{ex} Lake Heart Prologues
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				Title: <strong>{ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>29-05-2008, 01:39:08</strong>
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				Dr. Ignatius glanced at the notes on his clipboard before looking up at the nude female patient before him. Leather restraints were all that she wore as she slumped in the chair. He made a "tsk" noise with his tongue and said softly "Whatever shall I do with you darling? This is the third day in a row that you've refused to take your medication. If you miss another dose..."<br><br>His voice trailed off as he noticed that wasn't listening; indeed, she gave no indication that she was aware of his presence at all. Her head lolled forward on her chest, and a trail of thin saliva leaked down the crest of her chin, between her cleavage, finally coming to rest in a pool within her belly button.<br><br>Disgust and irritation twisted the doctor's already frowning face into a scowl. Dull wood drove into the patient's right temple as he swung his clipboard at her with one hand. Bright red drops splattered across the crisp white paper and slowly seeped into it's fibers, staining the top few pages. A line of blood made it's way down her face before eventually dripping down to join the saliva gathering on her abdomen. The two mixed and intermingled, swirling sickeningly around one another.<br><br><em>"I asked you a question, you insubordinate brat!"</em> he roared into her nonresponsive face.<br><br>Breathing hard, Ignatius made a visible effort to control himself. Usually, he was quite calm, like a blissful song of serenity in the midst of a symphony of discordant lunacy; however, he occasionally fell prey to the same episodes of insanity that plagued the majority of his patients.<br><br>He chuckled bitterly as a thought struck him- He was both doctor and patient in this place. Of course, he had long ago placed himself under his own medical supervision so that no one would realize that one of the staff was on the wrong side of the padded cells.<br><br>Dr. Ignatius looked at the female for a moment before calmly writing "Patient presents no visible improvement" on his blood-spattered notepad. He mumbled an apology to her, one so soft that she wouldn't have heard it even had she been conscious.<br><br>With that, he turned and exited the exam room. On the way out, he told a young Latina nurse who had been waiting a few feet away from the door outside that the patient had hit her head while she was thrashing about trying to break her bonds. He indicated that minor cleanup and first aid would be required.<br><br>The nurse nodded wordlessly and went about her business. She knew well enough by now not to ask the doctor how his patient could have hit her head when the only large objects in the room were at least five feet away from the chair in which she had been restrained. Such questions were not welcome, and those nurses who insisted on asking them often found themselves out of a job. This nurse- Julia, by name- had long ago stopped caring why the patients she cleaned up after were often undressed, abused, and even worse off than they had been before the "treatment" sessions.<br><br><br><br><br>Later, in his room overlooking the lake's dark waters, Ignatius sighed as he felt the darkness reflected within him. Cackling voices echoed from somewhere far down&nbsp; the hall, and the already dim lights flickered out for a moment. Gathering his bag of supplies and putting on a freshly-pressed white overcoat, he left his room and made his way down the winding halls to find the source of the maniacal laughter. "Another day, another nutter" he mumbled to himself<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowz</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 03:35:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>”So… Jess… what do you think?”…. <br>On hearing Lucy’s voice, Jessica turned and smiled, it looks… perfect, and she did standing there in her wedding dress, that playful smirk on her face hadn’t diminished in spite of her nerves… it truly was set to be the happiest day of her life… and Jessica couldn’t have felt happier for her twin sister….</em></div><br>The faintest flicker of fire… the first aching stirrings of reality fettering around her mind, drawing it from the shadows of the screaming abyss and to the twisted reality that smelled of blood and piss…. <br><br>She blinked… slow… deliberate… <br><br>Jessica’s attention suddenly snapped back, her eyes winced from the heated fissure from which coursed a deep crimson that gently laced her sallow skin, the refusal of her medication had bought about a resurgence of the past and the pain that it hid... <br><br><div align="center"><em>I knew what was going on… what happened wasn’t a mistake.