Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents

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WARNING: This thread will contain disturbing subjects including drugs death and torture. So Be forewarned and please only mature audiences ONLY! Thank You :]


WELCOME TO ROSENBERG'S CORRECTIONAL FACILITY FOR DISTURBED ADOLESCENTS



Parents tell you it's because they love you and they want what's best for you. You believe them, but you know that's only the half of it. The other, bigger half is because they are sick and tired of putting up with your bullshit. They don't know how to handle you or your problems anymore. And quite frankly, they are a little ashamed that their own child is a bonified FREAK! So as a result of all of this, they sent you here, Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents. The brochure says it is a nice, quiet, relaxing, helpful place to cure those who are disturbed between the ages of 13-18. There's even a pool, a garden, a game room, a gym, a kitchen stocked with food, a music room, and a library. But that isn't even the best part! The absolute best part about this facility is that ALL patients that are admitted are FREE! The only apparent catch to the parentals are the requirements. Their child must have at least one of these disabilities...Any type of mental disturbance that may lead to think that the patient is Crazy or Psychotic, Anorexia, Bulimia, Homicidal, Suicidal, Overly Antisocial, Drug Abuse, or Anger Management. But that isn't the real catch the government, much less the parents, doesn't even know the real catch. The doctors of Rosenberg are more like Evil Scientist instead of helpful psychiatrists. They use their patients as guinea pigs for their experiments to concoct ways of creating the perfect children of the future, with no disabilities or disturbances, just perfect little angels. We are talking shock treatments, painful surgeries, drugs that make you sluggish and forget things, just plain out BRAINWASHING! And that's just for the good patients, If you cause trouble or try to rat them out to your parents on parental visit day, the consequences may be that of you disappearing for a week or more. There have actually been few kids who are released home, those who have been lucky and found out that lying and acting like the treatments worked have gotten out. So what will you do? Lie? Be Yourself? Or Get To The Bottom Of It? The time has come for justice! It is time to burn this Asylum to the ground!
P.S. There is a hidden graveyard where all the patients that die are put.

RULES:

1.] As you should notice this is a casual thread so that means AT LEAST 1 PARAGRAPH PER POST! Which if you don't understand that is 4-5 sentences.
2.]NO PINGPONGING WHATSOEVER! I don't care if the person you were waiting on to post just posted after you, wait for at least 3-5 more posts before posting again to give other characters time to react and intervene.
3.]There is an OOC Thread for a reason. DO NOT FILL UP MY STORY THREAD WITH USELESS OOC CONVO. It Distracts me.
4.]If there happens to be sex and romance, be responsible and fade out and take it to a PM.
5.]Oh you don't have to give everything up in your character skeleton if you don't want to so there can be suspense and surprise. Just if you make any bid decisions please drop them by me first.
6.]Other than that you can cuss as much as you want I don't give a damn I do the same thing. Of course don't God Mode. And I prefer for people to write in the past tense and third person point of view, if you don't that is perfectly fine I'm just stating what I prefer.

Extra Content

Doors To The Dorms


All dorms have two beds with two night stands inbetween them, two closets one on each side of the room, and one bathroom with a stand in shower (no bath) a toilet, and a shallow sink basin.

The White Srugery Gowns


Every time a patient goes to see the doctors for 'treatment' they come back in this. Patients are also allowed to wear normal people clothing.

The Graveyard


When a patient dies they aren't sent back home, they tell everyone simply ranway or disapeared. This is where they are sent.

Dorm Room and Mates

Room #110: Joseph Falentine and Damian Freeman
Room #111: Alistair Jules
Room #112:
Room #113: Adelaide and Raven Vaught
Room #114: Christina Mira
Room #115


Bracelet Colors For Patient Classification
Suicidal
Homicidal
Anorexic
Bulemic
Angered
Drug Abuser
Mental Disease
More Than One




THE CHARACTER SHEETS

Adelaide


Nickname: Addie

Age: 18

Character Role: Homicidal

Personality: Adelaide has a fiery personality usually. She likes to be mysterious, alluring, and in control. She has a temper, however, and hates being told no or being controlled. Sometimes she can become extremely depressed, however, especially when she looks around and sees her life. She doesn't want to change... she likes her malicious self

