{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells
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				Title: <strong>{Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 15:08:51</strong>
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				Thunder crashed and roared just outside the walls of the Asylum as the storm bore down on Lake Heart. Long, jagged knives of lightning split a sky that was churning with deep gray clouds. <br><br>Inside of the Asylum, the lights had gone out as they so often did during the thunderstorms that plagued Lake Heart on a very frequent basis. <br><br>The power had been out for well over a quarter hour already. Custodio had gone to the basement to see about starting the backup generators, yet no one knew of his progress in that regard. Obviously, he hadn't succeeded so far.<br><br>The patients wouldn't have known of his efforts anyway. Whereas the first floor was mostly a lobby and admissions area and the second floor was divided between doctor's offices and patient's cells, the third floor of the Asylum was primarily devoted to housing the insane. <br><br>Currently, a good number of those insane patients were wailing and moaning in terror. No matter how many times the power went out, they still treated it like a life-threatening catastrophe. Farther down the halls, locked away in the high security area, Patient 600-202020-6 sat and listened to the pitiful moans of fear from her fellow lunatics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2008, 15:27:59</strong>
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				She stared at the wall, rocking slightly as she tugged at the old-fashioned straight-jacket she'd been transferred in. It made her itch, the rough canvas on her bare skin as maddening as anything else. The smells were all different too, in this new asylum... tainted, somehow, a sort of irony bitterness, rather like blood. She was definitely feeling unsettled.<br><br>Her gaze was drawn again to the corner of the padded bench that served as a bed in the cell, although she couldn't see it in the darkness of the cell. The padding had torn on one corner, against the wall, somehow missed by the maintenance crew... if there were any, in this unsettling asylum. While it wasn't exposed enough to hurt herself against, the corner of metal-reinforced plywood was sparking a thought in the chaotic swirling of her mind.<br><br>Moving very slowly and deliberately, almost as if her goal was likely to take flight at a hurried movement, she knelt down beside the bed and used her cheek to feel her way to the gap between wall and bench. Leaning against the wall, she squirmed and ground her shoulder in until the exposed edge hooked over the leather buckle that fastened her arms around herself.<br><br>She pulled gently, once or twice, testing how well it had hooked, and then thrust away from the 'bed' with all her might. There was the stacatto crackle of popping threads, and then the buckle slipped and she shot away from the bench, crashing against the padding of the far wall hard enough to bring spots to her eyes... they were bright in the darkness.<br><br>Slightly dazed, she sat and panted for a moment before returning to her uncomfortable position. She could almost feel the bruises forming on her arm as she squirmed in, hooking the buckle once again.<br><br>Outside, in the slot beside the door, her transfer card settled slightly in the slot. As she took a deep breath and began pulling again, another dazzling flash of lightning lit the card brightly.<br><br><hr>WATERFALL MENTAL HEALTH FACILITY TRANSFER CARD<br>Patient:<em>600-202020-6</em><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Jane Doe</em><br><br>Age: 20 <em>(Approx)</em><br>Height: 5'8"<br>Weight:<br>Hair: Brown<br>Eyes: Blue<br><br>Referring Doctor: <em>William Jones</em><br><br>Transfer Notes: <em>Extreme care with this one. Has severely injured a number of other staff and patients. Recommend 24hour monitoring and restraints at all times, unless under heavy sedation</em><br><br>Patient Notes: <em>See attached case files 132 and 534. In summary... patient suffers from severe hallucinogenic breaks, with severe violence and complete breakdown of communication skills and higher reasoning ability. Manual dexterity is retained, as are basic reasoning and planning skills. I would go so far as to define it as another personality, if there were in fact any signs of a personality present during the breaks.<br><br>Outside of the breaks, the patient is lucid and friendly... however, she refuses any concept of appropriate sexual behaviour. She attempts to seduce anyone she is regularly brought into contact with. At the institution before this one, it was discovered she was sexually active with a number of orderlies and at least one patient... this was only discovered when she experienced a break during one of the 'liasons' and injured the orderly to the point of placing him in intensive care. Injuries included bites, shattered bones and a fractured skull.<br><br>Unresponsive to therapy. Several analysts refuse to work with her due to her apparently random violent responses to questions.<br><br>Claims no memory regarding her life before her first incarceration. Claims no memory of events during the breaks.</em><br><br>Further comments: <em>I'm sorry to dump this one on you guys, but we don't have the facilities to maintain her. I know it's unprofessional of me to say so, but this one is creepy. You'll see what I mean.</em><br><br>Transfer authorisation: <em>William Jones</em><br>Form 313-020-302<br><hr>FOR OFFICE USE ONLY<br>Transfer log:<br>Approval log:<br>Transport Authority:<br>Receiver Authority:
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 15:35:04</strong>
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				In the cell next to Jane's, another patient stirred. The sounds of Jane's struggling had awakened her from the temporary death of heavy sedation.<br><br>Anne Marie was her name, as Jane would soon find out. If all went well for them, they would find out much more about each other. Whether they became fast friends or bitter enemies...only Fate could decide. For now, Anne was awake, and the chemical sedatives were quickly wearing off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 17:14:22</strong>
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				With a rip that sounded more like a loud snap, the buckle finally tore free. Once again Jane flew backwards to slam into the padded wall with an 'Oof'.<br><br>She lifted the heavy canvas encasing the freed arm to her sharp teeth, worrying at each strand in turn. Once she'd made a hole in the sleeve, it would free her fingers to be able to undo the other sleeve, and make a hole in that in turn. Scratchy as it was, the weight of the jacket was comforting... she just desperately needed her hands free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 21:03:24</strong>