&nbsp; Everything I saw happened before my eyes, happened within my eyes as I watched the reflection of my hate deep in the eyes of my own twin sister… Watching the fear in her as her blood dripped across that virginal white gown…. </em><br></div><br>Her head slowly rose and she regarding the nurse with a slack stare, the clear trickle of saliva still pooling from the side of her mouth as she watched her smile softly… <em>…she can’t care… she is no different… </em><br><br>She came close, the soft heady scent of perfume leaving its tang in the air which flowed with each gentle movement of her arm as she began to bathe the dripping blood from her forehead… it didn’t matter anyway<br><br>She moved across… and she caught sight of the name on her badge, it sat a little lopsided and Jessica’s head suddenly titled so to be at the right angle to read it with her soft baleful gaze.&nbsp; The figure before her jolted at the sudden movement of the pale figure, her lank black hair lay limp and tousled from her head as the blood softly altered its flow down her face and began to highlight her thin nose…<br><br>Her fingers flickered…<br><br>Suddenly she pushed forward, her teeth sunk deeply into the fleshy underside of her forearm, hard and unforgiving as she scored through her lily white flesh and there was a sudden metallic explosion in her mouth as her maw flooded with blood… there was a piercing scream that filled the air as she tore her teeth from her…<br><br><div align="center"><em>…blood… the memory of blood on her… its scent rich and vibrant… her flesh laced with it like perfume…</em> </div><br>Eyes like spears thrust towards her as the nurse staggered backwards, fear etched on her face as she clutched her arm, blood oozing copiously from between her fingers.&nbsp; She flicked her head back, her river of lank black hair cascading behind her head as she glared at her… blood pooling from her mouth and spilling down the curve of her breasts…trickling down her taut stomach and across her inner thighs.&nbsp; She turned her head to the side and spat hard… a glob of blood hit against the floor and she returned her gaze to the cowering form of the nurse.&nbsp; She jolted against the bindings that held her down, they held her fast but the sudden movement sent the nurse staggering back.&nbsp; Jessica smiled… bearing her teeth still glistening richly with the slick paint of fresh blood…<br><br>“Don’t… fucking touch my sister…. Bitch….” She slumped back into the chair, her wild eyed stare burning against the wretch before her…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 18:59:15</strong>
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				Far down the corridor, a pipe wrench jutted from a fusebox, while a man in a white coat slumped near the circut breaker, still cackling a bit from the life threatening jolt he gave himself.&nbsp; He was an authoritative looking grey haired man, and his ID card on his coat had been ripped in half.&nbsp; "Gunther!&nbsp; Gunther!"&nbsp; The man yelled, his voice filled with concern as he sat in a heap, backing against the wall as he slowly pushed himself up.&nbsp; "Oh my God!&nbsp; What did you do to youself Gunther?!"&nbsp; He began to sob a bit as he slowly rose to his feet, his mouth contorted into a strange smile.&nbsp; "I broke the monsters.&nbsp; Doctor."&nbsp; He seemed to whisper, as he finally gave up the support of the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>The white coated man took a step forward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.&nbsp; His bare right foot got itself into his pooling blood, pulling a stain across the cold cement floor as he simultaneously cackled and teared up.&nbsp; "You need to take your medicine buddy.&nbsp; Here's a couple of pills."&nbsp; The figure reached into his pocket and scooped up a half dozen pills, ramming them down his throat with ease.&nbsp; The drugs began to surge through his system as Dr. Gunther Trismagustus moved to deal with his next patient, cackling a bit as he walked out into the white corridor.&nbsp; <br><br>Six months earlier, he had been a stage hypnotist, performing in lounges and having a good time.&nbsp; Five months earlier, he was a gibbering wreck at night, unable to sleep for fear of the nightmares that would surely claim him.&nbsp; Four months earlier, his act had collapsed, and he began taking every prescription he could get his hands on to alleviate the pain.&nbsp; Three months ago, he drugged his ex girlfriend and tied her to the bed, ravaging her with a pair of alligator clips attached to a car battery.&nbsp; He told her he was sorry though.&nbsp; Or at least he thought that was what he said while he was hitting her in the kidneys with a shovel.&nbsp; It all became a bit of a blur after he OD ed on tranquilizers.&nbsp; At any rate, it had been a productive 80 days, and he was just back to helping people.&nbsp; He smiled as he continued to stain his coat, leaving a trail of blood as he walked towards the patients he had bound in the east wing.
