Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:51:38</strong>
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				This is the room of patients #4 and #5.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:39:52</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: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:57:16</strong>
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				The first night, he had screamed himself into exhaustion trying to get someone to hear his plea for help, but it was no good.&nbsp; The sanitarium was well off the road and even further from town, not to mention the fact that he was beneath several layers of concrete, wood, and steel.&nbsp; The last thing he remembered was the damp feel of the polished concrete on his cheek as he lay face down upon it, his body no longer able to oblige his need to cry out for someone, anyone, to hear him.<br><br>He awoke in what must have been early morning, only a few hours later.&nbsp; The unlatching of the steel door was what roused him from an otherwise pleasant sleep, probably the last he would have for a long time.&nbsp; His groggy state kept him from really reacting to the two men came in and grabbed him by his arms.&nbsp; He couldn't really tell if they were the two men who had dragged him&nbsp; here in the first place, but he knew they were dressed differently.&nbsp; They wore some sort of uniform, maybe akin to a nurse.&nbsp; They threw a set of clothing down in front of him which was neatly folded though now it was strewn before him like a heap of discarded trash.<br><br>"Get dressed."&nbsp; It was more a demand than a request or even order.<br><br>He eyed the clothes, pulling at them with his fingers to examine them closer.&nbsp; They seemed plain for the most part and unassuming.&nbsp; "Where am I?"&nbsp; He asked without moving.<br><br>"Get dressed!"&nbsp; Came another demand only louder this time.&nbsp; He thought about ignoring them again, but he thought better of it.&nbsp; It was two versus one, and if they wanted to, they could probably tear his clothes off and get him dressed and probably not without more than his fair share of bumps and bruises along the way.&nbsp; Taylor slowly undressed and slipped into what seemed like some kind of uniform.&nbsp; Once he was dressed, the two men grabbed him roughly.<br><br>His earthy brown eyes shifted left then right from one to the other.&nbsp; "Where am I?"&nbsp; His voice had come and gone, but no answer replied in return.&nbsp; He was ignored just like his entire screaming fit from the night before had been ignored or unheard.&nbsp; Either way, it didn't matter now.&nbsp; He needed to find someway of reaching someone and telling them where he as and that he was in trouble.<br><br>He was all but dragged out of his room and down the hall.&nbsp; The only reason he reluctantly stopped fighting too much was to see if he would be brought above ground where he might have a better chance of escaping.&nbsp; They passed several rectangular windows above his head which let in the rising sun of the day.&nbsp; It made him flinch and turn away from it, his eyes unused to the sudden change from darkness to bright.&nbsp; The two men reached an elevator where one produced a brassy looking key and slipped it into the crisp, clean stainless steel slot which looked quite technological for such an old building.&nbsp; With a simple turn, the doors opened, and he was dragged inside.&nbsp; Up they went after that.&nbsp; Taylor was surprisingly calm, mostly because he was taking in all of his surroundings.&nbsp; He was waiting.&nbsp; For what, he didn't know.&nbsp; An opportunity, maybe.<br><br>The doors slid open a few seconds later where he was met by two more men.&nbsp; They looked quite menacing in their uniforms which were different than those of the men holding him.&nbsp; They had what looked like nightsticks, pepper spray, and handcuffs at their waist.&nbsp; The patch on their arm said "Rosanam Security."&nbsp; Rosanam?&nbsp; He had no clue what it was, but that was apparently where he was at.&nbsp; The two men dragged him from the elevator then, pulling him down the hallway.&nbsp; The windows here were full-size and covered with a metallic fence.&nbsp; Clearly whoever was put in here was supposed to stay.&nbsp; Maybe a prison?&nbsp; Why would he be brought to a prison.&nbsp; A few signs enlightened him though.&nbsp; One said 'Laboratory' and the other said 'Patient Rooms 1 - 5.'&nbsp; Patients? Some kind of hospital?&nbsp; What hospital requires their own security officers?<br><br>The two men dragged him past the Patient Room sign and not to gently either.&nbsp; The doors to room 5 were opened, and in he was almost thrown with not so much as a 'enjoy your stay' to fare him well.&nbsp; The double doors were closed and bolted behind him, leaving him to examine the room.&nbsp; Two beds, one on each side, and the same set up with desks and dressers.&nbsp; The windows had the same setup as those in the hall, prison bars blocking them off.&nbsp; He approached one to look out, his eyes now more used to the light of the rising orange sun.&nbsp; He could barely see a reflection in the glass behind the bars.&nbsp; His deep brown hair was a mess, matted to one side of his head.