Solomon's Asylum (Closed - IC)

[Viv]

Dr. Marcus Bane

Marcus leaned back in his chair, his long legs positioned perfectly on his desk, his black shiny loafers crossed one over the other as he fingered through a file…. His favorite. She was so much fun to play with and he wished he didn’t enjoy tormenting her so because at one point in his career, she’d have been his champion patient, assisting in curing her of all that ailed her. But after having his life ripped from his fingers and his existence changed… he didn’t really care about assisting these people in getting better because maybe he belonged on the other side of the cells they lived in. Or perhaps not – really just depended on the day and his mood.

He signed loudly and removed his legs from the desk, his feet touching the ground lightly as he stood, adjusting himself as looking at her profile picture always caused his body to react. He laid the file down and looked at the clock. It was almost lunchtime on Monday and his weekend had been less than eventful, his plans to score with a hot red head foiled by the fact that she wasn’t impressed with his civic and denied him access to what he’s almost had inside the club. Cunt.

He touched the picture on the file, the lovely girl peeking out of her sweater with the innocence of a child.

“Oh Beth, what am I going to do with you, dear?” He sighed and closed the file, walking from his office on the second story down to see his colleague and friend, Mr. Lee. He stopped at her office door and rapped on it lightly, looking in to see her busy with paperwork.

“Dahlia, might I bother you for a minute? It’s about Margaret.”




Margaret Pollack

Thursday night had been a bit of a blur, but she’d wanted it that way. One of the men in the facility had taken a liking to her and she needed to get away from him for a time before she decided to really act psychotic to the fullest and stab the bastard. She’d scored some liquor off of one of the guards, most of them feeling sorry for the seemingly normal woman. She’d let it burn its way down her throat, not really aware of what it was, and not caring. She just needed something that might loosen her up a bit to do something ‘crazy’.

At dinner, feeling a bit of a buzz she walked into the commons and stood in like to get something to eat, the same guy, Barnes they called him, giving her hell by making eyes at her and saying inappropriate things. The guards warned him, but because he wasn’t really hurting anyone and they were lazy and apathetic toward their jobs, they didn’t do anything to stop the assault, so Margaret did.

As with every other night, several people ran into her on purpose or allowed their shoulders to slam into hers and she knew exactly when Pips, the smallest girl in the asylum would do it. As she was walking to her seat – just like every night. Margaret waited for Pips to approach and when her shoulder came toward Margaret’s, she moved just a bit, throwing her off guard and swung, using her food tray like a bat, cracking it into the small woman’s head.

The chaos was music to her ears and several guards tackled her, Margaret becoming docile in their arms. They were screaming and yelling because Pip’s head was bleeding, but it was really just a small cut. It was enough to get her into solitary confinement for the next twenty-four hours, which is exactly where she wanted to go. No asshole patients talking about fucking her sideways, no whiny crazy people muttering to themselves and no dirty doctors that got their jolly’s off their patients. Just her and the dark.

She smiled as they locked the door and the darkness rushed in, sleep taking her quickly. She was more than happy to wake to the same blackness.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

[Deamonbane]

Ken just sat in the mess hall. If you just sat there, people didn't notice you. Not to mention that there really wasn't much else to do. The TVs were showing the teletubbies, or something just as gross, and none of the non-insane people around weren't very talkative. There weren't very many. Everyone here, including the doctors, were here fro a reason. And none of them very good. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. The food was crappy again, no news there. The chairs are uncomfortable, the table is too low to accommodate his tall frame.

But he was too lazy to give a shit. His 'condition' technically had no cure, so all that they could do, to make sure that he didn't even think about breaking out, was heavily sedate him. And here he was, heavily sedated. He knew that the effects were wearing off. He was building an immunity, but he had enough presence of mind not to show it. He just kept on looking as doped as possible, staring at the walls, ceiling, and just about anything. His eyes were dilated, and his mouth open a little. But he couldn't bring himself to drool. No, he just tilted his head a little, staring at nothing, which, in this case, was the perfectly round ass of one of the female inmates. For some reason, they let the two sexes mingle.

