Ozy smirked, again, a gesture most would take to be predatory. He was a walking conundrum. He supposed some of Atrophos mannerisms just surfaced in his expressions. He cut the tall, husky black guard off "I have someone new to talk to? ....Interesting. Alright, i know the drill...."<br/><br/>The Black guard, Gerald, was the only one not disturbed by Ozy's precognitive abilities. He talked to Ozy whenever he got the chance. Since Ozy never left this room except for interviews, Gerald had to have felt a sense of pity for him. He looked no older than 17, but his words, the way he thought and behaved, moved, spoke of someone much older and experienced. The others were thoroughly disturbed, looking between each other nervously. Gerald just chuckled and shook his head. "Can't get anything past you can we Ozy? Alright, sorry man but you know the drill."<br/><br/>He did. Standing slowly, so as to prevent the other guards and newer staff from freaking out, he kept his hands visible as he walked up to Gerald, the human handcart familiar with him. Polished surgical steel, with hand and leg restraints, as well as a waist band to prevent mobility of any degree. Gerald knew it was all for appearance. He'd seen Ozy tear the things apart when he tried to attack Buxton. The guy was a sleazy bastard anyways. Asking all sorts of messed up questions to Ozy. He didn't feel any sort of pity for the doctor, who'd quickly been relocated to a ward in central London.<br/><br/>Standing on the handcart, he let the more nervous guards strap his wrists and ankles in, the white cotton clothes chaffing him. Gerald snapped the waist band into place and waved the other guards back. "I got this. I keep tellin ya the guys as harmless as a kitten long as you don't ask the wrong questions. Chill out folks.<br/><br/>Ozy could appreciate the sentiment but knew it was wasted. Lately, Sol had been....showing him things. He could literally<em>see</em>the fear pulsing around them like purple clouds, brightening as he came closer to them, hair dangling in front of his face with that wide, toothy grin directed at them for effect.<br/><br/>As they cleared the new group, Gerald, wheeling his folding handcart along, whispered in his ear "You know, your eyes are startin to glow man. not sure what happened but it's kinda weird y'know? might wanna have an explanation ready." As he said this he pulled out a mirror from his pocket and held it in front of Ozy. He was right, his eyes, always a bright emerald color, had actually taken on a slight glow in the sclera, turning the white a dull, though luminous green. Oh well.<br/><br/>Gerald said nothing more. He was held deep in the ward, so it took a solid 20 minutes to reach the room where his new shrink was. Odd, this was in the minimum security wing. They either were viewing him less and less as a threat or they were getting sloppy. Probably a bit of both really.<br/><br/>The big guard wheeled him into the room, eyes instantly analyzing every aspect of this new doctor. No fear, good. He hated when people feared him. He just wanted to get out. But she was young. Younger than the withered husks he'd dealt with so far. Hitting a lever at the back of the rack, the middle foldied, the portion his arms were clamped onto raising as he lowered to raise into arm rests. Gerald, as was his job, walked over to the door, standing at rest with arms crossed at his stomach.<br/><br/>Ozy smiled, trying his best not to seem frightening as he analyzed this new girl."I guess the doctors got tired of trying to pick my brain huh? too much going on in there for them. Names Ozy, but you already know that right? Of course you do....So, to what do i owe the pleasure.?"