&nbsp; He probably looked like shit too.&nbsp; He couldn't really tell from the vague image being shown back to him in the window.<br><br>He needed to find out where he was.&nbsp; What was Rosanam and why was he kidnapped and dragged there?&nbsp; Outside the window was a neatly landscaped grounds with grass and lots of trees.&nbsp; He didn't see a road.&nbsp; Maybe he was on the back side of the building.&nbsp; Taylor turned and walked back to the double doors.&nbsp; He examined them for a moment, taking in their deep cherry finish.&nbsp; They weren't your average doors.&nbsp; They were big and looked like they could withstand some force.&nbsp; He wasn't getting out with strength alone.&nbsp; Another step forward and he was just inches away.&nbsp; His hand came up with a balled fist, and he brought the bottom side of it crashing into the solid wood, rapping on it several times.<br><br>"Hey!!&nbsp; Where the fuck am I?!"&nbsp; He yelled one final time, hoping someone would answer him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 19:16:52</strong>
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				This had been happening to him for years.<br><br><em> Eighteen years, seven months, thirteen days...six thousand, seven hundred, eighty-nine days. </em><br><br>He looked at the men before him that were paid to look menacing...or what the dimwits here thought looked menacing.&nbsp; Muscles stacked upon more muscles, handcuffs, batons, pepper spray...<br><br><em> Pepper spray...I eat that shit. </em><br><br>The two men that moved up alongside of him, two testosterone-factory-like bookends matching each stride he took as he casually walked into the building.&nbsp; David had been a product of the system for a long time.&nbsp; He had been beaten by guys bigger than these two and tortured by guys smaller than these two.&nbsp; He'd been drugged and tested and questioned until there were moments that he thought he actually was crazy.&nbsp; That maybe everything they told him was right but reality always came dancing back.&nbsp; He would remember why he was here.&nbsp; Remember his mission and remember that what he needed to be was patient if he hoped to help everyone.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew nothing about this facility but give it a day or so and he'd have a good stroke of the place; of this he was certain.&nbsp; He turned and looked at the guard to his left and he gave the gargoyle-faced guard what he assumed was a non-threatening smile, from a non-threatening guy speaking in a non-threatening tone.<br><br><strong>"Just so you know...I'm not mentally or emotionally unstable.&nbsp; I know...I know.&nbsp; I'm sure a number of the individuals enrolled here express the very same thing.&nbsp; The difference with me, is that I'm right.&nbsp; I don't expect to be treated differently from the others here but I just wanted to...you know...get it out there.&nbsp; Just so we're on the same page."</strong><br><br>The guards were well-trained, or well-steeped in apathy because neither of the pair faltered in their walking or even spared a sidelong glance to David.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was quiet...interestingly so.&nbsp; In any place such as this you were bound to hear some manner of ungodly wail or crying or singing or...<br><br><em>...whatever. </em><br><br>All David was greeted with was silence.&nbsp; The hallways he was escorted down was clean, well-put together and the doors...<br><br><em> The doors are magnificent. </em><br><br>He was not foolish enough to believe that these gorgeous wooden doors were simply wooden and nothing else.&nbsp; He saw the locks and the bars and he assumed that they would be reinforced.&nbsp; The guys walking beside him looked "reinforced" so why not the doors?&nbsp; Both of them stopped at a particular set of double doors and David's pale blue eyes flickered to the simple plaque on the wall with the number 5 etched into it.&nbsp; It was difficult to make out what was being said but he definitely heard faint shouting behind the door.<br><br><em> How reinforced are these doors? </em><br><br>...was the thought he had a moment before one door was opened and he was forcefully shoved into a room.&nbsp; David stumbled a moment and ran headlong into a man that was standing close to the door, resulting in David bouncing off of him and falling onto the floor even as the door was quickly closed behind him.&nbsp; He frowned as he moved into a sitting position on the floor and looked up at the man standing over him.<br><br><em> A roommate...joy. Roommates are always a pain in the ass.&nbsp; Particularly the crazy ones. </em><br><br><strong> "Awesome..." </strong> , he muttered drily.&nbsp; He stayed seated on the floor, looking up at the man and continued to speak.&nbsp; <strong> "Just so we're on the same page.&nbsp; If you try to kill me...I'll try to kill you right back." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 19:55:45</strong>
