The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:14:10</strong>
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				This is the main thread of the Rosanam Sanitarium.<br><br>Map of the First floor:<br>http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256494182/1/tumblr_lkssxybFND1qi47sx (http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256494182/1/tumblr_lkssxybFND1qi47sx)<br>Map of the Second Floor:<br>http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256527804/1/tumblr_lksszybRGW1qi47sx (http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256527804/1/tumblr_lksszybRGW1qi47sx)<br>Map of the Basement:<br>http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256536464/1/tumblr_lkst0hOF7D1qi47sx (http://swordsman18.tumblr.com/photo/1280/5256536464/1/tumblr_lkst0hOF7D1qi47sx)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:20:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Rules for When Posting in This Thread:</strong><br><br>This is for interactions amongst everyone in the thread. This is when people are not just in the rooms and are walking around the halls/ in groups/ or being brought somewhere. When people decide to go to the room of their choice - such as the Patient Rooms, they are to make a reference to that room and put in the link so that their play can be followed to keep up with the storyline. It will cause less confusion and make it easier for people to figure out where everyone is. For example - If Alena was going to Alex's office, the post would have a link to his office. Be sure to do this for the <em>initial</em> post such as entering the room. And also, make a reference link to the main thread if your character is rejoining it. Such as - Aishling was leaving her room and entering the hall, there would be a link to this thread. I hope that clears things up. Enjoy playing the game! <br><br>Thank you.<br><br>-Hahvy</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 08:12:56</strong>
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				From Room 2 - http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0)<br><br>Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) wandered her way out from her room, followed close behind by Phillip Regere, one of the staff members.&nbsp; "So," he asked her as they walked, "I read through the file about the incident with the vehicle-"<br><br>Cynthia winced.&nbsp; Of course he had, and of course it all looked so terrible.&nbsp; She still felt so guilty about all that but still hadn't even gotten to apologize to the young man whose car it had been.<br><br>Phillip noticed her emotional outburst, even silent as it was.&nbsp; He slipped a pen from his shirt pocket, clicked it open and jotted down a note upon her file.&nbsp; "Ms. Peregris, perhaps you'd like to give me your side of events?"&nbsp; His tone was banal and professional; she doubted he even cared, but somehow she couldn't fault him for that.&nbsp; He was only doing his job, and how many people did he have to speak with every day?&nbsp; No one had a heart big enough to encompass everyone in the whole world, as her dad had often told her.<br><br>"Well, I thought the car was mine," she started to explain, wherein he jotted another note down.&nbsp; "What I mean is, I grabbed the wrong set of keys out of the box from the party."&nbsp; Her voice was starting to raise ever so slightly, getting worried the more he made those little marks on her file.&nbsp; What was he writing?&nbsp; Why wasn't he saying anything?<br><br>"A college party, I presume?" he finally asked, relieving her to hear him speak until the actual words sank in.&nbsp; "Was there drinking?"<br><br>"Well, yes..." she admitted hesitantly, to the tune of more and more scribbles upon the file.&nbsp; "I hadn't been drinking, though!&nbsp; All I had was one Dr. Pepper and I wanted to head home afterwards; I was getting tired."<br><br>He really didn't seem to believe her but he just kept on writing.&nbsp; He was really starting to hurt her feelings.&nbsp; Why didn't he talk to her?&nbsp; Why did he just make her go on and on, trying to explain things that only made her sound worse and worse?&nbsp; It was really starting to get frustrating.&nbsp; "I just fell asleep at the wheel, and when I woke up, I had no idea who the man was who was grabbing at me and pulling me off somewhere.&nbsp; I was so frightened."<br><br>"Ms. Peregris," he responded coolly, stopping his walk.&nbsp; She stopped as well, worried now.&nbsp; "I think you're getting upset.&nbsp; Perhaps it would be best if I took you back to your room now."<br><br>"No, I..."&nbsp; Her mouth opened in fright and denial, but as she looked back to him, she realized he was right.&nbsp; Why was she acting like this?&nbsp; Why was she so afraid?&nbsp; This was her own fault if he was only concerned about her and she was flipping out.&nbsp; "Yeah, ok," she responded meekly, giving a faint nod of her head.&nbsp; "I'm sorry."<br><br>He didn't really respond, just starting to walk back with her in the other direction, moving back towards her room again before they'd even gotten to his office.&nbsp; Was there really something wrong with her?&nbsp; Why was she acting like this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 08:59:29</strong>
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				Yuna (http://cfile8.uf.tistory.com/image/201C7D324C833AE4BF05EA) loved staying in her room for most part of it. But today, however, she felt bored of the little room she shared with Stella, and thought a bit of fresh air might do her good. Albeit the fresh air would have to be breathed in under restraints, and under the supervision of an orderly. <br><br>She felt weird, walking with her biceps cuffed together &nbsp;(http://fl2.shopmania.org/files/images/6045/strict-leather-bicep-arm-binders~6044557.jpg) like this, but given everything else she had gone through, it wasn't too bad. At least she could still move her hands, and her feet weren't cuffed together. By her side was Alice, a blonde nurse with bright red lipstick. Yuna tried not to look at her lips; they were too much like the colour of blood. And it wouldn't be good to attack the nurse now, would it? Keeping her eyes to the floor, she just kept walking silently.<br><br>Two pairs of feet came into Yuna's view. She chanced a glance upwards, and took a faltering step backwards. She hadn't expected to meet anyone outside!<br><br>"H-H-Hello..." she stammered, immediately regretting her words. Why, oh why, had she not kept her mouth shut and kept walking?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 10:29:02</strong>
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				Alexander walked into the main halls of his facility. The light was shining through the barred windows coming into the halls. His shiny black dress shoes were making a slight slicking sound across the aqua colored linoleum floor. He looked down the long hallway as he headed toward the patient rooms. He heard movement ahead of him and then saw Yuna and came closer to her. He wondered if she was going to say anything to him and when she did he was quite surprised. But he took a mental note of her reaction to him.<br><br>Alex also took note of the nurse that he saw for a moment. The red lipstick was a problem for the patient especially because of the love of blood that Yuna had. He gave the look to the nurse and raised one eyebrow to her. The nurse stopped dead in her tracks as she knew that look meant that she was doing a bad thing. Alex raised his hands to his lips, running a finger along them to tell her exactly what he wanted without speaking a word. This was the power Alex had when he was staring down a poor nurse that had screwed up. They knew that if it came to the point where he was going to have to use his words then she was going to definitely be in trouble.<br><br>"Hello Yuna, how would you like to walk with me for a bit? Alice needs to go handle something. Don't you Alice?" he said as he gave Yuna a glowing smile with the upturn of his lips where he showed just a little of his teeth. And as he finished talking he looked over to Alice with no emotion in his face as the smile died. Alice knew she had screwed up and looked over to Yuna and then back at Alex. She had definitely screwed up.<br><br>"Yes director, I will go take care of that." Alice said sheepishly as she left Alex and Yuna alone in the hall as she looked for the nearest restroom. He heard the clicks of her shoes make it around the corner before he looked at Yuna again. His eyes found hers rather quickly and he was looking deep into them, trying to see if there was any sign that she would back down from this kind of personal connection. He expected her to, but she could surprise him.<br><br>However, he broke the silence and intense staring rather quickly with his voice. "Yuna, I don't believe we have been properly introduced. I am Dr. Alexander Radovich, the co-director of this lovely facility. It is a pleasure to meet you, Yuna. I hope that your stay here so far has been ideal." he spoke in a very calm voice to Yuna now. He was making sure to sound as pleasant and soothing as needed to get a positive response from her. He moved his hands really close to hers so that she could shake it if she liked even with the bicep cuffs on. All of this was a part of a test of how far into her personal space could he go before she withdrew. Each of his moves was calculated to test her, to test just how far she would let him in, or how far he still had yet to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 10:50:36</strong>
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				Yuna's heart sank when the pair of black shoes stopped moving at her voice. Now she wished she hadn't left her room at all! She kept her eyes down for a moment longer, hoping the pair of shoes will simply move on, but it did not. Instead, its owner spoke up, addressing her in a gentle voice. Yuna lifted her head a little and glanced upwards, just for a fraction of a second. The next moment, her eyes were pointed back onto the ground.<br><br>She heard Alice speak, then turn, her heels clicking away. Yuna wanted to cry out, to beg her not to go. But no sound escaped her lips, and the clicking gradually faded into silence once more. Now Yuna was alone with this strange man... She felt vunerable, having lost what little protection Alice had offered. For though the nurse loved to wear red lipstick, she was one of the few people at Rosanam whom Yuna felt closer too. At least Alice was sweet and understanding. This man...was a mystery to Yuna. <br><br>She became aware that the man who had addressed her was trying to look into her eyes. Chancing another upward glance, her dark eyes locked onto his grey ones, and she found herself being mesmerized by them. <br><br>"G-good evening, Dr. Radovich," she muttered, giving a deep bow that made the loose white gown that was standard issue at the facility fall open slightly. Bowing was what she was more accustomed to, given her Japanese heritage. Besides, bowing required no physical contact, and which was very much what she wanted to avoid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 11:13:03</strong>
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				When she bowed he knew that is was part of her custom but he wondered just what was the reason she had chosen to do it at this point in time. He withdrew his hand and placed it to his side. He felt into his white looking lab coat. In the pocket he was reaching into he had an assortment of things, some were neatly rolled up syringes but the thing he was looking for was the little candies he had stored in his pocket to give to patients when they pleased him or when he felt that they would serve a purpose to give it to them. Here was a purpose that he could have it serve.<br><br>He nodded to Yuna as he pulled a red, cherry flavored Jolly Rancher from his pocket. He held it in his fist for a moment before he tried looking her in the eyes again after the nod. He wanted her to feel a connection to him. A connection for which to forge anything else that he hoped to accomplish with her. Yuna was a very complicated girl with a complicated problem but Alex felt that he could fix her just like he had all of his countless other patients before. Though he had not used the exact same methods that he had used on them, the goal was still the same. To help Yuna find a place in this world where she would be happy and satisfied. Of course this would involve her having a master to fulfill her desires as well as her serve his. A much different ending than he had planned for any of his other patients before the reopening of Rosanam. He held the red Jolly Rancher out to her, as he smiled at her again.<br><br>"Do you want it, Yuna?" he asked her as he held it still in his hands showing her that it was just a candy and not some trick he was trying to play on her. He waited for her response before he continued to do anything else with her. The one thing he knew that she probably didn't was that he was that there was no way for her to accept the candy and then to actually put it in her mouth without him doing it for since her arms could not properly raise due to the bicep cuffs. This meant that Alex was going to have to be the one to unwrap the candy and place it in Yuna's mouth. An activity that took physical contact as well as trust between the two individuals. On his part it would be to trust her enough that when he got his hands close to her face that she would not bite him. And on hers would most likely be the thing she had denied him so far, the fact that he was going to have to touch her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 00:27:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">While Alex and Yuna were having their first meeting, Alena was walking down the halls to get down to the basement. The orderlies and nurses nodded to her, some giving her special little smiles. She enjoyed those secretive smiles that said they wanted her in their beds. It was always an interesting feeling to hold such responses and power over people. It was intoxicating all on its own. She couldn't help but smile. As she turned down the hallway that led to the basement. The alarms starting going off and she saw the orderlies carrying an injured man down the hall. Fucking idiots. She paused in her trip downstairs by looking down the hall. Patient number six and eleven were both in the hall. Number six aka Piper Jergens was pinned down the floor, meaning Danni was out to play and was being sedated as she watched. Aishling Macabre - patient number eleven- was leaning back against the door and holding her throat and chest. She was having a panic attack and the stupid orderly was yelling at her. She was going to need to be sedated at this rate if she started screaming. She was very close to doing so, especially with the man in her face. With an aggravated sigh, she called down the hall, not exactly raising her voice but her voice did carry. And it was powerful.<br><br>"Calm down patient eleven and get the situation under goddamn control. Are we clear?" She didn't wait for a response as the alarms kept going off and she saw Alex out of the corner of her eye. He was with patient number number twelve aka Yuna Aikawa. With the blood that was on the floor, there was going to be a huge issue. Goddamnit, their staff was fucking useless! But none of her aggravation showed on her face as she gave Alex a look meant to grab his attention before slipping down the stairwell. They needed more orderlies and nurses in that hallway and she needed to check the supplies. Swiftly moving down the stairs, she heard the security guards start talking all at once. She entered the glass enclosed office style room and saw the stream of monitors designed for the west acute ward where they were in. She sighed as she grabbed the shoulder of the nearest guard and spoke softly.<br><br>"Send up five nurses and two more orderlies. Get that blood cleaned up now. No excuses." A swift, "yes ma'am" hit her ears and she smiled before she checked the other monitors to see if there were any other problems that needed to be dealt with. So far, it was just those two. She asked to see a replay of the feedback and watched the scene play out. Aishling Macabre had acted out of character. Studying the feed, she watched the change slide over the girl and how even her tone of voice had deepened and changed. It was sensual and alluring and cold. It made Alena's skin tingle. There was someone else in that girl's body just dying to be set free. It did say in her file she was borderline, but this seemed more advanced than they thought. It was a very brief take over- maybe two minutes, but it was enough to put Aishling's body into serious shock. Fuck. Rubbing between her eyes, she decided that Alex could handle this problem for the moment. She needed to get those supplies in order. Exiting the room, she grabbed the log pad and opened up several cabinets and started cataloging what they had, didn't have, and would need. This whole day was already a fucking mess.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 00:45:58</strong>
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				Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) walked quietly along through the area with Mr. Regere the orderly leading the way.&nbsp; They were heading back to her room, with him leading the way, but she didn't really know what to say.&nbsp; It seemed like everything she said just made him give one of those stern looks and jot something down in her chart.&nbsp; He wasn't writing anything now, though, so maybe if she was just good and quiet, everything she'd messed up on would be forgiven.<br><br>She was almost inside and Mr. Regere was opening the doors for her when the scuffle started in one of the nearby rooms.&nbsp; Alarms sounded and staff members rushed around, yelling various commands that she couldn't fully make out over the loud klaxon.&nbsp; Cynthia rushed back to pin herself against the wall and make room as several of them carried someone out from the adjacent room.&nbsp; "What's going on?" she asked in trepidation, hoping everything was alright but wanting to help if she could.<br><br>"Nothing for you to worry about, Ms. Peregris."&nbsp; The orderly gave her one of those empty smiles that he seemed to have in abundance, perhaps all that was left after years of handing out genuine warmth that fell on frustration and tears.&nbsp; He opened up the doors to let her back inside.&nbsp; "In you go, then," he said quickly but sternly, wanting to help with the more pressing task at hand.<br><br>Cynthia nodded and slipped her way through, making sure not to get in anyone's way as she went.&nbsp; They didn't really trust her yet, and she supposed that that was her own fault.&nbsp; She managed to get out a soft wave just before the doors closed on her, barring and locking once again.<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:19:32</strong>
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				Dureke had just walked out of the stairwell just in time to hear a women shouting orders from the stairwell at the other end of the hall. He could not make out everything she was saying but he got the idea of what was going on. After a quick glance around he started down the hall towards the group of orderlies. He rolled up the sleeves of his plain white shirt up to his elbows.<br><br>When he got to room 1 he stopped between the orderly and Aishling. "Go and help clean up this mess, I will deal with the patient." Without waiting for a reply he turned around and walked up to Aishling. "Just calm down and try to breath. Forget about everyone else and just try to stay calm Aishling." He kept his hands but drummed his fingers on his leg since he could not get the coin out of his pocket at the moment. "Maybe we should sit down inside your room and leave everyone out here to clean up." He gave her a soft smile that even though it did not reach his eyes it still had some warmth in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:42:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Twice now someone chose her hair as a means to get her attention, the hard yank wrenching her head back and taking a chunk of flesh that was caught in her teeth with a sickening tearing sound and howl from the orderly. What registered in her mind was that the girl, her roommate, stood there with fingers curled tight into her thick hair, those words so totally unlike the bratty tone earlier. And then the change, the sudden backing away and screaming.<br><br>And they thought she was insane? Seriously? The alarms screeching through the hallways was enough to make her already hurting head pound all the worse and she had just enough time to spit out the flesh and blood before her small body was tackled off the fallen orderly and slammed into the hard floor. It was enough to knock the air out of her lungs and send pain radiating up her arms into her shoulders, eyes blinking and watering.<br><br>She went still as the sudden spread of warmth under her and that sensation of relief from an overfull bladder being released, blood smeared cheeks staining a bright red in embarrassment. All that mattered in that moment was the assholes were no different than that cunt of a woman who had called herself mother. Something as simple as getting a name right and basic needs fulfilled couldn’t be done by one stupid fucking person!<br><br>The sting of a needle jamming into her flank had her flinching, that rush of heat muscles warning her what was coming and the sad thing was, there was nothing -she- could do to protect Piper or Mona. A breath was sucked in painfully before blood was spit out of her mouth, that blasted sensation of her legs going numb spreading up to her hips and abdomen fair too quickly. Her head lowered, cheek resting against the cool floor, the whole world going hazy while her eyes blinked slowly.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:53:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">This whole situation was crazy. When the hell had she gotten off the bed? When had she made it over here? Why had that crazy woman's hair been in her hand? She didn't know and some little voice in her head told her calm down. But how could she? She couldn't do it. Her eyes kept blinking, vision changing from one point to another, taking too much in all at once. Her brain was getting overloaded from the stimulus and the orderly screaming in her face made her throat close up tighter. She couldn't breathe! She was choking! <em>Take a breath, sweet heart. You're killing us.</em> Malik. But she couldn't pay attention to that. Malik was dead. She just wished it was him. She was crazy and she knew it, but this - this situation was fucking insane! And then the orderly was gone and one of the doctors was standing before her and telling her to calm down and forget about the situation for a moment. For them to go into her room. But there was blood all over the floor. So much blood! Like the accident- the accident!<br><br>"Can't....b-breathe..."<br><br>She could barely get the words out, her already pale skin looking pasty as she started hyperventilating. Her body was shaking but numb. Her lungs were aching and her throat was closing up. She felt like she was going to pass out at this rate and she tried to calm down and just focus on the doctor, but her vision swam a moment until she blinked it clear. Why was she here? Why had her parents left her here?! Her body was sluggish in movement as she clutched at the fabric of the doctor's shirt and felt her vision dim a moment before she took a deep breath and whispered in a soft voice.<br><br>"Help...can't.."<br><br>The shaking in her body grew stronger as she clutched at him, barely able to keep a grip as she started trying to take in gulps of air. Her body was kicking in its survival instinct and forcing her to breathe in deeper. But all she could smell was blood and - was that piss? Oh god, the smells were filling her nose and overloading her senses. She was gonna crash if she didn't get the fuck out of here. But she could barely move. She felt so helpless. She hated feeling helpless. Tears pooled in her eyes, making them glassy as she tried to get the doctor to help her move away from the madness. She felt so weak. She hated feeling weak. She was not weak, damnit! But here she was, clinging to one of the doctor's because her body wasn't functioning properly. Maybe she needed more help than she thought.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 02:10:58</strong>
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				<strong>Nurses and Orderlies</strong><br><br>The security room sent the call out to even more nurses and orderlies except this time they were to bring cleaning supplies as if they were some kind of janitorial crew. But they all knew why they were the ones chosen for this duty. Alex and Alena instilled it in them, a failure on the part of one of them was a failure of all of them. And they had obviously failed that on the first day since the official sanctioning of the Sanitarium they had already had a siren go off. Someone had gotten hurt. That was all they knew as they marched as a unit into the hallway with their supplies in hand.<br><br>They passed by Alex, who gave them all a look of disappointment as he stood there holding Yuna in his arms as he knew her compulsion to lick all of the blood off the floor was going to arise. He had her in a very strong grip as he held her there, but it was also very reassuring as he had only stopped her from going after the blood, he had not tried to inject her with medication or lift her off the ground so there was no way she even touch the ground. He was just holding her there, his arms wrapped around her stomach and pulling her close to him. He whispered in her ear, "It is alright, I have you. You don't have to go after the blood, you don't have to. How about this Yuna, if you behave like a good girl I will let you have some of my blood?"<br><br>The staff passed by him and started to clean up things with mops that were coated in bleach and ammonia. They were mopping it up as fast and as quickly as they could. The orderly left Aishling alone and helped the other three men, pick the pissy girl off the floor, all of them holding her in some kind of way as they led her back down the hallway towards the door. Alex gave her a sorrowful look as she passed by him. "I am sorry, Ms. Jergens. This will not happen again." he said to her. <br><br>On the other side of the door they walked to the left and led her to the door on the left at the end of that hall. It was the place of hydrotherapy as well as a major showering area. They loosened the straightjacket off of her and exposing the white medical gown underneath. As it came off and was thrown to the floor the other three orderlies held her still. A nurse walked in, knowing that they would in fact need her to be there to watch the girl.<br><br>"Now, you are to take a shower and get cleaned up. Nurse Kelly over here will watch you. But that does not mean that we will not be watching this room like a hawk." the orderly told her as all of the grips on her loosened. They looked her in those dilated eyes of hers, trying to see even if there was some kind of understanding being made. The four men left the room leaving her there in the shower room with the blonde nurse who pulled up a chair and was sitting at the edge of the room, just watching her. They had made sure to take the soiled straight jacket with them as they left.<br><br>"I can undress you if you like but you are more than free to do it yourself." Kelly said as she looked at the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 02:43:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The sensation of heaviness spread throughout her body so that already labored breaths seemed even harder to draw in and Danni felt control slipping, felt that urge to just let go though she knew it was bad. This place was a danger to Piper and Mona!<br><br>It was the stab of pain in her sides when the orderlies lifted her that helped her to keep that control for just a little while longer, her breaths coming in harsh pants as they half carried, half walked her down the hall, her feet dragging and stumbling. She couldn’t let go, couldn’t let Piper or Mona get hurt, not now. Not again. The words from the man holding onto another girl drew near black eyes towards him for the briefest moment, the haze from the drug ruining what would have been a look meant to kill. Instead, it came across as panic for she was slipping away.<br><br>And a worse time for a shift could not have been planned, her eyes blinking in the bright tiled room, the words from the orderlies ringing in her ears while her eyes swung around the room. The metallic taste of blood sat heavy on her tongue, the smell of urine on her body was overwhelming, the pain in her sides left her gasping for shallow breaths. Her head hurt and she could not figure out where she was.<br><br>It was the woman in the scrubs who drew her attention, her head turning slowly to stare at her before those words sank in. “Where am I? Why am I here?!” There was that change in her voice - quiet and low, though the panic was rising. Her eyes dropped down to look at her body, the stain of urine bringing tears to her eyes. <em>Oh gods! I peed myself again… I don’t remember being in the closet…</em><br><br>Slender arms moved to try to hug herself again, the movement creating more pain that she panted through, near numb legs shuffling towards the corner of the open shower room only to slide down to the floor, knees pulling up to her chest. “Where’s my mom? Why isn’t my mom here? Why am I here??”</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 02:55:27</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Shower Room\West Hydrotherapy Room</strong><br><br>She looked at the girl as there was sudden change in expression, in tone of voice, and then those panicked movements. All of it pointed to the signs of a shift in nature. Kelly knew that this was not the same girl who had a violent outbreak just moments ago. This was a different person entirely. And from what Kelly knew of the girl, this had to be Piper. Kelly got up from the chairs she was sitting on and rose up to look at Piper, who was obviously scared and confused. And the words the girl was speaking said to the nurse that she had no idea how she got here or why she was here at all.<br><br>"This is the Rosanam Sanitarium and I am Kelly Sanders. I am a nurse of this facility for which you were brought to work out your problems. We are not here to hurt you, Piper. We are here to help you. Now let's get you all cleaned up so that you can feel better in some clean clothes with a clean body." Kelly said as she held her hand out to Piper. She hoped that Piper would take her hand and let her help Piper to her feet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 03:05:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Confusion. She didn’t remember this place, didn’t know it at all and there was no memory of how she had even gotten here. The more she tried to figure out how she ended up here, the more her head hurt. <em>Stop trying to think Piper. Stop trying to find the memory.</em> The voice floated through drug hazed mind though it did little to calm her down like it usually did.<br><br>Why was she hurt? Why on earth did she taste blood?! And then the words of the nurse sank in and she could only blink. An asylum? Why was she at an asylum? She wasn’t crazy! Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, the approach of the woman drawing that pained whimper from her throat, her words choked. “Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” But where Danni lashed out, Piper sought to curl herself up more, each movement only aggravating her sides, her petite frame seeking to become a ball there in the corner.<br><br>“I want to go home! I want out of here! I’m not crazy!” Not that she had a home per se. She didn’t even know where her mother was now and the room at the dive hotel she had managed to pay for was likely gone now since she had no clue how long it had been since she had been there. “Leave me alone.. I don’t want you here!”<br><br>She was trapped, in a room with a woman she didn’t know, filthy and not in her own clothes. This was the worst situation she had ever woken up to and the panic had her struggling to breathe properly. <em>They’re going to hurt me… they’ve already hurt me! I have to get out of here!</em></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 03:19:58</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Shower Room\West Hydrotherapy Room</strong><br><br>"I am sorry, Piper but this is the way that things have to be. There have been five separate doctors who have declared that you need treatment. So I am sorry but we must treat you. And once you are better we will let you out." Kelly said in a sweet voice. She hated to see a patient curl up and retreat like this. Yet it was the one defense mechanism that all humans seemed to have a lot of the time. And this was something that Kelly was going to have to work with. So she held her pose for a moment before she pulled back and just stood there.<br><br>"I promise I won't touch you Piper. I just want to help you and make sure that you get all clean." Kelly said as she held her ground. She needed to help the patient, it was her job. And she was not going to fail at it like the others had so far today. She wanted Alex or Alena to praise her or even play with her for her good deeds but to do that she needed to make sure she helped this patient. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 03:35:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Did the woman think she didn’t know how to bathe herself? How to make sure she was clean? She didn’t care that the woman sounded friendly and concerned - she had been down that road too many times. There wasn’t one person she could trust, her own mother suddenly vanishing had proved that to her.<br><br>Her head lowered to rest bruised forehead against her knees, her words muffled by tangled locks of hair spilling around her face. “I can bathe myself. I am not stripping till you leave.” It was killing her to sit there in her own urine, not to mention the blood drying tacky against her skin, but she wouldn’t strip with someone else in there. If they knew her so well and had so many doctors saying she needed help then they would know that she did not strip in front of anyone!<br><br>And while she wasn’t aggressive, she was stubborn and she was adamant about not being naked in front of the woman. She didn’t know *why* it was so important she not be naked, she didn’t care why it was so important, all she knew was it wasn’t going to happen while the woman was standing there watching.<br><br>The one concession she would make would be the woman turning a chair to face a corner and stare at the wall, and even that would be hard for her to tolerate which made her loathe to even say it out loud. “You sit in the chair facing the corner and don’t turn your head.” She needed a shower and if she didn’t bathe soon she was going to start panicking fully. She knew it, she could feel it rising up like a wave that would crush her.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 04:24:24</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Shower Room\West Hydrotherapy Room</strong><br><br>"I will sit in the corner then. I know this makes you uncomfortable but I am sorry I have to be here to observe you, Piper. You have been quite violent in the past few days so we need to make sure that you are not a danger to yourself or others." Kelly said as she walked across the floor over to the chair that she had placed to face the shower. She turned it the other way so that it faced the wall. Unlike with Danni, she would not have to worry about getting strangled from behind with Piper though she did have her doubts.<br><br>She sat down in the chair and stared at the wall. her ears ever alert for all of the goings on behind her. She needed to be. If she heard any kind of danger she would not hesitate to run to Piper to save her from whatever she did to herself. Kelly was one of the fastest nurses in the hospital when it came to injuries. She could sew a wound closed in record time. And she had all of her medical needle and thread in her breast pocket of the scrubs that she was wearing. She touched her breast pocket lightly just to feel that they were in fact there. And they were, with their little bit of weight being very reassuring for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 04:54:33</strong>
