Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:47:24</strong>
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				This is the room for patients #2 and #1.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:48:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Description of The Room</strong>:<br><br>The room is opened by double doors that are made out of solid oak with a dark cherry stain. They are bracketed by locks on the top, bottom, and sides of the door. There is a bar that slides across both doors on the outside to keep patients from breaking the main locks and keeping them in the room. When the doors are open, they pull outward to keep the people entering from being surprised by patients in case they try to escape the room. Once inside the room, the walls are a light blue - almost white in color but with just a hint to keep from being bland. There are twin sized beds that are bolted into the floor on each side of the room with a single white pillow and two blankets. They have a head and foot board that are metal but padded and have restraints attached at the bottom that can slide up and down but can be locked in place when a patient is out of control. Each patient has their own writing desk and small dresser for their clothing with a lamp that they are only allowed to have at night and when writing. There is a light switch next to each patient bed and a light above each bed. Each patient as their own window on the back wall that is of medium size with prison-style bars that are dead bolted in into the wall. The floor is white and made of cement. There is a line on the wall in between the windows that has a three inch thick Plexiglas wall that slides across the room and locks in between the double doors. This is designed to separate patients when they react negatively towards each other and need to be separated and restrained. The sliding wall is activated by a code on the outside of the doors. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:48:51</strong>
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				<strong>[This is the initial meeting between Cynthia and Kelly, played between Bibliophile and me outside of Elliquiy and pasted here so that everyone got a chance to read it.&nbsp; I hope you enjoy.]</strong><br><br>*Cynthia already had the room set up, looking out the window peacefully the first time Kelly got to come in.&nbsp; A teddy bear sat on the bed, looking old and worn but dutifully repaired, one of the things that she'd been allowed to bring in from home.&nbsp; She needed it if she was going to sleep.*<br><br>Kelly shifted slightly in bed, rolling over on her side and slowly opening her eyes to peer around the room with a bleary confusion.&nbsp; A small frown touched her lips, but it had become a fairly common occurrance for her to awaken in strange places.&nbsp; Her gaze landed on the girl across the room, and she wriggled backwards a touch, her arms curling around her chest.&nbsp; "Where are we?&nbsp; Who are you?"<br><br>She gave a soft smile in reply, her green eyes gentle and compassionate.&nbsp; "This is Rosanam Sanitarium."&nbsp; Her voice trembled just a little at the words.&nbsp; It still felt so wrong to say that, to be here, but it was all true now.&nbsp; She would adjust...somehow.&nbsp; "My name's Cynthia Peregris.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you."&nbsp; She stood up from the bed, moving across the small room to offer the other girl a hand in greeting.<br><br>"Sanitarium?"&nbsp; She whispered the word softly, her brow furrowing as she sat up and folded her legs up and hugged them, nibbling at her lower lip.&nbsp; "You mean I'm crazy?"&nbsp; When Cynthia stood she jerked slightly in nervousness, watching her walk across the room, then peering at her hand as if not knowing what is expected of her.&nbsp; "Oh...I'm Kelly.&nbsp; Are...are you crazy, too?"&nbsp; She finally reached to touch the other girl's hand, her own cool and trembling.<br><br>"You seem nice to me."&nbsp; Cynthia keeps her polite and happy smile, her hand hovering to wait very patiently.&nbsp; She understood how nervous this would make the other girl.&nbsp; She'd just been through it herself.&nbsp; The question of her own sanity made her tremble just a bit, afraid that she might be.&nbsp; "I...I don't think so," she said honestly.&nbsp; "You see...I accidentally stole a car, so my lawyer suggested I could come here for a week rather than go to jail..."&nbsp; She tried to explain it without it sounding ridiculous.<br><br>"I am nice...I think."&nbsp; She chews at the stubby nail of her index finger after giving Cynthia's hand a quick shake, watching the girl curiously.&nbsp; "You accidently stole a car?&nbsp; And they were going to send you to jail?