History: Adelaide was born to a country family (though, she was actually adopted as a baby). She was a particularly happy child, running around barefoot in handstitched white cotton dresses from her mom. Her blonde ringlet curls bounced around her face and her green eyes twinkled. However, Adelaide was such a happy child because she was always getting away with mischief. And there is lots of mischief to be had on a farm. Adelaide found her favorite place to be was a creek running not to far from their home, and more often than not she was there swimming and fishing. One day, Adelaide was kicking her feet on the bank when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She stiffened up, and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw a gruff looking stranger. Being only 10 at this time, Adelaide wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but she wasn’t going to wait and find out. As his tobacco stained teeth grinned at her, Addie, expressionless, snapped her wrist, flinging a large fish hook into the man’s throat before yanking. She stared at him for a few hours, before taking a quick swim and heading back home. After that, Adelaide was never the same. She began going on dates at the age of 12, but every boy she dated would mysteriously disappear. Unlike her first, the others after him she brought herself, singing and swaying her hips as she brought them to her creek. Once she was about 17, her parents sold the farm to a relative and they moved to Arizona. Addie knew the relatives had to have found the bodies, but probably thought her parents were involved, resulting in no punishment for her. Adelaide also knew her parents had well founded suspicions about her (okay, more than suspicions), but they were too afraid of her to bring them up, simply dropping her off at the asylum before she turned 18.

How You Got Here: Parents knew she needed help, and wanted to get her help before she was no longer a minor.

Secrets: The only way she won't hate a man is if she can find a reason to respect them in her own twisted way.

Joseph Falentine


Nickname(s): will update if given any by anyone.

Age: 17

Character Role(s): Psychotic

Personality: When not spazzing is usually calm and relaxed, friendly and open to almost everyone

History: He lived a childhood without a mother and his father was a constant drunk. They lived in a small 1 bedroom apartment and he always slept in the corner where it was small, he liked it there. His father would drink all day long and all night till he passed out, then he would drink some more when he woke up. Most of the time he won't finish the bottle and grab a new one, when ever he grabbed a new one the old one was thrown to the corner Joesph slept in. Everyday from school he would come and see a massive mound of bottles, and since there was never any food accept what was given at school, and he was too young to know better, he drank all he could out of the pile of bottles.

Months past and eventually the alcohol caught up to his brain and altered it, he started seeing delusions and hallucinating, his mind removing itself from reality. His father saw his son spaz one day and flipped out, probably overreacted due to the amount of alcohol he consumed. He told himself he wasn't going to deal with him and sent him to Rosenberg's, Joesph has been there since then, arriving at the young age of 10 and has still been there since then. His condition only worsening itself.

How You Got Here: Mixed with History

Secrets: Believes he has no mother but doesn't share

Character Relationships: If you want one, just ask.

Extra: Um for the Rpers sake, I'll put the definition of Psychotic and Hallucinating, a lot of people don't know the true definition.

Psychotic: An abnormal condition of the mind, and is a generic psychiatric term for a mental state often described as involving a "loss of contact with reality". People suffering from psychosis are described as psychotic. Psychosis is given to the more severe forms of psychiatric disorder, during which hallucinations and delusions and impaired insight may occur.

Hallucination: a sense perception (sight, touch, sound, smell, or taste) that is a false or distorted perception of objects or events with a compelling sense of their reality, usually resulting from a mental disorder or drug.

Alistair Jules


Nickname:
Among the staff, he only answers to Master Alistair. Among patients, he answers to Ali.

Age:
Nineteen years

Character Role(s):
Unknown - Potentially believed to be among the Suicidal, Homicidal, and Mentally Diseased group.

Personality:
Extremely clam, almost artificially so. It has been rumored that his inability to be phased is a result of a lobotomy, though no one has been able to find a scar, let alone lay a finger on his hair. Among patients, he acts like a big brother and being among the oldest to live within the facility, it was only natural for him to grow a fraternal role over all of those he knows. He is known to be very kind and very patient among the patients, though when in the presence of the staff, his personality changes drastically. He treats the staff as though they're servants and he is some extraordinarily wealthy young man. From the staff, he accepts no mistakes and has been known to, on rare occasions now, backhand doctors and nurses for forgetting to call him 'Master'.