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				Dureke kept the smile on his face but reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. "It's alright just calm down and we will get you inside your room." He led her into the room and over to her bed. "Just lay down and everything will be fine." As he lowed her onto the edge of the bed and let his arm fall from around her waist he looked around the room and took in the sketch pads, pencils and the nail polish. "Looks like you have a nice collection of nail polish." He crouched down beside the bed and watched her. He was hoping to distract her from what she had seen out in the hall.<br><br>Moving to http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106107.msg4609515#new (http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106107.msg4609515#new)]Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium[/url]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 06:38:00</strong>
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				Yuna noticed Dr. Radovich's hand fall back to his side, which was a relief to her. As the director of the sanitarium, he was sure to have read Yuna's files, and known that she was aversive to having intimate conversations with strangers, let alone touch or be touched by them! To be invading her very personal space in this manner... Well, Yuna assumed he must have forgotten her condition, and was simply trying to be friendly. Nevertheless, she hoped he wasn't insulted by her...<br><br>As the doctor rummaged in his pocket for something, Yuna took the opportunity to avert her eyes downwards again, pretending to be interested in whatever he was finding.<br><br>A wave of shock hit her when she saw the bright red candy in his hand! <em>No!</em> she thought, taking an involuntary step back! Surely Dr. Radovich wasn't trying to antagonize her on purpose! He must have forgotten the details of her condition! He must have!<br><br>Yuna's heart was pounding very fast as she stood, transfixed, her eyes on the candy. She had a strong impulsive urge to leap foward and bite the crimson thing right out of the doctor's hand, or perhaps to bite his hand too, and lick up the blood that flowed... She began to salivate as the mental image filled her mind, and drool fell from the corners of her mouth. She could almost smell the metalic tang of blood... <br><br>At the sound of alarms going off, Yuna's head snapped back with a growl not unlike a dog's. What was that sound?! Yuna crouched on the floor, trying to retreat back within herself. Her hands tried to come up to cover her ears, but the bicep cuffs restricted her movement. She struggled uselessly against them, lost her balance, and toppled over sideways. <br><br>And then she saw it. Pools of bright red liquid on the floor, enticing reflecting the light overhead. The smell of the blood wasn't just a hallucination now. Yuna wanted to crawl to it, but with her arms still cuffed, all she could manage was some snake-like sort of wiggle. <br><br>Someone scooped her up, restraining her with a strong arm around her stomach. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed repeatedly in anguish and frustration, thrashing against the arm. She was vaguely aware of someone whispering in her ear, the soft warm breath tickling the back of her neck. Through the haze of red that blanketed her mind, she became aware that there was blood to be had right here, closer to her than that pool on the floor! Jaws snapping, she twisted around, preparing to bite the closest piece of soft flesh available, even if it was her own!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 07:07:45</strong>
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				Alex's gripped tightened as the girl thrashed in his arms. This was the product of his staff's failure for which they were all going to be punished for later. For now he had to use his muscles to keep the beautiful Yuna in line. She was twisting and turning quite violently as he did his best to hold her. He could tell that she was ready to snap at the closest amount of flesh that she could find. But he was not going to let her bite at just some unregulated spot. He was going to control where she bit him. It was the only way he was going to get her to calm down at this point due to just the amount of blood that was on the floor in front of her.<br><br>"Yuna, be good!" he commanded as he tightened his grip even more around her. He could not let her break free of the hold. It was imperative that he held her still. He shook her a bit as he did so, hoping that it would shake her back to her senses but he knew that it most likely wasn't going to. She needed blood. And he was a container of quite a lot of it. And then all of a sudden the alarm for room number 4 went off. It looked like Stella had tried to hurt herself too.<br><br>Two alarms in one day was not something that he really wanted to start his Rosanam off. But these were the mentally insane so it was to be expected. It still left a bad taste in Alex's mouth. He was not going to stand for these continued incidents, not when he had not even met all of his patients just yet. Something had to be done even if he had to station an orderly in a room with every single patient. Alex was not a man to go to such extremes but he thought about it though.<br><br>The girl twisting in his arms brought him back to knowing that she needed blood. He put the area between his thumb and pointer finger into her mouth expecting her to bite down. He knew he was going to need to get stitches from how deeply she was most likely going to bite, but he did not care. It was the one way he knew to get her to calm down. And he expected the pain to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 19:51:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Dark eyes watched while the woman turned and moved back to the chair she had just been sitting in and turned it to face the corner before settling onto it. Only then did she pull herself up from the corner, each movement drawing a pained pant for air from her lips, fingers reaching out to turn the handles to start the water. She was not in the least bit happy that the woman was still in there and it had her checking back over her shoulder constantly to make sure that she had not moved.<br><br>Steam began to fill the air, thick clouds of white that looked like fog along the ceiling, the water hot enough to turn the pale flesh of her hand deep pink when she tested the temperature. A deep breath was taken and hands went to work peeling the urine stained hospital gown off only to pitch it to the floor away from her, a hard shudder racing down the slim line of her back. Clean, gods she had to get clean!<br><br>There was no slow adjusting to the hot water, she simply stepped under the spray and accepted the scalding water with a sharp hiss, hands sliding up to wash over her face and push back the heavy ebon locks. Pale skin turned bright red almost immediately, the bruises along her sides standing out all the more angrily against the near tomato shade that spread everywhere the water hit.<br><br>She had her routine that had to be followed, the only thing that was keeping her from bursting out into tears at being somewhere new yet again, and it began the moment her hair was fully saturated. Hair first, scrubbed seven times, fingernails raking through the tangles after each wash before tying it up into a loose knot at the base of her neck. Then the first rag was taken and soaped up, set to her skin for the first of seven washings that started at her face and worked down to the crevice between each toe, a new rag used each time she started over. Once the last wash was done, the hot water was turned off completely to allow icy cold water to hit her skin, a breath sucked in painfully at the sudden temperature change that left her shivering hard. <br><br>When she finally turned the water off, the towel was snatched up and wrapped around her slender frame, each twist and turn leaving her blinking past the sharp stabs of pain along her sides. She didn’t want to know how she had been injured, didn’t want anything but her own clothes and to leave. Two things she was pretty sure would not be allowed. “I need my clothes.” Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, eyes refusing to turn and look at the woman staring at the wall. </span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 22:13:17</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Shower Room\West Hydrotherapy Room</strong><br><br>"Hold on a moment." Kelly said as she got up from the chair, walked over to the door and knocked twice, a slot in the door opened and a folded pair of patients uniforms were passed through it. She put it in her hands and walked towards Piper making sure to avert her eyes. She did not want to scare the girl off. So she was not looking at her as she handed her the clothes. Kelly was a smart girl and knew what Piper had meant when she said that she had wanted her clothes. But she could not do that. She could only provide Piper with these patients clothes. The only thing that was any kind of consolation was that these clothes were very bright white as they were clean.<br><br>"These are you clothes. Please take them and wear them." Kelly said, still looking away from the girl, her eyes focused on the tile walls of the shower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That Girl Analise</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 00:34:47</strong>
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				(( From his apartment (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106118.msg4607024#msg4607024) ))<br><br>As Dominick left his apartment, he walked right down to the floor below, where the patients would be. But no sooner had he gotten there that there were alarms going off. Day one, and there were already issues? Jesus. Picking up the pace, Dominick jogged to one of the rooms, pausing only briefly as he saw his boss and one of the patients in a confrontation. He thought for only a moment before going and looking at the names on the patient files and going into the room to find Stella causing herself injury.<br><br>(( moves to Stella and Yuna's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106110.msg4611211#msg4611211)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 05:45:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Of course she’d not get -her- clothes, she had known that before she spoke up but it had been a hope. Instead, she was given the tacky hospital issue clothing and a sigh sounded, slender hands taking the offered bundle. There wasn’t a word given, she didn’t see the sense in protesting, it would get her nowhere and she wasn’t one to make a fuss about things that she could not change. Which, sadly enough, seemed to be her whole flipping life.<br><br>The thin gown was slid on before she let the towel drop to the wet floor, fingers tying the laces loosely simply because there was no bra offered and she balked at having the gown tight against her skin without one. Thin pants followed, the elastic waist irritating against her skin and loose enough in the hips and thighs to make her feel like she was wearing harem pants. Annoying, but again, no complaint was made. The slippers were last, small toes wiggling in the ‘one size fits all’ shoes before sighing. Not her idea of ‘dressed’ but what was she suppose to do?<br><br>“I’m ready…” The words were low and issued on a shallow breath, the ache in her sides irritating enough that she was finding it hard to simply stand there. <em>Tell them that you are hurt Piper, they have to treat you.</em> The voice swam through a hazed mind, her head shaking slightly as if to dismiss what to her was nothing more than her own thoughts. She didn’t trust where she was at nor the people around her, didn’t believe that it would matter that somehow she had been injured - especially when she could not even remember getting hurt. </span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:16:28</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Shower Room\West Hydrotherapy Room</strong><br><br>She looked over to the girl with compassion as she got dressed and stood there in those white hospital clothes. The girl's dark hair contrasted with the white clothes that made it much more darker than it was. It was an interesting sight that Kelly beheld in that moment. it made it seem that Piper was in some kind of depression or sadness. But Kelly could not be sure. She had no idea what the girl was thinking but Kelly was trying to read people. Her 3 years of nursing had allowed her to try and read people through seeing people come in and out of facilities that she worked at.<br><br>"Come with me Piper." She said as she knocked on the door three times and it opened up. She held the door open to let the girl out into the hall. She led the girl along the hallway with a slight press of her hand to Piper's back. Kelly knew better than to apply to much pressure but enough so that she was just a guide rather than a push. But she was able to feel a little bit of her spine as her fingers danced along her back, pushing her along every so often.<br><br>They passed by Alex hallway and then by all of the other orderlies who were still finishing up the cleaning process. Both of the alarms suddenly turned off as she continued to lead Piper down the hallway. It was nice to finally feel the silence that occurred immediately after the alarms disappearance. Kelly let out a sigh of relief. She opened the door to Piper's room and saw that there was two people already there, Dr. Sokolov and Aishling of course. They seemed to be having an intimate moment. So Kelly backed out of the room and headed back down the hallway. Kelly but her bottom lip a bit as she took Piper back down the hallway and passed Alex once again.<br><br>They opened the door and went out into the hallway and walked into the elevator. "We're going to go to breakfast. Would you like that Piper?" she asked as they went down to the first floor. The doors opened and she lead Piper to the right. As they headed toward the dining hall. It involved going down two long hallways and across the main foyer but all was well. She opened the door to the dining hall and let Piper in. There were no other patients in the Dining Hall yet. Kelly walked her over to a table and motioned for her to sit down.<br><br>Kelly sat down in the chair next to the one she had told Piper to sit down at. "Piper, I am here to answer any questions you may have about why you are here while our chefs make you some found." Kelly said as she waited for the girl to sit beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 22:52:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Feeling the weight of the nurse’s eyes on her, she turned slightly so that the profile of her face was all that the nurse could see, silent as she waited. The shift in personality was a stark difference from just a short time earlier and it was only her arms wrapped around her sides and the pain radiating from her sides that kept her from hunching over further than she already was.<br><br>When the nurse moved to knock on the door, she followed slowly to step out into the hallway, those near obsidian eyes kept lowered to stare at the tiles of the floor as if the meaning of life was written there in the design of the tiles. It was the press against the middle of her back that sent a shudder up her spine and had her trying to suck a breath in, the words that sounded low and almost breathless. “Please do not touch me.” Had it been any other time she might have given over to the pondering of what made others want to touch so much - a trait that she did not have and did not like - but at that moment, all that mattered to her was getting away from everyone so she could curl up.<br><br>Not that she got what she wanted, of course not, she never got what she wanted. Or needed for that matter. Beside the point, the nurse kept her hand against her back, slight pressure increasing whenever a turn was needed or she slowed down too much. It unnerved her and left her with the distinct uncomfortable sensation crawling along her skin that made her want to turn around and go back to the showers to scour her skin off.<br><br>The trek was one that she had no recollection of making before, each turn down another hall new to her so that she soon felt lost and unsure of where she had started from. Not that staring at the floor gave her any real idea of where she was going or coming from, but she had no desire to meet the eyes of those in the hall. Relief should have come with the stopping in front of a door that the nurse opened, the place that was suppose to be her little sanctuary, but as usual, that failed to be the case when the nurse promptly shut the door once more and moved back down the hall.<br><br><em>Tell her you want to lie down. Tell her to stop leading you around like some puppy on a leash.</em> The voice filtered through her mind and brought a faint hiss of a breath sucked in too deeply, the frown forming across smooth features though she never got to utter a word, the question of breakfast asked almost nonchalantly. It was that question which brought a flick of her eyes upwards, a sigh sounding before the mistake of shrugging thin shoulders was made, the sharp stab of pain bringing a tight wince across deathly pale features.<br><br>Did she get a choice in the matter? Of course not, she was paraded down the hall and into the elevator to be carried downstairs, further confusing her sense of direction. That alone was enough to leave her anxious and coupled with the pain each breath created, it was rapidly growing worse. She said nothing while the nurse led her around, offered nothing when the chair was produced for her to sit in and only glanced to her when she lowered herself to sit beside her.<br><br>Yes, she had plenty of questions, but unlike Danni and Mona, she was not one to talk. Was not one to bring attention onto herself. Rather, she far preferred to be left alone and ignored. It made life easier and when she was left alone, the blackouts didn’t happen. Shifting her eyes back to the table, she shifted in her chair and tightened her arms wrapped around her sides and tried to ignore the smells of food cooking wafting through the dining hall. Here was to hoping that she’d get to eat as well and that this was not some torment she had to sit through.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 05:07:14</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly - Dining Hall</strong><br><br>"Piper, dear. Please talk to me. I am here to help you." Kelly said as she looked over to Piper. She did not touch her, but her gaze said that she was concerned at the very least. Kelly moved her chair just a little bit closer to Piper. She made sure that her arm did not touch Piper's. And then Kelly made a decision, if Piper was not going to talk then Kelly was going to volunteer the information. She turned a little more in the direction of Piper, twisting in her chair just slightly to accommodate herself. <br><br>"Piper you are here because of a court ruling that said you needed the help. We know all about the blackouts that you have and the things that happen during them. We are here to help you make those go away so that you once again can become a functioning member of society. We are your last hope, Piper. We are your guardians against the horrors of the penitentiary where they don't serve those with special needs such as yours." she said with a wide smile on her red painted lips. Her green eyes sparkled in the light, showing off their emerald color.<br><br>She let out a sigh as she waited for the response from the beautiful but broken girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 05:37:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The only acknowledgement the nurse received was a shifting of her eyes when she moved closer, her own hands lowering from her sides to grip the seat of the chair and scoot it further away from Kelly in a bid to keep some distance between them and lessen the chance of being touched. The fact that she kept trying to get close was really beginning to unnerve her though she wasn’t sure if that bugged her more or the cheerful way she kept trying to pry and get her to talk.<br><br>That was answered though in the next breath when the nurse took it upon herself to launch into more talking and she would have simply ignored it had it not been the words that came out of her mouth. Any desire to actually eat faded almost immediately, her stomach turning into one hard knot that roiled sickeningly as each word hammered into her mind. <br><br><em>Court ruling? What court ruling? And how did she know that she had blackouts? Who was the ‘we’ she was talking about? And what ‘things’? Penitentiary? What the hell is she talking about?!</em> Each word she spoke, carrying on as if she was discussing the weather, left her tensing more till every inch of her body trembled, the knuckles of her hands growing bone white with her grip on the seat of the chair. The last words spoken echoed through her mind, continually sounding till she found it even harder to draw a breath in. <em>Special needs such as mine? What the fuck …?</em><br><br>She didn’t even realize she was crying until the tears dripped down onto her lap and soaked into the thin pants she had been given to wear, her eyes dropping to stare at the small spots. She was -not- a special needs person! There was nothing wrong with her! The harder she tried to stop the tears, to swallow the urge to cry, the worse it became for her to draw in a breath, her sides aching to the point that she was half choking on the sobs and pants for air. Thin fingers tightened their grip on the seat till her arms shook, the want to scream welling up from the pit of her belly though she could not get a good enough breath to let it out. Her vision blurred thanks to the tears and when she finally squeezed out words from her tight throat, there was barely any sound to them simply because she couldn’t breathe properly. “Shut… up. Just … shut … up…”</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:15:01</strong>
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				Kelly was watching and waiting for Piper to react with her eager emerald green eyes. But when she saw the white knuckles, the shallow breaths and of course the tears dropping down from the girl's face, she knew that Piper was taking this hard. Kelly wanted to move to hold her but she could not, she respected the limits that Piper had set. Yet there was something off about the crying that the girl was doing. Those breaths that she was taking into her lungs were not right. Their depth was just wrong.<br><br>As a nurse this alarmed her and she had no choice but to move close to the girl and listen to her breath some more. It confirmed that Piper could not take in a full breath. Kelly jumped out of her chair to Piper's side, she looked into the girl's eyes. She was desperate to help her but she could not touch her. She moved her fingers to just inches from the bottom of the hospital top that Piper's was wearing. She needed to peel it off of her to confirm her diagnosis.<br><br>"Show me where it hurts, Piper. I need to see it. Please!" Kelly begged as she held her fingers just inches away from the fabric which would allow her to properly diagnose her patient. Normally, she would just pull it up but Piper was volatile. A cautious approach was necessary to maintain the personality and keep Piper as the active one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 06:28:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The lurch out of the chair to get closer to her sent Piper scrambling clumsily out of her own chair, the chair clattering over onto it’s side while she scurried back from her, left arm wrapping around herself to hold her side, right hand lifting to fend off the seemingly over eager nurse.<br><br>Any attempt to talk was met with the struggle to breathe properly, her words gasped out with what sounded like a squeaking voice. “Don’t… touch… me!” Why was it so hard to get words out?! Why was this woman so insistent on crowding her space? Lurching with each step, she turned and made to move for the door, her head spinning with dizziness so that her vision swam in front of her.<br><br>All she wanted was some place to be alone! Her heart slammed against her ribs till it felt like it was going to bust out of her chest and each breath wheezed painfully from her lungs. She couldn’t cope with this, not now. Not when she couldn’t even breathe properly and to make matters all the worse, her rituals for calming down were gone. Gone! Everything was gone and she was left in this strange place.<br><br>Slipper covered feet stumbled so that her shoulder hit the wall, the urge to just sink to the floor growing stronger though it was the need to get away from the nurse that had her fighting to find a door, a stairwell - hell, even a damned closet - to get away from her.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 07:05:40</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly- Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Kelly was no longer able to properly hold herself back from not touching Piper, she had to. She was obliged to help the girl. She had no choice but to run over to her and grab her from behind and pull up her shirt. She twisted her around to see the long bruises that were forming around her ribs. It was obvious that there was damage to her ribs, possibly from the amount of force the orderlies had used to detain her when she was Danni.<br><br>"I am sorry, but I needed to see this. I needed to do this to help you." Kelly said as she let the fabric of the shirt fall back into place. Kelly knew that there were going to be consequences from her actions so she moved away from Piper who she soon knew was no longer going to be Piper. Kelly had to let her alone for a bit to let her go through the change. She wondered who was going to come out, she hoped for Mona but she could just as well get Danni. This means that she was potentially in mortal danger. She looked up into the ceiling in no particular direction. She knew the watcher was watching, and hope that he would save her in time just in case bad things were about to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 07:21:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Hands grabbing her startled her, the panted breaths halting as she was spun around, the hallway swimming before her eyes, slender hands slapping at the nurse’s hands as she wrenched up the thin tunic top to expose the pale skin of her abdomen that was blossoming dark bruises along her left side. Oh, she didn’t care that the woman apologized - at that moment, it didn’t even matter that she had touched her. What mattered was she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t calm herself to draw in air.<br><br>“Air…” One word squeaked out, her back sliding down the wall till the cheeks of her ass connected with the floor, fingers fluttering against her chest frantically. She couldn’t grasp why the nurse had backed off when she was struggling to freaking breathe and the hazy thought surfaced that the woman was torturing her. Was watching her die. Wasn’t that just her luck?<br><br>The pain of trying to draw in breath was compounded by the very real anxiety attack, the two problems feeding off each other till she was clawing at her chest, the edges of her vision darkening while the damned nurse simply stood there watching.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 07:53:59</strong>
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				<strong>Nurse Kelly- Dining Hall</strong><br><br>The watcher shook his head as he looked at the camera that clearly showed that a patient was literally leaned up against the wall struggling for air and the incompetent nurse that was attending her was more scared of what might happen if the patient switched out into her more aggressive personality. He had already hit the button that was sending orderlies with stretchers. They were going to get the girl the treatment she needed, unlike the nurse that was walking away in fear. He watched through his camera as the orderlies broke into the room, gently placed Piper on the stretcher with a oxygen mask over her mouth.<br><br>They rolled her out of the room and up to the upstairs where the talented staff would take care of her wounds. The watcher would make sure of that. However once, Piper left the room and was being taken away, he locked the doors of the Dining Hall. He was keeping Kelly inside for a moment. She looked up to the ceiling again with a look of desperation in her eyes before he let her out. He wanted her just a little bit scared, though it was not the best punishment for her crime, it brought him a sick twisted sense of satisfaction. He sent a text to Alena and Alex as he moved his attention back over to Piper.<br><br>He watched as Piper was delicately shipped up the elevators and into the Eastern Wing OR where a nurse began to look over her wounds with a worried expression. "It will be okay, Piper. It will be okay. We will get you as good as new." the nurse said to her as she pulled the shirt off of Piper. She applied a little bit of pressure to the girls ribs to feel for any breakages, she found none, but it was safe to assume that they were cracked. The girl was going to need an ace bandage.<br><br>The nurse held her down as she pulled out the bandage and she pushed it down to apply as much pressure as she could to the side as she started to run the bandage along Piper's skin. She wrapped the bandage around the ribs several times till it was nice and tight.&nbsp; The watcher was pleased at the sight of someone finally doing their job. He made a note on the nurse's profile as she finished up and just let Piper lay there with her bandaged abdomen and chest.