&nbsp; That doesn't seem very fair."&nbsp; She glances at the door and then back to her room mate, crinkling her nose.&nbsp; "Are they going to make us take drugs?&nbsp; I'm very particular about what goes into my body."<br><br><br>"...Well..."&nbsp; She pauses a bit, looking down.&nbsp; "There was also, umm..."&nbsp; She instead chose to take the chance to jump on the other subject.&nbsp; "Yeah, some, but I'm not sure what."&nbsp; She paused for a moment.&nbsp; "You don't remember?&nbsp; Did they drug you when you came in?"<br><br>Kelly blinked slowly, then shifted a bit, trying to think about how to answer that question.&nbsp; She didn't know how to explain without sounding crazy, and the last thing she wanted to do was alienate her room mate on the first day.&nbsp; Suddenly she realized she was taking too long to answer and it would seem suspicious.&nbsp; "Oh, uhm....Well, I just don't remember what happened.&nbsp; That sort of happens to me sometimes.&nbsp; I wake up in strange places and don't know how I got there."<br><br>Cynthia nodded, listening slowly and looking concerned and sympathetic.&nbsp; "That must be really scary," she said softly.&nbsp; "Do you ever talk to people for the stuff you forget?&nbsp; Maybe you have amnesia."<br><br>"Amnesia?"&nbsp; She blinked at that and widened her eyes, staring at Cynthia.&nbsp; Could it just be simple amnesia?&nbsp; A light sparked within her eyes and she smiled fully for the first time, nodding to the other girl with excitement.&nbsp; "Yes!&nbsp; That must be what it is.&nbsp; I just have amnesia, and the people here can fix me."<br><br>"I'm sure they'll be able to help."&nbsp; She smiled happily.&nbsp; "I'm a little worried for me too.&nbsp; So at least we each have a friend now, right?"&nbsp; She smiled brightly, bouncing ever so gently on the bed.&nbsp; She was really starting to feel like this could go ok for her.<br><br>"It's always better to have an ally."&nbsp; She murmured softly, giggling a bit as she watched Cynthia bounce.&nbsp; Suddenly the sanitarium seemed like the best place for her, expecially if she could stop losing time and finding strange things on her body.&nbsp; She finally crawled from her bed and wandered around the room slowly, stopping by the door to peep out through the window in the door.&nbsp; "What are they like here, do you know?"<br><br>"Well, I'm not really sure."&nbsp; She paused a moment to think.&nbsp; "I only really just got here...everyone seems nice so far, though."&nbsp; To Cynthia, pretty much everyone seemed nice at least to some degree.&nbsp; Few people went out of their way to really be mean to her.<br><br>She nodded and rose onto her tiptoes to lean into the door, trying to peer up and down the hall within the limited scope provided about the tiny portal.&nbsp; "I hope my brother's okay.&nbsp; He worries about me, you know?&nbsp; Do you have any siblings or anything?"&nbsp; She turned back, sliding down to sit with her back against the door, her nails between her gnawing teeth again.<br><br>"A little brother..."&nbsp; Her eyes slipped back thoughtfully in a rush of crimson hair as her head snapped to the window.&nbsp; "I have a lot of friends, though."&nbsp; Her voice had dropped an octave, suddenly notably lonelier.&nbsp; "Still a bit sad that they didn't give me the OK for a cell phone.&nbsp; I don't know why not..."<br><br>"Well, maybe they'll let you use a phone, like in prison?&nbsp; Even prisoners get to have visitors, and we never killed anyone."&nbsp; She cocks her head a touch, sounding a bit questioning on that last statement, since she couldn't be sure she -hadn't- killed someone.&nbsp; However, she was pretty certain that she hadn't.&nbsp; "I don't have many friends, but my little brother will probably miss me.&nbsp; I'll miss him, too.&nbsp; I hope they'll let us at least use the phone."<br><br>"I'm not really sure..."&nbsp; She paused a while, her eyes out the window for several moments before looking back. She forced a smile of reassurance.&nbsp; "If he knows you're here, though, he can always come to visit.&nbsp; I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."<br><br>"Yeah, that would be nice.&nbsp; He would be happy to know I'm going to get better."&nbsp; She drew a knee up under her chin, gnawing at her middle fingernail.&nbsp; "I'm sure you won't be here that long, though.&nbsp; So, your friends and brother probably won't have to miss you for too long.&nbsp; I hope my next room mate is as nice as you, though."<br><br>Cynthia paused a moment to notice the biting of the nails, how thick the bite marks were.&nbsp; "You're really scared, huh?"&nbsp; She stood up onto her feet, outstretching her arms to offer a hug.&nbsp; "You don't have to be so scared.&nbsp; It'll be ok."