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				Anne Marie Jenkins sat against the padded wall in an almost catatonic state as the first "thump" could be felt. The haze from the sedatives was beginning to lift, and in her mind she was laying in bed with Shelby, tracing her fingers along the petite blonde's hip. In the memory they were looking at a cruise brochure trying to decide which trip they wanted to take to the Caribbean. <br><br>The thump happened again disturbing her memory, as Anne's pale blue eyes slowly opened. The long dark brown locks were pulled away from her face in a haphazard pony tail. The nurses must have done it, she figured and slowly struggled to her feet. Her hands were bound to her waist by leather shackles attached to a heavy belt that fastened in the back with a key lock. Anne's feet were bound as well, with heavy leather shackles with a short chain between them, that allowed her to barely walk around. To an observer she looked tired, and a little beat up, the anger and maniacal joy creating premature lines on her young face. The thump happened again, turning quickly she lay against the padded room floor and banged on the wall with her feet. "HEY THUMPER! KNOCK IT OFF!" she yelled at whatever was making the noise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 17:22:06</strong>
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				Jane paused, the sleeve of the jacket looking somewhat tattered from the attentions of her teeth, and tilted her head to listen. Her face had a wondering expression, and then a small frown as she studied the thin padding. She renewed her efforts on the sleeve, several loud ripping sounds filling the room as she tore at the heavy material with her teeth until her hand was freed from the confining sleeve.<br><br>One of the corner pads near the ceiling seemed a little flatter than the others, and she discovered that she could just about reach it if she stood on the edge of the sleeping 'bench'. It took some effort to tear the cover and then pull out handfuls of the elderly padding before she could reveal the old air-vent, added before the room was converted into a padded cell. She stood on tiptoe to call through the vent.<br><br>"Um. Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 17:42:07</strong>
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				Anne lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling. The rage was burning inside of her, and she despised..no she HATED having her hands strapped down this way. Everything that had happened since the day of her and Shelby's rape had led to this, yet there was some level of justice in it all. Life would be nothing but insane without her beautiful girl, so let them keep her here. She slowly began to work her hand in the cuffs, folding her thumb in and pulling against the leather restraint. Just needed to make her hands a little narrower, it was the 'hello' that distracted her it was a female voice.<br><br>"So Thumper speaks instead of thumping, that is relief. I was beginning to believe they were keeping giant rabbits next door."she said rather dryly. Anne continued to work her right hand from the cuff. They had tried this on her before and it always just a matter of time. She worked the leather back and forth to widen it a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 17:48:21</strong>
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				Jane frowned again, unseen in the dark of the unlit cells.<br>"Rabbits?" she asked after a moment. "They have rabbits here? They had rabbits at the one house. I didn't like them. They scratched me."<br>Leaning against the wall, she twisted herself until she could reach the remaining buckle with her freed hand, pulling awkwardly at the stiff leather.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 18:09:02</strong>
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				Looked around at where the sound was coming from, and could not quite see. "No darlin, you are the giant rabbit, with all that thumping you were just doing. Dammit why do they make these cuffs so damned tight..grrrrr"sharled as she pulled harder and harder against the cuff. Tucking all of her fingers together and with some minor tearing of the skin, she managed to free her right hand.<br><br>"YES!..."she shouted, then realized that it took off a little more than just the very top layer of skin and there was a bit of bleeding, nothing major as far as she could see. Anne proceeded to unbuckle the other cuff quickly.<br><br>Now that she had her hands free, she walked around the room looking for the source of the voice she was speaking to"Can ya still hear me Thumper?" she called out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 01:24:19</strong>
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				<br>Dr. Habner sat in her second floor office pouring over her notes collected over the past few weeks looking for a common thread in her records. The catalyst for Anne Marie Jenkins psychotic breaks with reality remained a mystery. The lights flickered dramatically, their flourescent bulbs buzzing and crackling before going out.&nbsp; Greta had come to expect the deficiency but she never got accustomed to it. She took this clinical assignment to gain experience and to have the freedom to explore some of her more unconventional hypotheses. There was so much pathology here that she found little time for true controlled scientific experimentation. She heard thumps coming from the third floor patient care area and when into motion, enacting what she had come to consider as the "doomsday" protocol.<br><br>She felt in the darkness for the heavy duty lantern/flashlight that she kept on the shelf near her desk. A convenient peal of lightening and thunder illuminated the room enough to allow her to place her hand on it. She took it from the shelf and clicked on the lamp, sending a harsh beam into the room. She unlocked the drug storage cabinet and withdrew four 10 milliliter syringes, four 18 gauge needle tips and four 22 gauge tips. She draped a sterile cloth over her desk and began to draw up the haloperidol and benzodiazepine cocktails for the girls up on three. She stuffed the syringes into her lab jacket pocket and pulled her long wavy blonde hair into a tight twist; a precautionary tactic she had learned the hard way. She picked up the flashlight and headed to the third floor carrying the tangle of keys for the rooms and restraint devices between her fists like a weapon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 17:55:40</strong>