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				Title: <strong>Jessica</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 19:19:34</strong>
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				As the blood poured down her forearm, Julia screamed in bloody terror.<br><br>She had dealt with violent patients before, but never had one attacked her so gruesomely. The bright red fluid dripped off and pooled around her feet as she huddled by the door. Seeing her crimson life's blood running down the chin of..what was the patient's name? Jessica?....she felt her gorge rise over the lump of fear in her throat. Shaking so hard that she was practically spasming, Julia slowly made her way over to the silver tray of instruments. She took a bit of soft gauze linen and soaked it in 70% Isopropyl alcohol. She gritted her teeth with a sharp intake of breath as she cleansed the still-seeping wound. By the time she finished, the previously pristine white gauze was soaked in various shades of red-- darkest in the center, and lighter as it radiated outwards.<br><br>Still nervous about the crazed woman watching her from the center of the room, Julia bandaged her arm. As she did so, her fear slowly turned to anger. She had been careless, true, but the <em>perra loca </em> was bound. As long as she was careful from now on, she should be able to handle her. Her anger fueled her, and dark thoughts began to take shape in the nether regions of her mind. Being locked away with so many psychopaths took it's toll on a person's mind, almost as if the very air was permeated with lunacy that had slowly seeped through the cracks of Jula's sanity, tainting the healthy brain within.<br><br>Pushing her supply cart behind the bound patient, Julia made sure that Jessica could see that she was preparing a fresh cloth to clean her with. She disappeared behind her, out of the patient's sight as she whispered soothingly- <span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">"<strong>Hush now, honey. I'm sorry..I didn't mean to make your sister uncomfortable. I'm a nurse after all. I'd never do anything to hurt my patients..."</strong> </span><br>Grabbing the ball of gauze she had used to clean her arm, Julia wrapped the fingers of her other hand in the leather-bound woman's dirty black hair. Yanking Jessica's head back forcefully, she brought her ear up to her lips. Lipstick like dark red wine smeared across her ear where Julia's plump lips met her flesh as she whispered "<span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font"> <strong>...but I suppose I could make an exception for you </strong> </span>". As those last five words left her lips, her voice rose in volume and took an a ferocious edge as she violently pushed the soiled gauze into Jessica's mouth. Blood and rubbing alcohol leaked from her mouth and dribbled down her chin, washing away the line of saliva that had been drying there. <br><br>Julia quickly withdrew her hand and sprung backwards before the crazed woman could bring her teeth together onto the fingers that had stuffed the sodden wad of gauze into her mouth. <br><span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">"<strong>Does it taste as good as my arm did, darling?" </strong> </span> she asked sweetly, before her face took on a hard, vicious look once more. <span style="font-family: Calibri;" class="bbc_font">"<strong>That should teach you not to bite the people that take care of you! We're here to help. Take it out on the doctors if you feel so bad, but don't you <em>ever</em> do that to me again</strong>."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Requiem's Pride</strong> on <strong>30-05-2008, 20:07:52</strong>
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				It started with the ASPCA getting a call about a multitude of cats in one of the country houses by the mailman. He also noticed that the mail, though very scarce, indeed, was no longer being taken out of the mailbox.<br><br>They did not hesitate in jumping into action. The house smelled of the heavy odour of aged cat urine and they could not move without having amber or green eyes staring at their every move. In the living room alone, they managed to get thirty into cages and animal crates. Various ages, sizes and colours. God knows how many different litters and parents they had.<br><br>“Holy Christ!” A man cried from upstairs. Hissing, mewing and the like followed him as he called something that had nothing to do with cat scratches. 911.<br><br>Four hours after they arrived, they had counted 116 cats and kittens from the massive house and it took them quite awhile to get the biggest: Tila-Rose had pinned herself back into a hole in the attic, her thin body pressed just out of reach of the arms. She snarled and spat at the paramedics and when they actually got a hold of her, she writhed and twisted like the best of frantic cats. <br><br>Seventeen stitches later, and she was subdued.