Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:50:24</strong>
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				This is the room of patients #9 and #12.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:48:56</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: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkangel76</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 05:40:41</strong>
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				Stella (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105142.msg4604651#msg4604651) tossed and turned in her tiny bed, the feeling of the mattress beneath her suddenly very uncomfortable and lumpy. More than anything she wanted more sleep, the one and only thing she knew that would keep her emotions in check and the depression away. But try as she might, it just wasn’t going to happen. It was beyond unfair. Then, that came as no surprise. Not really. Her life had hardly been fair from what she could recall, at least not as of late anyway. Why would it suddenly change paths now?<br><br><em>It wouldn’t…</em><br><br>Not wanting to give up on sleep, Stella refused to open her eyes. She just wanted a few more precious moments of numbness, of time floating in that black void of nothing but dreamless sleep. It wasn’t much to ask for. Was it? After all, she had never been the sort to expect anything much in life. Not from anyone. Her needs had always been simple – to be taken care of, to feel safe…<br><br>Stella had no idea what time of day it was as she continued to toss and turn in her bed, her body tangled with the blankets covering her. Her mind began to drift, wondering about the time. But something deep inside told her it had to be around mid-morning. Just then, her pale eyes snapped open and a jolt ran along her spine. Immediately, she sat upright and frantically began to glance about the room. For some reason, she felt off and an odd sense of panic trying to consume her. Shivering, her heart pounded beneath her breast and her breath started coming in short, hard rasps.<br><br>“Calm down, Stella,” she whispered to herself, desperately trying to give herself the reassurance she needed.<br><br><em>Fuck! It’s not working!</em><br><br>Hugging her knees to her chest, Stella realized that her roommate, Yuna, was gone. Arching a brow, she wondered where the quiet girl had gone. It wasn’t common that she leave the confines of the room they shared, so she figured the Japanese girl had her reasons. Biting down on her lip, the sense of panic still rising from within, she let go of her knees and stood up.<br><br>Tucking a stray dark strand of hair behind an ear, Stella’s eyes drifted along the wall of her side of the room. Finally, they settled upon the desk. Oh god, the edge of the tabletop looked so inviting as it beckoned her to sit down and stare at it a bit longer. Unable to resist, the fact that Yuna was gone making it all the more tempting, she hurried over and sat down. Licking her lips, her heart racing, her adrenaline surging, she lifted her hands up into the air and brought them down swiftly.<br><br><em>THWACK!</em><br><br>Stella’s wrists slammed against the edge of her writing desk. Almost immediately, the euphoria began to set in. It was wonderful; it was heaven. Again, she brought her hands up only to bring them down once more. The pain was sweet as it made her body slowly relax, her muscles loosening, her heart slowing down. Again and again she banged her wrists against the desk, taking advantage of the fact that she wouldn’t be disturbing her roommate since she was currently gone. She’d always felt terrible any time she had to bang her wrists in front of Yuna. Fortunately, the girl seemed to understand her needs though it was clear that the loud sounds bothered her greatly. Besides, it was better than her preferred alternative.<br><br>Oh the thought of pressing a razor against her pale flesh had Stella almost writhing in her seat.<br><br><em>THWACK! THWACK!</em><br><br>The sting of a cut definitely would calm her more than this wrist banging. But Stella’s doctors made sure to keep anything with a blade far from her reach. And she was certain that it was a cruel and demented joke that they have her room with a girl who’s love for blood surpassed her own. She often wondered if they did it knowing it would force her to second guess her actions, to take pause.<br><br><em>THWACK! THWACK!</em><br><br>Stella opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. The bruises were beautiful, their purple-blue color mesmerizing as it spread along her wrists. At that, she stopped her wrist banging and began to stare at the art she’d created on her skin.<br><br>“So beautiful,” Stella whispered as she touched her wrist with a curious finger. Immediately, she winced. The bruises hurt. But the physical hurt washed away the panic and pushed aside the pain she felt inside. That, right there, made it all worth it. Yes, she felt better already and she suddenly could feel a small smile creeping over her lips. And smiling wasn’t something she often did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 06:32:47</strong>