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				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 20:28:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Things happened too fast for her to keep up with them - one moment on the floor panicking for air and the next the ceiling was racing past her while cool air caressed her nose and mouth under the oxygen mask. How had she ended up in this place? Why was she with people that tried to watch her die and then race to save her?<br><br>Everything was a literal blur, the hands moving her onto the examination table allowed and for once she didn’t focus on the feeling of her skin crawling nor the sharp sting of a needle going into her vein. She was a little too busy trying to breathe. The sudden heat that spread through her veins though that brought a heavy sensation to her limbs and chased back the excruciating pain each time she tried to gasp in a breath? That she noticed, and it didn’t take long for whatever it was to kick in fully and she was gulping at the forced air from the mask. Amazing what painkillers could do wasn’t it?<br><br>Whatever it was that was given was enough to keep her calm while another woman set to work, the push against her ribs eliciting a sharp gasp before that warm, disconnected feeling washed over her once more. Oh, she didn’t care what was done right then, didn’t even try to protest when she was sat up and the bandage was wrapped around her chest and torso. Rather, she giggled at the thought that she was turning into a mummy, thin fingers lifting to pick at the bandage that was wound around her so tightly from underarms down.<br><br>Once she was allowed to lie back down again she shifted onto her right side, eyes blinking slowly while the heavy feeling of wanting to sleep spread. She didn’t like it here, didn’t want to be here, and the thought that she should stay awake kept screaming through her mind though she was finding it harder and harder to listen to it.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 08:35:16</strong>
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				[Started in Max and David's Room, Room 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106111.msg4620788#msg4620788)]<br><br>"I would say insane asylum but the term is not politically correct and a few of the patients are not as severe as most would assume the Sanitarium would have in their rooms. A few are aggressive in their behaviors, others imagine themselves as someone else, and we have an individual who has split personalities." Split personalities was not politically correct but to Simone, the patient did have three distinct split personalities. She had seen and read the case file of Danni/Mona/Piper which amused her to no end. An arsonist and one who was sentenced to thirty years to the Sanitarium for her crimes. As far as she knew, Doctor Radovich was the one to give the initial green light to bring her to his sanitarium to further help her along with coping with her deviant behavior. Simone would look into Piper as well but her interest laid with Patient Four who looked as if he was opening up to her with her false words. How easy it was to get a patient to assume she cared about their personal feelings. <br><br>However, Simone needed to keep her focus on Patient Four and feign any interest in his words. He had to be looked on as the most important individual in the world and hearing his hallucinations would validate his story. Simone shook her head in disbelief and clicked her tongue before commenting it was horrible if there was the mistake of having a relatively off the street man in the Sanitarium. "I know a medical facility a few counties over had checked in the wrong individual because they looked the same weight and height as the one who was supposed to be brought in for a suicide watch. Unfortunately, they were too late to save the life of the real person and got themselves into a lot of trouble. Come on, I am sure we can find a solution to you problem. Mistakes can happen," she answered, waving him further along into the hallway and further into the rest of the Sanitarium. She had needed a lot of time preparing herself to walk around the hallways without having to ask directions but Simone would play the part of a damsel in distress to make him assume she was not going to harm him other than get the two lost.<br><br>"Sorry, but I am a visiting doctor who was asked to help around here with running group therapy and assisting with some of the knowledge I have inside of my head," she answered while putting her closed fist to her forehead and knocked gently on the skin. Simone smiled at him and had to catch herself from faking even more smiles. Too many smiles and it would looked as if she was trying to win Miss America with all of the teeth showing. Yet, not show enough smile and she would come off as the Ice Bitch she truly was; well, unless it came to smiling to her research coming together or seeing it published in medical journals. Simone got severely turned on to her dedication and her work shown off to the masses and media. Nothing got her off more than colleagues talking about her work and using it as jumping off points to new theories or trying to find ways to discredit her. A few accused her of fabricating work and while she could admit to a few fabricated case studies here and there, no one could come up and say it was false given many of the participants were too senile or further into their illnesses to pipe up. <br><br>Thankfully, it looked as if Taylor/Patient Four was opening up to her. "Some patients come in unlike yourself who have given a slew of names. One called himself Dr. Fantasic. Another said she was the 'Queen of the South'. The most peculiar one was Lord of the Faeries and it was a former patient who looked as if he should be holding his grandchild on his knee rather than in here for mild dementia. As a result of fake names thrown around, the Sanitarium usually puts down "unknown" or some sort of characteristic to the individual before having their private investigators figure out the identity of a patient. Usually, family members check in their loved ones and we are able to figure out the individual but unlike you, we are all wondering about your past. Can you give me a bit of a history and that way it will be easier to let the head doctor know and have his people double check that we did not bring in the wrong individual. That would be a lawsuit waiting to happen with mixed idendity." <br><br><em>"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."</em><br><br>Simone planned to make good use of his words for she would ask for everything he had inside of him for her research. She would delve into every crook and cranny of his mind to figure Patient Four/Taylor Davis and find a reconditioning schema for him. He looked easily pliable and she would have to be careful with how she worked around him. He might not enjoy actively knowing he was being reconditioned but Simone would find the subtle ways to bring him over to a new side of his sexuality. "I will try my very best, Taylor, and I hope you can see that I am going to do everything for you to get a meeting with the doctor once this is over," she answered knowing she would never give him the time of day to talk to Doctor Radovich.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 09:37:54</strong>
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				Yuna heard the doctor's words in her ear, but they no longer made sense to her. His shaking did nothing to dislodge her fixation either. Blood! She wanted blood! She <em>needed</em> it, and nothing was going to stop her. <br><br>The horrendous alarm was ringing again, driving Yuna further from sanity. Howling with pain and anguish, she thrashed even harder against her bonds and Dr. Radovich's grip. Later on, there would be bruises on her upper arms where the cuffs were digging in, but for now physical pain didn't matter so much as her thirst. <br><br>And then, something was thrust between her jaws. Soft flesh! Yuna bit down on it without hesitation. Blood, delicious and warm, flowed, and she sucked on it greedily, not letting a single drop escape. It was like the calm after the storm as Yuna's body went limp in Dr. Radovich's arms. Her knees gave way too and could no longer support her. The only muscles that were still clenched were those in her jaw, still biting onto the doctor's hand with a vice-like grip...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 11:45:47</strong>
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				Alex's eyes widened as he felt her teeth bite into his hand, the pain shot up his arm like a bullet carrying all of the information that Alex's brain did not want to process. It was a fierce pain almost like the girl was trying to tear his hand off almost, but he knew she wasn't she was after the thing that flowed into her mouth quite readily almost like a steady stream. A stream that was composed of his red warm blood that flowed through his veins. The other part of the experience was the sound of her slurping down his blood like some rabid animal. The sound was nearly sickening knowing what in fact was being sucked down. But it did not bother Alex, he in fact held Yuna closer to him as she sucked.<br><br>When her body went limp, her skin was pressed more into his hand, his fingers were mere inches from the underside of her breasts. He was no low animal to fall to such a temptation but he knew that the time would come where she would reveal her body to him quite willingly and in fact she would want him to touch her. That time was not now. He had to be a doctor now with only the beginnings of his other urges. <br><br>"Yuna, I only let you do that because I care about you. And we are connected now that my blood flows through your body." he spoke into her ear softly, using a low romantic tone. A tone he had used on Alena several times, it was a tone he used when he was being sweet and a lover. He was using it on Yuna now to build her interest in him, a thing it was best to build as her doctor but also as the man who would use her body as a tool for his pleasure. Yuna was going to make a fine tool for this purpose but he had to break this little obsession of hers or possibly there was something else he could do to it...<br><br>A little grin formed on his face as he thought of what he could do to her little obsession. He quickly shut it down as he started to walk with Yuna down the bleach smelling hallway. At least his men had been competent enough to clean all of this up. Alex was easily able to support her in his arms as he walked closer and closer to the door of her room.<br><br>"Yuna, I would like to talk to you about what just happened. You don't mind that do you?" He asked her as he got them close to the door of Room 4 but then he saw Dominick go inside, in that he knee it would not be the most conducive place for therapy. Alex turned her around to face the end of the hallway. "It looks like we will have to go to the therapy room." he said to her as he tried to get her to move a little so that they could head their way down the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 21:32:11</strong>
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				<strong>Alena - Basement</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Finally, the storage units were all back in carefully calculated order. Alena had spent the past two hours or so working on the charts, the logs, and the finances, making sure that they had enough medical, security, and office supplies to run the facility smoothly. She needed to check the kitchens later to be sure that they would be receiving their weekly shipments of fresh food, but as her stomach rumbled a little in protest at waiting longer than necessary, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose briefly. She was getting another headache and would need to take something for it if it got any worse. Her eyes were bothering her more because of the small fonts she had been staring at and knew she needed to give herself a break. Stretching out her back and putting away the logs for one of the storage units, she heard her cell phone do its little jingle that stated she had a text message. She wondered whom it might be from. Grabbing the device from her breast pocket, she slide it open and clicked <em>view message.</em> Her face turned from frowning to downright caustic within the span of a heart beat. She was tired of all this fucking incompetence! What were the staff doing? Making a goddamn fucking cake?! Stopping herself from grinding her teeth to powder, she texted The Watcher back.<br><br><em>You will send her to my office during the lunch hours.</em><br><br>She knew she didn't need to specify whom and the watcher would know what she meant. That stupid nurse was going to get flogged and it wouldn't be pretty. She knew that this particular nurse hated flogging and practically sobbed for the pain to end. But this time she would be in tears and Alena would relish in the moment of punishment. The damn orderlies from earlier whom she realized had fucked up a few times today were going to get worse punishments. Alena wasn't in a good mood and she would have to see to Alex later tonight about fixing it. They were both going to be busy doling out punishments to their staff, but she needed to be around <em>someone</em> with a goddamn brain in their head besides the security department. With a frustrated sigh, she turned on her heel and went back to the security office where they immediately showed her the tape involving the nurse. She had the feeling it had been Kelly and couldn't help the sadistic grin that curved her lips. Yes, she knew all about what Kelly hated and cowered from. That girl was in for a rude awakening. As they reviewed the events from this morning's fiascoes, she noticed Alex was holding onto Yuna and blood was dripping off of his hand from the girl biting him. It was a good distraction method to turn the girl's attentions away from the blood that had been on the floor. But she knew there was another reason for it. Alex was a big fan of alterior motives. She knew for a fact as she smiled at a fond memory. However, the memory was short lived.<br><br>"Make sure that Piper Jergens is taken care of properly. I'm tired of these screw ups. Stella also needs to be taken care of. She's obviously not struggling and needs to be taken to counseling to calm down. Keep your eye on Blackwood and Patient Four. Also, monitor room four more closely than the other rooms...And it seems that the wonderful Dureke is trying to connect with Macabre. This should be interesting. Log what happens there, though, of course, I don't need to remind you.." She smiled at the security guard who was keeping a firm watch on all five rooms and she grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. It was short and brief but he knew a reward when he saw one and relished what he was given. She grinned at the pleasing blush on his cheeks and the instant evidence that he was willing to beg for more. But they both had a job to do and maybe she would play with him later. With a few words, she made sure everyone else knew that she was proud of their efforts before leaving the room full of happy men. Playing later was definitely on her to-do list. <br><br>As she walked up the stairs to the <strong>second floor</strong>, she found that the hallways were spotless, and that Alex was moving Yuna back to her room until he saw Dominik slip into the room. Yes, not a very good idea for that doctor to get a hold on Yuna quite yet when Stella was being restrained. She heard him whisper that they were going to head to the therapy room. She decided to leave him be and see what progress he could make so far. She double-checked with an orderly that things were calming down and getting back to normal, as well as that some of the patients were headed to the Dining Hall. She smiled a little as he gave her the details in a quick and organized manner. It seemed he was one of the few on this floor that knew what the hell was expected. Giving him her thanks, she soon went down to the <strong>first floor</strong> to get herself something to eat. She didn't encounter anyone quite yet until she made her progression to the <strong>Dining Hall</strong> itself. She saw Nurse Kelly start to scamper off until she saw the good doctor. Her face paled and Alena could see the fear in the girl's eyes. Good, she liked that look the most. It was something better than seeing the euphoria that marked someone's face. The girl made it seem like she might run but held her ground as Alena stepped up towards her and played with some of the buttons of her nurse's outfit.<br><br>"You already have the message that you are to report to my office within the next four hours. However, I'm adding a punishment. You will take off your panties and give them to Damen. Damen will then take you to a back room and make sure you understand the implications of your actions. Someone will cover both your shifts until you come to my office. Your ass is going to black and blue by the end of the night. And trust me, this is mild compared to what I could do..."<br><br>Kelly blanched and the tears started to pool in her eyes. Damen was practically violent with sex and one of her top security guards. He was calm and controlled but allow him to let out his sexual deviant and he was a madman. Kelly had been given to him before when she'd been incompetent. She still bore the scars on her body and not in places a woman wants scars. But Alena was beyond caring about the woman's state of being. It was either get her to understand or fire her and Alena wasn't about to let someone off and take the easy way out. Kelly stood there like a good girl and waited until Alena finally dismissed her to go do what she was ordered to do. That girl had probably thought she would get rewarded for taking care of Piper and she would have if she had decided to see the bloody job through. <br><br>"Goddamn idiots..." She murmured, stimulating her temples as her headache became unbearable. Pulling the little packet of Excedrin from her cleavage, she entered the dining hall and was given a glass of water at her request. She popped&nbsp; two of the pills, added some water, and forced down the concoction without a grimace. Once the pills settled, she smiled at the cooks and ordered her food. She was starving from all the stupidity.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 01:21:14</strong>
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				<strong>Taylor walking with Dr. Simone in the inner halls</strong><br><br>He gave a nervous chuckle at hearing the term 'insane asylum.'&nbsp; Taylor knew that this could all go down hill rather quickly.&nbsp; Any forceful attempt at claiming his innocence and sanity could easily be thwarted by the simple whim of one of the staff members, including the one he was talking to at that very moment.&nbsp; For now, however, she seemed to be reasonably attentive to his needs.<br><br>"Was that what all the commotion was?"&nbsp; He said, referring to the various alarms that had been heard within the walls already.&nbsp; "Must keep you very busy around here."&nbsp; Taylor said, making idle chatter.<br><br>They had very slowly made their way back down the hall, passing a few orderlies, some of which looked like they were taking a leisurely stroll while others looked down right pissed or scared as they ran frantically.<br><br>What Simone said next excited him in a way he almost couldn't disguise.&nbsp; Perhaps he could use the same angle to get out though that didn't answer the question to why he had been kidnapped in the first place.&nbsp; Best not to dwell on that too much or he could dig himself in deeper.&nbsp; "Do you think I could have the same problem?&nbsp; I mean, what if I was mistaken for someone else.&nbsp; What if I had been brought here by mistake.&nbsp; Surely my family could vouch for my sanity."&nbsp; It was then that he cursed the fact that he had no girlfriend.&nbsp; She would surely notice his absence and go looking for him.&nbsp; His family was not nearby, however.&nbsp; They were on the opposite side of the country, and he hadn't spoken to them in months, not since he'd left against their advice to be with a girl who he had only known for a few months.&nbsp; It seemed like a good idea at the time.&nbsp; New place, new life, new start.&nbsp; The beginning of all his dreams.&nbsp; A couple in love and all that.&nbsp; Turned out she was planning to ditch him as soon as he moved out there anyway.&nbsp; She has just been too chickenshit to do it before, claiming that she 'didn't want to hurt him.'&nbsp; Now he was knee deep in a load of trouble.<br><br>"Well, I assure you, I'm no Dr. Fantastic.&nbsp; I'm simply Taylor Davis, an average guy with an average job cooking in a restaurant.&nbsp; Shit!&nbsp; I hope I don't lose my job over this.&nbsp; Maybe you can use them as a reference.&nbsp; I mean, they can clear things up.&nbsp; I've been working there for a few months now."&nbsp; Taylor said, another small glimmer of hope in his eye.<br><br>He listened to Dr. Simone continue to comfort and reassure him.&nbsp; It was pleasing, and his hope welled.&nbsp; Soon he would be out and back to normal.&nbsp; This was all a big misunderstanding.&nbsp; "Thank you, doctor.&nbsp; I am looking forward to what you can do to...I mean, for me."&nbsp; He'd momentarily let his words slip.&nbsp; She was a beautiful woman after all, and he'd probably let his gaze slip one time too many to her ample bosom.&nbsp; It probably wasn't the best way to get her to help him, but after only having your hand to comfort you at night for the past few months, a guy gets kinda of tired of only wanting and never getting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 10:19:32</strong>
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				<strong>The Watcher</strong><br><br>The watcher ordered Piper be rolled to at the very least over to the West Wing of the facility, an orderly took it upon himself to follow this order. He was given credit for his willingness to follow the order. It showed that he was eager, and what the organization valued most was proficiency of their work. And being eager usually led to being proficient. This one seemed to be quite good at his job as he rolled the stretcher down the hallway at slow pace so as not to disrupt the girl in pain on top of the stretcher. It was good of him to do.<br><br>The watcher's gaze shifted from that view over to the view of Room 1 where Aishling and Dureke were having a touching little moment. He could not have Piper disrupting that but at least she would be closer to her room now that she was being moved over to the Western Wing. It took the orderly just a few minutes to get her across the building, just in front of the door way to the hallway of the patients. He turned her so that she was being led through the door way.<br><br>The orderly had at least taken her closer to her room, even the watcher had not particularly ordered him to. He came over the radio and told the orderly that he could not take Piper into her room just yet, this message coming after he had stopped the stretcher between the two rooms of Room 1 and Room 2. The orderly saw that Samuel was in there in the room trying to get the girls out of room for breakfast. He caught the eyes of Cynthia as he looked at her. He turned his look over to Samuel.<br><br>"Could you have the girls keep this one company until her room is available?" the orderly asked and with a little smile Samuel replied, "Yes, I am sure that at least Cynthia would like that? Wouldn't you Cynthia?"<br><br>He had no way to really classify the other girl but he knew that Cynthia was quite the sociable and helpful person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 14:42:11</strong>
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				For a while, Yuna sucked happily on the doctor's hand, her frail body supported by his arm. The doctor spoke again, but Yuna paid him no attention. Let him say what he wanted. It was of no consequence for Yuna. <br><br>Or was it? As the initial high her drug had provided dulled, her senses returned to her: the knowledge of her deed, and the shame of it. Very slowly, reluctantly, Yuna's teeth loosened its grip on its prize.<br><br>Dr. Radovich asked her kindly to follow him so they could "talk" about what had happened. His tone was friendly and reverent, but Yuna knew there was no refusing him, and wondered too if "talk" was a euphemism for "punish". Bowing her head silently, she followed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 18:36:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nothing mattered for Piper now, the pain medication leaving her in a hazy that had her focused on her fingers instead of her surroundings, that sharp edge of panic and anxiety dulled though that hadn’t stopped her from sliding into the age old habit of counting. Of course, it was hard for her to remember where she was, her thought processes impeded from the drug, but it at least had her calm and quiet.<br><br>The click of the locks on the bed releasing and faint lurch as the orderly began to push the bed out of the room had her pausing in that counting, dark eyes rolling to try and see who was moving the room on her though in the end, even that didn’t matter to her. The bed slid silently through the halls, the orderly silent as he moved her, and her attention - fragmented as it was - returned to small, dainty fingers.<br><br>A long yawn parted her lips though the breath she sucked in was still shallow, dilated eyes giving a long, slow blink that ended with her realizing she was in the hallway instead of a room. Her head lolled to the side to stare at the staff moving around, her fingers still ticking off the numbers of her count.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 21:18:25</strong>