<br><br>Dawn Biblio: "Yeah, I'm a little scared...but, I bite my nails all the time.&nbsp; I feel like I need something constantly, but...I don't know what it is..."&nbsp; She shrugged a bit and then smiled, pushing to her feet and stepping forward to accept the embrace.&nbsp; Her arms wound around Cynthia and she squeezed tight, mumbling softly.&nbsp; "I'm so glad you are my room mate.&nbsp; You're super sweet."<br><br><br>She hugged the girl back, smiling and giving a light squeeze for comfort.&nbsp; "Maybe we can get you some nail polish.&nbsp; That's how I learned; my mom promised me that if I could stop biting my nails for one week straight, I could start using polish.&nbsp; We'll see if we can get the OK on that."<br><br>She leaned back a touch and smiled at Cynthia, lifting a hand to peer at the ravaged nails, nodding a little.&nbsp; "Maybe that would work.&nbsp; I know sometimes I come back from the other place and I haven't bitten my nails.&nbsp; Maybe when I have amnesia I am a better person."<br><br>"Not biting your nails doesn't make you a better person, Kelly."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "You're already a great person.&nbsp; We just all have things we want to change; that's how we can become even better."<br><br>"Yeah, maybe.&nbsp; I know I'm not a bad person, just sometimes people tell me that I'm a push-over.&nbsp; I don't mean to be, but fighting is not fun.&nbsp; It seems easier to just apologize."&nbsp; She shrugged a touch and her fingers went back to her mouth, nibbling at her nail again.&nbsp; "You should be a therapist.&nbsp; You're so good at this stuff."<br><br>"Maybe."&nbsp; She reached out gently for Kelly's hand at the biting, not to where Kelly couldn't easily pull away but a gentle hand over hers to let her know that she could stop biting if she wanted to.&nbsp; "When I do get out, I'll think about it when I go back to college."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 07:08:57</strong>
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				Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) sat alone in her room, staring out the window.&nbsp; It had been a few days since she came here, which was supposed to mean that it would only be a few more days until she left.&nbsp; She'd wanted so badly to ask about that, it kept creeping up in her lips, but always it made her so afraid.&nbsp; If she seemed too desperate to leave, if she was too afraid, that would only make it worse for her, right?&nbsp; She just had to keep her mouth shut, but she missed her friends so much.<br><br>A knock at the door suddenly jarred her from her thoughts, her hair spinning in a wave of motion mixed with a bit of fright.&nbsp; Why had she been so surprised, she chastised herself.&nbsp; She had to calm down.&nbsp; Nothing was wrong, and her nerves were only being childish on her.&nbsp; "Miss Peregris?" came the voice from the other side, someone she didn't recognize.<br><br>"Hello," she responded gently and sweetly, putting on her best smile and reminding herself that everything would be alright.&nbsp; She took a moment to straighten out her outfit as she went to the door; there really wasn't anything she could do to spruce up, but old habits died hard.<br><br>The outside bolt snapped open with a thud of wood against metal, and the various locks snapped open one by one.&nbsp; Cynthia had tried to convince herself that all the necessary precautions were completely superfluous, that nobody really needed this much protection, but fear just had that insidious way of creeping up on a person.&nbsp; At least she knew that she would never be that much trouble.<br><br>The door opened to reveal a young man in a blue staff outfit, already holding a smile.&nbsp; His face lacked any warmth at all; the smile was completely plastered on as if simply part of a uniform.&nbsp; He didn't even try to offer her a hand of friendship.&nbsp; "Hello, Miss Peregris," he said politely.&nbsp; "My name is Phillip Regere.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you."<br><br>Cynthia refused to let his lack of enthusiasm or kindness get her down.&nbsp; She'd dealt with people like him before, and most people had a difficult task or position, especially when they weren't used to everything yet.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Regere."&nbsp; She did her best to give a bit of a curtsy in lieu of a handshake, but the white uniforms they'd been given didn't have much in the way of give or frill.<br><br>"Why don't we take a walk for a bit?"&nbsp; He gestured out towards the hall, away from the room.&nbsp; "I've been reading over your files and I have a number of questions I'd like to ask you."&nbsp; <br><br>He seemed a bit frightened of her.&nbsp; She couldn't even imagine why that could be.&nbsp; Maybe he'd dealt with so many violent people that he was just a bit skittish?&nbsp; She wasn't sure.&nbsp; She would just have to keep her smile beaming on him and show him that everything would be alright.&nbsp; "Thank you," she responded, following out into the hallway.&nbsp; "I'll be happy to."<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:29:12</strong>