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				Taylor had been rapping on the door for the better part of an hour off and on, and in between that, he had paced from the door to the window, shaking almost visibly with fear, worry, and anger.&nbsp; The sun was now sitting higher up on the horizon, fully visible in the sky, and such was the view from his window each time he returned to it.&nbsp; When he approached the door there was nothing but silence with the occasional sound of muffled footsteps on the other side.&nbsp; He would hit the door vigorously with his fist in those moments, screaming about being let out or yelling the question, 'Where am I?!'<br><br>It was at one such episode where the door finally opened.&nbsp; He had all but given up all hope, so when the door opened he was caught by surprise though as his senses came back to him, he made a move to rush for the door only to be slammed into by a warm body.&nbsp; He staggered backward as the male slumped to the floor in front of him.&nbsp; His brown eyes took him in.&nbsp; Looked average enough.&nbsp; Taylor bent down and offered his hand as the man spoke.<br><br>"I'm not going to try and kill you.&nbsp; I just want some fucking answers.&nbsp; Where am I?&nbsp; More importantly, how can I get out of here?"&nbsp; His voice was calmer now.&nbsp; He wasn't dealing with one of the guards and clearly not someone in charge.&nbsp; The man was dressed as he was, so Taylor assumed he was also being held here.<br><br>"I'm not supposed to be here.&nbsp; I was taken...kidnapped, and I need to get out."&nbsp; He continued to explain, hoping to find an ally in a place which seemed to offer nothing at all but four walls and a locked door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 06:22:30</strong>
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				<strong>Simone </strong> tapped her finger against the file clipped to her board. She pondered over the patients' case files and tried to look into her previous case studies for some sort of link. It seemed the patient named David and patient 4 were put together into the same room but she could not find a case file on David. Perhaps, the nurses had yet to update David's file but for the patient named Four, as it was written in red next to his name. Did it mean the patient refused to say his name or that was the name found on him once admitted into the Sanitarium not a true name? Either way, Simone was curious about this individual given what was written on his case. Apparently, he was crazed and attacked a few of the staff orderlies. "Do you really want to go in there, Doctor Simone?," asked a warily orderly as he fingered the set of keys clipped to his belt. The orderly had the wary look every since she arrived at the sanitarium and maybe it had to due with the fact of how she ordered him around.<br><br><em>You. With the face. I need you to take me to patient Four's room for a one on one therapy session. I just want to walk around with him in the place and get a feel of what kind of therapy he might need. Do you understand what I am saying?</em> Yes, she could have asked in a more delicate fashion but Simone was not here to coddle anyone with her words, especially the staff members. She was here to find a few more case studies and try to prove a theory about changing the sexual behavior of an individual who was violent to a more calming behavior. For Simone, she presumed an individual who had violent tendencies would have violent sexual desires. If her research was correct, she could manipulate and change a violent patient into having a more "normal" sexual desire or even a new desire. There was not much to the case file but once Simone learned a bit more about patient number 4 then she could offer possible ways to condition and change Patient Four. <br><br>"Now, are you going to open the damn door or do I have to condition you to listen at the sound of my voice to follow orders?," she asked, cocking an eyebrow at the orderly whose cheeks flamed red with either embarrassment or anger. Simone could not care less if the orderly was offended by her words. He was getting paid to take care of the patients, open and closed doors, and for him to be offended did not fall on her scale of "giving a fuck". Even if she had a pocketful of "fucks", this orderly was not going to get one from her. All he would get in a stern lecture to get him to do his job or even report him to Doctor Radovich for insolence and not doing his damn job. Finally, the orderly did as he was asked, removed the key from the ring, and unlocked the door. At least he would make himself useful in following the two around and watch out in case Patient Four tried to accost her. She had gone toe to toe with crazed patients and one in the past had stabbed her with one of her pens because she looked to "serious for her own good". This time, Simone had a gel pen and it was secure in the pocket of her coat. <br><br><strong>"Patient Four</strong>. Doctor Simone wants to see you. David, you stay to your own side or you will not enjoy the consequences. Come on, Patient Four, we do not have time to pick you up from the ground." <br><br>Simone waited outside in the hallway for Patient Four having overheard him in the staff lounge about his wild accusations of being kidnapped to the sanitarium. <em>He must be having a break from reality and if anyone should push him on his stories, he might act out violently. Best course of action is to make him believe I trust his words and then figure out the best thing to do in fixing his mind. If not, well, then he will stay in this place until his mind kicks the bucket before his body.