He pushed his food away. He couldn't eat another bite of that. And there was no indication that it would get any better, either. Who would pay to give a bunch of derelicts like them anything but the most basic of grub? He wouldn't.

[SabotageSubject]

Dr. Dahlia Lee
Dahlia pulled open her left desk drawer and pulled out two or three files. She flipped through each of them, "Min-ho Park... It seems the dosage isn't effective." She muttered to herself and then pulled a prescription pad from another drawer. She started filling newer prescriptions to be dosed out to these patients, she laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them while she read through the next file. She closed the file and moved to the next, she filled another prescription on the pad. She peeled the prescriptions off the pad and folded them, she turned her chair around and placed her hand against a security pad. The security pad glowed green and a tube on the wall opened slightly, she dropped the papers down the tube and it shut immediately after she placed them in.

She glanced up to notice that Dr. Bane was walking towards her office. She didn't care much for his methods, but he was her colleague and she knew that her own methods may seem questionable. "Dahlia might I bother you a minute? It's about Margaret." Margaret Pollack, troublesome young lady. "What happened this time, Marcus?" She said as she returned her files back into her desk. She tapped the touch screen on her desk and started going through recent activities from patients. She seemed to pinch the screen as the window shrank and she opened her schedule for today. Two sessions today: Ken Marlon and Min-ho Park. She sighed, both were usually a handful and incredibly stubborn.

Park Min-ho
Min-ho gazed up from his food and cocked his head to the side as he watched the chaos unfolding. There was a woman that slugged another patient with a food tray and he swore that he could see a smile as the guards dragged her away to solitary confinement. He shook his head at the odd display and continued spooning the rest of his soup into his mouth. He had seen the woman cause commotion in the Asylum before and couldn't understand why she was adamant in being locked away in the dark. After he finished his food, he placed the dish on the conveyor that led the dirty dishes away and walked towards his living quarters. He stood in front of the door, door number 0831, and he pressed his hand against the door. The door was still closed, it wasn't the allotted time to return to rooms yet, so he had to wait patiently.

He sat in front of the door and pulled his knees into his chest. "I don't want to be alone." He quietly murmured and felt panic nipping at his toes, the tingling feeling that rushes up through the body slowly. He watched as people walked back and forth through the hallway and imagined being back at Princeton with Sarah again. He shook the tears from his eyes as he remembered Sarah's face, "I don't want to be alone." he said again. He heard the sound of an airlock releasing pressure, and the door to his room opened. He pushed himself up off the ground and entered the room, the monitor started to flash and then turned itself on. Min-ho sat on his bed, hands on his knees, and waited for the next activity to begin.

[Katelyn]

Beth walked around the mess hall, not hungry or maybe too hungry to eat.. she couldn't tell. She sang a tune to herself, her voice soft and lovely, brightning the place with her resounding echo. She looked at all of the people in the room, smiling as Sissy whispered to her about each of them, her words not particularly nice, but Beth knew that's just how she was. Beth made her way to a white bench and sat down, drawing her legs to her and hugging them tight.

"See that guy, Bethie... he's big, hmmm?? Bet he likes to rough girls up like the good old doc... go talk to him, Bethie."

Beth nodded and stood up, her eyes locked on the older man that looked about, his gaze a bit withdrawn because of the drugs they pumped through him. They didn't give her the drooling drugs, just talked with her and her friends over and over again. The doctor came to visit a few times a week for touch therapy... but that was between him, her and Sissy.

Sissy had threatened her many times not to tell anyone or it would stop and sometimes it felt so good... other times he hurt her, but it was worth the chance of getting the good feeling, the one that made Sissy leave her alone for a little while.

"What's his name, sissy?" Beth whispered to herself as she walked toward the table, sliding in.

Parker voice resounded in her head, "His name is Ken and he's a bastard, Beth. Get up and walk away from him."

"FUCK you Park... Beth sit down our I'll fuck you up tonight... do you hear me..." Sissy growled and Beth shuttered, way more afraid of the female persona that lived in her head than the male.