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				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0)<br><br>Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) moved back away from the door and over to her bed as the click-click-click of the locks and the thump of the bar against the doors sealed her in for a while.&nbsp; She couldn't help but feel lonely now that the orderly was gone.&nbsp; Even though he hadn't been very nice, he'd only been doing his job and she couldn't really fault him for that.<br><br>He'd even been polite enough when she had to go back into her room.&nbsp; In the movies when someone flips out like that, everything went into complete chaos.&nbsp; Then again, that was probably so unrealistic when compared to things.&nbsp; It had probably been such a minor problem in comparison, but the alarms were there to make sure that everyone else was going to be safe.<br><br>She didn't feel safe, though, but she didn't know why.&nbsp; The clanging of the alarm was really starting to cut into her nerves.&nbsp; Maybe that was all it was.&nbsp; With a sigh, she curled up by the window to do her best to peer out and enjoy the view.&nbsp; Not too much longer, she told herself.&nbsp; Not too much longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 06:59:30</strong>
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				She'd almost started to get used to the alarms when another, second alarm started blaring from one of the rooms on the other side.&nbsp; That absolutely couldn't be right.&nbsp; Was there a fire?&nbsp; Was something going on?&nbsp; It suddenly occurred to her just how trapped she was if something did happen and she couldn't get out.<br><br>She took a deep breath, trying to convince herself not to jump to any conclusions.&nbsp; It didn't help.&nbsp; She reached over to grab the teddy bear from her bed, pulling it up to her arm.&nbsp; It didn't help either.&nbsp; She thought she heard some commotion but couldn't make out anything through the walls.<br><br>"Hey!" she called, moving over to the door to knock upon it from the inside.&nbsp; She wanted to believe that this was just something natural, and certainly one alarm would be, but two.&nbsp; "Hey, is everything alright?"&nbsp; A few moments later she noticed she was still clutching the stuffed animal under her arm, and tossed it back to the bed with some embarrassment.&nbsp; She wanted to help if she could.<br><br>She couldn't help but hate herself for getting too upset at that orderly.&nbsp; If only she'd just stayed calm then, she wouldn't be locked in now.&nbsp; Trying to tell herself that, she moved back to the bed, trying to take more deep breaths.&nbsp; She wanted to just try taking a nap to calm down, but the twin alarms kept buzzing in her ears.&nbsp; Putting her hands to her ears helped some, but not very much.<br><br>If there really was an emergency, would anyone think of her and come and get her in the confusion?&nbsp; She just didn't know.&nbsp; She did know that there was just no way that having two alarms go off at the same time could possibly be a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 01:47:22</strong>
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				Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) sat upon her bed, doing her best to wait ever so patiently until the alarms died down.&nbsp; It hadn't taken as long as she'd expected, at least not compared to fire drills back at school, but her ears were still buzzing gently.&nbsp; With a faint sigh, she moved back over towards the window, staring out through the glass between the bars once more.&nbsp; She'd meant to ask the orderly for a book or something, but had simply forgotten amidst all the chaos.<br><br>It was the understimulation that was getting to her.&nbsp; She thought she was smart, maybe not book-smart but good enough if she really focused and dedicated herself.&nbsp; She'd never really understood being bored before, the idea that she had absolutely nothing to do and wasn't able to so much as leave her room.&nbsp; She'd always been so careful never to get grounded, always being the good girl, or else quick to apologize at the very worst.<br><br>She hugged her legs in silence, trying to think.&nbsp; People really didn't know how bad things were in a sanitarium.