</em> Such cruel thoughts but Simone knew better than to have hope that every patient in the Sanitarium would miraculously get better within a few short session or even by themselves. Most of them were prisoners of their minds or illnesses. Just having gone through the list of patients here at the Sanitarium, everyone had their own god damn story to tell from schizophrenia to split personalities. At least with Patient Four, all she could see so far was his delusions of being kidnapped and nothing too serious to warrant another orderly to watch over the three of them during their conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 16:24:56</strong>
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				It wasn't long that David and <strong>Taylor</strong> were left along that the door was reopened.&nbsp; Taylor immediately stood from the bed he had planted himself on, hope welling in him.&nbsp; Perhaps he could get answers.&nbsp; He quickly stepped toward the door as it swung open to reveal an orderly, but just behind him was a woman a little shorter than he.&nbsp; She wore a white lab coat which was embroidered one of the sides just above the breast with 'Dr. Simone Blackwood.'&nbsp; Shortly followed by the name of the institution he was currently being trapped within, Rosanam.&nbsp; He hesitantly stepped out of the door past the orderly and waited a moment while he closed and locked the door.<br><br>"I know you may not believe me, but I'm not supposed to be here...wherever here is.&nbsp; I've been kidnapped...taken.&nbsp; I was jogging last evening before I was attacked and thrown in a van.&nbsp; I want to know where I am...how I can get out?"&nbsp; He said calmly to her, hoping she might actually weigh his statements in her mind.&nbsp; She seemed like an intelligent looking woman, especially given the title.&nbsp; She wasn't bad to look at either.&nbsp; He couldn't quite make out her full shape beneath the lab coat which hung straight down her sides, but her breasts were nicely shaped, perfect if he had to guess.&nbsp; He could catch a glimpse of just enough of them to tease while still remaining professional which oddly seemed like this woman's way.&nbsp; There was something about her that Taylor could feel wasn't all 'by the book.'&nbsp; It sent a shiver down his spine when her eyes finally fell upon him.<br><br>As her head turned, her dark hair swayed.&nbsp; If he wasn't in such a dire situation, he might have found himself more attracted to her in the moment, but right now, all he wanted was out.<br><br>"Well?"&nbsp; He asked, hoping to get some kind of response from her, but she seemed to be looking over some kind of file or chart, supposedly his.&nbsp; He had a chart and he didn't even belong there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:07:18</strong>
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				Simone waited in anticipation to see what would await her on the other side. She imagined Patient Four as a thugish fiend who might have a criminal record as long as her arm. Considering his file was thin and only two pages, his identity must be a mystery even to the good Doctor Radovich. She would have to make a few phone calls with police departments and have them run a name or even a birth date if Patient Four ever revealed much of himself other than his hallucinations. Instead of seeing a cracked out mental patient or even a scarred ridden criminal, Simone saw a clean cut male who looked as if he should be modeling or even be a high class rent by given by his good looks. Now that shot her theory that individuals who took on a life of crime or drug addiction had a higher risk of developing more sadistic and cruel sexual behaviors. Though, Patient Four just might be the "hidden mask" theory proposed by another colleague of hers. The hidden mask theory was perfectly "good" individuals who had stable jobs, stable life in society and did not look as if they were a menace to society in reality held a lot of different marks. It reminded Simone of the behind closed doors phenomenon of the private life being vastly different than the public life.<br><br>With Patient Four, she could see that while he was good looking, he might have a secret life behind closed doors which would scare the living daylights out of any non-kinky or sadistic sexual being. Simone kept an eye on him while making sure the other patient in the room with Patient Four did not see it as an excuse to escape from his room. There was no escape from the Sanitarium as she recalled Doctor Radovich comment a few times. There was the risk of patients getting out of hand but keeping them away from the public was a huge priority. Simone would not have allowed herself to be here if the place was under managed or no one could do their damn job in keeping patients from trying to assault her. However, she narrowed her eyes at the orderly who kept looking as if he was unsure of himself. She would have to talk to the Doctor Radovich about either firing the orderly or having someone re-train him on how to do his damn job.