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				Jane's voice carried a distinct airy, unworldly sound, as if she were drugged or at least daydreaming. She'd managed to undo the buckle and free her other arm, and was now chewing at the sleeve to free her hand.<br>"I'm here," she called after a vague, distracted pause, then returned to worrying at the sleeve. Her free hand undid the 'belt' of the straightjacket, leaving the heavy material now hanging on her like a too-large coat, one hand poking free through the tattered sleeve, the straps still dangling at the ends.<br><br>She climbed down from the bench, still chewing at the sleeve, and moved over to the door to stand just before it, staring at the little sliding door that allowed someone outside to peer in. If someone slid the door back, her large eyes would be staring through from less than a foot away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 18:26:16</strong>
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				Greta heard her small voice call out and knew that she was in possession of her natural persona, if it could be called that. The tentative nature of her inquiry led her to understand she was frightened by the storm. That meant that “Jane” could behave in an unpredictable nature, becoming suddenly violent if she felt threatened. She weighed the benefits of the element of surprise against warning her of approach and trying to calm her. She chose the latter, expecting the girl to be on her guard against an approach. Greta called softly to her. “Jane, darling. It’s Dr. Habner. I’ve come to check that you’re alright.” She listened at the door, placing the key into the lock. She slid the window open and saw Jane, her face as near the opening as she could be. Greta assessed her features. Jane was certainly in a charged state. Hearing the clank of the buckles on Jane’s jacket, she knew she had been working her way out of it again. Greta felt for the syringes loaded with sedative and antipsychotic medications in her lab coat pocket for reassurance. She would need all four to subdue these ladies if they were as adrenaline-charged as she had seen them in the past. She estimated it was likely they would be, with the loss of power and the violent storm crashing around the facility.<br><br>After managing Jane, Greta would have to steel her nerves to deal with Anne Marie Jenkins in the next cell. She hoped that she could bring the girls together in group, allowing them to mirror their commonalities to one another in the hopes of each girls self-actualization advancing. Often patients could better understand their own pathologies when they saw them in other people. She hoped the girls could provide one another with the breakthroughs they so desperately needed. The repeating cycles of psychosis, sedation and remediation were doing neither girl much good. She sighed and waited for some sign of Jane's current mental status in her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 09:04:35</strong>
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				Jane stared owlishly at the doctor through the little window, then held up her arms to display the torn jacket sleeves, wiggling her fingers through the holes she'd made.<br>"I broke my jacket again," she confessed, then smiled shyly and stepped away from the door as if to allow it to open.<br>"I didn't break the lights though. I was sleeping then."<br><br>Abruptly she paused and frowned at the door.<br>"Are you angry with me Doctor Habner? I don't want you to be angry with me. The needles hurt my skin."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 10:06:59</strong>
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				Anne walked towards the door as she heard the doctor speaking to the other girl. What did she call the girl? Jane, that was it. She felt the blood drying on her wrists where the leather had scraped a thin layer of skin. She leaned against the door to listen. Doctors were always a little sneaky, better to make them believe she was still shackled and harmless. Anne adjusted the shackles and slid her hands back in, making sure they were suitably loose enough to get her hands out. It was easy to make them appear tight. Such deceptions were necessary if one wished to escape.&nbsp; <br><br>The doctors kept wondering what had happened to Anne, why did she break. She figured it was all there in the court documents. They raped and killed her love, she decided to issue revenge accordingly, it wasn't rocket science. But the others ,the ones not responsible for killing Shelby, they kept calling them innocent over and over. There was never an innocent hurt according to Anne. She merely leveled the playing field against people who were targeting and hurting her while she was captive. The other people who were taken down, had it coming. The cops were vicious, so she was in turn vicious, the staff at the last hospital were cruel, so in turn she was cruel. An eye for an eye. The men that had raped her, killed the only thing she ever loved, the one thing she lived for. So she in turn decimated their lives completely. <br><br>So quietly she stood there listening that she seemed to drift again back into Shelby's arm, back to a beautiful memory and away from the good Dr. Habner, who seemed to be rather focused on thumper girl next door. Anne slipped back against the far corner of the wall and closed her eyes. There would be time enough for killing.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 20:42:50</strong>
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				Greta sighed in relief. Jane seemed subdued and acquiescent. Greta told her what she was going to do next. “Jane dear, I am going to open both the doors and I want you to come out into the hallway with me. Don’t be frightened. It’s dark out here too and I have a bright flashlight.” Greta opened the outer door slowly. “I am going to take your hand. I want you and Anne out here. We can go to the therapy room and sit on the couches together until the storm passes. Would you like to do that? Can we all sit together?”<br><br>Dr. Habner waited for Jane’s response as she looked into her cell. She looked so frightened that her heart went out to her. She knew Jane still didn’t understand. “I know you didn’t do anything to the lights, Jane. It’s this storm. What do you say, Jane? I could use your help with Anne, your neighbor.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 08:46:12</strong>
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				There was a long pause from inside the cell, before Jane finally answers.<br>"She says I'm a rabbit." She sounded quite pleased with the revelation.<br>"I'd like to sit in the therapy room. Do you think there'll be juice to drink?"<br>She waited for the inner door to be opened, toying idly with the leather straps on her jacket sleeve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 04:37:04</strong>