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				<strong>Alarm 2</strong><br><br>The alarm sounded in her room as the watcher had decided to set it off due to her degree of self injury. There to be none of that was allowed in the rooms. There was a sound that went off in her room to the equivalent of a very loud alarm clock. And the doors of the room buzzed open as three orderlies till up to just a moment ago were cleaning up the blood, burst in. They ran behind her and tried to pull her out of her seat by looping their arms under her shoulders. If they got their arms under hers then they would lift her to standing just before they threw her down on the bed with two of the orderlies trying to pin down her arms and legs.<br><br>The third looked down at her wrists and saw that they were bruised. He pulled out his walkie from his pocket and called into it. "I need the first available doctor to room 4. We have had a self-injury incident." he said over the walkie. He knew that Tim did not like it when he called a doctor down to handle an unruly patient. But it was required that a doctor provide therapy after a case of self-injury.<br><br>After he sent the call on the walkie, they would try to hook the restraints of the bed onto her wrists and ankles to make sure that she was well and restrained to the bed as they waited on the doctor. They would keep trying to restrain her and keep trying to keep her pinned down until the doctor arrived but if they somehow got her restrained it would be just one orderly waiting with her until a doctor came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkangel76</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 06:06:25</strong>
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				Stella smiled as she let her eyes get lost within the various shades of blue and purple she saw covering her delicate wrists. The pattern they made was just beautiful, so calming, so soothing. And the pain, that precious ache that took away the anxiety she’d started to feel only moments ago. Oh god, it had all been building since day one when she’d woken up in the place not knowing where she was at first. And it had all finally come to a head. Yes, she’d had no choice but to seize the moment since Yuna was gone. Consequences be damned!<br><br>As Stella continued to stare at her injuries, her thoughts suddenly drifted to her parents. Honestly, they’d committed the ultimate betrayal in her eyes by bringing her to Rosanam. She was 22, no longer a child! They had no right to steal away her consent like that, not when she was perfectly fine.<br><br><em>Perfectly… fine…</em><br><br>Oh, Stella knew she had issues. But for her parents to have brought her to this… place? Yes, this was far worse than when they’d hidden the existence of Elena from her, the twin sister she’d never known. Any glimmer of trust that might have still flickered was fully extinguished now, had died the moment she realized what they’d done, where they’d left her.<br><br>Tears began to form in Stella’s blue eyes, stinging them as they pooled and finally fell across her pale cheeks. Just then, her thoughts were cut short. A loud alarm suddenly began to resonate throughout the room causing her to clutch at her ears and sob openly.<br><br>What in the hell was going on?<br><br>Suddenly, Stella heard the door burst open. Snapping her head around to see who was coming in, her heart sank when she saw it wasn’t Yuna, her roommate for the past couple of months. Instead, she saw the orderlies and the looks on their faces made it clear that they weren’t happy to be seeing her.<br><br>“No… no…” Stella stammered, shaking her head back and forth when she realized what was going on. The watcher. She’d been seen! Frantically, she began to look about the room, desperately trying to find the camera that had given her away, had tattled on her in her one moment of solitude and bliss.<br><br>Suddenly, Stella found herself being dragged to her bed, her slim body being thrown down with a force far greater than what was needed.<br><br>“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I…” Stella shrieked.<br><br>But the orderlies didn’t speak. No. Instead, they just went about their business, pinning her and fumbling for the restraints to keep her in place. Stella whimpered as her body went limp. It was clear that they’d had quite the morning given their silence and having to deal with her private action of self-injury was just adding to the resentment she could tell was building within them. Eyes wet with tears, she didn’t fight the men holding her down. Instead, she let them do what they’d been ordered to do.<br><br>“I’m so sorry…” Stella whispered, her voice shaky. She was fully restrained, unable to move from the bed. Looking at the orderlies, she wished that they could truly understand that she meant what she was saying. But for some reason, she knew they didn’t. And not even as she laid there crying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That Girl Analise</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 17:14:26</strong>