&nbsp; Maybe it was dangerous to allow too much freedom and such, but that also had to just be making it harder for people to learn and grow as individuals.&nbsp; She didn't want to say anything while she was here, she didn't want to make any waves, but when she got out she would have to write a letter or something.<br><br>After a while, she reached over to her hairbrush, once more running the brush through her delicate red strands.&nbsp; She was pretty sure her hair looked completely fine; she'd been brushing it a lot lately since she didn't have much else to do, but not having a mirror she could look through just kept giving her that unknowable "what if?" question that it might be out of place.&nbsp; She wanted to make sure that she looked perfect, that anyone else she met could know that she was completely sane, and surely that was worth a little bit more extra effort.<br><br>When that was done, she started to straighten out the white uniform she was wearing, even though there wasn't really anything she could do besides flatten out a few wrinkles.&nbsp; The more time went by, the more she'd started to hate the garment.&nbsp; She missed dresses, turtlenecks, short skirts, high heels, and even though she'd never really taken to baseball caps with ponytails, she'd far prefer much of anything to the same drab thing that everyone else was wearing.&nbsp; Her parents had been excessively kind to send her to a school without school uniforms, and she'd signed the petition that one year that the principal had considered having them.&nbsp; She supposed in some strange way it was part of her punishment for everything with the car, whether divine, karmic or whatever.<br><br>Hugging her legs to her chest once more, trying to just stop fidgeting since she knew it didn't make time seem to go by any faster, she just waited quietly and with as much patience as she could muster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 05:44:56</strong>
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				<strong>Orderly Samuel</strong><br><br>He came into room two with his keys jingling at his side as he walked into the room. Cynthia was one of the more calm as well as one of the more beautiful patients in the sanitarium. Even though Rosanam was filled to the brim with beautiful girls, he still liked her the best. The red head brought him joy whenever he looked into her eyes. Sam walked across the room to the edge of her bed. He sat down at the corner of the bed as he looked over to her. There was a need in his heart to make her happy. But he did not know how especially since he was a orderly and she a patient but still he could just enjoy her company.<br><br>"Cynthia, it is time for breakfast. I would like for you to come with me." he said in his official tone. He was not going to reveal his preference to her but he was sure that she could detect it every now and then when he had his eyes on her. Every now and then he would look at her with his light brown eyes with a certain sparkle and a certain intention in them. But he was not looking at her in that way right now. He was just looking at her like a patient and being professional. With all of the stuff that gone on this morning he get not afford to not be professional. Alex was standing outside with Yuna so he had to keep all of his professional demeanor not to get in trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 05:51:51</strong>
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				As Samuel came in, her eyes jumped up over towards him, quickly letting herself relax into a casual and happy smile.&nbsp; Samuel was one of the kinder orderlies, and she'd been fortunate enough that he seemed to keep coming over to see her.&nbsp; Maybe she was lucky enough to get his particular route or something, but it always made her feel so much better when he came.&nbsp; His smiles were actually genuine and she didn't have to work very hard at cheering him up.<br><br>"Thank you," she said gently, not really having realized that she was hungry until he mentioned it.&nbsp; The idea of eating at specific times still seemed a little new to her, but since she'd used to have the habit of just randomly snacking during the day, it couldn't hurt her figure to make sure that she didn't eat too often.<br><br>She rose from the bed, keeping her soft and innocent gaze upon him.&nbsp; Her hand slipped up ever so slightly to offer to him so that he could lead the way.&nbsp; "How's your morning been?"&nbsp; Her smile faltered a moment at her next question but she forced herself to keep it on, clearly seeing that he wasn't injured.&nbsp; "Is everything alright?&nbsp; I heard the alarms."&nbsp; She sounded concerned but not at all scared.&nbsp; More than anything it made her feel better to have someone to talk to again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:18:16</strong>