<br><br>For Simone, she was doing her damn job by listening to Patient Four go on and on about being kidnapped and thrown into a van by strange men. She nodded at a few points in his story before weighing her options. The only option she planned to go with was agreeing with Patient Four. "I believe you," was all Simone said as she watched the orderly out of the corner of her eye flapping his gums to try and say something. She bet he wondered if she was just as crazy as Patient Four in his delusions. The orderly really did not know any bit of psychology to realize by agreeing with Patient Four, she was forming a connection with him. A connection to which Patient Four might take more leave to talk about himself and learn more about his background. The more she learned, the better it would be to find the proper therapy to recondition him into a stable individual. "Right now, you are at a place called Rosanum Sanitarium. Here, we try to help individuals cope with life's bump in the roads." Simone put on her best 'I care about you' look along with tempering her tone of voice to relax and feign to be at ease with Patient Four.<br><br>"You do not look like as if you belong here given the fact you look pretty healthy and fine to me. Plus, your file is pretty light considering the severity of most of the patients who are assigned in each of these rooms. In fact, you might be someone I would recommend as an out-patient. Come on, let us walk and talk about your experiences. I think if I get more information, I can talk to the head Doctor about coming by to talk to you. I think you may be right considering you look pretty harmless. What is your name anyhow?," she asked, nodding for Patient Four to start walking with her. Simone was putting on the professional charm of caring about the patients when in reality, she wanted to study them and even get them to participate in her work. Those who disagreed, she still found ways to get them into her study considering a lot of them usually wanted to talk about themselves whether it was "I am not crazy" or "I am crazy and I want to explain why" story lines. <br><br>For Simone, she bet Patient Four would start on about his kidnapping hallucination and explain his innocence to her. She would feign interest in wanting to help him but Patient Four would help her with her case study. Though he was not bad on the eyes given the fact most of her former patients were too ugly or too depraved to even let herself think of them as attractive. For Patient Four, he was attracted and had a nice build to him, but Simone knew mixing business with pleasure was the equivalent of shitting where she ate; not a good idea. Everyone had a reason to be here locked up in their rooms and no one was innocent from their own diseased riddles minds, especially Simone. "The name is Doctor Simone and I want to help you either get out of here or even explain you are not nuts as everyone else here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 01:44:39</strong>
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				He had listened to “Patient Four” go through the song and dance of appearing to be shocked over having been kidnapped.&nbsp; He stayed on the floor and listened, not bothering to accept the hand that his roommate had offered him.<br><br><em> If he WAS kidnapped and he’s NOT crazy...well...he seems like the fighty-type.&nbsp; Fighting it, verbally or physically will only make them think he’s crazy...and then he’s fucked.&nbsp; If he WASN’T kidnapped and he IS crazy...well...he’s fucked. </em><br><br>He frowned a moment as the door opened once more.<br><br><em> Another roommate...seriously? </em><br><br>His thoughts derailed as he heard the not-so-subtle- threat against his physical well-being.&nbsp; He stayed seated on the floor and simply scooched across the floor to “his side” of the room.&nbsp; He let out a deep breath and looked around the room.&nbsp; David had definitely been in worse places.&nbsp; They actually had things present that you could use as weapons and in time, maybe even hang himself with the blankets they had left if he took the time.<br><br>He tried that...the whole suicide thing.&nbsp; It had been fifteen years ago;<br><br><em> Five thousand, five hundred –sixty-six days. </em><br><br>The day after his birthday.&nbsp; It was the last time he had anyone visit him.&nbsp; It was his sister and when she told him that she wasn’t going to be able to come visit anymore, neither she nor David seemed sad.&nbsp; Infact, they were both pretty relieved.&nbsp; David had given up trying to make his family understand.&nbsp; They thought he was David.&nbsp; He wasn’t.&nbsp; He felt bad for them because it seemed like this “David” they came to visit had been an alright guy.&nbsp; He never really understood what happened to the mind or soul of the body that you “rode” but he knew that when he entered David...that was it.&nbsp; David was gone. <br><br>Apparently it was unusual for a family to write off a family member so quick but he had still been young at the time and more...invested in the mission at the time.&nbsp; There would be no dissuading him from what he was sent from the future to do.