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				Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) looked over sympathetically as the stretcher was rolled in.&nbsp; It took her a few seconds to consider why they wouldn't just send her inside, but she knew that she was a smart girl and could figure it out.&nbsp; "Oh, did her bed get damaged?"&nbsp; She moved over towards the side of the stretcher, her bright smile still plastered on as tightly as she could muster.&nbsp; "You two can go on ahead.&nbsp; I can get breakfast later."<br><br>As she moved over to the side of the stretcher, she gave a bright smile to Piper, remaining still and reassuring when Cynthia noticed that Piper seemed to be having a difficult time with her surroundings.&nbsp; Cynthia didn't know if the girl was insane or drugged, but it didn't really matter.&nbsp; "Hi there," she said gently.&nbsp; "My name's Cynthia.&nbsp; What's your name?"<br><br>Cynthia only barely knew what had happened some time ago when the alarms had gone off, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't curious, but she knew better than to ask.&nbsp; On top of being rude, it wasn't this poor girl's fault if she was violent, and Cynthia shouldn't have anything to worry about if the orderlies already said everything was alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 01:11:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.msg4634228#msg4634228">Quote from: Ryven on 13-05-2011, 01:21:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><strong>Taylor walking with Dr. Simone in the inner halls</strong><br><br>He gave a nervous chuckle at hearing the term 'insane asylum.'&nbsp; Taylor knew that this could all go down hill rather quickly.&nbsp; Any forceful attempt at claiming his innocence and sanity could easily be thwarted by the simple whim of one of the staff members, including the one he was talking to at that very moment.&nbsp; For now, however, she seemed to be reasonably attentive to his needs.<br><br>"Was that what all the commotion was?"&nbsp; He said, referring to the various alarms that had been heard within the walls already.&nbsp; "Must keep you very busy around here."&nbsp; Taylor said, making idle chatter.<br><br>They had very slowly made their way back down the hall, passing a few orderlies, some of which looked like they were taking a leisurely stroll while others looked down right pissed or scared as they ran frantically.<br><br>What Simone said next excited him in a way he almost couldn't disguise.&nbsp; Perhaps he could use the same angle to get out though that didn't answer the question to why he had been kidnapped in the first place.&nbsp; Best not to dwell on that too much or he could dig himself in deeper.&nbsp; "Do you think I could have the same problem?&nbsp; I mean, what if I was mistaken for someone else.&nbsp; What if I had been brought here by mistake.&nbsp; Surely my family could vouch for my sanity."&nbsp; It was then that he cursed the fact that he had no girlfriend.&nbsp; She would surely notice his absence and go looking for him.&nbsp; His family was not nearby, however.&nbsp; They were on the opposite side of the country, and he hadn't spoken to them in months, not since he'd left against their advice to be with a girl who he had only known for a few months.&nbsp; It seemed like a good idea at the time.&nbsp; New place, new life, new start.&nbsp; The beginning of all his dreams.&nbsp; A couple in love and all that.&nbsp; Turned out she was planning to ditch him as soon as he moved out there anyway.&nbsp; She has just been too chickenshit to do it before, claiming that she 'didn't want to hurt him.'&nbsp; Now he was knee deep in a load of trouble.<br><br>"Well, I assure you, I'm no Dr. Fantastic.&nbsp; I'm simply Taylor Davis, an average guy with an average job cooking in a restaurant.&nbsp; Shit!&nbsp; I hope I don't lose my job over this.&nbsp; Maybe you can use them as a reference.&nbsp; I mean, they can clear things up.&nbsp; I've been working there for a few months now."&nbsp; Taylor said, another small glimmer of hope in his eye.<br><br>He listened to Dr. Simone continue to comfort and reassure him.&nbsp; It was pleasing, and his hope welled.&nbsp; Soon he would be out and back to normal.&nbsp; This was all a big misunderstanding.&nbsp; "Thank you, doctor.&nbsp; I am looking forward to what you can do to...I mean, for me."&nbsp; He'd momentarily let his words slip.&nbsp; She was a beautiful woman after all, and he'd probably let his gaze slip one time too many to her ample bosom.&nbsp; It probably wasn't the best way to get her to help him, but after only having your hand to comfort you at night for the past few months, a guy gets kinda of tired of only wanting and never getting.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Doctor Simone could see the naiveness in the male's eyes and by the looks of things, he would easily hand over his trust to her. Nonetheless, Simone needed to keep along with the nice act to lure him further and further into her reconditioning group. He would be the perfect participant to be placed in the experimental group of reconditioning. The way he looked and acted, he might very well hide his hidden sexual desires from everyone. She wondered what were kinks lended itself towards? Did he enjoy dressing up in women's underwear? Simone looked over his physique and threw the assumption out of the window. She doubted if he wanted to wear women's underwear the staff would have found it on him considering a lot of men who enjoyed wearing women's underwear wore it beneath their own regular clothing. Nothing in his chart mentioned any women's clothing but then again, he came in running gear and nothing else.<br><br>Not even a wallet was in the possession of the Sanitarium which was strange but Simone put it towards Doctor Radovich returning any personal items to his family. The Sanitarium might not want to have anything personal or of value which could get stolen by the patients or personnel working for the good Doctor. Her eyes glanced over to the orderly who still looked as if he was stupified by her comments towards Taylor. He really needed to get another few more hours or training or find another job for himself. Perhaps, go into security at the mall and pretend he was a cop who failed to pass the psychological examinations. "It does but we have a lot of staffers on board, including orderly who are on call just for the alarms that go off in this place. I am here only for six months, maybe more, while I help to form a few group therapies. I think you were even put into one of my groups," she mentioned, grabbing a few pieces of papers from her clipboard and seeing he was on the list but due to his "psychotic tendencies" the staff thought to keep him away from the other patients.<br><br>To Simone it was a great idea considering Taylor would then start to tell his story to the other patients and get them riled up over assuming their own illnesses were false. No, Simone wanted to rev up Taylor and have him on the hinges to keep him longer in the Sanitarium. He would make a great participant and she was not about to let him slip through her fingers. "I think you might be a possibility for being mistaken for the wrong patient. For now, it will take some time to get through the paperwork, call up the investigators and confirm that you are Taylor. It should not take more than one to three days. Yes, I know it is long but the Sanitarium might not want to have a scandal on their hands. Who knows, they might even hold a press conference and formally apologize in front of you for their mistake. If this happens, I say gouge them for money. I never enjoy with doctors make you feel as if you are a guinea pig instead of a human being. When I was a kid, my pediatrician made me think I was a little rat for him to poke at; I hated it." Simone really was laying thick the background to her fake stories. <br><br>"Give me the name and number of the place so I can give them a call later to let them know you are on an "emergency". I doubt they want to get a call with me announcing I am a doctor for the Sanitarium. Not the best way to try and keep your job," she joked, noticing his falter in words. Did he have some sort of attraction to her? She knew some patients had the ability to transfer their adoration onto their doctors. It was the hero complex syndrome which did not work well in this line of field because one never wanted their patients to have crushes or lust after them. It opened up a pandora's box of sexual harassment and getting one's license yanked for misconduct. Nonetheless, Simone had a small smile as she let her own gaze linger over Taylor's physique. The crazy patient really knew how to take care of himself and perhaps she could bring him into the small work out room to get his mind focused while she pretended to make calls and get him out of the Sanitarium. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:03:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The soft voice at her side had her head lolling slowly till dark eyes could settle on the red head standing there, that smile on the girl’s face earning her a quirk of a brow while her mind tried to focus on her words. And while her usual disposition was to be a recluse, she did manage something a faint smile in return before trying to talk. Not that that was easy with her mouth feeling like someone had made her chew on sand.<br><br>It took several attempts to get her voice to sound, her words low and slow. “I am Piper…” A pause then, slender brows dipping into a tight v atop the bridge of her nose, the thought she had had slipping away and forcing her to try and think past the haze of the pain medication. “Oh… yeah…” The words were mumbled to herself before continuing, eyes drifting down to stare at her fingers once more. “Can we go now?”</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:12:33</strong>
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				Cynthia gave the woman a soft smile, very patient and giving her all the time that she needed to figure out how to speak and what she wanted to say.&nbsp; "Hello, Piper," Cynthia said gently, in as much of a reassuring tone as she could.<br><br>The question of being allowed to leave made her stall for a moment, but only for a moment, which she hoped wouldn't be noticed amidst Piper's sluggish reactions.&nbsp; "They're fixing up your room, Piper," she replied with her ever-unending cheery disposition.&nbsp; "Everything's going to be set for you very soon."<br><br>Upon seeing Piper looking at her hand, Cynthia guessed it as an invitation, and started to reach over to take Piper's hand.&nbsp; "Everything's going to be alright."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:41:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>My room?</em> It took a moment for her to think past the need to focus on counting again, mind trying to remember why she had to have a room here. And when it finally surfaced, the frown deepened on her pale features. She didn’t want to stay here - she didn’t need to be here!<br><br>It was the movement of Cynthia’s hand to reach for hers that had her pulling her own hand back and away from the girl, her voice strained. “Please don’t touch me.” Being drugged had not taken away that severe dislike of others touching her and the more she tried to focus on thinking about what the nurse had told her, the more the hazy sensation faded.<br><br>“I don’t need a room. I don’t need to stay in this place..” She didn’t believe what the nurse had said, and why should she when the nurse had seemed content to let her die in a hallway? The attempt to sit up was met with pain in her side that made sent her breath rushing out in a low gasp, right hand shifting to hold onto her ribs while feet tried to slide over the side of the stretcher. “I have to go…”</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 05:01:33</strong>
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				"I'm sorry."&nbsp; Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg)'s hand stopped its approach the moment Piper started to pull away.&nbsp; Cynthia let her hand drop back to her side.&nbsp; "It's going to be ok, though," she reassured, "They're going to have food soon, and - Oh, please don't do that."&nbsp; Both hands quivered next to her, wanting to reach out and offer some comfort to the girl, but she simply refused them, interlocking her fingers behind her back to keep herself from being tempted.<br><br>"Are you hungry?&nbsp; Breakfast is going to come soon.&nbsp; Maybe they'll be able to bring you some in your room if you don't feel up to going out for a bit."&nbsp; She kept her eyes on the other girl.&nbsp; Cynthia wasn't sure what else she could do to help but she wouldn't give up.&nbsp; Maybe just having a friend nearby would help Piper be happy, and Cynthia knew that one of her major talents was making friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 01:27:05</strong>
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				Taylor was clinging to a hope that was based on nothing but the word of the woman who walked next to him.&nbsp; He had no way of knowing if she would actually do as she said and find a way to get him out of there.&nbsp; She seemed to agree with everything he was saying, telling him everything he wanted to hear, but did he notice.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He was the naive sort, and never knew any better.&nbsp; He had never been in such a situation where his very future depended on the word of just one person.&nbsp; Taylor had gone through life on mostly autopilot, not doing anything striking or memorable.&nbsp; If Doctor Simone had bothered to ask him outright about his deviant behavior, she would have found out that he was utterly ordinary.&nbsp; No women's underwear, no freaky fetishes to worry about.&nbsp; A simple jerk to some porn every other night was what he managed.&nbsp; He was as vanilla as it got.<br><br>"Am I going to have to...be part of these groups?&nbsp; I'm sure they're enlightening and all, but I'm having a hard enough time dealing with being in here mistakenly.&nbsp; If I have to participate in these therapy sessions, it might be a little awkward."&nbsp; He said though continued listening to her speak.&nbsp; What she said made sense, red tape and all that.&nbsp; With the number of malpractice suits in the country, it's no wonder that every institution, public and private, are set up in such a way to watch their ass with three other people watching them watch their ass.&nbsp; Taylor sighed heavily but gave in.&nbsp; It seemed to be out of her hands, and he couldn't blame them for not letting him out.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, he was as insane as the rest until proven otherwise.&nbsp; Taylor then laughed at her encouragement to take advantage of the situation.&nbsp; "I can follow that logic, but I really just want to get out of here."&nbsp; He offered.<br><br>He quickly gave her the name and number of his workplace, hoping she would call and take care of things.&nbsp; Of course, she would leave out the part where he was being held in a mental institution.&nbsp; He was sure that his boss would find that little aspect of his absence most interesting.&nbsp; Taylor was grateful for any distraction to take away attention from the slip of words he had just had.&nbsp; In all honesty, he did find Dr. Simone quite attractive.&nbsp; She was very beautiful, and if he were in a more appropriate setting, he would have called her 'hot' even though he reserved such remarks for other places where there was usually music, cigarette smoke, and a few dozen sweaty bodies bumping and grinding on a dance floor.<br><br>"Dr. Simone, I really appreciate what you're doing for me.&nbsp; You know I think most others in here might just wave me off without even listening, but I'm really glad you've taken the time to at least hear me out."&nbsp; He said, thanking her probably more than he should, but given the nature of the situation, he was more than happy to lay on as much respect and appreciation as he could.<br><br>"Will I be staying in my room for the duration until you hear back from the investigator and confirm that I am actually who I say I am?"&nbsp; He asked, rather interested in what his fate for the next three days would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 07:29:47</strong>
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				Coming from Sarah and Annabelle's Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106624.msg4630474#msg4630474)<br><br>Sarah tucked her hair behind her ear as the man guided her into the dining hall. He hadn't spoken much, and oddly enough that was comforting to her. Had he read her file? Did he know what she'd done and if so what did he think. She hadn't meant to hurt Sean but seeing him with that woman. Her eyes flared but she calmed herself taking slow deep breaths trying not to think of the two of them going at it like dogs in heat. <br><br>The smell of food helped, it dragged her mind to the present and she looked up meeting the man's gaze as he pointed towards the window. <strong>”You can order what you want there, go ahead and ask I have to go check on a few of my other patients.”</strong> he said giving her a soft smile before he turned to walk out. <br><br>Sarah bit at her lip and glanced around the dining room, her eyes falling upon the form of a woman with bright red hair and a nose piercing. She only had a view of her from the side, but already she gathered she was one who liked to take charge. Turning away before she could catch her staring, at least that's what she hoped, she turned to the counter and took the food they'd prepared before turning to look for a place to sit. <br><br>Making her way towards a corner table she focused on her plate, trying not to make eye contact nor draw attention to herself. However curiosity caught her in its snares and she looked up and glanced around whilst playing with her food. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 00:08:19</strong>
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				Dr. Alexander Radovich - West Therapy Room<br><br>Alex heard the light little footsteps of the beautiful Yuna behind him as he turned the corner and opened the door to the Therapy Room. His keys were placed back in the pocket of his jacket. The nice white jacket that he was wearing hung just a little bit lower due to the wieght of everything in his pockets. There was no worry of it all falling out or anything else. The whole white lab coat was made out of pretty strong materials, just as Alex had ordered them all to be. He opened the door to the office and inside there was a large black leather couch, with a black leather love seat not too far from the couch. The floor consisted of this soft black carpet that had nice soft little bristles that were easily seen. The walls were painted with a nice pale blue on the walls to keep the room filled with a nice little tranquil feel. And on the right side of the room there was a window to the outside, bright sunlight streamed into the room from it. It made his white lab coat shine a little brighter as he walked in and sat down on the love seat, while he motioned for Yuna to sit down.<br><br>His good hand had to slip into his pocket pull out a roll of gauze and started to wrap the wounded hand with the bandage as he looked at her. "Sit down, please." he said through strained lips as he held the bandage between his teeth and was turning his hand to wrap it in the bandage. He was wrapping it tightly to make sure it did not bleed any more and that it was going to be in a position to heal. The medication that was on the bandage stung a little but he pulled it tight and sealed it off.<br><br>"Yuna, I need to ask you. Why did you do that? What were the thoughts going through your mind as it happened?" Alex asked as he put his bandaged hand down on the armrest of the chair. The pain was minimal for now, or at least minimal for him. Alex had learned to have a very high pain tolerance through all of his time with Raven, so a biting wound on his hand was nothing that he could not handle for a while.<br><br>For now, he needed to find out her motivations and reasons for doing what she had done. But it was more than that, Alex of course knew her reaction was something he could have predicted given her file and her disorder. The important thing was to have her questioning her own logic and reasoning. In that analysis she would hopefully see how irregular her thoughts and actions had been given the situation. Having her realize that she was wrong this time was going to allow him to do some work on her problem and attraction to it. Alex's style was to not talk down to his patients, he was the type who would try to have his patients' realize the problems with their thought pattern and then through that he would work with them to establishing better ways to think and sort out their problems. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 05:32:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Alena - Dining Hall</strong><br><br>"It's impolite to stare."<br><br>Alena said, adjusting the hem of her suit jacket as her plate was handed to her by a cook. She smiled at the man with barely any warmth as she turned to the woman sitting there and playing with her food. It was pretty obviously that this girl was a curious woman and couldn't keep her attentions to herself. She was a pretty little thing, as the good doctor recalled from her file. She was Patient 13 named Sarah Thompson. She was a strange one - but then again, this was an asylum. It wasn't like anything was actually normal here. Heels clicking against the smooth floor, Alena decided to sit with the young woman. Orderlies remained in the room and looked over the pair. She gave them a small wave to let them know that she was fine but that they should stay in range in case the patient became violent or too touchy feeling for her liking. Setting down her plate and crossing her legs in her chair, Alena looked over the young girl. The way her suit and blouse was designed allowed some of her cleavage to show but not enough to be terribly scandalous and from the girl's profile, it felt like it could be in Alena's interest to entice the pretty little thing. It could be a game.<br><br>"Let me introduce myself. I am Alena Mon'Lector, the Co-director of the Rosanam Sanitarium. No need to introduce yourself as I already know who you are. Patient number thirteen, Sarah Thompson. It's a pleasure to meet someone like yourself."<br><br>Her tone sounded professional and yet suggestive in nature. There was a little flare of an accent in her pronunciations that hinted at Russian. Her eyes were exploratory, taking in the girl's appearance, wandering eyes, and way she ate her food. It was all very interesting. She wondered how many more patients she would be meeting today. It would be good to make sure that they understood who was in charge and who they could turn to. She wasn't as charming as Alex when she was in a mood like she was now, but at least she did have her cleverness. Smiling secretively, she lightly touched the girl's wrist as if to correct her posture though her hand lingered a little longer than was necessary.<br><br>"You should eat your food, Sarah. It might get cold while you play with it and we don't tolerate starving patients. We want you healthy, after all."<br><br>Moving her hand back, she took her fork and knife and cut into her french toast, the butter running down the edges of the bread as she cut it. She took a small piece and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly, almost making a show of eating. With a little satisfied sigh, she looked at Sarah with a light smile.<br><br>"I must say, this is rather good."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 06:20:25</strong>
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				Dining Hall - With Alena (Busted)<br><br>Sarah's eyes shot back to her food as she realized the woman was making her way over to her table. Her cheeks flushed as she forced a glance up, hoping she'd turned away towards another table. Her hopes were quashed however as her eyes rose to meet the form of the woman as she took the seat across from Sarah. Sarah couldn't speak, more due to the fact that the woman she'd just been staring at had sat across from her; than anything else. Listening as she introduced herself Sarah gave a soft nod and started to attempt an introduction of her own but the woman continued on to explain that she'd already known who she was.<br><br>If Sarah thought her cheeks were red before, then she honestly couldn't bare to think of how flushed she was now. If she knew who Sarah was, did that mean she knew what she'd done? A shiver ran through Sarahs spine, one of embarassment and self-loathing. But Alena's hand brushing over her wrist had her gaze rising to meet the womans. it was embarassing to think that anyone knew what she'd done to hurt the man she loved, what she'd caught him doing. Was that in her file? What all had the courts told them, had her family spoken with them as well? She feared what her parents might have said. <br><br>As she spoke her name and mentioned her eating Sarah gave a small nod, <strong>"Yes Ma'am..."</strong> she started, <strong>"I'm a bit more used to cold food...to be honest."</strong> As a child her fits of rage were so bad at times that her parents would send her to her room and refuse to let her eat until she calmed down. As always a plate of cold food was waiting for her at the dining room table when she calmed down, but her mother always refused to warm it up, stating; <em>"If you'd eaten when it was made for you it would have been warm."</em> she pushed at her eggs as Alena took a bite of her food and Sarah found her gaze drifting down some over the womans form.<br><br>Her top gave off just enough of her clevage to make Sarah's mind wander for a brief second, before she forced her soft steel colored gaze back to the woman's catching the light smile. As if to prove that she would eat, Sarah took up a small bit of egg onto her fork and brought it to her lips. Chewing slowly she forced herself to swallow it before reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. <strong>"I'm sorry..I'm really not great company...ever..."</strong> she said, setting her fork down and folding her hands on the table beside her plate. She felt cold, cold and small beneath the womans' gaze, though it was by no means a gaze that should make her feel like this. Perhaps it was because the woman had her file and knew what she'd done. <strong>"I'm sorry"</strong> she apologized, though for what she wasn't sure, because the woman had to dine with her? Because she'd read her file? She really didn't know what had compelled her to apologize. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 23:47:59</strong>
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				Orderly<br><br>He saw that Piper was trying to get out of her bed. This was not something that was advised nor appreciated. The orderly moved around the bed to where the patient was trying to get out of the bed. He put his hands in front of her to tell her to stop. He knew not to touch her. It was written in her patient file for at least the personality that was currently in possession of the body. "Piper, please stay in your bed. You will be much more comfortable that way." he said to her. He held the pose there on her proposed exit. He was not going to let her get down from there but he was at least going to be gentle about it.<br><br>He looked over to Cynthia, the girl who was always seeming eager to please. "How would you like to eat together? There is a room that is unused at the end of the hall. You can eat in there and just hang out until we can get a doctor in there." the orderly suggested. He looked at both of the girl that were there in the hall. The watcher heard his words and put out an alert to the doctors of the hospital that someone was going to need to talk to Piper. It was necessary to stop her from going manic since there was a need to calm her down. It was easy to tell from her body language and even from that pained expression in her eyes. The watcher increased the level of the alert to something that was akin to something just below the level of an emergency.<br><br>It was not an alarm like the other ones were, it was just an alert that a patient needed attention, urgent attention or else there was going to be a major problem. It was not something that was to be taken lightly as they knew the watcher was not the type to do things that were unnecessary.<br><br>Alex heard the ringtone on his cellphone from the text message that there was high alert level for Piper. He looked up at Yuna, he needed to address her first before there would be time for him to go see Piper. A patient he had needed to see since she had arrived, but he had knew that it was not exactly the original personality. However it would come in time. And that time was not this very moment even though he knew that it was important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:28:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Cynthia’s protest was overlooked, of course, the intent to get off the bed all the stronger after the mention of breakfast. She didn’t want to eat here! She didn’t want to be here period and being forced to shower in a strange place with a strange woman in the room had already unnerved her more than she cared to admit. All that she wanted, no - <strong>needed</strong> was her room in the dive apartment - her things set up the way she needed them to be, her routine.<br><br>Small, slipper covered feet never even had a chance to touch the floor, the blue pants of an orderly coming into her view as she stared at the tiled floor, a sigh sounding at the voice that intervened with her plans to go back home. Again, the mention of breakfast with the other girl and a doctor - two things that she just wasn’t comfortable with. Why didn’t they understand that and just let her go?!<br><br>“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..” The words were mumbled under her breath, fingers ticking off the numbers till she felt some measure of control. “You are in my space.” The words were only slightly louder, the faint quiver of her voice telling just how out of sorts she was right then. Too many people around her and the orderly’s body was not moving, forcing her to choose between sitting there or allowing another body to touch her own. Considering so many people had already touched her in the span of a few hours, she was forced to argue with herself on whether she could handle another. His attention shifting towards the red head girl frustrated her, she wanted him to move and his unwillingness to do so kept her at the impasse created. </span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:44:46</strong>
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				Cynthia gave the orderly a soft little smile, "That sounds good.&nbsp; I don't think Piper wants to be sociable to just too many people right now."&nbsp; It hadn't really occurred to her until she said it that she was probably included in that list, but if that was true, she would just have to deal with it.&nbsp; This situation was turning into a problem, she could see that and she was afraid that it could only get worse.<br><br>Taking a deep breath as Piper started counting, thinking that it was a bad thing to let her reach ten.&nbsp; "I have an idea."&nbsp; She moved over towards the orderly, keeping her hands behind her back and leaving him room to back up.&nbsp; "Piper, will you promise to go to the room if he lets you just walk there?"&nbsp; Cynthia looked over to her with a soft but persistent hope before looking to the orderly, "And if she promises, will you let her just walk there and not invade her personal space?"&nbsp; Her eyes pleaded softly between the two on this compromise, just hoping that everyone would be able to get along.&nbsp; She hoped she could convince the orderly, but she just didn't know about Piper.&nbsp; Maybe, though...and it never hurt to hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 07:43:18</strong>