History:
A tape is put into the recorder, a cigarette being snubbed in an ash tray adjactent. A long thin finger presses down on the [REC] button, allowing several moments to pass before his warm voice breaks the silence. "Frankly, I'm baffled that Alist- I'm sorry, *cough* Master Alistair is still here. That kid has been here for nearly three years and yet we haven't figured out what the hell is going on in his head or how he got here. All they ever told me was that a Jules family made a very, very substantial donation to our facility in exchange for letting the boy stay here. That's the part that gets me though. No one's ever said what the hell he was sent here for. There's just the rumors that he killed a sibbling or was just too much for a bunch of rich snobs to handle. But that's all we have to run off of. Just rumors. The boy never says anything that helps us learn anything and we've already figured out that there isn't any disorder that makes him so cut off from us. He just acts like an punk ass teenager. But I've started to think that maybe that's what he wants. He's hoping we're going to let our guard down on him. I've seen his eyes though. Those eyes are far less absent than he'd like us to think. I've seen him stare me down and pick me apart piece by piece. My money's on him being a killer. It's in his eyes. That's what it has to be... And with his growing popularity among the patients... Christ. He worries me to no fucking end." The man's voice comes to a pause, before adding a final click to the recording, that being his turning off the [REC] button. He quickly removed the tape, marking it 'Patient Alistair Jules, Unknown Orientation, REC #82'. A door to the small room opens up, a petite nurse stepping in with a mocking smile on her face. "Making another recording about the mystery boy, Hannock?" She mocked, walking toward him with her arms crossed. "Shut up Julie, you know as well as I do that kid's a monster." Julie shurgged, turning her back to him, "You're the only one here that thinks that. Get it through your head. The boy's just another teenage brat." Hannock only sighed, opening up his personal locker which was nearly full with the recording tapes. "I pray to god you're right."

Damian Freeman


Name: Damian Freeman

Nickname(s): Tank

Age: 16

Character Role(s): Angered, Bi-Polar

Personality: Damian is often found with a big smile on his face. He seems almost oblivious to the things around him, preferring to live in the realm of his music, rather then among his peers. This however changes when he gets angry. Actions speak louder then words for him. And a punch to the face, or a steel pipe to the throat are not far out of his grasp.

History: Damian grew up on the streets of Seattle Washington. He was always a happy little kid, despite the fucked up household he was thrown into. His mother and father were both sever alcoholics who beat him mercilessly.

Damian began to get into fights at a young age. He took pride in the fact that he had never lost a battle. Damian had broken bones, been shot, been stabbed, and been jumped many times. He developed a love for pain. Almost seeking out the brutal attacks. And he loved to cause pain to his attackers, and the people he attacked.

How You Got Here: After sending many of his attackers to the hospital, a dark stigma and reputation began to follow him everywhere. People began seeing an opportunity in this, and so did Damian. He became a shark, a paid fighter or thug.

After being paid a large sum of cash to make sure a snitch wouldn't be able to talk anymore. Damian took this as a personal challenge. He broke the mans jaw, knocked out all his teeth, punctured his lung, and collapsed his windpipe. The man was left bleeding and dying in the streets. He wouldn't have made it if not for a random passerby calling an ambulance.

The first thing the snitch did was rat Damian out. The cops had him arrested later on that day. and threw him in the system as an attempted murderer. The judge took pity on him however and gave him a choice, !0 years in a maximum facility prison, or rehabilitation at Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents.