<br><br>Her long mane of black hair was tangled, knotted and, as they scrubbed at in the medical ward, infested with fleas and ticks. It was an old country house and the creatures latched onto all of the cats and kittens as well as the naked girl. She was actually quite calm until they tried to remove the belt around her naked waist, trying to get her fully clean. The belt was attached to a white Halloween cat’s tail and a pair of matching ears were knotted in the tresses.<br><br>It took then quite awhile to scrub the girl, who was smeared with the stale smell of urine, feces and that tart cat scent. They had her drugged so they could remove the tail and ears and they ended up cutting a great deal of her hair due to the shape it was in. Twelve ticks were removed from her head and pubic hair and in hopes of cleaning the wounds and bites, they shaved her body for her, offering relief from the creatures they could not get out.<br><br>Clean, sedated and offered a number of shots to keep from infection from the ticks and living arrangements, Tila was permitted to keep the cleaned ears and tail—it was the only way that she did not snap—and dressed for the first time in ears.<br><br>The doctors were not looking forward to the therapy on that one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowz</strong> on <strong>01-06-2008, 17:48:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>… the terrified screaming all around her… <br>the last faint flicker of light from her sisters eyes as she pulled herself back to her feet, catching a reflection of her gaze mirrored the slick red sheen of the knife she held out before her face… the blood trickling from the metal and running down her hand before gentle pattering against the cold floor of the church… <br>Jessica looked upwards…</em></div><br>Her eyes burned intently as the slick taste of blood filled her mouth…she smiled and as she did so a thick ooze of crimson mixed with spittle pooled from the side of her lopsided grin and trickled across the naked swell of her breast… gently flowing around the contours of her soft femininity and pooling on her thigh…<br><br>She watched intently… silently… as the nurse, Julia, began to clean her wound with trembling fingers and a rapidly bloodied gauze… watching… waiting… her eyes following every slight movement and scrutinising it with a perverse clarity.&nbsp; She continued to watch, unblinkingly, as she disappeared behind her with the trolley.&nbsp; Jessica felt her ears prick as she strained to hear every sound she made.<br><br><div align="center"><em>… My sister… how dare you speak of my sister… you have no right…</em><br></div><br>She felt a flicker run through her, images flashed in her mind… images that were suddenly torn from her head as a tight pain wrapped about her skull as her head was lynched backwards… her eyes glowered with a particular madness as she whisper like a lover to her ear, but her voice laced with nothing but threats.&nbsp; Jessica felt the tick blood pool at the back of her throat and she swallowed it down, feeling it course through her body.&nbsp; The sudden speed of movement from the nurse took her be some small surprise… not that she was in a position to resist to any great extent, the bindings holing her firm in the seat…<br><br>She gagged as the texture of the gauze and the combined slick of blood and burning fire of the liquid it was soaked in sliced through her senses, coursing across her cuts and setting a fire in her flesh… Jessica tried to lunge for her but was hopelessly restrained… she couldn’t answer even if she wanted to; the clouded haze of her mind had fallen deeply across her and all she wanted to do was lash out… she tried to rock her self free of her bindings… vainly trying to pull herself free before slumping back into the chair and screaming out… her cry nothing but a pained muffled gurgle as she fought against the impromptu gag.&nbsp; With a shiver of her body she slumped back against the chair… her gaze glaring forwards…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>02-06-2008, 01:08:42</strong>