&nbsp; When David’s mother had drank herself to death the previous year, the rest of the family was all too eager to move on with their lives.<br><br>He had been frustrated and was feeling hopeless.&nbsp; He wasn’t afraid to die.&nbsp; He was afraid to fail and if he stayed locked up...he’d fail.&nbsp; Turns out it’s tougher to strangle yourself with a blanket than you might think, but it certainly didn’t stop them from treating him like he was suicidal.&nbsp; It had been a blur after that...sedation...bindings....more sedation.<br><br>But he had learned.<br><br><strong> “When you try to kill yourself...know what you’re doing.” </strong>, he muttered to himself as he stood and took in the contents of the room.<br><br>In fact...that lesson could be applied to pretty much anything anyone wanted to do while locked up in a place like this and he hadn’t been in a place like this one in a long time.&nbsp; The last place was more like a prison...which was good in some ways...it had a routine and he liked routine.&nbsp; His room was an interesting one.&nbsp; Like a cube with rounded edges made of some kind of bright orange plastic.&nbsp; The plastic was thick and pretty much sound proof.&nbsp; The bed, sink, toilet, crude stool and crude table were all part of the bright orange plastic “cube”, the entire room one big piece of plastic, the “furnishings” if you could call them that appearing like they had been pulled out of the plastic walls and floors by a large hand.&nbsp; When it came time to clean, they would simply hose down the entire room and let the water run out the drain in the center of the room.&nbsp; Efficient, if a bit soulless.<br><br>David liked it.<br><br>They never made threats there.&nbsp; Simply being there was threat enough.&nbsp; If they were going to be that efficient with living accommodations...how efficient would they be with reinforcing their rules?&nbsp; How efficient would they be with their punishment.<br>This place had plenty of soul.&nbsp; Whoever ran this placed...loved this place in some kind of fucked up, misplaced way.&nbsp; In order to make up for the lack efficiency, they needed guards to walk around making threats.&nbsp; He was long past the time where he felt the need to battle against every threat...to show that he was also a threat.&nbsp; He knew how that battle went and he knew who won it.<br><br>He was content to bide his time, watch...and wait.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 05:39:38</strong>
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				<strong>Taylor and Dr. Simone talking just outside room 5</strong><br><br>She agreed with him.&nbsp; Well that was unexpected.&nbsp; Not bad, but unexpected.&nbsp; For once in the full time he had been there, he had a small glimmer of hope spring into his eye.&nbsp; That didn't mean he was out yet, but he could possibly convince this doctor to set him free.&nbsp; Taylor was unsure of how to proceed, however.&nbsp; Being in an institution was foreign to him, so he had no idea of the procedural&nbsp; requirements for being declared sane.&nbsp; He'd have to just wing it&nbsp; "A sanitarium?&nbsp; I figured as much."&nbsp; He gave a shy laugh.&nbsp; She seemed to be paying attention enough.&nbsp; Maybe she was sincere in her interest.<br><br>"Is it that obvious?"&nbsp; He couldn't help but give another laugh that quickly faded.&nbsp; "Well, that would be because I don't belong here.&nbsp; I don't even remember how I got here, to be honest.&nbsp; I remember...pain.&nbsp; In my neck, then nothing.&nbsp; I woke up being carted off by two men and was thrown in a room downstairs, I assume which is where I was brought from only minutes before you came to talk to me."&nbsp; His expression almost brightened when she mentioned the head doctor.<br><br>"You are not head honcho around here?"&nbsp; He politely asked her as they began to take steps away from the room.&nbsp; "Yep, that's me.&nbsp; Harmless.&nbsp; Wouldn't hurt a fly."&nbsp; He said, trying to go along with her assessment.&nbsp; The more he could convince her of how sane and stable he was, the better chance he would have of getting out of there.&nbsp; "Uhh, I'm Taylor Davis.&nbsp; I take it my name was not put on my chart?&nbsp; Perhaps that could lend some credibility to my story.&nbsp; Don't patients usually get all their information put on their chart when they arrive?"&nbsp; He said, hoping that would help.&nbsp; It was seeming better and better.&nbsp; He was trapped before, but now he was being helped by a rather attractive doctor who worked at the facility.&nbsp; Perhaps he could find a way to thank her if she got him out of there.<br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Simone.&nbsp; I will give you anything you need if I can just get out of here."&nbsp; He explained as they strolled off further into the inner halls (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0) of the sanitarium.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Max and David's Room, Room 5 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 08:35:39</strong>
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				[[Moved to Inner Halls (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.msg4626182#msg4626182)]
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