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				As Dominick arrived, he saw that Orderlies had beat him to the patient, restraining her to her bed. He walked over to her calmly, being careful to show no expression on his face as he began to examine her bruises. They were dark, and they probably stung a good bit when touched, so he made sure -per his medical training -to touch only gently. He released the restraints on just one wrist so that he may get a better look at it, speaking to the orderlies as he did so "Good response time. You are dismissed," he told them, and they made no move to hide the relief at being told they no longer had to deal with this girl.<br><br>Once he and Stella were left alone, his face relaxed into a more soothing expression, rather than the calculating one he had on the way in -he had a feeling that being so stoic would not calm the crying girl before him. "Shhh, it's ok! You're Stella, right? I'm Dr. Jacobson, one of the people here at Rosanam. OK? What I'm about to give you is Ibuprofen, so we can keep you from swelling all too much. You see those pretty bruises you like so much? Well, they're going to hurt a lot. Let's just hope you did no damage to your bones in all of this," he said, keeping his words going as he restrained her hand once more and went into the pocket of his coat. This was the one thing he carried with him at all times, and it seemed it was a good thing he did. They would have to do some precautionary x-rays later; a broken bone would be a seriously bad thing in the long run.<br><br>"Now, you'll have to take them dry because I have no water on me, ok?" he prompted as he held them up to her mouth and motioned for her to open up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkangel76</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:51:07</strong>
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				Stella turned her head toward the door the moment she saw it open. Almost immediately she felt her heart begin to race as fear began to set in. This was her first incident at Rosanam and she worried about what it would mean for her future. She wanted to get out, wanted her rights restored. But being admitted against her own will and permission, she didn’t think there was much of a chance it would happen any time soon. And now with this on her record, she was sure that the little hope she’d had at getting out sooner than later had pretty much been struck through and killed.<br><br>Closing her eyes briefly, Stella decided it was just best to accept the fate that was befalling her. After all, the doctors didn’t know what her parents had done to her with the lying, that it was them who brought here when she truly didn’t belong. They just wanted her better, to help her through her problems and gain a better understanding of herself. Right? She hoped that was the case with these doctors. Oh god, she hoped.<br><br>At that, Stella opened her eyes and allowed them to look upon the doctor who’d entered the room. As she looked at him, she felt an odd sense of relief settle deep inside her body, replacing all the worry that had been consuming her only moments ago. That feeling of ease was only furthered when the orderlies left and the doctor was able to drop the façade he’d obviously been carrying so as to keep the orderlies in line with what could’ve been a potential situation.<br><br>When the doctor finally spoke, his voice calm and soothing as he introduced himself, Stella just nodded, her hands wishing that they could brush away the tears she felt streaking her pale cheeks. Dr. Jacobson was gentle in his approach, in the way he touched her wounded wrists. She was grateful that he seemed to have a caring attitude and it gave her hope that the rest of the staff, orderlies aside it would seem, of Rosanam had a similar outlook on all their patients. Maybe… just maybe… it wouldn’t be so bad if that thought held true.<br><br>Dr. Jacobson examined Stella’s wrists. She knew nothing was broken, just bruised and possibly sprained, but the way he seemed concerned that she might have damaged her bones made her feel safe and comforted. It made her feel like she actually mattered as a patient. When he finished looking over her injuries and offered her the ibuprofen, she gave him a smile.<br><br>“Thank you,” Stella whispered softly, averting her eyes away from the doctor’s face. She was grateful that he was treating her with a level of understanding, not making her feel totally crazy. She knew she had problems, but even still, her mind was her own. “That’s fine. I don’t need the water,” she then added.<br><br>Returning her gaze to Dr. Jacobson, Stella leaned forward a little causing a vein in her neck to stand out ever so slightly. Opening her mouth, she waited for the man to give her the pain pills. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That Girl Analise</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 18:25:59</strong>