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				<strong>Timothy "Tim" Parkinson, Head Orderly, West Wing near Room 1</strong><br><br>Timothy, or Tim as he preferred to be called, quietly roamed the halls of Rosanam to ensure that another alarm was not triggered. Twice in one day, and both before and during breakfast, was not a good sign to the Head orderly that helped to ensure that the patients never got out of hand and bothered the doctors with petty problems. That also included the training of the mini army of orderlies that Rosanam kept staffed. While he couldn't oversee everyone's training, he made a point of making sure that they all knew their duties and the price they would pay should any of them fail at their assigned tasks. So far he had yet to punish a single person, but there always was a first time for everything.<br><br>Walking around Tim wore the white coat that he possessed and was lined with numerous pockets, each filled with a number of things that only Tim himself could actually recall what pocket contained what items. With every step he took his pockets would jingle slightly and indicated just a few of what he kept on person. From simple cold and flu medicine to high grade tranquilizers and everything in between. Tim carried a little of everything that he could. He preferred to be prepared for just about every occasion.<br><br>He felt a slight vibration on his left side and rummage around through different pockets until he pulled out a simple red cellphone and looked at the text that appeared on the screen. An alert had been sent out about Piper, although he preferred to call them by their numbers. It seemed like there was a possibility that Number 11 could soon be causing problems if something was not done soon. Since he was already in the West Wing it took him but a few minutes to navigate the halls to reach the patient hall and saw the one he was looking for being held back by an orderly who stood in the way.<br><br>Stepping down lightly with is pockets jingling once more with each step taken, Tim soon stood next to the orderly and nodded his head. "Thy services shall no longer be. See to Mr Alex to see what it that he needs attending to." he said, dismissing the orderly right there before bowing down to Piper, "Good morning to you Ms. Piper," he said and then turned to slightly bow to Cynthia, flashing them both a smile, "and to you as well Cynthia. I hope you are both adjusting well." he asked and then frowned at Piper. "Please lay yourself back down. You're in no condition to be moving around, do you hear? Please lay yourself back down and breakfast shall be brought to you. You would both like that, correct?" he inquired while then quickly ordered for an orderly to bring up two breakfasts to the patient hall in the West wing and to escort Cynthia to the dining hall when he arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 08:27:36</strong>
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				Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) looked up to the new gentleman, giving Tim a polite nod.&nbsp; "Hello again," she said gently, a bit surprised that the situation required the head orderly's attention.&nbsp; She didn't know what she'd done wrong, and maybe it wasn't even her fault, but she knew that she had to be careful what she did next.<br><br>"I, um..."&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; "Mr. Parkinson, I want to suggest a compromise.&nbsp; Maybe if you let Piper walk to the room on her own, she'll be happy to go with you as long as you don't touch her."&nbsp; The second time she suggested it, her voice was much less certain, the negotiation among equals having fallen to the deference to a higher authority.&nbsp; "I think that, um..."<br><br>Her thoughts and words were interrupted by one of the other orderlies coming over behind Cynthia.&nbsp; "Come along, Ms. Peregris," he said politely but devoid of any kindness or warmth.&nbsp; "It's time for breakfast."<br><br>She looked back over towards Piper.&nbsp; "It'll be ok," she tried to say, wanting to stay but not about to argue.&nbsp; Maybe it was for the best; Piper didn't seem to like her very much either.&nbsp; If all she could do was to stay away for now and let the staff do their job, then maybe that was for the best.&nbsp; Still, somehow it left her feeling a little guilty, unable to shake the feeling that she could have done something more, maybe she could have solved the situation if only things had gone a little differently.<br><br>The walk didn't take very long at all.&nbsp; This orderly was one of the silent types who always seemed to be preoccupied with worries about personal matters.&nbsp; After a few tries of trying to get him to open up a day or two ago, Cynthia had realized that it was best to just keep quiet and walk at his side.&nbsp; It felt so awkward trying to just walk and be quiet, but at least she felt reasonably confident that she hadn't done something to upset him.<br><br>Soon she was at the Dining Hall, walking through the doors and heading into the line to receive her meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 09:02:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The strange way of talking that interrupted the little pow wow between herself, the orderly and the red head had a faint confused look settling onto delicate features while dark eyes shifted between the two orderlies. But if the strange talking was confusing her then the bow completely left her staring at the man, some part of her trying to figure out what the hell was going on.<br><br>Of course that didn’t last long. Not when he admittedly brought up the topic of adjusting well and then promptly told her to lie down as if she was some child. “I don’t need to lie down.” It wasn’t often that she was stubborn but that streak had reared it’s head with the dissolution of her routines and habits. She didn’t understand why they couldn’t just leave her alone and let her leave. All she wanted was to get back to her own place and fix her little rituals so that the world would make sense again!<br><br>And then, the mention of breakfast again. All it took was a glance of dark eyes towards the clock on the wall to know that it was too late in the morning for breakfast - at least by her routine. Add in the fact that she knew it wasn’t going to be <strong>her</strong> breakfast and the panic climbed all the higher.<br><br>“I don’t want breakfast, I don’t want to lie down. I want to go home… now!” Normally calm, quiet voice took on a thin quivering quality while small fingers began ticking through the numbers again, her agitation to the point that she was struggling to make the counting suffice. “And stop crowding me… you are in my space!” How many times did she have to say it before people stopped getting so close to her?!<br><br>When the second orderly showed up, muscles began tensing throughout her frame, eyes darting between the two though it didn't take long to realize that he was there for the red head. Being left alone with the man in front of her certainly did not make her feel comfortable and though she had not known how to react to the red head, she definitely did not want her to leave. The offer of it being alright was met with a tight frown, the urge to simply start screaming till normalcy was returned to her life creeping up in her gut.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 03:20:49</strong>
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				Tim nodded his head at the orderly that came and eventually took Cynthia away for breakfast and left him and Piper there with two trays of breakfast, however it seemed that Piper was going to continuing to fight. Not only did she accuse him of being within her space, when he felt that the four or five feet between them, but she was also refusing to lie back down on the stretcher.<br><br>He frowned and crossed his arms across his chest as he regarded her for a few quiet moments, watching as her fingers count off, and then backed away from her to slightly please but still frowned at her. "You will lie down...now." he said as his voice grew sterner and he looked harshly at her. "You are under the roof of Rosanam and you will abide by the rules and if I say lay down then you WILL lay yourself back down on the stretcher. Do you hear? Besides, you are hurt and in no condition to be moving on your own. Your hurt and need both your rest and food to build up your strength and get better." Looking back at the door, he shook his head and went to the end of the stretcher and guided it to one of the unoccupied rooms and guided the stretcher inside. Whether she liked it or not she would obey the rules of the Asylum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 03:36:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">It was too much for someone that had no coping abilities left open to her. That change in his tone, the change in his stance, was all it took to snap what little control she had on herself. Scalding hot tears welled up in dark eyes - the confusion, fear and frustration simply boiling to the surface in the only avenue of release she had open to her. Both hands lifted to cover her ears, the sobbing high pitched scream erupting.<br><br>The lurch of the stretcher jerked her body that had already took to rocking back and forth, fingers tugging at handfuls of hair too slow to reach out and grab onto the rail. No surprise then that she spilled onto the floor, her wailing screams filling the hallway. Tears slid down pale cheeks to drip from her chin and nose, her head tucking down as she resumed the rocking back and forth.<br><br>It hurt to suck in breaths between the sobs and screams, and there was no understanding in her mind that this was not an appropriate method of coping. They had ripped away her routines, her rituals - this was all that was left open to her.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 05:02:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Alena- Moving from Dining Hall to Piper's room/Hallway</strong><br><br>"Darling girl, there isn't a reason to apologize when you haven't offended me."<br><br>Alena said with a soft smile. Poor thing didn't know what to do with her at all. However, the used to cold food comment wasn't a good sign. It showed that she hadn't been eating healthy growing - probably another reason for some of her illnesses. Neglectful parents always made some of the most fucked up children, after all. Piper was an example of that. However, she watched the girl attempt to eat her food. It was a good attempt, at least. She noticed all the signs that showed how uncomfortable and guilty this woman appeared. Her posture was closed and withdraw, her eyes were constantly wondering, and it was a known habit that when glancing downward and tucking hair back was a sign of being uncomfortable. Alena ate her french toast slowly, analyzing as she always did.<br><br>"Did you think I would not look at your file? I run this institution, darling, along with Doctor Alexander Radovich. Trust me, you are by far one of the easiest cases to handle."<br><br>It might not have been the best thing to say, but it was an opening. It was a sign to let her think less of her own problems and more about what other people might be going through. To make her <em>think.</em> Her file was of the lesser ones of the bunch. Piper was one of the real major problems of the institute with her multiple personalities. Or personality. They weren't really sure. It seemed like a third figure might be there, but it wasn't a known entity. Another oddity that made up that patient. A noise sounded that she had a text message and she made a gesture to excuse herself for a moment. She pulled her phone out from between her ample cleavage and slid the keyboard out. The message was from the Watcher stating what was going on in Piper's room. Barely suppressing grinding her teeth into powder, she closed her phone, put it away and stared down at her food with slight remorse. She wanted to finish it, but she had other things to attend to. Looking up at Sarah, she give her a light smile.<br><br>"You can have my plate if it's easier to eat. I must attend to another patient. More people will be here soon, so no need to worry about being alone. You don't have to sit or interact with them just yet, but know that we will be having a group session after breakfast. Enjoy your meal, darling."<br><br>Alena gave her a light smile and touched her hand before she was soon walking out of the room. She was furious already. That damn head orderly was causing problems. Tim wasn't suppose to be so callous with the damn patients! She was tired of all the fuck-ups. She was as calm on the surface as she was pissed off on the inside. Her steps were unhurried even as she wanted to sprint down the damn hall and wring his fucking neck. It wasn't long before she caught Piper curled up on the floor, crying and wailing. Some of the orderlies were nearing her and she spoke in her controlled manner that got all of their attentions.<br><br>"Get the fuck out of my way before you're the ones crying on the goddamn floor. Tim, stay the fuck away from her. Now."<br><br>The co-director knew that Piper didn't like to be touched, didn't want to be touched, but something needed to change. Danni needed to come out or something and Alena needed to pick the girl up and move her. She may have looked like she could barely lift more than a couple books, but Alena could actually lift this girl up without a problem. Kneeling and ruining her tights on the floor, she didn't quite yet touch Piper, but decided to speak to her first.<br><br>"Piper, you have to let me touch you to alleviate your pain. I'll put you somewhere safe and where no one else will touch you. Will you let me help you?"<br><br>She hoped that over the crying and screaming that the woman would be able to hear her words and understand them. If not, she might have to try to get Danni to come out. She wasn't afraid of Danni and knew that her other personality might be more up for getting help for her injuries as long as she was asked for permission first.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 05:39:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Air was becoming harder to draw in, her side aching to the point that her crying was both from the ruination of her routines and rituals and the aggravation to her ribs. But the panic attack was in full swing and she couldn’t rein it in. She just wanted her space! Her things! Why had they taken her away from her things?! For one who had exerted such control over her environment and life, this had been the worst day of her life. Herded from one place to another, strange people touching her, being naked in front of strangers. It was a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from.<br><br><em>Breathe Piper. Stop screaming, count your breaths and then do your numbers. You can’t get control unless you start breathing.</em> What she thought was just her own inner voice whispered through her mind - stern and yet soothing, the same voice that always spoke up when she was losing control. And right on the tail of that voice came another, a strange voice that she did not know, and while her fingers were still coiled into the long lengths of her hair, tugging and yanking on the heavy locks, and she still rocked back and forth, the screaming at least receded to the harsh gasping sobs.<br><br>“Don’t want to be here…!” Didn’t matter to her that the man had all but brushed off her words, she still repeated them like a child trying to make adults understand. “Where’s my things? I want to go home!” And it didn’t help that there were people standing around staring at her falling apart though she couldn’t figure out why the agitation was growing from that - didn’t understand that it was Danni growing restless and upset.<br><br>The request from the stranger took her awhile to answer, mind frantically trying to find a way to get away from this hell without being touched and yet there was no answer she could find. Finally, a small nod though every inch of her body was tense in anticipation of being touched.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 06:10:45</strong>
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				Tim liked to be prepared for everything as his lined pockets indicated, but when Piper had fallen off the stretcher and began to wail he was anything but ready for the situation that followed. Every instinct within him said that he should reach out and make sure that she was alright, especially to make sure that her injury hadn't gotten worse thanks to the spill that he caused without intention, but he hesitated as he knew that Piper was the one that did not wish to be touched. If it had been one of her other personalities.....but it wasn't and he would have to try and talk to her and maybe make her see that he wasn't as bad as he no doubt made himself to be. Before a single word could be uttered though Alena was soon there and warned him to stay away.<br><br>Tim frowned at the attitude she threw at him, it seemed unprofessional to him, but there wasn't much he could do since she was his boss and he merely an underling to her, but that did not mean that he could not offer whatever services that he could. Shaking his head he did back off a bit but did not retreat to hide himself as he might have another time ago, and rummage through his pockets for a few tissues and bandages, and he kept one hand in his pocket as he offered the things to Alena. "You know I did not mean for all of this to happen. She can't be allowed to walk and yet she kept insisting upon it. I was going to try and take her to an empty room to try and calm her down." he tried to explain, expecting a lash at him at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 08:09:40</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia slipped inside, a bit concerned at the lack of the usual number of people given the late hour.&nbsp; She hated how everything nowadays seemed to be making her nervous; perhaps it was just how she felt exposed in these thin outfits without even any underwear.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just that she wasn't having enough to think about so her mind was wandering a lot more than usual.&nbsp; She wasn't really sure, and she supposed it didn't matter.&nbsp; It just took a little time and patience, making sure that she was calm enough to make sure that she could help keep other people happy as well.<br><br>She waited her turn patiently in the cafeteria, so much of the food looking warm and inviting.&nbsp; She'd be more than happy to start in on eggs, bacon, tater tots and any number of things if only she was able to make sure she could exercise properly and burn it all off.&nbsp; Unfortunately, things such as they were, she was content just to get herself some low-cal cereal and pour in some milk.&nbsp; It wasn't really about eating during breakfast, after all, it was more about making new friends and meeting people.&nbsp; She'd tended not to notice the taste of whatever she was eating about five minutes in after she found someone kind and interesting to talk to.<br><br>After a bit, when Alena was leaving, she noticed an empty seat across from another redhead (Sarah) and decided to move her way over.&nbsp; She left the seat open just in case Alena returned, but took the seat right next to it, giving the other girl a smile.&nbsp; "Hello there," she said with impeccable politeness and an inner joy that just radiated from her.&nbsp; "My name's Cynthia.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you.&nbsp; What's your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 13:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.msg4671175#msg4671175">Quote from: Swordsman18 on 21-05-2011, 00:08:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dr. Alexander Radovich - West Therapy Room<br><br>Alex heard the light little footsteps of the beautiful Yuna behind him as he turned the corner and opened the door to the Therapy Room. His keys were placed back in the pocket of his jacket. The nice white jacket that he was wearing hung just a little bit lower due to the wieght of everything in his pockets. There was no worry of it all falling out or anything else. The whole white lab coat was made out of pretty strong materials, just as Alex had ordered them all to be. He opened the door to the office and inside there was a large black leather couch, with a black leather love seat not too far from the couch. The floor consisted of this soft black carpet that had nice soft little bristles that were easily seen. The walls were painted with a nice pale blue on the walls to keep the room filled with a nice little tranquil feel. And on the right side of the room there was a window to the outside, bright sunlight streamed into the room from it. It made his white lab coat shine a little brighter as he walked in and sat down on the love seat, while he motioned for Yuna to sit down.<br><br>His good hand had to slip into his pocket pull out a roll of gauze and started to wrap the wounded hand with the bandage as he looked at her. "Sit down, please." he said through strained lips as he held the bandage between his teeth and was turning his hand to wrap it in the bandage. He was wrapping it tightly to make sure it did not bleed any more and that it was going to be in a position to heal. The medication that was on the bandage stung a little but he pulled it tight and sealed it off.<br><br>"Yuna, I need to ask you. Why did you do that? What were the thoughts going through your mind as it happened?" Alex asked as he put his bandaged hand down on the armrest of the chair. The pain was minimal for now, or at least minimal for him. Alex had learned to have a very high pain tolerance through all of his time with Raven, so a biting wound on his hand was nothing that he could not handle for a while.<br><br>For now, he needed to find out her motivations and reasons for doing what she had done. But it was more than that, Alex of course knew her reaction was something he could have predicted given her file and her disorder. The important thing was to have her questioning her own logic and reasoning. In that analysis she would hopefully see how irregular her thoughts and actions had been given the situation. Having her realize that she was wrong this time was going to allow him to do some work on her problem and attraction to it. Alex's style was to not talk down to his patients, he was the type who would try to have his patients' realize the problems with their thought pattern and then through that he would work with them to establishing better ways to think and sort out their problems. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yuna sat gingerly on the edge of the black couch, the bicep cuffs preventing her from sitting comfortably. She continued to keep her head down, though by looking up through her eyelashes, she could see Dr. Radovich bandaging up his hand. Yuna winced, knowing her guilt. <br><br>For a moment, she remained silent, rocking in her seat. She could feel the doctor's eyes on her, watching her closely, and she began to wish she had never left her room that day. At least Stella, her roommate, had never subjected her to such scrutiny. At least Stella understood her, never tried to push her limits...<br><br>"I-I don't know!" she burst out suddenly. "It's just, the smell of blood, the colour red! It fills me with such... desire!" Yuna felt herself close to hysteria again, but this time, out of desperation, not hunger. She began to sob in earnest. "Please, doctor... What is wrong with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 22:31:54</strong>
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				From room 3, Miyuki and Geoffry's room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106109.0)<br><br>Miyuki silently followed the orderly from her room, sparing only a momentary glance back at her roommate. A part of her wondered why he wasn't going with them to breakfast as well. He hadn't seemed like a bad person, and spoke almost as little as she did. The woman half thought to ask the orderly, but the notion slipped away almost as soon as the doors closed behind her. She focused her attention to the ground, keeping the orderly's feet just within her gaze so as not to get lost. Curtains of her dark hair hid Miyuki's face from others who were in the halls. The range of smells that entered her nose barely phased the woman, though a particularly strong whiff of ammonia caused her to sneeze. It was perhaps the first sound the woman had made since the incident that lead her to be here, and she immediately winced after it was issued, expecting a punishment.<br><br>Rather than try to hear whatever reaction the orderly may have to her, Miyuki let herself sink back into her mind and continued to follow the man to the dining hall. She only registered that they had entered when the smell of food entered her nose. Would they make her eat? She didn't really deserve food, after all. But rather than say as much, she continued to follow wherever the man chose to lead her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 07:40:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.msg4667465#msg4667465">Quote from: Ryven on 20-05-2011, 01:27:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Taylor was clinging to a hope that was based on nothing but the word of the woman who walked next to him.&nbsp; He had no way of knowing if she would actually do as she said and find a way to get him out of there.&nbsp; She seemed to agree with everything he was saying, telling him everything he wanted to hear, but did he notice.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He was the naive sort, and never knew any better.&nbsp; He had never been in such a situation where his very future depended on the word of just one person.&nbsp; Taylor had gone through life on mostly autopilot, not doing anything striking or memorable.&nbsp; If Doctor Simone had bothered to ask him outright about his deviant behavior, she would have found out that he was utterly ordinary.&nbsp; No women's underwear, no freaky fetishes to worry about.&nbsp; A simple jerk to some porn every other night was what he managed.&nbsp; He was as vanilla as it got.<br><br>"Am I going to have to...be part of these groups?&nbsp; I'm sure they're enlightening and all, but I'm having a hard enough time dealing with being in here mistakenly.&nbsp; If I have to participate in these therapy sessions, it might be a little awkward."&nbsp; He said though continued listening to her speak.&nbsp; What she said made sense, red tape and all that.&nbsp; With the number of malpractice suits in the country, it's no wonder that every institution, public and private, are set up in such a way to watch their ass with three other people watching them watch their ass.&nbsp; Taylor sighed heavily but gave in.&nbsp; It seemed to be out of her hands, and he couldn't blame them for not letting him out.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, he was as insane as the rest until proven otherwise.&nbsp; Taylor then laughed at her encouragement to take advantage of the situation.&nbsp; "I can follow that logic, but I really just want to get out of here."&nbsp; He offered.<br><br>He quickly gave her the name and number of his workplace, hoping she would call and take care of things.&nbsp; Of course, she would leave out the part where he was being held in a mental institution.&nbsp; He was sure that his boss would find that little aspect of his absence most interesting.&nbsp; Taylor was grateful for any distraction to take away attention from the slip of words he had just had.&nbsp; In all honesty, he did find Dr. Simone quite attractive.&nbsp; She was very beautiful, and if he were in a more appropriate setting, he would have called her 'hot' even though he reserved such remarks for other places where there was usually music, cigarette smoke, and a few dozen sweaty bodies bumping and grinding on a dance floor.<br><br>"Dr. Simone, I really appreciate what you're doing for me.&nbsp; You know I think most others in here might just wave me off without even listening, but I'm really glad you've taken the time to at least hear me out."&nbsp; He said, thanking her probably more than he should, but given the nature of the situation, he was more than happy to lay on as much respect and appreciation as he could.<br><br>"Will I be staying in my room for the duration until you hear back from the investigator and confirm that I am actually who I say I am?"&nbsp; He asked, rather interested in what his fate for the next three days would be.</span><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>While Simone wanted to keep with this faux trust in believing everything Taylor had to say, she needed to slow down on promising the moon and the stars to gain his trust. Instead, she had to throw a few doubts here and there about ever leaving the Sanitarium, at least, right away. "Apologies, but I cannot authorize you to moved out of your room with the other patient without talking to Doctor Radovich. Besides, I do not even have the keys to even remotely let you out of the room without an orderly present. I can easily talk to a patient but can I even open the door to wish them a good night? Not really." Simone nodded over to the ordely who had listened in on the conversation in bits and pieces only to blush and narrow his eyes at his name being brought into the conversation. Did the orderly have some sort of crush on either Taylor or herself? Simone looked him up quickly and could see he would fall into the category of what the gay community called "twink." She bet the orderly would enjoy having Taylor rough him up and play Big Daddy to him. <br><br>Even if the orderly was into being dominated by other tough, strong, males, Simone needed to keep her attention and focus on Taylor. In fact, as she heard the alarm go out, Simone audibly winced and shook her head. "It looks as if someone got out of hand Taylor. We might have to cut our conversation short in a little while if I am needed but I will do the best as I can in my position here at the Sanitarium to have you released as quickly as possible. I know it is not going to take a few hours so I will not lie and say it is going to be easy. The Sanitarium will have to talk to the Board of Directors for the other Sanitarium's in the county and hope they only get a few fines and not have their license revoked." Some of what she said was bullshit considering she had yet to hear of any institution shut down. Sometimes they were given a slap on the wrist or had to rename their mental ward but nothing ever changed but the patients and the ways to help them become better individuals in society.