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				Greta opened the inner door and held her hand outstretched to Jane. She waited to see if she would take it. She reassured her, "Jane, there's someone I want you to meet." Greta held her breath. She might be inviting a world of trouble but she couldn't let them stay alone in this storm. Her heart couldn't let her leave them alone and frightened. She gestured for her to come, holding her hand back out again, "I could really use your help, sweetie. What do you say?"<br><br>Greta hoped she would come before Anne was too far gone for even she and Jane to calm. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 11:53:10</strong>
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				Jane took the doctor's hand like a little girl, meek and compliant. She followed her out to the other door, buckles clinking faintly as she walked.<br>"Of course I will help you," she said seriously. Her hand was cool and dry against the doctor's hand, her skin soft and her nails clipped short.<br>"What do you want me to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 14:42:55</strong>
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				Greta took Jane's hand and as she walked out of the cell, gently drew her arm around the woman's shoulder. "Jane, I want to introduce you to your neighbor, Anne. She needs a good friend like you." The two opened the slot to allow a view of each cell's resident and called softly to Anne.<br><br>"Anne, dear. It's Dr Habner. I want to bring you out. I have someone I want you to meet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 08:53:06</strong>
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				Anne had heard the doctor talking to Jane as she sat against the far wall she looked over at the door. Dr. Habner had the thumper girl with her, this intrigued Anne but not enough to speak just yet. The thunder rattles the room again, as the lighting flashed across the sky showing Anne's face for a brief flickering moment. Rising slowly she padded over to the door, her shackled feet making a soft chinking sound with the movement. <br><br>In a voice so soft her words were almost inaudible "Hello Dr. Habner, hello Thumper..." &nbsp;she smiled maliciously as the lighting lit up the tiny window again, showing her face for but a frightening, flickering moment. "Quite the bad weather we are having, no?" Anne flexed her hands, the rage was not quite there, but one wrong move could easily incite her. Tilting her head she peered through the little open window at the two women. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 09:10:33</strong>
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				Jane's hair, somewhat wild from her struggle with the coat, hung over her face. She peered between slightly tangled locks, trying to make out more in the darkness of Anne's cell. There was still a distinct hint of tension in the air, although it was impossible to tell if it was from the two girls, or merely a combination of the spooky building and the distant moans from the less fortunate inmates.<br><br>"See, no rabbit ears!" Jane suddenly said to Anne through the small gap. She put her hands over her ears, and the stiff canvas and leather tails curved up and away from her head, looking for a moment somewhat like large floppy ears. Jane giggled, the light sound completely clashing against the somber background.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 15:08:13</strong>
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				Greta smoothed Jane's hair and the two peered into Anne's cell. "Anne," she said softly, listening to the glinting edge in her tone. "Would you like to come out, dear?" Greta's heart pounded as another peal of thunder crashed around them and the lightening flashed, illuminating the cells and spilling into the corridor where Jane stood with her, holding her hand. Greta slowly turned the key in the lock, and saw the grimace on Anne's face. She held the lock's tumbler half turned, the key poised for either direction and waited for Anne to react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 16:27:53</strong>
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				The slow half turn of the lock seemed to break the spell of her stare, Anne's face softened a little as she took a step back. Keeping her hands in position of being bound, pressing them a little to give the appearance being taut she spoke softly "Sure, why not...". Her long dark hair bound away from her face she decided to wait and see what this doctor wanted.<br><br>One could not say that she was totally trust worthy, but she reminded herself that Thumper had done nothing wrong so far, it was the doctor of whom she was leary. Anne stepped back further allowing for the door to be opened. Her demeanor seemed relaxed and she was very interested in the girl who entertained her with the mock hare ears made by the straight jacket. Why was she here, was she dangerous too?
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				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 16:35:57</strong>
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				While the stroking of her hair was certainly comforting, the tangled locks... uncombed other than through her own haphazard attempts, ever since an incident with an orderly at the previous asylum that was a little too rough with her grooming... wouldn't be tameable without a good deal of work.<br><br>Jane peered in at Anne as soon as the door was opened. Her own face, even with the tangled hair and shorn of makeup, was surprisingly attractive... a little snub nose, huge eyes, high cheekbones, slim eyebrows and long eyelashes. The thick jacket hid her appreciable curves, but her legs were long and, even with the baggy asylum-issue pyjama pants, could be seen to be shapely.
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				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 05:44:29</strong>
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				Greta held her arm out to Anne and beckoned her to come with them. Jane seemed unaware of the tension Greta felt or the danger of bringing Anne out with them. She was sweet and a bit out of touch. Greta motioned for her to follow and she began to back away slowly, much as Anne had done, imitating her motions in the hope that the mirroring would gain her trust. "Come Anne. I'm not sure it's so safe inside the room right now. If you're frightened of the storm, we want you to come with us." She looked to Jane who was eager to help. Greta was unsure if Anne had loosed herself from her jacket again and kept the tazer in one pocket that no one knew she had. She calculated how quickly she could draw the syringe meant for Anne from her pocket and place it. She would need at least three seconds to stop her if she turned. Greta held her breath.