She reached out and touched Ken's arm, "Hi."

[Viv]

Dr. Marcus Bane

“What happened this time, Marcus?” Her voice was all business and it was a bit of a shame that he couldn’t crack her shell, though he’d been trying for several years to do just that. He smiled and slipped into the seat in front of her.

“She’s made another spectacle of herself in the cafeteria. I’ve put her in solitary confinement, but if you ask me… I think she’s doing it on purpose. My sessions with her haven’t gone as well as I’d hoped. I think you might have better luck with her.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, “I want to trade you visits today. Take her off my hands and give me Min-ho.”

He sat and waited for her response, his eyes roaming about her clinical office, analyzing her and her things for the millionth time. She was professional and squeaky clean from what he know and though he was her polar opposite, he actually enjoyed how intellectual she was. He touched the side of his mouth with his pen, a nasty habit really. Who knew what types of germs might be crawling into his body due to his unconscious movements. He jerked his hand away and cleared his throat. “Well? What do you think?”

[SabotageSubject]

Dr. Dahlia Lee

Dahlia heard the seat shift and squeak as Marcus sat in front of her desk. She was searching her system for more information about another patient as he spoke to her, but stopped when she heard him say “I want to trade visits today. Take her off my hands and give me Min-ho.” She was glanced up at him and noticed when he jerked the hand away from his face, Nervous tick? she thought. "Well? What do you think?" She laced her finger together and rested her chin on them, looking him directly in the eye. "First of all, I don't give away my patients, Dr. Bane. Second, if your asking me to take her off of your hands, it gives me the impression that you easily release the difficult patients because you can't handle them. So tell me then, how will I know that you won't just do the same for Mr. Park?" She gave a small smile, Dahlia understood that Marcus was quite handsome, but there was something unsatisfying about him. She'd seen his type of personality in multitudes and she couldn't determine whether she was bored or irritated by him completely.

She placed two fingers on the screen and widened them, she quickly logged into what little information she knew about Margaret Pollack. Killed two people in a moment of insanity... she skimmed through what little information was given and felt curious. "Interesting." She opened her left desk drawer and pulled out Min-ho's file. She looked at Marcus, "Here is Min-ho's file. I'm curious exactly why this girl is such an issue for you, so I'll trade today." She looked at her watch, "It's 3:50, his session is at 4:30 and next time you want to switch the sessions, notify me earlier then this. Clear?" She extended the file out towards Marcus.

[Deamonbane]

Ken looked up lazily, his eyes barely registering the woman in front of him. She was... messed up. That was all he could remember about her. Then again, they were all messed up. No matter who, where, or what. If they hadn't been before, they were now, due to the ill treatment of the doctors, drugs, and more importantly, crappy food. He forced his mind back into gear, shoving away the diminished shroud that the drugs put over his mind, and he tried to remember the name of the pretty girl talking to him. Beth, or something to that effect.

"Uh hi," He smiled at her, not a creepy smile. More like a half smile that a person would throw when they met someone they had seen before on the street. He shied away a bit from her touch, but not too much. He was lucky none of the doctors liked men, mainly gravitating towards the female patients when they gravitated at all, and the inmates that wanted a piece of him usually got it, on their jaw, knocking them clean out. If they didn't back away first. It was weird how adrenaline cancelled out the effects of the drugs, if only for the time that he was under its influence.

[Katelyn]

He's smiling at us. Beth thought as she brushed her thumb across his arm, a smile on her own face because she was a really nice person, just tormented to hell and back by these two others that lived in her skull with her. She looked at the pretty man in front of her and wanted to reach out to touch his face. He looked sad and guinuine all in the same gaze. He was different from the others, but she couldn't put her finger on why just yet.

Sissy giggle, 'Tell him he has nice eyes, Beth.'

'No! Beth... this is fucking stupid. Look how big he is.. and he's ugly. Get away from him.' Parker yelled from inside her skull

He's not ugly. Beth's own voice joined the mix. But he is big... and scary.