<br><br>For Taylor, Simone could see he would need some help to come back from his halluciniations and reprogram him into something more suitable for society's tastes or at least for her research. "As for the groups, you might be involved with them and I suggest going just to get a look at the people the Sanitarium is looking to help better and bring them back to a level of being able to function without any assistance. Some are here for a few months while others will be here for years because of how fast and hard the condition has become for their minds." Simone pointed to a few of the patients taken out of their rooms and moved towards the cafeteria to have their breakfasts. She looked towards her watch knowing she only had so much time to spare before helping with group therapy. Simone wondered over how many would be in the group tonight if all of them ended up causing mayhem on the first day of group sessions. <br><br>"What I try to do is listen first and judge later. If I go right off the bat with judging you, I bet we might never have realized a mistake could be made with your paperwork. For now, I can have an orderly check in on you and you are more than welcome to defend yourself in case your other roommate starts to hassle you. As far as I can tell, he might be harmless save with a little rage every now and then. Just leave him alone and he will leave you alone." Simone had yet to see the file for the other patient having noticed some of the files had a few blank spots in them which she guessed were left to make comments about the patients. "If you do feel fearful of your life, just ask the orderly to ask for me or to be taken out while they calm down the other patient." Hopefully, the other patient would not wail on Taylor or try to choke him out in his sleep. She had seen a few patients who seemed normal turn to brutality at night and one had even raped his roommate. Hopefully, Taylor knew how to fight off someone wanting a piece of his ass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 09:53:01</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Alexander Radovich - West Therapy Room</strong><br><br>Her outburst was not something that Alex did not expect, it was the most predictable thing she could have done . He just was not going to react to it like she would probably want.. Coddling, holding and brushing his fingers lightly across her skin were not something he could give her right now. All he had for her at the moment were words. Words he was going to use to help her in her plight. <br><br>“Youn, calm down and take a breath, think back to when you first felt this desire. What triggered it? “ he asked her in calm soothing voice that should be used more for telling lullabies than working on psychology. However it was quite an effective tool at calming patients down. But he knew that was probably not going to be the only thing necessary to calm down this patient.<br><br>As resourceful as he was, there was always something else that he could use. Her file made it as clear as day what Yuna liked for him to do to make her calm. So he had&nbsp; thought earlier that he was not going to touch her to calm her down, there was a need this time. She was getting a little riled up by his questioning.<br><br>Alex stood up from the loveseat and moved so that he was standing over her, looking down. The injured hand was buried deep in his pocket quickly, while the other hand reached out and touched her on the head petting gently. He was careful not to ruffle her hair but he was petting her and running his hands through her hair nonetheless.<br><br>“You need someone who cares about you, Yuna. I care for you, do you know that? I want to see you get better and I will help you get better.&nbsp; Now think back, to that first time the desire overtook you. And describe it all to me.” Alex spoke the words in comfort while also using them as a tool for her rehabilitation. He did want Yuna better, he just had to help to control her impulses and above all, keep her calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 10:29:39</strong>
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				"I don't know! I don't know!" Yuna continued to sob hysterically. She was aware that the doctor was still looking at her calmly from where he sat over at the loveseat. How could he look at her so gently, speak to her so calmly? Did he know know she was a monster? Heck, he had already seen her at her worst, when she was feasting on blood! No, Yuna could not calm down. Or perhaps, she would not, knowing that to be calm and rational now was to face her guilt and shame.<br><br>And then Doctor Radovich stood up and walked towards her until he was right before her. Yuna looked up at him through her teary eyes, wondering, fearing what was going to come next. He lifted his hand, and Yuna flinched instinctively, expecting a blow. But the large hand only petted her head softly, running his fingers through the chocolate-coloured hair which she was rather proud of. Slowly, her sobbing fell silent and a quiet purr escaped her throat. She leaned her face against the doctor's belly, inhaling the smell of disinfectant on his white coat.<br><br>"Do you really think I can get better, doctor?" she asked softly, hopefully. "I have been like that all my life, for as long as I remember... Maybe I was born this way. Maybe it is my fate to be a monster." She smiled bitterly at that thought. <br><br>Yuna took a deep breath, pushing those angry thoughts from her mind. The doctor was waiting for her reply. "I-I am not sure what triggered it the first time..." she began hesitantly. "Subsequently, I always craved cutting myself when I felt stressed. Just to see the blood and to taste it. But that first time, it was an accident..." She shuddered as the memory flashed through her mind. The doctor's hand was still on her head; it helped her to remain sane for now, helped her think more clearly. "I broke something, a glass, I think... I was so young I didn't know that I shouldn't touch broken glass. I tried to pick the broken pieces up and the next thing I knew, there was this warm sticky substance on my fingers..." Yuna's breathing grew shallow and quick. The memory was arousing her, despite she having tasted blood only so recently...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 11:00:33</strong>
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				"Yuna, where were your parents to help you with the glass? What happened when they found you?" Alex rattled on with the questions as his fingers worked through her hair and then down to brush against the side of her cheek. The hand quickly found its way back up to her hair that was so beautifully maintained and something he expected to be maintained. He looked down at her like a father would his daughter. Alex really did care for his patients, knowing the fate that he was going to push them into was beside the point. While still in this stage they were people he needed to help.<br><br>"Anyone can get better they just need the right help and support." Alex spoke with a confidence that would display the power behind his words, he was quite convinced that he could make people better. And in a few weeks he expected Yuna to be just a little better. All he needed was to break through her walls a little more and get to the source of the problem, Which he was starting to see as a lack of affection on the part of her parents which led to a need to obsess about something she felt would give her nourishment. Instead of turning to friends or even telling her parents there was a problem, she chose to latch onto blood and pain.<br><br><br>Alex was going to need her to feel that there was no need to turn internally for support, she could find it from others. That was something that to instill in her was going to take quite a while. He hoped she gave him the chance to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 13:29:52</strong>
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				Yuna tried to focus her attention on the hand in her hair and the clinical smell of disinfectant, so different from the stench of blood. The smell helped her remember the next part of the story. Swallowing, she continued, "My parents were out at that time. I was alone at home. I don't have any siblings and I don't live with my grandparents. I think my parents had gone out for a while only, but I don't remember where they went. I don't know how much time had passed while they were out either, but I don't think they were gone for more than an hour. And when they came back... I know I had to get stitches done, because I can still see a bit of the scar. But I don't remember much else. My mother was very kind to me, though, while I had those bandages. I think I couldn't really eat for days, because all I could think of was..." she faltered here, then forced herself to finish her sentence. "...the taste of my blood."<br><br>She stopped again, trying to control yet another all out panic attack. She could bear it if she were to attack Dr. Radovich for the second time within an hour! And she was sure the sanitarium wouldn't tolerate a patient going out of hand like that. She would be locked down, put into solitary, or something. In her desperation, she clung to the doctor's words: "Anyone can get better..." Part of Yuna, the part that harboured the gulity pleasure of the taste of blood and the sensation of pain, did not want to get better. But the other part of her, which was still mildly sane, if only in shock of what she had done to harm herself and others, wanted in earnest to put all this behind her and move on...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 04:27:58</strong>
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				"My dear, it is okay. Stop thinking about it for now. But we will have to break down this scene later. I understand your need for blood and I don't want to send you into another panic attack. So I won't push you farther, however." Alex said as he knelt down before her and looked in her eyes as his hand came down to brush across the side of her face. With his other hand, he produced a key. He worked it to back of the bicep binders that he unconsciously knew the location of the lock. He turned it and unlocked them.<br><br>"I feel we need to talk about something. Now, I need you to be a good girl for this next part. Will you be a good girl for me?" Alex requested of her as he pulled the binders off her biceps. He was searching those eye that lay directly in front of him as he continued to run his hand along her cheek. What Alex was planning was not sexual and it was therapeutic. Though he could see how this little gesture could be seen in an interesting light. His option here was to give her affection as a form of calming her down. And once her binders were off, he pulled her into a hug, it was tight and quite the embrace. He knew she did not like her personal space invaded but he knew she needed some kind of thing to calm her down right now, which is why the Watcher triggered some slow soft classical music in the room.<br><br>"I am not here to hurt you, I am here to help you. Holding you like this brings me joy, Yuna, because I care about you as your doctor. Do you trust me at least on that Yuna?" his voice was soft and not above a whisper as to disrupt the music. He wanted her to feel safe and give him that trust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 06:01:44</strong>
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				It was a set back although a minor one.&nbsp; He would have to be content with sharing a room with a crazy person until everything was sorted out.&nbsp; He could do that.&nbsp; Sure, he could.&nbsp; Taylor jokingly referred to his coworkers as crazy now and then, but this was the real thing.&nbsp; Wouldn't be so bad, or at least that was what he was telling himself.&nbsp; "I hope you can work something out with him.&nbsp; I...honestly don't wish to stay in a room with a potentially dangerous person."&nbsp; Taylor said, making his opinion on the matter rather clear.&nbsp; He was surprised to find out that the doctors didn't carry keys to the patient rooms themselves.&nbsp; Rather odd.&nbsp; He would have thought they did.&nbsp; It would surely make things easier for the head staff to have keys.&nbsp; An alarm suddenly broke his train of thought, and his attention turned to Dr. Simone again.<br><br>"Of course, doctor."&nbsp; He answered to her before she continued to explain that it might very well be a day or two before anything could be done for him.&nbsp; He wasn't privy to the inner workings of a sanitarium or how the laws applied to them.&nbsp; He never anticipated being in one, but there he found himself.&nbsp; Taylor had to take everything she said with as much truth as any person left in the dark.&nbsp; The power of a white long coat on a person's body did wonders for their credibility.&nbsp; Anyone with a name tag, clipboard, and a white coat could get almost anyone to believe anything if they did it with an air of authority.&nbsp; That was the premise of the Milgram research done back in the 60's using just that method.&nbsp; He learned a bit about it in school yet he was still quite gullible in this situation.&nbsp; He really had no choice though.&nbsp; It was either cooperate or be forced into a more uncomfortable situation.<br><br>"Uhh...alright."&nbsp; He agreed though couldn't really think of why he would need to be involved or even get a look at them.&nbsp; He didn't belong there.&nbsp; He didn't want to be there, so why even make an effort to blend in or be comfortable.&nbsp; That annoyed Taylor a bit though he tried not to let it show.&nbsp; The cafeteria intrigued him though.&nbsp; It was around the time for breakfast, and he was getting kind of hungry.<br><br>"You make it sound as if he is already planning to kill me, doctor?&nbsp; Is he really that violent?"&nbsp; Taylor asked, referring to his would-be roommate for the next couple of days.&nbsp; "If he's going to try to start something, I'll make sure to finish it."&nbsp; He said, letting the testosterone laden machismo peek through a bit.&nbsp; He wasn't afraid to get in a fight for his own defense.&nbsp; Wouldn't make it any easier on him though.&nbsp; "I will do that.&nbsp; Thank you, doctor, for all your help.&nbsp; I hope I can be out of here soon.&nbsp; You said your name was doctor Simone..."&nbsp; He said, extending his hand and leaving the statement open for her to finish with her last name as he had let it slip his mind because of his concern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 08:10:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sarah In the Dining Hall w/ Cynthia</strong></span></div><br>Sarah tucked her hair behind her ear, blushing at the woman's words. <strong>”No..I wasn't thinking that. I just...”</strong> she paused and let her fork rest upon her plate as Alena checked her phone. Staring at her plate she wondered if she made a complete idiot of herself when Alena spoke again catching her attention. <strong>”Thank you for sitting with me...”</strong> she managed as the woman rushed off, and Sarah found herself hoping that all was all right. <br><br>Barely was Alena's seat empty when another girl sat across from Sarah making her shift catching her off guard at her “sudden” appearance. Like her she was a red head, but didn't seem a natural as a small tid bit of her roots were showing. As she introduced herself Sarah gave a small smile and tilted her head, <strong>”I..I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you.”</strong> she&nbsp; stared down at her plate as Cynthia's cheery attitude seemed to radiate all around her. <br><br><strong>”Sorry I'm kinda horrible to be around. Not much fun really. Not when I'm like this...”</strong> she stabbed at her eggs with her fork before pushing her plate away. The girl seemed happy, even in this place and Sarah felt guilty about trying to push her away. She always did that and it always ended badly. She knew she'd still have to deal with the group setting but she wasn't sure today would work. What if she said she was sick.<br><br>Glancing up she looked to see if Cynthia was still sitting across from her. Perhaps it wouldn't be so hard. Trying to make a friend here. She always had friends, even if they didn't get her moods. Even after she'd pushed them away, her other moods took care of her fuck ups. <strong>”Sorry...I really just need to stop feeling sorry for myself...”</strong> she said, <strong>”How are you?”</strong> she asked trying to seem cheery for the girl. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 08:54:55</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia gave the girl a bright smile, looking a little confused at the apology.&nbsp; "Why are you sorry?" she asked gently.&nbsp; "You've been nothing but nice and polite to me."&nbsp; She kept her smile brightly burning, hoping for it to be infectious.&nbsp; However, it had to fade a little, but only a little, once her new friend Sarah indicated a problem.<br><br>"Is something wrong?"&nbsp; She reached out a hand to place over Sarah's, wanting to comfort however she could.&nbsp; "You can tell me if you want, but you don't have to if it's a secret."&nbsp; A soft flash of warmth returned to her lips at that.&nbsp; "Though I should warn you: I'm very good at keeping a secret, if it would help."<br><br>Cynthia was just never the type to give up or stop trying.&nbsp; It was the type of attitude in school that helped her get good grades and always make new friends.&nbsp; It stood to reason that Sarah was just a little shy, but everyone wanted to open up and make new friends whenever they could.&nbsp; If Cynthia was patient enough, she knew everything would be alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 09:11:03</strong>
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				Sarah tilted her head the woman, her eyes taking in the warmth of her smile. <strong>"Not really...no I don't have a problem per-say."</strong> she began. Who was she kidding though, she was locked up in the looney bin for turning her boyfriend into a human pin-cushion. She tried to return the smile and glanced down at the hand that covered hers. <strong>"But thanks, I'll remember that. I'm sure I'll need someone to confide in that's not going to analyze everything I say."</strong> she bit her lip lightly. She hated these moods of hers, the touch, the simple touch that normally wouldn't make her feel like curling up in a corner and crying, it was driving her nuts. <br><br>She was so used to being the touchy feely one, the one that burst any and all personal bubbles. She just wanted to sleep and wake up normal for once instead of never knowing what could change her mind through the day. She forced herself to cover the hand that covered hers and gave yet another weak smile. <strong>"Can I ask why you're here?</strong> she said, feeling it might bee a bit personal, but she felt like she wouldn't be rid of the girl either way so she might as well find out what had happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 09:27:57</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>"Well, I'll listen," she admitted.&nbsp; "I don't even know how to analyze, though."&nbsp; She left her hand over Sarah's, simple human contact to remind Sarah that everything would be alright.&nbsp; Though she could easily pull away if she had any hint that Sarah didn't want her touch her, she'd rather keep the contact and show that whatever made Sarah so sad didn't really bother Cynthia.<br><br>The question of why Cynthia was here, however, made her more embarrassed.&nbsp; "Well, um..."&nbsp; She took a breath.&nbsp; "I sort of...stole a car.&nbsp; It was an accident, though.&nbsp; And I wrecked it, and hurt the man who was coming to..."&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; "It was all a big mistake...we can talk about what happened with you if you like, but we don't have to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 10:12:47</strong>
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				Sarah sighed at Cynthia's mention of her mistake. <strong>"I screwed up big time too...I didn't even realize what I was doing until after..."</strong> she pulled her hand away and shifted in her seat. She couldn't even say what she'd done aloud any more. Brushing her hair back she glanced down. <strong>"I...I'm so embarrassed. I don't know that I can..I mean to say, I'm so freaked out by what I've done I don't know that I can share that easily...</strong> she had had to tell the court, and the cops what she'd done and why. But this woman in front of her? No she couldn't possibly.<br><br>Shifting in her seat she wrapped her arms around herself. There was no way in hell she'd be able to do this group thing, she was starting to feel trapped, and she felt guilty that Cynthia had told her what had happened, when she herself wasn't willing to share. <strong>"I hurt someone I love...didn't mean to, didn't realize I'd done it, but I hurt them and now I'll never get their forgiveness."</strong> That was all she could say, it was too embarrassing to face the fact that her boyfriend had cheated on her, and she'd nearly killed him. That she'd walked in on him doing some girl she'd never seen before, in their bed. A small tear streaked over her cheek and she swiped it away hoping Cynthia hadn't seen it. <strong>"I'm such an idiot though I should have seen what was happening before it got that far...</strong> she murmured without knowing she had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 10:20:00</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia got up from her seat, starting to circle around the table.&nbsp; "Everyone has mistakes, Sarah."&nbsp; She came around to behind the girl.&nbsp; "Everyone goofs things up sometimes."&nbsp; She reached out from behind Sarah, attempting to give her a big hug from the chair.&nbsp; "It'll be ok.&nbsp; What's important is that you feel sorry for whatever happened, because that shows that you care.&nbsp; As long as you care, you can always work on making things better, learning how to be a better person and just never giving up."<br><br>Her tone was warm and kind.&nbsp; "Sometimes it's not about being forgiven by others, Sarah.&nbsp; Sometimes it's just about forgiving yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 02:59:41</strong>
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				Sarah nodded at the woman's words and grasped her own hands in her lap as Cynthia put her arm around her. Blushing Sarah tried to keep her breathing slow. She couldn't forgive herself for hurting someone she was supposed to love. Then again he'd hurt her. No it was right, she didn't need to apologized, he'd hurt her first. Sarah pursed her lips and gave a contemplative nod to Cynthia. She wasn't going to say that out loud, she was just going to keep her nose clean in this place and get out. That was all there was to it. <strong>"I guess..</strong> she started, <strong>So...this group meeting, how long is it supposed to last....</strong> she felt her mood changing some, it was a bit lighter, but she felt a bit annoyed. Trapped even. She only hoped it didn't show on her face, Cynthia seemed genially&nbsp; nice and she was in no way the cause for her discomfort. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 03:10:53</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>She just kept her hold on the girl, trying her best to be reassuring and supportive.&nbsp; Sometimes that's all people needed, and she knew the power of a hug to brighten one's spirits.&nbsp; "It'll be ok," she said warmly.&nbsp; "Besides, we both have a friend now, right?"<br><br>As far as the question as to how long the meeting was supposed to last, Cynthia just shrugged a bit.&nbsp; "I'm not sure.&nbsp; One of the orderlies said that they wanted to give a meeting, but those alarms from before probably pushed everything back a bit.&nbsp; It's probably best if we stay here for a while and just wait, but at least we can talk to people and all here, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 03:24:38</strong>
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				Sarah could only nod at the woman. <strong>"I..I want to draw...do something....but I don't think I get to have my stuff like that....at least I don't think so."</strong> she really did wish to draw, to just immerse herself in her own little world. Somehow she didn't think that Cynthia would let her off that easy. <strong>"I'm really not in a people moment right now."</strong> she confessed. <strong>"I don't mind talking with you, but....I don't know....I'm sorry..."</strong> Looking around Sarah thought on what the woman had said, and then back to how quickly Alena had left. <strong>"You don't think anything's wrong do you?"</strong> she asked with a tilt of her head, <strong>"I mean, if something has happened that its pushing things back, are we okay?</strong> she bit her lip, her eyes wandering around even more resting only a moment on other patients before her gaze rested on Cynthia. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 04:03:24</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia nodded, giving Sarah one last squeeze before slipping away.&nbsp; She didn't seem offended at all; on the contrary, she was happy that Sarah felt confident enough to speak up and give her opinion.&nbsp; "That's fine, Sarah."&nbsp; She went back over to her seat to start eating again.&nbsp; "As far as what's wrong, I'm not sure.&nbsp; I saw both Dr. Alex Radovich and Dr. Alena Mon'Lector busy with patients, so if both the co-directors are busy, it's probably serious, but I'm sure we're both safe."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "Some people just need help more than others, I think."<br><br>Then an idea occurred to her.&nbsp; "As far as drawing..." She looked around for a moment, checking around to see if she recognized any of the orderlies.&nbsp; "Maybe some of the orderlies can bring something for you if you ask?&nbsp; There's one Samuel who's been very nice, so maybe he can get something if he's around..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 23:33:07</strong>
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				<strong>Orderly Phillip</strong><br><br>He was leading her into dining hall as he noticed that little hesitance that he had seen when he had come to get her out of her room. It seemed she was still going to need more motivation to get her to eat some food. It was something he should have suspected. But still he always thought that a person would still want the basics. However even the basics could get lost in thoughts, he guessed. Phillip put his powerful hand on her shoulder, as a sign of reassurance. His gaze tried its best to look into hers. She was a really beautiful girl, all she really needed to do was get that focus. <br><br>"Miyuki, what do you want to eat? You need to eat. It is good for you." Phillip spoke to her with a nice, reassuring tone. He gave her a light little smile to further emphasize the point of his words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 23:52:42</strong>
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				The orderly who had been there the whole time was watching Piper and Alena talk. Piper just did not seem all that willing to listen to the Co-Director. It was a weird sight to see, someone who was not fully listening to everything that the scariest girl in the place had to say for once. He approached Piper from the side. It was best to get the girl to stand, that way there was a possibility of actually getting her to go somewhere. He stood before her and offered her a hand, not caring that the Co-Director could possibly reprimand him for his actions, all he was doing was his job.<br><br>"Piper, come on get up, we need to get you to lie down and rest to sleep off some of the pain." he told her, it was not a voice that was commanding, he was no Alex or Alena, it was much more like a request so that he could help the poor girl. Though he knew what Piper had done, he saw her more of as a victim than as a predator. He knew the predator was inside of her, but it did not scare him all that much, he knew how to treat a girl right, especially a female patient as pretty as Piper.<br><br>"A beautiful girl like you does not need to be on the floor, you will get dirty." this further comment was meant to incite a least a little blush out of the girl, though he was not sure that was even possible considering how she seemed to reject all sexual things, but a compliment was not meant to be sexual, it was meant to be just that a compliment mixed in with a further request for her to get off the floor by grabbing his hand. Her touching him was not going to be disruptive to her therapy as him touching her. Plus, Alena's little tactic did not seem to be working, it probably had to do with the amount of abuse which Piper had to sustain from her mother. It meant that Piper was much more likely to accept his help over Alena's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 08:41:42</strong>
