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he saw some other person being escorted to another room, while his guard walked him right pasted. Apparently they can "help" him here. he didn't care. it was a place to stay, although nothing was free. Everything was coming out of his lifelong savings, and it was a lot.
"So, how did you end up here?" The guard asked? I simply looked up and stared at him for a few seconds then promptly continued to look forward.
"Not much of a talker, thats not a problem, boy. Not many talk their first day. You'll get used to it." Get used to it. Sounds good. he walked by another room, and decided to take a peek inside. bed, desk, and what seems like a fully functional bathroom. Seemed like an alright place. We continued walking, took a left turn, down that hall, and finally stopped at room 114. Why the rooms are oddly numbered. Who knows, and certainly, who cared.
"I'll be back later, make yourself comfortable." Said the guard. I pulled out the chair and opened the desk. I saw pencils, crayons, peices of paper, and various of other office tools. Why they would give pencils at an insane assilum is beyond me... how much FAITH do they have in us? The though quickly left his memory. Faded to nothing. he grabbed a pencil and began to draw his house. The last memory of his home...

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Fate does not decide your next move, the decisions you make will affect your next and the rest of the moves you make. Oh, and luck, can't forget that

Russel shrugged away from where he was sitting in his little room, "Leave me be... I can smell the blood that's been shed recently, its reak comes from this corridor." he said, sliding down a wall to a sitting position in a small corner, he moved the remainder of his left arm so that the hand would be in front of his face, "I feel it, the tingle of flesh, the warmth of the blood in veins... but it's not there..."

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Give me suffering, pain, anguish, sorrow, and death! For I shall make it my driving force, and from beyond the grave I shall paint the sky red...

Deep in thought, he was drawing. Not knowing what it was anymore, but something. Mabey from a nightmare. He didn't know.

A knock on the door broke his spell.
"Hey again."
I nodded.
"We gotta move ya, sorry for the shuffle."
I nodded again.
"Grab what you want from here, and come on."
I grabbed the sketching paper and pencil and walked out the door, which was closed and locked after he left.
"Youre gonna be bunking with a patient name 'Russel' "
I nodded once more.
"if ya need anything I'm just down the hall, to the left."
Instead of a nod, a smile.
"Ha ha! Thats more like it!" and a chuckle followed afterwards.
i was escorted to my new room. and there was someone else inside. I assumed it was 'Russel'.
"Oh, sorry sir. I didn't notice you were discussing with a patient. Mind if i put him in here, he won't be a bother."
I didn't like him speaking on my behalf, but at the same, it was reasurring at the same time. I sat back down on the desk, continued to draw.
"remember, kid, anything, i'm just down the hall."
I nodded.
He left.

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Fate does not decide your next move, the decisions you make will affect your next and the rest of the moves you make. Oh, and luck, can't forget that

"I am aware of the diagnosis," Feisher told the guard. She turned back to Russel, looking at him with interest. "The guard was telling me that you were having an argument with someone. Care to talk about it?" She asked.

That was when the guard from the common area brought in another person, likely Morgon, or so she thought as he took a seat in the room. She ignored his odd-coloured remarks and kept her attention to Russel.

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Aleric stumbled up the stairs to th second floor, still not right in his head, laughing maniacly."YES YES YES! Soon I'll be free from my hell! Soon I can return to my old ways...not hating myself...maybe Then I wouldn't want myself dead but...what does it matter! In death I only cause less harm! But the killing! I'ts like a drug...the violence is the kicker and the feel of blood and my victims...yes...it is all so...glorious!" Aleric shouted as he slumped against the door to 2-4.

The gaurd was slightly afraid of Aleric, seeing how much on a maniac he really was."Dr.Feisher! I think you may need to put this one in the padded cell. He isn't in a right mind..." The gaurd backed away from aleric and he tinkered with the lock on his handcuffs, clumsily missing each time."It's a might bit of trouble trying to set myself free...perhaps a paper clip...yes! a lock pick and an excellent killing device!"

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"Excuse me gentlemen," Dr. Feisher walked out when the guard came for her. His concern was genuine, panicked and full of fear.

"Administration would not allow someone with aggressive or violent tendencies in this place, we don't have the staff," Dr. Feisher told the guard, then looked at him with a reassuring glare, "I'll go talk to him."

Feisher walked into room 2-4, where a man with a crazy look in his eyes tinkered with a pair of handcuffs he was wearing while mumbling to himself of how dangerous he planed to be. She hadn't seen someone with a look like that since her time in the Insane Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The look disturbed her, but she kept calm. The admins didn't want a lawsuit after all.

