{EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing
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				Title: <strong>{EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 22:48:14</strong>
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				New.<br><br>Being new was always rough. Like being the new kid in highschool after all the other students grew up together. It was mildly awkward and you keep telling yourself that you just need to get through the first day. Then it turns into the first week. Hopefully, the horrible time does not turn into the first month. Thus far? Doctor Juno Blake was only on her second shift actually in the Asylum. She spent a lot of time reading over the current cases and the like. The day before was mainly setting up her office and watching a bit of what happened in the Asylum.<br><br>It was mildly creepy, but blame that on horror movies and a very active imagination.<br><br>Juno looked down at her desk and took in a deep breath. Twenty five years old and she had all of her schooling done. She even had an internship done. She was a full therapist and the like. She was ready for this.<br><br>Juno smoothed out the blouse she wore. She was not thin. Her father used to call her his little pinup girl. She had a classic hourglass shape with a soft feel to her pale skin. Her blouses had to be tailored due to her ample bust and the curve of her waist not fully matching. Some would call her overweight compared to what the media saw as beautiful, but she ran three times a week and liked to swim. She was just… healthy.<br><br>She had a figure that was not a little boy’s and she loved it.<br><br>Juno shifted her laptop closed and stood up. The skirt was a pencil style, clinging to her to right at her knees. The black stiletto pumps were gleaming against the dull carpet below and she looked towards the closed door of her office as she tucked a rogue bit of blonde behind her ear.<br><br>Why was she so… anxious?
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 23:53:41</strong>
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				Ignatius cursed under his breath as the elevator slowly rumbled it's way back up. He had escorted Dr. T down to the lobby with the intent of having him help Tila-Rose through the admissions process. As soon as the doors had opened, however, he had noticed the wooden clock on the wall. Twelve-thirty stared him dead in the face, and he had realized that he was due to meet the newest addition to the staff at precisely that time.<br>Ignatius had no choice but to leave the de facto doctor alone with the new patient. He couldn't miss his appointment. The fact that he was going to be late for it already annoyed him enough.<br><br><br>He was hardly ever late to anything. The incident with Jessica earlier in the morning must have muddled his mind, he told himself. <br><br>Dr. Ignatius' slim frame was through the doors before they had even finished opening. He could see that Custodio, the latino janitor, had already cleaned up the bloody mess that Gunther had left in the second floor's east wing. Instead of turning down that wing as he had last time, however, he turned and walked down the west wing.<br><br>Sorting his notes and forms before going into her office, Ignatius slowed his breathing. It would seem strange to walk into the new doctor's office red-faced and out of breath. He slicked back his black hair and straightened his under his white medical jacket, then reached for the copper-hued metallic door handle.<br><br>He stopped and chided himself before opening it. Though he was the senior medical professional in this establishment, that still did not give him the right to barge into the other doctors' offices. He withdrew his hand, curled it into a fist, and rapped three times on the thick, dark-stained hemlock door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 00:23:08</strong>
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				She turned her amber gaze towards the clock on the wall and she silently wondered if she had time to sneak a cigarette before the doctor arrived. She was flipping through her purse, trying to find the pack that she had hidden from herself. She was trying to quit and was impatient with herself. So much so that if she had to dig around too much she would give up and go on to do something else. It sucked when she got the pack of cigarettes out, but failed in finding a lighter.<br><br>This time, her fingers found the white bic lighter first, but she was soon disturbed. Juno jumped, dropping her purse and thus spilling the contents across the floor. A makeup case, cigarette case, wallet, keys, a few batteries, mints and a few more personal items all clattered to the floor. <br><br>Cursing, the blonde-haired doctor crouching down as she replied, “come in,” to who she guessed would be the doctor that was helping her get settled in. <br><br>“Hi,” she told him, standing up to greet him with an offered hand. For a moment, her spilled bag was forgotten. Yes, she needed to relax and take things more in stride, but it was her first real job and it meant a lot to her to prove that she was not some kid in over her head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 04:16:37</strong>