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				Dominick simply nodded when she said she didn't need the water. When she opened her mouth for him he put the pills in gently, careful to keep his fingers out of the way for two reasons; one, he was wearing no gloves at this moment, and that wasn't sanitary. Secondly, he only knew a little about this patient, and one of the things he didn't know was weather or not she was prone to biting. He was pleased to note, however, that she seemed to have no intent to bite him when taking the pills. He made a mental note to mention this when he updated her file (<em>Patient seems to respond well to calm words and patience.</em>)<br><br>"Good girl, Stella. Now it's almost breakfast time, so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to take you down to get an x ray of your wrists, just to make sure everything is OK, alright?" he looked her over really for the first time, and wondered how such an attractive woman came to be like this? "After that, I'm going to be giving you wrist guards that you must wear until these lovelies heal," he motioned to her arms, "Now, if you're good and don't do something like this again, I'll take off the guards and you can have just a bandage," he paused "Why do you hurt yourself like this, Stella? What's there to be gained?" he asked, no malice in his words, only curiosity.<br><br>As she was talking he unbound one wrist, then the other and held them in his hands, bruise up, to get another look. Leaving her side only for a second he went to where her bicep cuffs were hanging just outside her door. He walked back over to her and bound her before unlatching her legs, motioning for her to stand up.<br><br>((How she reacts to the little bit of freedom is up to you, of course, I'll have Dominick respond accordingly. Unfortunately no time to edit; I'm already late for class, so no time to make corrections!!!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stella and Yuna's Room, Room 4 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkangel76</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 20:29:58</strong>
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				Stella remained quiet as she waited for Dr. Jacobson to give her the pills. Once he administered them, she closed her mouth and worked up her saliva as best she could. Once her mouth was wet enough, she swallowed them down and gave him a small smile. The doctor seemed to be a cautious man and, given the state of Rosanam and its many patients, she couldn’t fault him for that. She’d heard rumors about some of the others, those with violent tendencies and personalities triggered by who knew what. She shivered slightly at the thought, suddenly feeling so alone and isolated.<br><br>Just as Stella felt herself slipping into feeling pity for herself, Dr. Jacobson’s voice brought her back to the there and now. He mentioned she’d need x-rays. The fact that he’d said that took her off guard a little. She was fairly certain that she’d only sprained her wrists, but then again, there could very well be micro-fractures that formed during her episode of detachment and need for release of some kind.<br><br><em>Detachment.</em> That’s exactly what is was, what Stella experienced each time she’d succumbed to the pleasures and false euphoria of injuring herself. Since being admitted to Rosanam, she hadn’t had any opportunities to indulge in such things. She knew they were ultimately wrong, but she couldn’t help herself. It was the only way she could take back what was rightfully hers. Her life. For a small moment in time, she could let go of everything. She could be herself… no judgment to worry about whatsoever.<br><br>Stella averted her gaze and looked down at the cold, hard floor as Dr. Jacobson’s question about her self-injuring behaviors started to actually register. She knew why she did it, to hold onto a small thread of her life that was for her and her alone. She felt a strange semblance of peace when the pain began to permeate throughout her body. Normally, such things would just hurt. But when the mood was right… oh god…<br><br>“Well, I…” Stella began, her voice quaking as she tried to speak. She looked at Dr. Jacobson just then, hoping he wouldn’t cast his own judgment like everyone else seemed to do. “It’s the only time I’m truly happy,” she answered. “I know. I sound crazy.” At that, she closed her eyes and felt them well with warm tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. “But I won’t do it again. I’ll try…”<br><br>Stella meant what she said. She’d definitely try her hardest not to, though she worried that she wouldn’t be able to hold her promise. Not if an opportunity arose where she could actually bring herself to such a state of bliss. Though she wondered if such a time would ever present itself again. She’d thought herself to be in the clear when Yuna had gone. But apparently, there were cameras hidden somewhere. Someone was watching.<br><br><em>A watcher?</em> It was the only answer Stella could think of. Someone was indeed watching her and it was that person who called in security. As she pondered the idea of someone watching her, she suddenly felt her skin flush and get hot. Was this watcher truly watching her at all times? Even when… At that, she let out a tiny gasp and bit down on her lower lip.<br><br>“It’s just that it relaxes me,” Stella continued trying to shake the thoughts of being watched by some anonymous figure, even during what she’d thought had been her most private moments up until… now.<br><br>As Stella answered Dr. Jacobson, she followed his gestures and nudges to getting up and bound so that she could walk the halls down to breakfast. As he bound her arms with the bicep cuffs, the softest whimper of pleasure could be heard from her. As he bound her, a wave of comfort washed over her, a feeling of safety, of security.<br><br>“I don’t always understand it myself,” Stella added as she stood up. “It just… it feels good.”
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