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				The alarms hadn't fazed Kelly, who had retreated into a self-induced trance.&nbsp; Her unfocused eyes stared at the wall before her face, her back to the room and her room mate.&nbsp; It wasn't until the door opened to admit a man into the room that she snapped from her daze and rolled over to stare at the orderly as he spoke to Cynthia.&nbsp; Her grey eyes shifted between Samuel and Cynthia, her brow furrowing in confusion.<br><br>"What time is it?"<br><br>She glanced toward the window, as if that might tell her something, but the world outside told her nothing.&nbsp; She pushed herself up and lowered her feet to press flat to the cold floor, her left hand rising to allow her to gnaw at her index fingernail.&nbsp; The sight of Cynthia being drawn toward the door made her rise, and she padded toward the pair.<br><br>"Can I come, too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 09:07:19</strong>
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				<strong>Orderly Samuel</strong><br><br>He looked over to the other red head in the room. He had not really noticed that she too was quite the beauty. Of course Sam knew why all of the girls in the place all looked like they belonged on the arm of some rich millionaire. It was because that they were being molded to be in that place by being here. Sam was ignorant of all the specifics but he knew that even his precious Cynthia had a price tag on her. And only those involved in her "growth" were going to be allowed to touch her in that kind of way. If he was going to be a part of that team he was going to have to contact either of the directors. But he was sure that the watcher was going to put in a good word for him. Sam had not screwed up at his job like Jacob had done earlier today. So things were looking up in that regard.<br><br>"Yes, you can both come." he said as he moved off of the bed and looked at both of the two girls with a glowing smile on his face. He moved over to the door, he unlocked it and then looked back over to the two beautiful ladies, one of them being the lovely Cynthia and the ever sexy but quiet Kelly. She was biting at her nails as she moved her self closer. There need to be a note written up about that to be given to a doctor to see if they could perhaps give her something to soothe her nicotine addiction while she was just Kelly.<br><br>"And Kelly, it is about 9 am. Breakfast is usually at 8:30 am as you both know but we had a little problem as you can tell. Don't worry though, both of you girls aren't in trouble." he commented as he looked out the open door into the hallway to see them cleaning up the last of the blood. He moved closer to the doorway almost stepping out. But he stopped for a moment as he thought about something.<br><br>His eyes turned up to the ceiling for a moment, always feeling that stare from the cameras that were hidden somewhere up there. His gaze and smile quickly returned to the girls as he motioned for them to go out into the hallway with him following behind them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Kelly and Cynthia's Room, Room 2 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 09:19:29</strong>
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				"Hey Kelly!"&nbsp; She looked over, her smile brightening by an octave to show another half an inch of teeth.&nbsp; She'd been so worried about the other girl lately.&nbsp; As she saw Kelly starting to bite, she reached over with both of her palms, trying to gently put her hands over Kelly's hand.&nbsp; Her smile was ever-present but patient, saying nothing about it and wanting to quickly bring the conversation back to other things.<br><br>She turned to follow on out from the room, excited a bit about the prospect of leaving.&nbsp; She never looked up, never even thinking to look for hidden cameras.&nbsp; Being told that she wasn't in trouble somehow brought a bit of a skip to her step, a little more relief that this place was going to go by just fine and everything was going to be alright.<br><br>It surprised her a bit that it was already nine in the morning.&nbsp; She'd been so used to always checking the time on her cell phone; fishing through her purse to find the device was a long-gone memory with no purse at her hip.&nbsp; "By the way," that suddenly reminded her, "would it be ok to ask for a book or two while we're in our rooms?&nbsp; I don't know if you have any Diane Fischer novels..."&nbsp; Diane Fischer was a mystery/romance writer who had a number of shorter novellas out.&nbsp; She hadn't had any chance to catch up lately, so now she figured would be as good a time as any.
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