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				Ignatius took her hand in a firm, yet friendly grip. "Good Afternoon, Miss Blake." he said with a slight smile. As with everyone within Lake Heart's walls, he had made it a point to memorize her basic biographical information. He was glad that another sane individual would be joining him on the staff.<br><br>He frowned a bit as he realized that even he wasn't completely "sane". What if she realized that at some point? Well, if the past experiences of the staff were any indication, she wouldn't remain sane forever.<br><br>"I hope that everything has worked out well for you here so far. It often takes new members of the staff some time to adjust to our unique environment." He smirked as he laid eyes on the menagerie of personal items scattered across the floor. Maybe she did need some help settling in. He then turned his eyes upon the woman herself, and his smile grew. He had always found full-figured women to be attractive. These days, rail-thin blondes were all the rage, yet he disdained them a great deal. Juno was blonde, but she made it look good. The skirt, the heels, those yellow-brown eyes that matched her hair so well...<br><br>He shook his head and brought his attention back to the matters at hand, saving such thoughts for the privacy of his own office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>04-06-2008, 19:13:23</strong>
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				Juno smiled at him, feeling already so very relaxed and she squeezed his hand in a professional handshake. So many women let their hands go limp when someone shook their hands, but Juno knew how to shake hands. Eye contact, a casual pump down and release before it would linger too long. It was just a handshake and Juno Blake was not known to flirt with her superiors. Well, given both were going to be head doctors, he was not so much a superior as more of a mentor.<br><br>“Thanks for meeting with me, Doctor Ingnatius. I hope I’ll fit in well enough among the staff and I’m a quick learner. I shouldn’t have much problems.” She smiled a pale-liped smile. She so often wore scarlet lipstick, but she knew to dress modest as well as professional as possible. She crouched down in order to work on her spilled items.<br><br>“I was going to sneak a cigarette, I’m sorry,” she admitted as if she was doing something wrong. The flicker lights caused by thunder outlined her healthy figure and the angle showed off a peek of the black lace at her upper thigh: thigh-high stockings and, with the sight of the clasp on the outer thigh, she was wearing a garter belt with it. She tended to spend money, not on purses, but on her lingerie. There was a flash of a pale thigh as she stuffed the last things into her purse before pushing herself back up to balance on the high heels.<br><br>That was when the loud crack and flash took out the lights, spilling her office, without windows, into complete darkness. It was a childhood fear, but he would feel her hand latch onto his sleeved arm and the almost—note almost—grab for him made her weight fall against his side. Her breasts pressed to his arms and her heart raced.<br><br>“Jesus,” she breathed out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 01:32:06</strong>
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				Ignatius closed his green eyes and smiled widely with his head tilted slightly back as though he was enjoying a moving piece of music or a pleasurable massage. Indeed, for him the darkness was those things and much, much more. It was a subtle yet deep melody that gently caressed his skin; his soul.<br><br>Adding to his enjoyment of the sudden lack of illumination was the feeling of the delicious new doctor's chest pressing into him. When her hand clutched his white medical jacket, her strong nails had driven through to pierce the flesh of his arm beneath. The wounds were shallow, so he savored the tingling sensation of pain. He could not see anything in the room; consequently, the entirety of his existence at that moment consisted of the pressure of a frightened woman on his arm, the sting from where her nails had entered his skin, and the all-encompassing darkness.<br><br>From the glimpse of her that he had caught before the blackout blessed them with it's presence, he found that he was quite pleased with the newest addition to the hospital's staff. Ignatius had been corresponding with her in the months before her arrival in order to guide her through the application&amp;admissions process. He had long known that she would be worthy of working alongside (as opposed to under) him. The letters they exchanged illustrated her intelligence, professionalism, and aptitude for the job. The fact that she had a stunning body was only a bonus to him, for he had not known anything of her appearance prior to this meeting. She seemed like a sharp doctor, and he now regretted his earlier reference to her as "Miss" Blake when he should have said "Doctor".<br><br>Adding to his attraction to her was the fact that she did not wear one of those wretched pant suits that some women insisted on dressing themselves in these days; instead, she was attired in a skirt, black heels, and--he could hardly believe his eyes when he had seen them-- stockings with a lace garter. She was far different from the frumpy older female doctors he had long ago grown accustomed to; in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had even <em>seen</em> a woman in such lingerie (besides in the magazines he kept hidden in his office, of course, but even those had grown tiresome years ago). The fact that he would often be working alongside this woman in the coming months pleased him to no end.<br><br>With his head still leaned back, he laughed and said "No, Doctor Blake, not Jesus. It is only one of our friendly neighborhood thunderstorms. Such blackouts are commonplace out here, so far removed from a reliable source of power. Our backup generators in the basement should engage within the hour; in the meantime, however, we shall be immersed in this beautiful black shroud."