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 20:43:21</strong>
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				Anne nodded and kept the shackles attached to the belt tight in appearance. Looking over at Jane she smiled and shuffled out the door. No reason to make quick moves, there was time. The storm continued to rattle the hospital and Anne wondered why the doctor was making such a fuss about them both. Certainly they would be safer in their cells. No matter, the links of Anne's chains made more chinking noise as she walked barefoot on to the cold hallway. This was how the concrete of that room had felt, cold and emotionless. <br><br>The fear showing in the doctors face as the lightening blazed again began adding fuel to that dark desire to Anne's mind. She continued to smile as she stood next to the two women. Her own blue eyes rested upon the pretty face of Thumper, she had that look of wildness that Shelby had possessed and it made Anne's mouth twitch. No one could be Shelby, but this girl might be just as insane. That idea seemed to sooth the beast roiling within her mind for the moment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 10:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was certainly a figurative resonance in the air between Jane and Anne. From her expression, something had certainly 'clicked' in Jane's head as she watched Anne shuffle out, getting a good look at the girl for the first time. There was a long, tense moment as she tilted her head and gazed at the woman... then she unfroze and offered a wide smile.<br><br>"Hello Anne," she said happily. "This is fun, isn't it? Do you think the games will be set up in the Therapy room? Doctor Habner, do you think I could use the coloured pencils if I'm good?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 14:36:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta led them into the therapy room at the end of the hall. It was sparsely decorated keeping safety in mind. Furniture and fixtures were bolted down in most cases. She led the women into the room and uprighted the lantern, making a soft glow throughout the room. It gave the impression of dim lighting.<br><br>Greta motioned for them to sit. She selected this room for its lack of windows and central location on the floor. the unnerving sights and sounds of the storm would have less impact. She wondered what was taking so long to get the lights back up. The doors were keyed for ingress and egress so she could maintain control of the door. She took a deep breath and moved behind Jane as she she gestured for her to sit.<br><br>"I thought we might do some guided imagery exercises while we're here. It will help us all to relax without the medicine. Jane, Anne, if you feel like you need the medicine, you can have it. I thought it might be nice to learn how to do this so you can do it anytime you feel tension creeping up on you. What do you say, ladies. Are you both game?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 14:52:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne stared at Jane intently, taking in the distinct features of Thumpers face. When the girl smiled widely a strange look crept over her eyes, shaking her head a little Anne shuffled along with the doctor and the other patient. She tried not to stare at Jane but could not help herself. Dr. Habner said something about guided imagery and Anne nodded just to get the woman to shut up. <br><br>Her eyes never left Jane as they entered the room, the girl seemed so small and somewhat helpless, but judging by the state of her jacket Anne knew that was a complete illusion, <em>just like Shelby</em>. Anne half listened to the doctor as she sat across from Jane, she wondered "What are we supposed to imagine doctor?" the words fell from her lips. Watching the girl, Anne saw Shelby's face overlapping, the dark hair taking on Shelby's blond locks, their noses were slightly upturned the same. Tilting her head and staring for a long moment, Anne smiled softly and whispered "Hey baby girl....you OK?". Her expression was a little worried and hurt as if she were looking into the past, into her memories.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 14:59:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jane, once her view of Anne had been broken by their move into the room, had ended up staring into space with her usual slightly lost expression. Her attention had snapped back to Anne as the girl whispered, almost seeming to grimace and flinch herself as the whisper triggered some ancient memory. For a long, painful moment memories swirled in her head, a bright mass of painfully bright sensations and vivid, shocking images... and then the memories disappated under protective mental gauze, Jane offering Anne another, slightly more hesitant smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 05:52:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta began, in a soft, melodic tone. "Okay, let's close our eyes. I want you to feel your bodies relax." She watched for Jane and Anne and looked into Anne's eyes, waiting for her to comply. "Close your eyes and imagine a place you think of as relaxing. It can be any place, real or imagined. The important thing is that you find it peaceful." Greta took a sip of water and continued. "As you imagine this place, this happy place, I want you to relax your bodies. Feel the tension slip from your face as you relax it. Every muscle tensing and then relaxing. As you relax, move to your jaws. We hold a lot of tension in our jaws." <br><br>Greta did not relax but stayed poised and observant. "Feel your neck relax. Move your head from side to side and let it go slack, feel the tension, red and hot run from your body replaced by a cool blue serenity. Feel it sink into your muscles as you let them fall."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 10:33:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The doctor was talking about relaxing. That was not her problem at all, she sat in the chair and continued to stare at the two women. In fact she was so relaxed when she had her hands on her victims, that she barely broke a sweat. She enjoyed every moment of their gruesome demise, and was happy that she had been the cause. Anne shifted in the chair, she was not comfortable and she knew why. <br><br>"Dr. Habner, where is the rest room?" she asked softly. "I really need to go..." Making a little bit of a face, her eyes were softened. She wondered if her paper work had made it to the ho sipital, did they tell the staff about not to trust her. Her smile was gentle as she continued to wait, like a snake ready to strike. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 12:56:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jane watched Anne as she spoke, and then quickly turned to the doctor before she could answer Anne's question. She remembered the way staff often got flustered when bothered by two patients at the same time.<br>"Oh doctor... I don't understand. What if we don't feel tension? How do we know what colour it is? do you like rabbits?"<br>She was brightly chattery and happy, smiling at the doctor as she barraged her with the questions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 02:45:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta pressed the call button to summon one of the nurses to assist her with Anne's need for the bathroom so she could keep an eye on Jane. "Someone is on the way, Anne. It'll be just a moment."<br><br>She considered the two women and made mental note of Anne's inability to make eye contact with her as she spoke. In Anne, she felt it signaled deception or malicious intent. She'd seen the few notes that had been made in her chart to this point; Anne was suspicious, non-communicative and withheld interaction and engagement in sessions. She thought it didn't bode well for her current state. She was not, however, prepared to give up on her.<br><br>Greta regarded Jane and felt a stab of sympathy for her. She had so completely split with reality that psychosis was becoming her resting state more than conscious awareness. She felt as though, to some extent, she was losing time with both. <br><br>"I love rabbits, Jane," Greta smiled. "If you have no stress, I envy you. I feel tense from time to time and this exercise helps me. It takes some practice though. If you work at it, you can get better at it. Can we try it so you'll have lots of practice to draw on when you do get stressed? Every one feels stress sometimes, Jane." Greta looked at Anne. She watched her closely. She felt her mouth go dry as she waited for additional staff. When the next crack of thunder sounded, Greta jumped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 08:30:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne felt a sudden flash point of rage and she smiled. Looking over at the good doctor as the woman seemed to become a little tense she tilted her head "What is the matter Dr.Habner, the imagery not working for you?" she chided. <br><br>Pulling her large hands free of the loosened shackles, Anne stepped up and moved like a dart charging&nbsp; the woman, grappling the doctor's hands and jerking the good doctor out of the chair. Pinning the wrists together, with a strong grip Anne's eyes bore into Greta's.<br><br>&nbsp;"Isnt this what you want? To look me in the eye and see the depth of my MADNESSS" Anne screamed with maniacal delight as she pressed their bodies against the wall. Keeping a tight grip on good doctor's hands. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 18:12:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A fairly large, burly man with a grizzled beard and gruff manner ran into the room. The only thing suggesting he was an orderly was the way he was dressed: scrubs with an ill-fitting lab coat on over them. He looked more like a body guard or bouncer that dressed up as a medical assistant for Halloween than a genuine certified orderly. <br><br>"What in the hell is going on in here?" he asked, his voice fierce.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 02:30:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta signaled for assistance to keep both women under watchful care as the thunder cracked loudly, seemingly on top of them. Startled by the sudden noise, Greta flinched and Anne took full advantage of her brief distraction. She leapt from the chair and swept Greta up with her, trapping her against the wall. She tensed and tried to pull away but was unsuccessful. Anne’s face was close to her own and as she spoke, she felt a spray as Anne spat her harsh words at her. Greta summoned as much will as she could and relaxed in Anne’s grip, never taking her mind from the defenses she had brought with her. <br><br>The orderly arrived and ran through the door, demanding to know what was going on. Greta had to rely on his training at this point; she hesitated to direct him to subdue Anne. As the woman held her wrists together, she spoke calmly to her. “Anne, you’re not mad. I don’t believe that at all and neither do you.” She breathed slowly and deeply to calm herself. “Now, sit back down so we can continue with the session.” Her tone belied her fear. She hoped that Anne would listen rather than escalate the situation. She looked to the orderly and said, “Come in and let’s all try to remain calm,” nodding as she spoke to him, signaling him to advance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 15:14:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Down the hall, Dr. Ignatius walked slowly through the shadows with his hands behind his back, surveying the darkness-shrouded halls of his Asylum. Everyone in the Asylum knew of Ignatius, but he rarely graced a group of disorderly patients with his presence. Most of his time was spent in more private sessions with a single patient; however, the black-out had altered his routine. After the meeting with Dr. Blake, he had gone to find out what was delaying Custodio from restoring the primary power feed to the building. On his way down, he had been distracted from that task when he heard the call for an orderly from a distance and decided to investigate it himself. <br><br>Walking to the edge of the room, Ignatius stopped and simply stood there, a silent and imposing figure. He watched as his underling Smith, the 'orderly', moved to flank Anne. If she did indeed choose to give in to her violent tendencies, the orderly was in a good position to attempt to neutralize her. Ignatius chuckled at that for a moment..."attempt to" was the key part of that thought. With Anne's background and skill, there was no guarantee that even a hulking brute like Smith could counteract her so easily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 16:45:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta remained still and relaxed in Anne's grasp, waiting for her to respond. Dr. Ignatius came into the room and stood slient. His presence comforted her. She had begun to worry that Jane would begin to react poorly to the commotion. She waited, the tools necessary to subdue any of them close by in her pockets but out of her reach.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 06:53:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The smell of fear wafted into Anne's nostrils and seemed to stoke the fire of maniacal hatred roiling in her mind. The strange calm smiled continued to grace Anne's lips as the orderly burst through the door yelling at her. Dr. Habner's words indeed made sense yet Anne felt no keening desire to acquiesce to them, gripping the doctor's hands little tighter Anne pressed her pale pink lips close to the woman's ear and whispered. "Becareful my good Dr.Habner......You have no idea of what I am capable of....isn't that right Dr. Ignatius?" she spoke a little louder and released the woman's hands.