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				Julia sneered into the glaring face that Jessica presented her with. She felt a sickening sense of elation coursing through her veins, sending tingling sensations all across her skin. <br><br>It was the feeling of power. Pure, unbridled power. For far too long, Julia had taken the abuse of the patients and the mistreatment from the doctors, but no more. No, from now on, she would pay back every slight in kind. <br><br>Still invigorated by the black mood that had fallen over her, she danced lightly over to the cart behind Jessica. Out of sight again, she realized that she could do whatever in the hell she pleased to this poor girl. The thought caused a slow, sinister grin to spread over her tanned brown face. <br><br>As the grin grew, her formerly solid sanity began to fade. This place eventually tainted everyone within it. Though she did not realize it yet, the time for Julia's first taste of the thick, bittersweet ambrosia of madness had finally come. Her psychological walls were strong and firmly-rooted, so this episode would not last long; however, it would last long enough to set the stage for her next lapse of reason. Here was the moment of her fall from grace, her proverbial paradise lost at last.<br><br>Fueled by the unholy fire within her, a savage shout erupted from deep within Julia's throat as she stepped back and kicked forward. Her unremarkable brown shoe slammed into Jessica's side and pressed into her soft flesh with enough force to knock her over onto the ground, chair and all. The sharp sound of steel ringing against stone pierced the air as the chair clanged onto the floor. Her heart was beating so hard that the pulse pounding in her ears drowned out the muffled sound of flesh impacting stone.&nbsp; Seeing the bleeding, naked woman lying bound and prone on her side only served to heighten Julia's euphoric sense of power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadowz</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 19:49:44</strong>
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				The room spun about as the sharp pain flooded her side, this was coupled with a cry that seemed to eminate from the lips of a banshee as the chair spilled to the side.&nbsp; Instinct took over as her body attempted to brace itself uselessly against the impact.&nbsp; Her fingers flickered against the bond that strapped them to the arm as the chair suddenly tipped to the side, her little finger came to rest against the edge of the steel arm just a moment before the chair connected against the cold floor... There was a sickening crunch that seemed to echo from the walls as the weight of her own body sharply compressed the flesh and bone, her cries were deeply muffled and&nbsp; as the pain speared through the haze that clouded her mind... she rocked her head back into the back of the chair, catching it against the steel back and driving more pain through her skull, tapping it sharply in an attempt to dull the pain coursing through her arm...<br><br>Jessica tried to turn her head towards the shadowed figure that stood over her, even in this tepid half light she could see the glint of madness, a look she recognised... a look she had seen herself on that day as she stood over her sister... the wetness in her eyes matching the slick crimson wetness that trickled from the blade and gently pattered onto her pale flesh like the first spots of summer rain... a madness that coursed in the dimming light of her sisters eyes as she exhaulted in her demise.<br><br>As she maneuvered the bloodied digit from beneath the arm of the chair she felt something rub against her wrist, she froze for a moment... the strapping that had held her so tightly now seemed to have become dislodged in the fall and subsequent impact.&nbsp; A thin grin would have coursed across her lips but for the fetid gag that braced her lips and the dryness it had caused in her mouth.&nbsp; She flicked her eyes across and caught sight of the stark figure presented by Julia, she could still smell the delectible tang of blood from her arm...<br><br>She flexed her forearm a little, hidden by the darkness and the fallen position of her own body she was able to pull her wrist from the binding, the leather strapping buring the skin of her hand as she pulled it free and leaving a deep red kiss on her pale flesh...<br><br>Her eyes flickered with the madness that ebbed and flowed within her... watching... waiting for her to draw closer...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paradox</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 01:40:23</strong>
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				Julia &amp; Jessica have been moved to {Ex} Lake Heart Asylum- Third Floor Examination/Treatment Rooms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=16963.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 15:50:51</strong>