<br><br>He looked over at her halfway through his speech but could not make out anything. All he could hear was her rapid breathing. All he could feel was her body pressed against his side. He guessed that with his black hair and a darker complexion than hers, she couldn't make out anything of him in this darkness either. Remembering that she probably didn't enjoy the blackout as much as he did, Ignatius used his free arm to lift a thick, tightly-rolled cigar the color of burnt sienna out of his coat's chest pocket. With a black lighter that he also kept in that pocket, he lit the cigar. The sudden spark of yellow light briefly lit the air around them, and the soft ember of his cigar lit his face with a dull orange glow contrasted against the deep shadows around.<br><br>"Care to join me?", he asked; a smile in his voice as he attempted to reassure her, though in the darkness with only his also-dark face lit, he probably looked quite sinister right about then.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>05-06-2008, 23:09:10</strong>
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				It was a little childhood fear. It was not extreme enough to make her scream or curl up in a ball, but it was bad enough for her to need someone to touch, or something to light the pitch blackness. The dark-haired man against her front of was enough to keep her from scrambling for a lighter and Juno briefly told herself that there was nothing dangerous in the room that would slip out and attack her while the lights were out.<br><br>Nyctophobia. Fear of the dark or night.<br><br>The night was fine for the most part. She had walked home from friends’ houses before she started to drive, but in college, she always did the Safewalk to keep her sanity. All she needed was to get mauled or killed on her way back to her car or dorm. So many university girls never used the program, and she even did some speech work to promote violence on campuses and ways to keep safe.<br><br>When she relaxed herself, she took in a low, slow breath. She had no idea that he got a glimpse of her leggings’ end and the lace garter and he could have gotten a glimpse of the black lace bra had one more button been undone. Never know when you’re going to be found in your undies, right? Car accident and the doctors see everything under the clothes, so why not greet them with a matching, very fitting set of lace below the clothes? Not crazy, just quirky.<br><br>Juno had spoken to him on the phone a number of times and wrote constant e-mails back and forth as he helped her with getting the job the moment her final internship ended. He did not know it, but when she got the job, she spilled her glass of wine in the process of jumping up and down, doing something she called her “Happy Dance.” Everyone had one. Hers always came along when she was in her panties—maybe because she took so much time to get everything under the clothes perfect, but that were the foundation for a good outfit—and often when she was getting ready for a bath or getting out of bed. It was her step to becoming a woman.<br><br>She had a lot of “professional” outfits from her internships and meetings so she did not need to buy much. She was tempted to do a pants suit, but they seemed so… manly. The boy-figured girls wore that because they did not have the Bettie Page meat on their asses and legs. Skirts made the model-like girls show off their too-thin legs and Juno always worried that they were going to snap with the pointy-toed heels. Who the Hell thought those were sexy? She wore a pair once and bailed in her friend’s livingroom when the toe caught on the floor.<br><br>“Damn,” she said when she finally got her voice back before continuing, “I was hoping Jesus was coming to save the world.” A sigh ended her words. <br><br>“And the patients are fine in the dark?” She cocked her head a bit thoughtfully, musing. That seemed about right. The doors were all locked, so they could not get out and the windows in the main room and many hallways would catch enough light to have shadows. Also, it did not sound like there was any chaos from the hallways.<br><br>She felt him move against her and blinked at the sudden light of the lighter. The sweet scent of the cigar relaxed her more than the breathing exercises. Her father used to smoke cigars and often pipes. The girl nodded and withdrew a cigarette and a six inch cigarette holder from the depths of her bag and calmly lit the candle on her bookshelf to fill the room with the dim light of a candle. She pressed the cigarette into the end of the holder and placed the plastic to her lips before lighting it. The smoke filled her lungs and she let the grey dance from her pale lips, calmer after the cigarette and candle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {EX} Lake Heart Asylum -West Wing</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>06-06-2008, 17:14:27</strong>