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				Yuna concentrated on the doctor's soothing voice. He seemed so kind, so understanding. For the first time, Yuna felt really safe here. Oh, of course Stella, her roommate made her feel safe too! Stella respected her need for personal space, and she respected her problems, which were similar to her own. In the months that Yuna had spent at Rosanam, sleeping in the same room as Stella, she had begun to regard her as a sister of some sort. But now, with Dr. Radovich stroking her hair and cheek, Yuna felt comforted. The doctor had seen her at one of her worst ever since she had come to this sanitarium, but instead of scolding her or punishing her for being a bad child, he had assured her that he would do everything he could to cure her. And after she had bitten him too!<br><br>Yuna heard the jangle of keys, then something very cold pressed against her arms, locked as they were behind her. There was a quiet click, then the doctor pulled the hated bicep cuffs off her arms. Yuna was puzzled. Wasn't it the iron rule in this sanitarium that she must always be with her arm binders when she was out of her room? Yuna looked at Dr. Radovich quizzically, but did not dare move her arms from behind her back. <br><br>Her unasked question was answered when the doctor pulled her petite frame into a tight hug. It probably would not have been an exaggeration to say Yuna's heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine, and she suddenly felt very faint. "P-please..." she whispered weakly, trying to struggle, though her muscles, already strained from her previous fight, did not seem to respond. Her breaths were coming short and shallow again; she did not seem to be able to get enough oxygen to her body, and yet she could not make herself take deep breaths. <br><br>The doctor spoke again, but the base instinct of fear clouded her understand of those words. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and the final thing she was aware of, was the soft sound of a piano playing in the background, before darkness claimed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 05:18:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Red rimmed dark eyes shifted between the female, the orderly holding out the tissue silently and now another orderly - all of them just a bit too close so that she felt like she was being closed in. It wasn’t comfortable for her in the least and it was becoming harder and harder for her to remain cooperative with so many surrounding her. The urge to run was nearly choking her though the voice that whispered through her mind kept reminding her that there was no where to run. She was trapped - held prisoner in a strange place where no one understood her or her needs.<br><br>The hand extended to her was stared at as if it would turn into a snake and bite her, her hesitation stemming simply from the fact that she had already decided that each person in this place meant to hurt her. And who could blame her for that thought? She had no recollection of the things Danni had done, she didn’t even understand why she was here to begin with! The compliment that was given from the orderly brought a quick confused frown to delicate features, fragile looking frame instinctively pulling back. She had never considered herself beautiful, for that matter, she had never been too comfortable with anyone else telling her she was pretty or beautiful. Why she didn’t like it, she didn’t know - it was just a distinctly uncomfortable feeling in her gut that left her with a massive urge to scrub herself till her skin was raw. <br><br>It was just a hand and an offer to take her to a place she could sleep - not quite what she wanted right at that moment, but she had already deduced that they weren’t going to let her go home. She likely didn’t even have a home anymore and that thought only made the panic sitting heavy in her chest rise all the more till she was trying to pant for breaths, her side aching horribly despite the pain medication that had been given. “Need my things…” There was no way she would be able to sleep - she knew that. She needed her things, needed order and control to be established before she’d ever be able to relax and rest. </span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 08:53:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Alena had seen the small nod and she was getting tired of her fucking staff trying to dictate how to do her job by making subtle hints that they were disobeying her direct orders. The orderly who now stood next to her and offering sweet empty words and his hand was getting on her last nerve. But none of her aggravation showed on her face. It was irritating the fuck out of her that her staff was stupid and thought to undermine her authority and break all the goddamn rules in one fucking day. It wasn't long before she heard Piper say she needed her things so she looked at her orderlies who were standing around like idiots with odd looks on their faces. She thinned her lips into a stern line before she spoke.<br><br>"Get her books from the storage locker."<br><br>They knew where to go to find the access to the lockers. The Watcher knew what she was doing and saying and so it was pointless to specify that orderlies were heading down there. She looked at Piper and gave her a look that told her to brace herself for being touched. Alena leaned in carefully, not getting close to her face before she swept the small girl up and into her arms. She was so slight it almost felt like she wasn't in her arms. Alena wasn't as strong as a man, but still, this girl felt so fragile. She whispered soft words to Piper as she picked her up.<br><br>"I promise not to hurt you. I'll take you somewhere no one will bother you."<br><br>Her orderlies moved out of her way or she gave them death glares to get the fuck out of the way. You didn't mess with Alena when she was on the war path and she was with her entire staff. She was going to punch one of her orderlies once she had Piper settled. It was a short walk to get to a secluded room, knowing that Aishling was still in the other room. This room was unoccupied and would be the room Piper would be using while she recovered. It was set up the same as the other rooms, but now a small pile of books that were Piper's were set on the opposite bed. Alena gently set Piper down, taking great pains to make sure she didn't cause any unnecessary pain. Once she was laying down, the co-director grabbed the stack of books and set them in neat order for Piper to read at her leisure. Two orderlies were posted outside the room, the door slightly ajar. It gave her privacy that she needed. No one would bother her here.<br><br>"If you need anything, there's two orderlies down the hall and a button on the desk to push to ring the security office. They will contact me and I will come right away. Rest now, Piper. You're safe here."<br><br>Alena didn't stay for long. Soon, she was out the door, some of the orderlies standing off to the side and out of view of the room. She tried to keep her cool, but her expression was the only thing that remained stoic when she pulled her arm back and punched one of her orderlies square in the face, breaking his nose instantly. He didn't let out a scream, instead, he held his hands over his face to keep the sound in. She licked the blood from her knuckles as she watched him bleed, almost smirking in delight at the pain he was in. But the expression was gone in a flash.<br><br>"Get him cleaned up and this hall cleaned up. Now get the fuck out of my sight."<br><br>It wasn't long before they all did as they were told while she made her way down the hall and back towards her office. She needed some space and some time to adjust her mood. As much as she had immense control over her facial expressions, her temper was too volatile to deal with any more transgressions. Combing her fingers through her hair, she moved with a stiff back until she made it to her office door. Thankfully, her office was sound-proof. Alena undid all the locks on her door and stepped across the threshold. It didn't take long before a few things in her office were broken and destroyed on the smooth floor. It only took minutes. However, her calm returned as she sat down at her desk and rested her head on her arms.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:04:56</strong>
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				Sarah Thompson Dining Hall<br><br>Sarah's mind tried to process that, it was serious but they were safe? Sarah didn't feel safe to tell the truth. Looking back, she didn't even remember the trip here. What had happened. Even the court case was a bit fuzzy. Sighing she decided that she wasn't going to eat anything else. She wasn't hungry, she was too anxious and freaked out to. She knew that some people did need help, and she really felt like she was just a waste of space, someone who shouldn't be here. <br><br>She perked up slightly though as Cynthia mentioned someone getting her something to sketch with. Looking around she hoped to spot the orderly she had yet to meet. <strong>"What's he look like? Besides nice?</strong> she asked, trying to sound like she was making a joke. She wasn't sure if she'd succeeded or not. She noticed some of the other patients, and worked on avoiding eye contact. One person was enough for Sarah to talk with right now. She didn't want to be surrounded with more perky, or even worse someone with attitude. <strong>"Do you see him?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:25:49</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>"Oh, there he is!" she said with a smile of relief, grateful to be able to help out her new friend.&nbsp; "I'll be right back."<br><br>She crossed the room in quick and deliberate strides, dodging past the various tables and not wanting to keep Sarah waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary.&nbsp; "Hey, Samuel.&nbsp; Could I ask a favor?"<br><br>Samuel turned to look over to her, his gaze perfectly professional and intent on assisting a patient.&nbsp; "Certainly, Cynthia.&nbsp; What can I do for you?"&nbsp; He seemed to be as happy as he always was, which was one of the things that Cynthia simply adored about him.<br><br>"Well," she turned over to look back towards Sarah.&nbsp; "Sarah's having a hard time right now.&nbsp; She asked for something she can draw with, if that'd be ok."<br><br>"Certainly, Cynthia.&nbsp; I'd be glad to."&nbsp; He was always so kind to her, and she reached over and gave him a tight hug as thanks.&nbsp; Everyone loved hugs, she knew, but Samuel seemed to enjoy them even more than most people.&nbsp; It was a bit embarrassing when she wasn't wearing underwear, but she didn't mind because she was sure he wouldn't take it in any sort of unusual way.<br><br>He wasn't gone for more than five minutes before he had a few dull wax pencils and a notebook for her, which she came back with and offered over to Sarah.&nbsp; "Will these be ok?" she asked politely and hopefully.&nbsp; Cynthia didn't know much about drawing, but she was always happy to listen and learn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:50:19</strong>
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				Sarah watched nervously as Cynthia got up to talk to the man, pushing her plate as far away as she could. She took a small sip of her orange juice, and even that made her stomach swim. Why was she so nervous. As she made her way back to the table after a few minutes Sarah couldn't help but giggle. <strong>"Yes these are perfect!</strong> she said looking up at Cynthia with appreciation. <strong>Really thank you...</strong> she glanced up at the girl, then back to the pencils. They were dull, but that was to be expected. With her history she didn't think they'd give her anything sharp. <br><br>Flipping the book open she picked up one of the pencils and bit her lip, <strong>Would it be all right if I drew you? I mean, if you want, I just really need to get the frame of your face down...and I can do it by memory....you don't have to ...it is kinda silly of me to ask."</strong> she shifted and looked down at the blank page before her waiting for the girls response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 09:01:21</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>At first, Cynthia was just happy to help, "You're welcome," understanding the need for something to keep busy in a place like this.&nbsp; However, then Sarah asked to draw her.<br><br>Cynthia couldn't help but smile, considering the offer quite an honor.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; You'd do that?"&nbsp; She'd only met two people who ever wanted to draw her before.&nbsp; One was a man at a festival who wanted $20 for the experience, and the other was an artist in college who wanted her to be naked.&nbsp; She knew what a time-exhaustive process drawing was and it made her feel special that someone wanted to dedicate their effort to her.<br><br>"How about this?"&nbsp; She leaned forward, elbows upon the table and chin upon her hands, a position that she'd be able to hold for a while.&nbsp; Her smile stayed warm and beautiful, and she kept as still as she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 21:18:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">While no one understood the very real need she had to grasp some form of control over her environment and life, someone was at least listening. It wasn’t much - just a stack of books, but it would allow her to exert that control to try and calm herself. <br><br>The lift off the floor, while agreed to, was not particularly liked and every inch of her remained stiff to the point of trembling, muscles clenched so tight it physically hurt. And there was nothing she could do to loosen up - at least not until she was set down on the bed and distance was gained from the woman. Even then, she still couldn’t stop herself from sitting up once those books were set on the desk within arm’s reach, small hands immediately setting to work on trying to arrange them by size and the number of books there.<br><br>The woman’s words were seemingly unheard though she finally gave a nod, her gaze never leaving the task she had set for herself. Seven books to a row, each row going from smaller to larger and thinnest to thickest. It was the beginning of her routine - a routine that was completely out of whack - and the distraction of tending to it had her quiet and relatively calm so that she never noticed when the woman left.<br><br>But true to how she was, it didn’t stop with the books. The room itself was larger than the room she had lived in before ending up here and it was set up in the classic two bed hospital room - a set up that did not fit how she liked things to be. No wonder then that within half an hour the sounds of things scraping over the floor was heard from the room - slow, high pitched squeals of furniture being moved around.<br><br>Not an easy task since she was reduced to trying to drag things with one hand while holding her ribs with the other hand - but soon enough she had the beds away from the wall as well as the desks and was on her knees measuring with her hand to find the ‘right’ spots for everything in the room.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 21:11:26</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Radovich</strong><br><br>When the girl fell asleep in his arms, he could not help but smile. Yuna was a very beautiful girl, and one he was going to be quite proud to say that he had fixed once all was said and done. There was a moment of hesitation of him just holding this beautiful girl before he placed her back on the couch. Her body was quite still and positioned at an angle so that she was still in a sitting position. Her mouth was closed and her lips were just parted ever so slightly. It was the perfect kissing position, and since Alex had no other qualms about taking this opportunity, there was nothing that was stopping him from pressing his lips to hers in a long drawn out kiss.<br><br>It was perfectly timed so as to not stop her from breathing or block her airway, for this had not been the first time that he had kissed a beautiful sleeping girl. Her lips felt soft and smooth under his own, the little breaths that he let escape her lips drifting across his own like the light breeze of morning. He pulled back after a few moments of this sweet little kiss, just looking at her in that simple white hospital uniform. He could not wait to be able to let her wear other clothing that would look so much better on her, but for now this was the way things had to be.<br><br>Alex looped his left arm under her knees and then put another under her back, shifting her up slightly to test out this carrying position. Once he was sure that she was secure in his arms, he lifted her off the couch, only having to rock her just once, ever so slightly to get her more into place. After he was completely sure that all was well, he carried her out of the room and to the left making it over to the patient room hallways. The orderlies all looked at him like they were going to provide assistance. None did. Alex gave them all looks that quite plainly said that he was not going to accept or need the help. Yuna was quite a light girl to carry. Alex was not even straining, sweating or batting an eye.<br><br>He brought her to the room, seeing that Dr. Jacobson was leaving and was kind enough to hold the door open for Alex to bring Yuna into the room and place her down on the bed, he went over to the door and placed the bicep cuffs on their hanger as he left the room, stopping just before making his way out to look over to Stella. "I will be back in a while and we will talk." Alex said as he left the room and the door was locked behind him.<br><br>He&nbsp; turned right and went farther down the hallway, heading further down the hallway, looking at the orderlies as he walked passed with a nice calm smile on his face. There had been an alert that Piper was in a room by herself which meant that she was in need of a talking to. He opened the door to the room and saw his patient there on her hands and knees measuring out some distance.<br><br>"You know if you had asked, I would not have had a problem with the staff giving you a tape measure, Piper." he commented as the door closed and locked behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 21:42:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Lost in her own world, Piper was quite calmly working her way along the floorboard and failed to hear the door open - failed to even realize that a stranger had stepped into the room. It was the voice sounding that had her head whipping around, raven black hair spilling into her pale face, wide dark eyes staring at the strange male standing there. Then his words sank in fully and those slightly slanted eyes narrowed briefly.<br><br>It was not the kindest look one could receive and her words failed to be as nice as he might have wanted to hear. “You know, I wouldn’t have to ask for such things if I wasn’t being held prisoner here. And your staff are rude and tried to kill me.” No, she hadn’t forgotten the first nurse and while the last woman had at least brought her in here and left her alone, she wasn’t feeling safe or comfortable. It didn’t help that Danni was just below the surface, whispering through her mind and lending a bit of sharpness to Piper’s usually mouse like personality.<br><br>With that said, she turned back to her measuring, seemingly ignoring the man standing there though truth was - she had to finish what she was doing. Had to get the room just right else she’d never be able to calm down and relax. As it was, she was jumpy and the pain medication had her feeling like she needed to sleep - something that simply wouldn’t happen till she knew that everything was right where it needed to be.<br><br>Once she had counted out the right number, her body pushed up from the floor slowly so that slipper covered feet could move to the desk, tiny hand left latching onto the corner of one end to start trying to tug it to the spot she had designated as ‘perfect’.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:35:58</strong>
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				"You are not a prisoner here Piper, you are a prisoner of your own mind, and we are but the keeper of the keys to saving you from those mental chains." He looked at her with a soft expression before he continued, "About Nurse Kelly, she is being punished for her fear of you. She will know good and well that we will not tolerate her actions. And soon she will come to apologize to you for her actions. If her apology is not to your liking I will have her experience further punishment." Alex was in his full authoritarian mood and he was conveyed in his voice which was like that of a father figure.<br><br>He took a step closer to Piper, his hand being placed just on the corner of the desk to help her push it to where she wanted it. "Where do you want this?" Alex asked before he even dared to push along with her. Like a good doctor who knew his patients, he knew that she wanted her space to be just right and if it was not just right then she was going to have a fit. Considering all that she had gone through this morning there was no need to go through another one. The first one had caused quite enough stir up in his hospital as is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 22:09:15</strong>
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				<strong>Wiebke Koch, Dining Hall</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wiebke Koch stepped into the dining hall, scanning the tables through her glasses. The hall was mostly empty, so it didn’t take her long to locate Cynthia Peregris. She was sitting with another patient, who, after a moment of recollection, she recognized as Sarah Thompson. The two were engaging in a little social activity, with Sarah drawing. As much as the interaction was healthy, Cynthia was in need of an assessment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She clicked across the hall to the table they were sitting at, Cynthia’s files tucked neatly under her arm.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Guten Tag</em>, Cynthia,” she greeted after a polite clearing of her throat. “I see that you are getting along well with Sarah today.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaned over the table to further examine Sarah’s sketching. It looked like she was in the middle of a rough portrait of Cynthia.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Always nice to see a creative outlet,” she praised.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 22:49:20</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia glanced up with a smile when she saw the older woman.&nbsp; "Hello," she said politely and warmly, letting her natural exuberance shine through.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you.&nbsp; What's your name?"&nbsp; As nice as it was to be able to just know someone's name, like back in this one camp where the supervisors all memorized the names of the kids, it felt just a little uncomfortable when someone already knew about you and you didn't really know them.&nbsp; Still, that was something that could be easily rectified.<br><br>Although she was curious about the sketch, she remembered hearing somewhere that artists didn't like having people peek at their work before it was complete.&nbsp; She didn't really understand why, or if that was true for Sarah as well, but she wasn't about to disrupt the girl's concentration in order to find out.&nbsp; It was more than enough of an honor just that someone would want to sketch her.<br><br>Noticing that the woman has a lot of papers and the like, Cynthia made the effort to spin her tray and move everything to the side, letting her sit down if she so desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 00:45:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Despite whatever others thought about her, she was not stupid and those words had her pausing in trying to move the desk, those dark eyes lifting to meet his own once more. Pyscho-babble, wonderful. She was tired, she was starting to hurt again and now another stranger was messing with her. It didn’t even matter that he was telling her that the nurse who had been willing to let her die was being punished for it. All that mattered was she was simply overwhelmed.<br><br>His step to move closer to her had her scurrying around the desk to put it between them, wary of him being that close to her. Who could blame her really? Still, he was offering to help her move the furniture to where -she- needed it. And god how she needed it in the right place! Still, there was that moment of hesitation before she finally moved to the spot along the wall where it had to be. “Right here…”<br><br>Did he realize that the whole room had to be fixed? Doubtful, but then she hadn’t realized yet that this was not the room she would be staying in. That they would move her and throw everything out of whack again. “And then the first bed need to go…” A pause in her words, her feet moving slowly to the next spot, lips moving with the silent counting. “Here.” <br><br>True to her own nature, she chose to simply ignore the comment about being trapped in her own mind, to ignore the comment about the nurse being punished. She didn’t want to deal with it - couldn’t deal with it right now. But that didn’t mean Danni wouldn’t. Danni, who was so close to the surface already, wouldn’t let anything slide.<br><br>“I want to go home once I sleep some..” The words were tentative, just like Piper herself - almost childlike with the way she spoke them. A little girl almost begging to be allowed to do something - a little girl that was capable of all the havoc that had already been created and so much more.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 01:46:37</strong>
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				<strong>Miyuki, Dining Hall</strong><br><br>The touch of the orderly's hand against her shoulder startled Miyuki out of her thoughts. Gentle as the touch was, the woman still flinched away from the contact, shifting uneasily in her seat. Her thoughts were dragged back to that last day of being in that.. that house. Not a home, she had not had a home since.. well, that train of thought was hardly better. To anyone watching, it was only a couple of seconds time between her little reaction to falling back into her normal state. The words being spoken to her registered briefly in her mind, like a distant sound lost over a great distance. Miyuki felt tears spring to her eyes, and tilted her head downwards so that her hair would form a masking curtain until they went away. This place confused her, as did the attention and kindness. She had done nothing to deserve it, yet...<br><br>Once she could no longer feel tears upon her cheeks, the woman tilted her head upright and got to her feet. Thoughts of food did not appeal to her, but perhaps eating would make things seem less strange, and she didn't want to make trouble. Disobeying meant punishment, something that she worked hard to avoid. Punishment meant undo attention, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 13:25:18</strong>
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				<strong>Alexander Radovich</strong><br><br>He helped her to move the desk into place, stopping when she said the word to stop. Alex had timed it perfectly so that he had made sure to stop just the moment she had said the words so that the desk would be in the place to her exact specifications. Concessions, this was what all of the current activity was. They had messed with her, causing all of this confusion which had forced a reaction out of her. Violence was the way in which she had chosen to react, which in turn led to bloodshed. An unnecessary act had occurred and it had left her with no choice but to react. Alex could not fault her for that.<br><br>However he needed to clear up his own reputation in Danni's eyes. Those dark eyes that had looked at him in the hallway with such contempt and a questioning glance. Alex was going to need a forge a bond between these two girls and himself. The only way he could see pulling that off was through concessions to make Piper/Danni see that he was not some evil man.<br><br>The next instructions for the movement of the bed came along. Without breaking a sweat or a smile, he moved the bed into place as she had specified. As he moved the bed into place with much less difficulty than it would have been for Piper. The bed had made a slightly high pitched tone as its legs were now fully in place as Piper had asked for it. Alex'a eyes moved from the bed over to hers as she talked and asked about going home, yet it did not seem like a question it seemed more like a desperate request. <br><br>"Piper, until we get you better so that you can be home, you need to stay here for your own good. I promise that all of the nurses and staff will treat you much better now. If they do not, I want you to tell them to bring you to me immediately and I will sort it all out for you."&nbsp; Alex offered, knowing that this would bring her closer together in a way if he was her protector instead of her jailer, that she would be able to open up to him more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 19:07:26</strong>