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				Anne strained against the bonds holding her hands as the biker continually raped her from behind. Her legs were bound to the floor as well and she could not run. Facing her was her lover Shelby, her poor little body being raped in a similar fashion to Anne's, hot tears flowed down her cheeks yet she did not scream. Shelby's face swollen and puffy from where they had beat her, both eyes blackened to the point where she could barely see, yet those beautiful brown eyes to manage to find Anne's and the look of despair glistened inside of them. The men continued to rape and beat both women until Shelby finally screamed so loud that it could only be the last sound of defiance before death, she screamed "I love you Anne..." and then she died shuttering as the blood poured from her ravaged body. <br><br>The men released her dead form and laughed as they walked over to Anne, pulling her head back by the long dark locks of her hair. "See that missy, if you don't play nice it will be you dying next. And you wont have anyone to say I love you too....boo..hooo..." the grizzled man Jim cackled at her. Anne's blue eyes blinked as her own cuts bled into them. "Yes sir..." she whispered...as he laughed and released her head.<br><br>"What was that?" Jim questioned "I think she just caved boys....lets get her cleaned up a bit shall we, she is beginning to look a little raw for my tastes." They lowered her shackled hands and released the short chain between the leather shackles from the longer chain holding her body taut, the bonds holding her feet were released as well. Anne smiled "Your mistake...." it was then that she let the beast loose, Shelby wasn't there anymore to soothe it, so fuck it. Whirling around like a born nightmare she balled her shackled hands together and brought them hard against Jim's face breaking his jaw. His companions did not fare much better,kneeing her would be ass raper in the balls hard she brought those shackled hands down hard on the back of his head, she wasn't sure she if it cracked but he wouldn't be getting up for a while. <br><br>Laughing maniacally she ran after the other one, looping the short chain around his throat and bringing him against her 5'10" muscular frame, her breasts pressing against his back she whispered in his ear as she brought the chain tighter around his gullet. "What's wrong honey, don't you like me?!" she licked his ear before ripping it off with her teeth. The blood filling her mouth adding fuel to her fire of hate. She pulled her chained wrists together hard hearing the man's larynx crunch under the metal. Dropping him like a dead weight she turned and picked up Shelby's body, holding it close to her she whispered softly. "I will kill them all baby..I promise...all of them. One way....or another." Kissing her dead girlfriends lips she lay her back down and walked away from the carnage, it was only the beginning. <br><br>Anne Marie Jenkins spent her days chasing every member of that gang down, torturing them with her beatings. She didn't want to shoot them, she wanted to take lives with her own bare hands. After that it didn't matter who it was, all they had to do was look at her and the bodies began to pile up, male and female both, they fell to her beating hands. And that was the way of it, beating one person after another, some to death till a high and mighty state trooper shot her in the back with a taser. It was during a rather brutal beating after she had knocked the biker off his motorcycle with&nbsp; a metal fence post, the biker was already dead but she just would not stop when the officer told her to freeze. Taking her in, she fought every police officer that touched her. Jaws were broken, eyes were blackened, in some cases they couldn't talk for she had shattered their voice box with her fingers alone. <br><br>In court ,the judge found her guilty by reason of insanity and packed her off to a state mental hospital for the criminally insane. Even there, the orderlies had to keep her drugged to prevent her from beating the other inmates to death. They kept upping the dosages but nothing seemed to quell the rage inside of her, every time she got loose another doctor, orderly or nurse was severely injured. That is when they decided to transfer her to Lake Heart, because the danger was just too great to keep her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: {ex} Lake Heart Prologues</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Happy an Nice</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 05:41:21</strong>
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				Greta Habner- MS, Sc.D.<br><br>Education<br><br>2005 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Graduation summa cum laude Dr. rer. nat. (Doctor of Science, Sc.D.),<br>University of Graz, Austria<br><br><br>Title of doctoral thesis: “Expertise, social accomodation, and neural efficiency in borderline personality disorder (BPD), psychosis, gender confusion and psychosexual disorders. A psychometric, behavioural, and neurophysiological investigation”<br><br>2002-2005 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Doctoral studies of Psychology (University of Graz, Austria)<br>Main subject: Neuronal bases of individual differences in cognitive aptitude, gender orientation and social functional abilities: clinical scoring versus self assessment - A Gaps Analysis of Presentation in Light of Perception.