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				The smoke from their burning tobacco filled the room. The bittersweet aroma of his cigar mingled with the mostly bitter aroma of her cigarette. Joining in with the mixture was the scent of Lilac rising from the light purple candle on her shelf. Ah, the smell of flowery cancer. He chuckled to himself at that. For the first time in quite a while, his spirits were high. He was half-tempted to uncork the bottle of merlot he kept in his closet until he remembered that they were in her office, not his. Ignatius normally didn't drop his guard this much unless he was in his own private area. The lack of light and pleasant company had lulled him into a comfortable state of relaxation. <br><br>He glanced over at the young woman on his arm. Now that the soft light of the candle could reach it, he supposed she'd notice the blood that stained his sleeve from where her nails had dug into it. The smoke she exhaled wafted over the raw wounds and made them burn as the harsh chemicals from her secondhand fumes interacted with his exposed flesh and blood. His nose twitched slightly, but otherwise he gave no outward signs of feeling it. <br><br>Watching as the gray mist poured forth from her unadorned lips, he wished that they would have had some sort of lipstick gently rolled across them to enhance the sensual effect. Even with decoration, however, her lips were still shapely and smooth. He watched as the smoke slowly passed between her parted lips and wondered if she intended for it to look as sexually charged as it did. Probably not, he decided. So far, she seemed oblivious to the underlying messages that could have been sent by her actions. Black lace, stockings, heels and a tight skirt, lighting a scented candle in an otherwise dark room as she pressed against a man right beside her….<br><br>He smiled. She was sexy in an interesting way. Some of the nurses in this place wore enough make-up to smother a horse, and they often walked like one to show off their rear ends. Of course, when they had a face like a horses’, who could blame them? For the most part, Ignatius ignored the blatant attempts and desperate advances of his underlings. Only a handful of the nurses here had had the privilege of joining him in bed. <br>Ignatius was a focused man. His expression and attitude, like his features, were usually serious and intense. Locked away so high in the hills, miles away from any real form of civilization, one might wonder how such a man who was intense in all of his other endeavours could survive so long up here without physical companionship. <br><br>That’s what the patients were for. <br>Some of them, at least.<br><br>“Yes, Doctor, the patients should do just fine. Many of them have grown accustomed to the blackouts. We all treat them like an old friend who still drops in every so often. We take a bit of time out of our day to converse and commune with the darkness.”<br><br>Long years of living up here had obviously taken their toll on Ignatius, yet what he said was true, especially for himself and the others who had been there for a long time. With so few opportunities to make friends, they found companionship wherever they could…even in the raw elemental force of a thunderstorm.<br><br>He pursed his lips as he drew deeply on his cigar, causing the tip to glow more brightly for a moment as a bit more of the exquisite brown leaf burned away into an oblivion of ash. Inhaling before continuing, he said “As for Jesus, I doubt he would be heralded by a cloud of sudden darkness. Trumpets, angels, and sunshine seem more fitting for Our Lord Savior.”<br><br>Ignatius—like his namesake, Ignatius of Loyola (or Saint Ignatius of Antioch. His parents had often argued over which he had been named for.), Ignatius had been raised as a devout Catholic. <br><br>Unlike those other two, more famous men named Ignatius; he had not founded the order of Jesuits or been a Bishop martyred in Rome. No, his lot in life was to care for the shunned children of God like a lone shepherd cared for the black sheep from a larger flock. Of course, his religious ways had never been particularly strong, but now he was not a lone shepherd any longer. A second caretaker had come along to lend her hand. Little Bo Peep had finally found her long-lost sheep. <br><br>He laughed to himself at that and at the religious comparisons he had just made in his mind. He was a man of science and psychology first and foremost. In the halls of this Asylum, religion played only a minor role in his life. He attended the weekly service held in the Chapel, but that was often the extent of his worship. After all, these were the men and women that God had cast out of His kingdom. They were the forsaken souls no longer bathed in the light of His grace; consequently, God disdained this place almost as much as he did it’s denizens.<br><br>Ignatius exhaled the cigar smoke as he spoke, thick gray wisps slowly curling over his lips and spiraling upwards, wreathing his face. He smiled at her and gently moved so that she would be pressed into him even more. "Don't worry about the darkness though. Even without Jesus, you should be safe enough for now. I know this place better than most, and I’ll protect you-&nbsp; should the need arise.<br><br>Moving back to his earlier comment, he continued:<br>“ Only a few of the patients react negatively to these events, and we have a system in place to see that they are taken are of". He did mention the fact that the system involved nothing more than letting them rot in their cells, screaming in torturous agony, wailing for rescuers that would never come. He figured she could find that out on her own and react accordingly. If she didn’t like it, then she could work to remedy the situation. Half of the mistreatment that happened at Lake Heart happened because they were too short-staffed to handle everything and everyone. (Of course, the other half of the mistreatment was purely intentional…)<br><br>“I hope you’ll be alright here. You seemed more alarmed than most people when the lights went out” <br>he said with a bit of genuine concern in his voice. He was not only concerned with her being alright during the black-out but also during the months and years to come.<br>
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