<br><br>Tilting her head a little as she backed away, Anne kept the orderly and the two psychiatrists in her sights, her stance limited by the tight leather shackles on her ankles, yet her hands were flexed and ready. For a split second her eyes darted over to Jane, the memory of Shelby came screaming back to her mind again. <br><br>The pain of her lover begging and crying was too overwhelming, tears issued forth entirely too quickly as the pendulum of her insanity swung again and she crumpled onto the floor. She could see the blood on her hands of the all people she had beaten to death as the heavy sobs of grief over came her well muscled form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 07:05:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne's chilling threat in her ear made her shudder. When Anne released her, Greta rubbed her wrists to return the feeling to her hands and ease the discomfort from Anne's tight hold on her. Anne crumpled to the floor in tears; Greta, Dr. Habner, was the first to reach her. She bent on one knee, prepared to move quickly if she needed. She spoke to Anne, holding her arm out to her so that she could see her slow gesture and placed it gently on the woman's shoulders. In a low calm voice, she said, "Anne, I'm here. No one is going to hurt you. Can we take to you the infirmary to see if you are hurt?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 19:12:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jane’s medication fueled her giddiness and muddled her mind; due to this, she unfortunately failed to realize that Dr. Habner’s inquiry was not directed towards her. <br><br>Jane suddenly stopped her blithe chattering and inhaled sharply. Her blood-shot eyes grew into wide, glassy saucers, like twin plates of dirty china riddled with red cracks. She did not want to go to the infirmary. She remembered her first trip there, when she was brought to the Asylum. They had taken her to the infirmary for initial testing. It was all relatively standard procedure, the nurses assured her, yet she knew there was nothing standard about the depravity she had suffered there. The scars on her thighs bore witness to the horrors she had undergone in the name of medical science. That was when she had still been Patient 600-202020-6, before Dr. Ignatius had given her a name. <br><br>It was not a mere name that he had gifted her with; it was an identity. Her name was the one solid thing that she could hold onto in a world of intangibilities, the swirling world within her mind. "Jane Doe"...it was the sweetest name she could imagine. It made her feel like a soft, innocent deer frolicking through the woods. <br><br>“Deer don’t frolic in infirmaries…” she whispered as fear gripped her heart. Her pulse raced; her breathing came in shallow gulps, as though a ton of concrete blocks were weighing down upon her chest, crushing her feeble attempts at respiration. <br><br>With a frail whimper, Jane burst into tears. The cold, wet feeling was like twin rivers of liquid shame running down her red cheeks. She had managed to refrain from crying since the incident in the infirmary, but the thought of being forced to return to the site of her suffering was too much for her to bear. She was ashamed of herself for crying and for what had happened to her behind that heavy iron door. <br><br>Somewhere deep within her psyche, a series of synapses reached their breaking point and snapped, recklessly firing neurons down the wrong paths. Her body began to shake and shudder spasmodically. Her eyes, nose, and lips twitched with no apparent pattern. These random spasms grew in intensity until she was practically having a grand mal seizure while still standing, then she suddenly stopped and her gaze locked on Greta and her fallen patient. <br><br>Anger overcame Jane. It melted the icy hand that encased her heart and raced through her veins, burning away the sedatives that were forced on her every morning. <br><br>Ignatius observed this from the corner of the room and whispered to himself “Blut ist dicker als Wasser …but it is much more scalding when finally it reaches a boil.”<br><br>Snarls and sobs combined to transform Jane into a gibbering wreck. With a guttural squeak (her vocal cords were too short and her stature too feminine and petite to achieve a full-fledged roar worthy of the name), she threw herself at Dr. Habner, knocking her down. Jane wound up sprawled across Anne on the floor, sniffling and shaking her head violently while shouting “I won’t go back! I won’t! I will not go back there. You cannot take me away from my forest, damnit. I’m free to frolic, and I won’t let you take that away from me!”<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>(Ignatius has a habit of slipping into other languages at times. "Blut ist dicker als Wasser" is the original German form of "blood is thicker than water".)</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 04:08:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta leaned over Anne and gently stroked her back, trying to woo her from her spot on the floor, but it was Jane who held her attention. She watched as she mentally decompensated. Greta looked into her pocket to withdraw the syringe she had prepared for an eventuality such as this. She expected Anne to require it; Jane’s sudden and rapid tear from reality left her unprepared. Jane began to rant on about the infirmary and being a deer in a meadow. When she suddenly lurched at Greta, she was not expecting the blow. <br><br>She was knocked to the floor and the syringe skidded over the cold tiles with a clatter. Instinct drove Greta to pull another syringe, this time unaided by sight, from her pocket. As Jane jerked atop Anne’s body, Greta plunged the syringe into Jane's neck, depressed the plunger and injected the entire contents of the syringe into the young woman. With a gasp, she regained her footing and looked down at the spectacle. “<em>Oh God, what have I done</em>?” She opened her palm and looked at the empty barrel laying there as it rolled over her fingertips to the floor.