<br><br>2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Diploma in Psychology; Graduation summa cum laude Mag. rer. nat.<br>(Master of Science, M.Sc.), University of Graz, Austria<br><br>Title of diploma thesis: “Social function, Conditioning, and cortical activation“<br><br>2000-04 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Studies of Psychology (University of Graz, Austria)<br><br>1994 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Commercial college diploma (Bundeshandelsakademie Feldbach, Austria) <br><br>Professional experience<br><br>since 2007 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Postgraduate researcher and lecturer (full-time) at the Section “Research on Learning and Conditioning: The Use of Noxious Stimuli as Deterrent in Psychotic Spectrums and Gender Role Dysphoria” (Head: Prof. Dr. E. Stern), Institute for Behavioral Sciences, ETH Zürich<br><br>2006-2007 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Postgraduate researcher (half-time) at the Division of Neuroradiology (Head: Prof. Dr. F. Ebner), Medical University of Graz, Austria, in the research project “Investigation of successful conditioning by means of fMRI”, funded by the “Land Steiermark” and<br><br>postgraduate researcher (half-time) at the Section of Applied Neuropsychology (Head: Prof. Dr. C. Neuper), University of Graz, Austria, in the EU research project “Eye-to-IT: Development of Human-Computer Monitoring and Feedback Systems for the Purposes of Studying Cognition, Sensory Perception and Adaptation with Application of Token Economy, Punishment and Reward Systems”<br><br>2002-2007 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lecturer at the Institute of Psychology, University of Graz, Austria<br><br>Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) Potentiation of Phosphene Induction<br><br>Psychosexual Manifestations of Personality Disorder<br><br>Application of Electroshock Therapy (EST) in Conditioning and Behavior Extinguishment and Extinction<br><br><br>STUDIA PSYCHOLOGICA<br>Fellow, Austrian Association of Professional Psychologists 2003 - Current<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;providing contributions to the understanding of cognitive processes which are used in the everyday functioning of human beings. This includes studies on the acquisition and use of knowledge about the world by human beings, the nature of such knowledge, and the relationship between knowledge, behavior and personality conceived as an agent in his/her environment. Phenomenological and epistemological approach to orientation and exploration.<br><br>Publications, Editorial Appointments, Lectures, Presentations and Teaching Experience found in addendum<br><br>Quarterly Contributor: International Journal for Research and Theory in Psychological Sciences<br><br>Edited by Institute of Experimental Psychology, Slovak Academy of Sciences, Bratislava, Slovak Republic<br><br>Greta recalled her arrival at Lake Heart. That night had been a rainy night. Tonight, as the storm approached, she recalled a similar night two years before. Before so much had happened.<br><br>Greta took the post at Lake Heart Asylum to do real work. She was tired of the Academic circle; it was dry and oppressive. She knew her professional resume, a curriculum vitae in the science world, would show that under light scrutiny. She struggled to keep most of her positions for more than a year. At the age of 34, that sort of job moving did not look good. In academics it would pass easier than the clinical world. She was going to have to stick it out here.<br><br>She was excited she was going to spend some time with real clinical cases. She looked forward to testing and applying some of her more controversial methods at the Asylum. It was off the map far enough that she could expect some latitude in her methodological approaches. As an independent facility, she intended to do her work without the approval of the Review Boards that examined the ethics and procedures of scientific research. Hell, she figured she was free enough that she wouldn’t even need to report to the Animal Care and Use Committees (IACUC).<br><br>When she pulled in front of the building, she pushed her pencil into the knot that held her thick blonde hair restrained. She took her bag from the cab and paid the driver. Her laboratory equipment and other boxes would be delivered by a courier service in the morning. She hurried into the building, eying the approaching storm. She stepped inside just as the first heavy splatters of rain began to fall. That storm looked like it was going to be a bad one. She entered the foyer and called "Doctor Ignatius?"<br><br>
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