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				<strong>Wiebke Koch, Dining Hall</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I am Doctor Koch, one of the staff assigned to your treatment,” Wiebke replied to Cynthia, offering a hand daintily with a smile.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeing that she was putting forth an effort to clear a space for her, Wiebke gladly took the offer and had a seat next to her, stacking her files and papers neatly on the table in front of her, then crossed her stockinged legs underneath it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Before we begin your scheduled treatment, however, I would like to know a little more about my patient,” she began casually, folding her hands. “For example, do you know why you were admitted to this fine establishment, and what sort of project needs to be made with your condition?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 19:21:45</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia took the hand with a smile, shaking politely.&nbsp; It was only when she was asked about the events leading to bringing her here that she stiffened up, more out of embarrassment than anything else.<br><br>"Well, here's my version of events," she explained slowly.&nbsp; "People kept wanting me to go to this party, so I agreed to go once.&nbsp; I would see if I liked it or not, you know?"&nbsp; Her body posture was quickly stiffening in dislike, the events of the evening coming back to her as a number of things that she didn't like.&nbsp; Her demeanor was quickly changing from warm and outgoing to somewhat shy and afraid.<br><br>"When I got there, I had to put my keys in a shoebox with everyone else's.&nbsp; Some people were drinking, and even my friends wouldn't vouch for me that I wouldn't be having any alcohol.&nbsp; The music was all that loud, screaming and rap stuff, so I tried dancing a little bit but wasn't having any fun."&nbsp; Her hands moved to her lap, gently kneading one against the other and reliving the uncomfortable conversation.&nbsp; "They insisted that I have just one drink, so I agreed on a Dr. Pepper.&nbsp; I didn't want any caffeine because I didn't want to be up all night, you know?"<br><br>Cynthia obviously wasn't a confrontational girl.&nbsp; It said a lot about her so-called friends to put her through all this.&nbsp; "After I drank it, I started feeling a little dizzy.&nbsp; I figured it was the air or something, a lot of people were smoking and all, so I grabbed my keys and went for my car.&nbsp; I figured that when I was driving for a while, it'd clear my head, especially if I left the window down.&nbsp; So I thought they were my keys.&nbsp; When I hit the auto-unlock on the door, the lights that flashed were a green car like mine, and in the dark, I thought it was mine, you know?&nbsp; I wasn't trying to steal a car, I'd just grabbed the wrong keys and I wasn't feeling very well so I didn't notice."<br><br>She paused in her telling for a few moments, trying to see how far she could recall.&nbsp; "The next thing I really remember, there's this guy who's pulling me out of the car and he's grabbing onto me and scaring me.&nbsp; I didn't know what was going on, I was still groggy from the accident."&nbsp; She trembled ever so gently.&nbsp; "I screamed and he wouldn't let go, and I ended up scratching him really bad.&nbsp; I didn't know that he was one of the paramedics who came out after I crashed the car.&nbsp; I just..."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "I know how it all sounds..."<br><br>A long, slow sigh escaped her.&nbsp; "When I got a lawyer for all the charges against me, he insisted that I should just plead insanity.&nbsp; I'd end up here for a week or so, and people could talk to me and see that I'm not really crazy."&nbsp; She'd been starting to have a few doubts about that last part.&nbsp; The more she ran the story through her head, the more ludicrous it all sounded.&nbsp; More and more she'd started to worry that maybe there really was something wrong with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 04:09:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">That answer was not what she wanted to hear, obviously, and it drew slender brows down into a tight v above the bridge of her nose, the spike of panic they brought pushing her to turn and drop back to the floor to start counting out space to move the second desk. The number of pieces of furniture was off - at least by her standards - and it made her calculations all the harder to try and keep just right.<br><br>The floor was cold under her palms and knees, her attention seemingly focused on what she was doing though his words were not ignored. She heard him perfectly fine, she just chose not to say anything right then. He obviously thought she was sick and apparently was incapable of just as incapable of listening as the others. She wasn’t sick. Hurt, but not sick.<br><br>When the last space was counted out, she sat back on her haunches and stared at it, memorizing the exact place before slowly pushing herself up and moving to the desk, hands brushing off on her pants before dropping to the edge of the desk to start shoving it where she wanted it. There was no asking him for help this time, mute for the time being while her mind worked over everything and that little voice whispered. <br><br>He was trying to prove himself a good guy, was worried that she had seen something that would make her more standoffish towards him - but truth was, most of the morning was one big blank spot to her and what she did remember was fuzzy at best thanks to the pain meds and sedative. Hell, chances were good that if she did manage to get to sleep, she’d not even remember this whole conversation. <br><br>“Can you leave now? I want to be alone.” It was a typical reaction for her - self imposed isolation so that she didn’t have to deal with things, the only way she knew to remain calm and ensure that her world was the way it had to be. This whole place had messed her routine up so badly that it’d be days before she got every little nuance back in order - days that she didn’t want to spend here. She didn’t need doctors and nurses, she needed her place. Her things. Her life.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 16:55:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Cynthia retold the events, Wiebke uncapped one of the pens sitting in the front pocket of her blazer, then opened up the copy of her file, jotting a few notes. She had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic, and the events she was telling her didn’t quite match the typical symptoms, though there was definitely evidence that Cynthia’s perception of the world was a little distorted.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>Certainly delusional…past repressed exploitation possible…no indication of paranoia yet.</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“It would seem, Cynthia,” Wiebke began, speaking slowly as she finished scrawling her notes in a loopy, yet nearly illegible script. “…that the main cause of your problems is your grip on reality. From what you told me, the entire ordeal you described is a little hazy, <em>nein</em>? Have you had problems in the past recounting events and their details?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 19:36:25</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia blinked with surprise at the mention of difficulty of her grip on reality.&nbsp; She had never thought of herself as truly crazy, but surely a doctor would be able to tell that.&nbsp; She trembled just a little at the prospect.<br><br>"Well, nothing was hazy until I started to leave, right after I finished the Dr. Pepper they gave me," she said, thinking.&nbsp; "As far as past problems..."&nbsp; She thought about it for a while.&nbsp; "Well, I sometimes forget little things, like where I put my cell phone if I take it out of my purse.&nbsp; Doesn't everyone do that, though?"&nbsp; She bit her lip, thinking.&nbsp; "No, while I was driving, it was more like I started dreaming while my eyes were still open..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 20:32:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“These things often manifest as minor symptoms, so that people think that they don’t need help,” Wiebke explained, adding some more notes. “Eventually they get worse over time, little by little, until you barely can tell the difference. What starts out as forgetting where your keys are turns to something much like you described, Cynthia.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wiebke adjusted her glasses, peering at both her notes and the files on Cynthia, then glanced at her watch. The morning was finished with, but that left most of the afternoon and evening before dinner.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I would like to begin your treatment as soon as possible. If you've finished with breakfast, perhaps we should move to my office?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 21:00:27</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Cynthia listened with a frown, nodding softly as she listened.&nbsp; "Oh..."&nbsp; She'd heard a story about amnesia back in college, how a friend's mom had just degenerated over time from everyday forgetfulness that everyone seemed to have, and ended up forgetting her own name or how to take care of herself.&nbsp; They'd said that if it had been caught just a few years earlier, the medication could have handled it.&nbsp; Cynthia couldn't help but be frightened at the prospect, wanting to do everything she could to make sure that it didn't happen to her.<br><br>"We can start now," she said, collecting her tray to bring to the trash and clean up after herself.&nbsp; She absolutely wanted to make sure that she could do whatever she could to make sure everything was alright with her.&nbsp; "Whatever you feel is best.&nbsp; Please lead the way."&nbsp; Somehow it made her feel better that a professional was there to watch over her and make sure she would be well taken care of, even if she couldn't help but still be a little fearful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 21:03:45</strong>
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				Sarah smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear at Cynthia's pose, <strong>That's perfect"</strong> she said as she leaned down and began sketching the outlines of her features. Her eyes became focused, and she felt herself pulling from that shell she was so used to. It was always like this. She was always so engrossed by her "work" that she'd forgotten about that cozy shell she'd built for herself. Her eyes focused on the paper, having memorized the features of the girl before her now. She hadn't even realized entirely that a doctor had come to the table. <br><br>Sure she heard bits and pieces of the conversation but she was just too far into her work now. This was another problem she was sure they'd point out to her, that she would do nothing but work, pay little attention, that sort of thing. Her red hair fell over her face and she sighed brushing it back as she began to fill in more features. Maybe this was why she hadn't seen it coming, the cheating, the lying, no, that couldn't be it. It was her work, she was just devoted. She'd snapped and hurt someone she'd loved. It wasn't right to make excuses. It hurt to think about any of it, she just wanted to draw to get lost in her art. <br><br>((Posting to keep her active.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 05:47:58</strong>
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				When Piper tried to tell him to leave Alex was not going to follow that request. He looked at her with those analytical eyes as he scanned her, seeing that it was not just his presence that was making her flustered. There was also that was something also borrowing her. Knowing her tendencies of OCD he could deduce why she was so absolutely flustered. She had a schedule, that they had all just basically screwed over. He was going to need to find her schedule at the very least, he pulled a out the journal he was going to give her anyway. He put it down on the desk she was moving as he moved to help her move it as well.<br><br>"Piper, I need you to write down your entire schedule in this journal as well as any other information that you would like for us to know so that we can make your experience here more comfortable." Alex pointed to the journal with one hand as he moved the desk into place with her help into the spot that she had designated. Alex gave her a bit of a smile as he pulled a black ink pen from he pocket and put it on the journal.<br><br>"We are just here to help you Piper. Once we have done that you will be free."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 20:18:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Her eyes dropped to the journal set onto the desk before his added push shoved the desk to where she needed it, his voice breaking the silence and drawing her up in a pause of what she was trying to get finished. It was a little hard for her to believe that the people in this place would follow her schedule and keep things the way she needed them to be but she couldn’t find any reason to refuse to write down the way her life needed to be.<br><br>In the end, all she could do was nod though she still did not understand why they thought she needed to be here. If anything, she needed to be in a hospital for her ribs. Not this place where they thought she was sick in the head. “You don’t plan on letting me go. You all think I am violent and crazy. You’ll say anything to make me feel better right now.”<br><br>Surprising astute for the quiet little mouse who disliked talking despite the fact that the words came out barely above a whisper. Where they had come from, she didn’t even know, but she certainly believed them. “I’ll write out what you want, but I want you to leave me alone. Please.” His presence in the room was throwing off where she needed everything to be, just the small space he was occupying&nbsp; forcing her mind to have to try and rearrange so that it was all symmetrical.</span>[/font]</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 10:30:49</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1057/beccad.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Rebecca walked her way into the dining hall, checking about the area with those assembled.&nbsp; Much of everything seemed to be going well and properly, according to plan, but she couldn't help but frown a bit at seeing one of the orderlies struggling a bit with an Asian patient.&nbsp; Such a pity, and just when she thought everything was starting to look like it was going so well.<br><br>Slipping from the doorway to allow others to pass by, she pulled her Blackberry from her purse to check a few names.&nbsp; She recognized the patient well enough for the first name, but it never hurt to make sure, to have an intimate knowledge of just what she was dealing with.&nbsp; It affected her perspective, and thus her demeanor; first impressions always were so important.<br><br>Miyuki Yoshimura was a fascinating patient, one who under the right circumstances would likely require the least amount of transformational processing.&nbsp; However, her job simply didn't work under ideal conditions, and she felt some gratefulness for that.&nbsp; How boring everything would be if she didn't get to test a few things along the way.<br><br>Her heels gave the soft but perpetual clack-clack-clack of practiced steps as she worked her way to the line, collecting a tray of bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, all in smaller servings to provide a vast variety of options.&nbsp; She followed a similar pattern with drinks, fetching smaller glasses but allowing for milk, orange juice and some tea.&nbsp; Perhaps it would be a bit much all at once, but she doubted the girl would even consciously notice.&nbsp; Then again, she did enjoy being proven wrong.<br><br>She moved across from Miyuki, taking a seat across from the girl and laying out the tray before her.&nbsp; "Hello, Miyuki," Rebecca said with a soft and polite smile.&nbsp; "My name is Rebecca.&nbsp; You must be hungry; eat something."&nbsp; She watched to see what the girl would pick first, or even if that simple task would be more akin to what was closest on the tray or simply random happenstance.&nbsp; Every little thing said so much, and her eyes watched Miyuki like a hawk even as her smile stayed soft and gentle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 22:25:35</strong>
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				<strong>Wiebke has moved to the Special Therapy Rooms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106125.msg4813088#msg4813088) with Cynthia.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 00:57:10</strong>
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				<strong>Miyuki, Dining Hall</strong><br><br>The appearance of the female doctor caused Miyuki to slowly resume her seat at the table, a brief thought of wonder at yet another new person passing through her mind. She turned what little attention was spared for her physical needs towards the tray of food that appeared before her. One hand moved out to pick up a napkin from the communal pile on the table and drape it over her lap before she picked up a fork and went to work on the food that was closest. Her motions of eating were almost mechanical, and rather slow to boot. <br><br>The same half automatic movements applied to her free hand reaching for a drink as well. The first break in behavior came when she hesitated slightly before wrapping her slender fingers around the handle of the tea mug. The girl continued to eat, taking no note of whatever Rebecca did across from her. Once full, she draped the utensil in her hand across the plate and put the mug of tea down, resuming her almost catatonic state of being. Perhaps now that she had eaten, they would let her be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 01:22:35</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1057/beccad.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br><br>Rebecca sat in silence, watching but giving the girl enough time to eat until it seemed that Miyuki was reasonably satisfied.&nbsp; "Very good," Rebecca said as softly and soothingly as she could manage, giving the girl as warm and comforting a smile as she could manage.&nbsp; She picked up the tray and moved over to empty the trash, placing the cups and tray for cleaning.&nbsp; She would only do that once, and primarily just so that Miyuki would be able to see what had to be done, but also as a bit of a reward for listening.<br><br>She got herself a cup of tea, giving herself a little time to think before finally returning.&nbsp; "I've read through your file, Miyuki, but there's a few things I still don't completely.&nbsp; I would like you to answer a few questions for me.&nbsp; First, though, I think it would be better to go somewhere where you can be a bit more comfortable.&nbsp; Would you prefer to talk in my office, or in your room?&nbsp; I would imagine you wouldn't want to just stay here, although," her expression momentarily changed to a more thoughtful demeanor, "I guess I could be wrong on that."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 22:42:48</strong>
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				<strong>Beginning of Group Therapy</strong><br><br>After breakfast and an hour of rest for all patients. There were orderlies sent to all rooms in order to retrieve them and bring them to a large room with white walls, a set of pale seats all arranged in a large circle, with a nice black chair in place along the right side of the circle where the good doctor was supposed to sit to coordinate all of the madness. Alex had faith in Doctor Simone Blackwell and her ability to do the therapy.<br><br>Alex was walking down the hallway, toward the Review room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106114.0) where he walked inside and took his place there in the center seat in the first row to watch the proceedings of the group therapy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 03:36:50</strong>
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				<strong>Group Therapy</strong><br><br>Simone looked over the notes of the patients in the group therapy today knowing what happened with each of the patients in group helped determined their prognosis and treatment for the rest of their stay. Some might only need one on one therapy, others continue with group therapy, and some, like Taylor might not be allowed near any of the other patients. She would maek sure that crazy son of a bitch never came near any of the other patients if she wanted to keep him being influence by the other patients and their conditions. No, she needed Taylor without any comorbidity and to have a further case study down to see if he would be the right one for her experiment. For now, Simone glanced through the files one last time before sitting down in a nice black plush chair while everyone else had the filmsy ones. Of course, guards would be posted in case any of the patients thought to use the chairs to bash over the heads of the other patients or themselves. <br><br>"All right everyone, if you can get yourself seated, we can go around the circle and introduce ourselves. I will introduce myself, first. My name is Doctor Simone, and I am here to help everyone obtain the goal of either treating your conditions or at least helping to minimize the symptoms of your conditions," Simone said as best as she could without rousing any of the patients. Some patients were not fond of calling attention to their diseases and some believed they were not crazy at all but it was everyone around them who were crazy enough to believe he or she needed to be put in the Sanitarium. There were moments she wanted to strike everyone in this room for being idiotic enough not to realize they were mental in the head and all needed to be put on drugs to keep them catatonic. Yet, Simone kept her reserve as she sat down and waited for everyone to speak a bit about themselves before going onto the next one. This was going to be a long session.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 05:00:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Being pulled from the routine to be taken to yet another room did little to keep Piper from feeling all the more disconcerted and uncomfortable, a feeling that skyrocketed the moment others started being escorted in to take seats. Add in that there were too many chairs and none of them were in the -right- place and she was close to having a full blown panic attack.<br><br>While she tried to ignore the fact that everything in the room was utterly wrong, in the end, she ended up trying to move the chairs to positions - an act that had orderlies torn between forcing her to sit and leaving her be, the decision made finally to let her pull one chair to a place that she could at least sit and not hyperventilate, though as far as compromises went - it wasn’t one. She fidgeted, she squirmed, she picked at the thin hospital clothing - anything to try to and distract herself from the near overwhelming urge to try and move the furniture.<br><br>What gave her pause was the voice that suddenly filled the room, dark eyes shifting towards the woman who took a seat in the lone black chair, a frown forming at those words. She had thought the day couldn’t get worse and yet now she found herself in a room with strangers and expected to talk? Not surprising then that she pulled slender legs up into the chair, arms wrapping around her ribs carefully, eyes drifting to the window to stare out at the trees that dominated the view.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 20:14:13</strong>
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				Sarah looked to the orderly who lead her down the hall, her eyes big and almost excited. She was in a good mood suddenly, the drawing had helped a bit, and so had getting to know Cynthia. She'd been so proud of the drawing, almost. It wasn't quite perfect though. There was no color, no life to it, but then again, maybe that fit this place. AS they came upon the room, the orderly pushed the door open from behind Sarah and gave a soft nod of his head at the red head. She had no idea what to expect. <br><br>Cynthia had said something about group therapy, and when she'd asked about it to the orderly he'd only confirmed. Why was she the one getting the quiet ones? Maybe they knew what she'd done too? That thought had her chest constricting as she forced herself to enter the room. Peering around she noticed one girl rearranging a chair, and looked at the "circle". It was a mess, but that didn't matter to her much. <br><br>Her eyes trailed to the woman as she began to speak and she tensed even more moving quickly to a chair that was a few spots away from the other girl. Dr. Simone seemed like a fierce woman to her, one who didn't need to demand respect, at least that's how it seemed to Sarah who spent her day staring and drawing people. Her posture told her she was so confident, sure of herself, and what she wanted. Sarah knew what her own was like, she was spineless in so many aspects. Staring down at the floor, she tried to avoid eye contact, her red hair falling over her shoulders as she stared at her shoes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:01:50</strong>
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				Akribos stood casually with his hands behind his back just at his belt line, his massive size taking up most of the hallway so he turned sideways and leaned against the right side wall from the stairs. His stance was casual, yet with a hint of his ingrained military manner he was stuck with. He waited calmly outside the door of this supposed Admin, yet he was stuck with the boredom of an empty office. His eyes drifted along the walls and rested on the few and sparse items used to decorate the barren scape that Akribos knew too well. As he did he noticed a few white coats walking towards the west end of the building. He smiled lightly to one, a smaller man, who looked like he was lost as Akribos was. <br><br>The man seemed like a strong willed man, but probably had no outlet for the anger that he was shakey as shit. The squinted stare, or the wide eye gaunt, the man was typical of Over dominating leader types. Akribos put two and two together, the man looking at Akribos with a studying glare no doubt, he was in charge, the determined stride and frantic nature of the woman's eyes. He figured the docs were all meeting up, perhaps he would join them, after all he had just arrive from Boston this morning. His sleeves where buttoned down to the wrists of his large hands, and the front of his shirt was only undone two buttons, nothing to out of shape looking. His black suit coat was smooth and pressed while Akribos moved towards the room and grabbed the door before it closed behind the two who entered just before Akri. <br><br>Looking about the room for a plaque or somthing to identify it, akribos leaned back out the door and checked the side of the doorway with a smile. <em>Review Room.....Sounds fun to meet the group, hope they don't all play nice.</em> Akribos smirked at the two as he walked in...(Cont.....http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106114.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106114.0))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Inner Halls and Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 04:20:03</strong>
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				<strong>Miyuki, Group Therapy</strong><br><br>Miyuki's only notice of when she was moved into the group therapy room came from the fact that the voices around her changed. She hardly noticed when the orderly and doctor who had been with her at breakfast escorted the silent girl to a different room, filled with different people. Registering the fact that they wanted her to take a seat, she slid into the nearest chair and trained her gaze down onto her lap. She did not care to know who all these new people, and would certainly take no initiative of her own to participate in any activities. <br><br>Perhaps the one benefit of being amongst so many new people, and none of whom had yet to throw a harsh word her way, was that it set the woman entirely off guard. It meant that when the doctor seated before those assembled began to speak, Miyuki's attentions wavered up slightly, her unfocused gaze shifting slightly over the room's other occupants before falling back down to her lap once more.
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