Sissy's voice was loud and mean as she screamed at Parker about all the bad things she would do to him.

Beth yelped outloud and pulled her hand from Ken, covering her ears and whispering, "Okay... okay... I'm so sorry.. just don't hurt us."

[Viv]

Dr. Marcus Bane

He thought about behaving like an adult until the cunt decided to start acting like one of her unruley patients and not a collegue. "First of all, they aren't you patience. We rotate them and if you don't want to rotate yet, just say so. No one needs the melodrama of you not having enough sex, if any, in your life."

He picked up the boys file, "Secondly, I wanted a second opinion on Margaret as she's not too much for me, but not enough. I don't think she's really sick. The woman appears to be playing us, but now that I'm standing here, perhaps this was a bad idea. You're obviously in no state to assess someone with normacy issues." He turned and walked to the door, tossing the boys file back at her.

"Oh yeah... and you're not boss, Dahlia... but I'd ask you to fuck with me again in your nasty tone, because I assure you, I'll be happy to fuck you back. Clear?" He didn't wait for an answer, as he'd honestly considered throttling her. She wasn't usually this bad, but when she was... everyone was a risk for getting their nuts in the grinder.

Bitch.

He walked into the cafeteria and found Beth, talking with Ken. Odd, she doesn't usually talk with the male patients. He walked over and looked down at Ken, but directed his questions to Beth.

"Elizabeth, is Ken bothering you dear? We would've want anyone to harm you, little dove." He gave Ken a look that could freeze hot water. He looked at Beth and touched her back softly, "Hmmm?"


Margaret Pollack

Margaret slipped into the darkroom, leaning against the wall and sliding down to land on her butt on the padded ground. If someone were scared of the dark, this room would be a living hell, but she wasn't afraid at all and almost found comfort, consolation in the blackness, a place where everything was hidden, even from yourself.

She stretched her hand out in front of her and smiled as she could see nothing. She wished her life were like this - clouded in cover so that she could escape in its repreive and start all over again. She needed a new life, a fresh start and yet she knew that her forever would be spent here. She'd murdered two people in cold blood and though they deserved it, she'd taken her own life the day she took theirs. Her actions were irreversable and she was forever locked in this place.

She'd made up her mind that if she didn't have a choice anymore then she'd rather be in the dark. What was the use of living in color when you had no access to the tools that painted the scapes of your dreams? There wasn't any - so the color of emptiness would suffice... for now.

[SabotageSubject]

Dr. Dahlia Lee

Dahlia grinned as Marcus stormed out of her office, Too easy she thought. "Child." She shook her head and chuckled as she placed the file back into her desk. She tapped the screen with Margaret's profile until it minimized. Shame though, I did want to study this one. She opened the right drawer of her desk and pulled out a note pad. She checked her watch and realized that she still had a little time before she had to deal with Min-ho. Ring. Ring. Ring. she looked down and pulled her phone out of her pocket. The name under the number displayed Jewel, Dahlia frowned and hit the end button. She pinched the bridge of her nose and felt the headache coming back, "Incompetent people everywhere today." She murmured as she put the phone back into her pocket. She walked out of her office and locked the door behind her, feeling irritated again. She headed down the hallway towards her next appointment.

Park Min-ho
Whether it was because he didn't get noticed or because the attendants didn't care, Min-ho sat in front Margaret's door. "Dark isn't it?" He said, he wasn't sure if she could hear him, but it oddly brought him comfort to think that he had someone to talk too. "It'll be like that at first, then your eyes should adjust." He pulled his knees into his chest as he spoke to her. "I saw what you did. I don't know why you did it, but I saw it. I can understand though. You can't let people push you around, it just makes sense. Well, I think it makes sense. I'm not really sure anymore, but I think it does." He rambled until he realized he was rambling and sighed. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I just... I'm trying to avoid unnecessary people." He twiddled his thumbs as he looked down both hallways, no one around. It didn't surprise him, this place is extremely difficult to get of. The patients have already given up trying too, no one has ever really escaped before. Min-ho waited for something to happen.