She took another look on the door number, the room the guard gestured to, and then spoke in a soft voice, trying not to sound threatening or intimidating. "Aleric Fay? Is it alright if I talk to you?" I ask as I sit on the unoccupied bed, "Is everything ok? You have the guards worried."

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Aleric glanced up then back at the hand cuffs. "Why not...Doc?" He grinned deviously."Oh It's fine...I'm ok...for now anyways...But I have a question...I need to stop my self hate...I'm afraid I may hurt myself instead of those who...lets sya...get in my way at the wrong time...I have no inention of hurting you or the others here in the institute...unless they prevoke me...I need help...And You're the only one who can do that." Aleric said, still in an almost manic depressant tone.

"The violence and the hate is almost overwhelming...I hate hurting people...but I cant stop because It's addictive..." Aleric said as he stopped tinkering with the cuffs and crawled over to the bed."I think my problem is lonelyness..."

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As more people kept coming in through the front door, Rayne was relieved to get her room assignment and settle in. She opened the door to room 2-1, where she would be with a girl by the name of Leah. She took the bed near the small window and set her suitcase on it. It smelled a little like bleach in here, but she figured it was better to know it was clean than to smell like dirt and grime. She immediately unzipped her bag and put a picture of her mother on the little nightstand. She was hoping that the constant reminder of her mother would help her through this. It was all she had left in her life.

She walked around the room, checking out the small bathroom with a shower and a little closet. Rayne didn't like closets so much, so she decided to pack all of her clothes in the drawers in the nightstand and set her sketchpad on top of it. The room was painted a bright yellow-creme. At least it isn't a horrid orange or something, she thought to herself, sitting on the bed. She was sort of surprised they hadn't really checked her luggage. She had brought a couple of razors with her, slid in between the fabric of her suitcase. She knew she'd need them, even though she was supposed to be getting help here. She didn't care. It was her body. It was her life. She flopped back onto the bed and sighed.

Rayne wondered what the rules and regulations where here. There must be some sort of intro meeting or something. She was looking forward to walking in the forest and drawing. She wondered how far they could go. Curious and bored, she started to wander the halls in search of a staff member who could tell her such things. She also wondered who Leah was. She did have to share a room with her for many weeks. Rayne hoped she was nice.

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"Singing is like the celebration of oxygen." --Bjork

By the time Judas had watched the guard sort through his suitcase looking for anything obviously dangerous, pull the drawstrings out of his pants (What the hell? He needed those!), and take his referral paperwork for the doctor to review, he'd decided it had been a bad idea to come in the first place.

It made him jumpy. Everything seemed the same as the last hospital he'd been in, down to the pasty yellow color on the walls. It made him remember things he thought were best forgotten. He heard the guard ask a question. The man sounded so friendly it was almost physically painful not to respond, but Judas just shook his head, and they continued the walk in silence.

I can cope just fine, he thought to himself. I don't need this. I don't need this. It became a mantra that he kept up even when the guard stopped in front of a door and opened it, said something about a roommate - a name, maybe? - then looked at Judas uncertainly when he didn't move.

Belatedly, Judas realized that he was supposed to go inside. He did, and only nodded to the guard's goodbye. See? he wanted to say. This isn't helping. I'm worse than before I walked in. I don't need this.

The guard closed the door, and Judas sat down on the nearest bed, laid back and stared at the ceiling. There were ceiling tiles. He hated those. He started to count them systematically, right to left, down rows and columns. When he reached the wall, his eyes drifted back to where he'd started and he kept counting up.

I'll be the best roommate ever, he thought, but kept his amusement inside. No fights, not a peep out of me...

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A guard nodded at her. "Name?" Leah's tongue froze into its usual position, clamped rigid, and refused to move. Rolling his eyes, the guard showed her a sheet of paper, where she pointed out her name. Grinning at his own intelligence, he shoved it back in his pocket.

Seconds later, he'd led her to her new room. A girl was already in there, lying on a bed. Leah's whole body froze, this time. She thought she might have heard her parents mention sharing rooms, but it hadn't occurred to her that they'd been talking about Istorncane at the time. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to move towards the other bed, throwing her suitcase down. Leah hoped that the girl wouldn't think she was unfriendly if she didn't talk to her - she just simply couldn't open her mouth; not at a time like this, in a place she had just stepped into.

Rayne, that was her name. Leah had seen it on the piece of paper the guard had showed her, she remembered now. Shaking her head at herself, she ran a hand through her hair, and looked at the wall. It told her nothing, but although nothing was nothing, nothing was still something. Deep breath. Close and open eyes. Think of nothing.

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