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 09:44:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hot tears continued to fall when Jane bolted across the room and bowled the two women over. Anne was so shocked that she could not move for a long minute as she watched Dr. Habner sink the shiny needle into poor Jane's neck. Anne continued to blink, pushing the girl's body off of her own, cradling the girl's head in her arms. <br><br>The sable colored tresses of Jane's unkempt hair along with the girl's eyes which had become wide and empty, made her seem like some deranged doll. Anne's tears continued to fall this time even harder, a tinkle of glass against porcelain made the woman's eyes flicker up to the doctor who was cringing next to them. Leaning down she kissed Jane's forehead and settled her off to the side "No worries Thumper, Anne will settle this for you" she said ominously stroking the girl's unkempt bangs from her eyes.<br><br>Looking over to the doctor, Anne tilted her head again, giving the appearance of some curious animal. Reaching for Dr.Habner Anne did not have her usual crazy look, instead she had the appearance of someone totally in control. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>18-09-2008, 19:24:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Greta had the industrial equivalent of her life pass before her eyes as she saw her four years of graduate training, a year of internship, two years of residency and four postgraduate fellowship and research years, slip away and shatter in the broken barrel of the syringe. She had terminated a patient-client relationship. Stunned silence surrounded Greta as she mentally withdrew from the scene; her head felt like it was wrapped in heavy cotton stuffing. She had seen medical errors, many resulting in prolonged hospitalization and sometimes even death. Unlike the subtle miscalculations she had witnessed, Greta knew her act was clear cut, cold and harsh. She had killed a patient. She had committed a crime. <br><br>Dr. Habner slowly looked up and around the room, wordlessly, trying to assemble her thoughts. The orderly had seen, so had Anne - broken and mentally fragile - but her chief worry was Dr. Ignatius. How would she repair the damage to her career? Greta pushed all thought of Jane’s humanity aside. That would come, she knew, later. For now she had to salvage what she could of the situation to protect herself. Anne seemed settled and calm, unlike herself. She spoke to the dead girl’s body as it lolled on the floor, “<em>No worries, Thumper. Anne will settle this for you.</em>” Feeling more than a little bit mad herself under the circumstance, as though Anne and she had switched places, she said in an odd, tinny voice that to herself seemed to come from far away, “<em>Well, Jane <strong>is</strong> cured now, isn’t she?</em>” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 08:59:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne extended her hand out to Dr. Habner, watching the veil of sanity fall from the woman's face a wry smile crept over Anne's lips. "Welcome Doc....glad you can join us...." the chuckle was something dark and sinister. Her fingers were calloused and dry from all the times she had to wash the blood off of her hands. Anne felt the need to bring blood again, now for the innocent little Thumper whose madness was not her own doing. <br><br>"Come on now Doc...its time to settle this proper like....you know what you have done...and you know how you must pay it back." once again the darkly controlled tone of Anne's voice echoed in the tiled room. With a lightening fast grab, Anne got a hold on Habner's upper arm jerking the woman to her. "So now how would you like to do this Dr.Habner...Greta....How would you like to settle up with the poor defenseless creature you just murdered?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 19:08:46</strong>
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				<br>Greta turned to Anne and looked from her hand to her face slowly. “<em>Join you?</em>” Greta muttered, almost to herself. <em>No, she thought, I am not like you</em>. She flexed her hand over the remaining syringe in her jacket, clenching and releasing her grip on it as she struggled to consider her options. Panic blotted reasonable mental discourse; she only mentally reviewed the years of arduous training and preparation that led her to this post. It hung in her mind overshadowing everything else. She would protect it as a lioness a cub. <br><br>This woman, this totally mentally bankrupt woman would not be her undoing. A small smirk slowly crept onto Greta’s face, horrible and unnerving, sharing space with her wild-looking eyes; the smirk grew into a grimace. <br><br>Anne lunged and grabbed her by the arm, wrenching her around. Greta could smell the sharp metallic breath of the woman as she asked her how she would pay for what she had done. “<em>You killed her Anne,</em>” Greta hissed into the woman’s face. Her hand pushed the needle guard from the syringe still enclosed in her fist, in her pocket. “<em>It was you who triggered the events leading to dear Jane’s death. You will bear the full weight of that responsibility.</em>” Greta spat her words in a harsh staccato cadence, her teeth clenched as she stood against Anne, unmoving but for her hand in her pocket. Greta positioned her hand around the syringe to allow her to press the plunger when she struck. <br><br>Without withdrawing her hand from the long white jacket pocket, staring into the other woman’s eyes, Greta thrust the syringe forward and stabbed the needle into Anne’s thigh, "<em>It's your bill that's come due. You are going to pay it!</em>" She grunted as she advanced the plunger as quickly and forcefully as she could, into the syringe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 01:41:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anne grappled with the doctor as she plunged the needle into the meat of her thigh, yet not a sound was uttered from the deranged lips of the last living patient in the room. One of the reasons they had to so heavily sedate Anne was due to her high tolerance to drugs. As the drugs began to give her a slight buzz of lightheadedness, none of Anne's strength seemed to diminished. She held on so tightly "Now Doc...that was not very polite" she muttered to Habner "If I didn't know better I could swear you were trying to piss me off"<br><br>Anne's left hand shot out and pulled the needle bleeding out of her own thigh, a maniacal smile overcoming her face. "Lets share, shall we.." &nbsp;Moving quickly for she knew balance would fade fast, Anne drove the needle into the out stretched arm of Dr. Habner, laughing like a maniac all the while. "Looks like now we are blood related bitch!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Cells</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 01:58:02</strong>
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				*Note*<br><br>With a bit of forethought, this thread will be revived. I only have one active thread at the moment, which should&nbsp; give me some time to actually focus on coming up with a story to take this thread somewhere after the current encounter.
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