Raven Vaught


Nickname(s):
Rave or Ray (If A Doctor decides to give her patient name or wahtever I'll add it in.
Age:
17
Character Role(s):
Schizophrenia with severe Anxiety and Paranoia that also leads to Insomnia. Bracelet Color-Mental Disease
Personality:
Raven is a type of person where she tries to be nice but it's very hard for her because she doesn't know if certain people in her life are real. And it doesn't matter if she knows them to be real or not she has a hard time trusting them always thinking they have an alterative motive for wanting to speak with her. So she may come off as a little rude or overly accusing. She also doesn't know how to handle her emotions. If she is Angry or Sad she leans towards self mutilation, not because she wants to die but because it distracts her from those bad feelings. She's ok with her happy feelings, as a matter of fact they calm her to a certain degree, and that is the best time to communicate with. And then there are those few days to where she is just blank and has no emotion what so ever and she just sits there and picks a place to stare. And then there are those other days where she isn't angry, but everybody and their problems just seem to irritate her and she has something to say about everything. Also if she is in an uncomfortable situation that is tense or what not she tends to break down and that's when her paranoia and anxiety kick in. She gets shaky and curls up into a ball and try to think of something else because she doesn't know how to handle the situation. She's also very dependant. And deathly afraid of the dark.
History:
Raven was a Mama's girl, being an only child and her mom being a single mother, they were obviously very close. Life to Raven was perfect, her mother and her were best friends they did everything together. When Raven was 5 and started going to school her mom and her both cried because they knew they wouldn't be able to spend as much time together. She also slept in the same bed as her mom until she started going to school she could even sleep in the dark by herself when she got used to it. As she started going to school more and her mom was alone at the house for most of the day her mom started going out on dates and met this guy named Brent. Brent seemed very cool at first, even to Raven who was very possessive of her mom, liked him a lot. Then Brent moved in and everything changed. Raven saw things happen to her mom that she didn't like, her face which was once beautiful turned a nasty, busted, red, black, and blue. Most of the time when she saw her mom being beaten she ran to her bedroom and hid in her closet.
One day though while her mom was at work, and even though through Raven's numerous begs for her not to be left alone with him, had to be babysat by Brent. She hid in her closet for most of the day not wanting to be near the man she so feared, but he found her and gave her the exact same treatment he gave her mother, except raven's little body couldn't handle it and was almost beaten to death. After Raven got out of a two month hospital stay, her mother finally left Brent. But Raven was never the same after that.
At night she had to have her bedroom light on, her bed had to be sat on the floor so she could see everything around her and so nothing could hide under her bed, she had to check her closet and close all of her doors and lock her windows and play the t.v. at night just so she could sleep. It didn't stop there though, Raven became over suspicious with everyone she didn't know who she could trust, and when she got upset she started hurting herself. She has grotesque scars all over her body from it. Then she started locking herself in her room separating herself from everyone except Daisy a friend she had created in her mind. Raven started seeing things too especially in the dark.
Her mom tried to help her at first, to try and get that baby girl she once had. But then history repeated itself and her mother found this preacher guy and married him. After he moved in he tried to exercise her numerous times and when that didn't fix her he brain washed her mother into believing that Raven was sick twisted sinful and never coming back to who she used to be. After one bad cut from the top of her left breast to her right hip bone and another hospital stay later her mom gave up and was convinced by her over religious husband to drop her off at Rosenberg.
That was when Raven was 14. She hasn't seen her mother since. She hates The Preacher Man and now even more her mother. Funny how time and action changes things.
Secrets:
A friend and voice inside her head named Daisy, she frequently talks her and sometimes argues with her.

Christina Mira


Nickname(s): Given By Friends And The Patient/Doctors If Any- Muse

Age: (Between 15-19) 18

Character Role(s): (choose from list above) Mental Disease, Depression, Mood Disorder, Bi-Polar disorder.

Personality: Withdrawn, sometimes to the point of comatose. Other times confrontational and angry. Finally during the "good times" creative and outgoing

History: Christina has always been the one girl too far on the outside. She never fit in school, high school, or anywhere else for that matter. She had difficulties making friends, with the world inside her mind being so much more alive then the world outside. Eventually she stopped trying to find someone outside her mind, she began to take sleeping pills to remain there longer. Eventually forsaking food, or anything outside the pills.

When her parents finally found out what was going on, they tried to help her. She began withdrawn, depressed, and angry that her time in that world was being taken away. One night she attempted to take a more permanent trip there, downing a bottle of sleeping pills resulted in her ending up in the facility. She is on a forced regiment of medication, and in exchange she's given some art supplies. She's tenuously accepted this arrangement.

How You Got Here: (For Patients Doctors Explain Why You Wanted To Run These Types of Tests) Christina had attempted suicide during one of her low periods. Realizing conventional treatments haven't affected her. Due to resistance and refusal to take her drugs she has ended up here.

Secrets: (Optional) Believes that if she paints that one perfect picture, she'll be better. Has yet to find that idea or inspiration yet. Sometimes gets lost in her mind. Where she imagines she's searching for the inspiration to paint this painting.

Dr Felix Desmond Zafar


Nickname(s):
Age: 43
Character Role: Chief Doctor

Personality: Dr Zafar is a very cold man. He grows no personal attachments to anyone and has practically done the same for the entirety of his life. He views emotions and feelings as nothing more than biological reactions in the brain and body, studying them like any other aspect of science. He has no sense of humour and views almost everything with the sceptical and surgical nature of a doctor, caring not for the pains and sufferings of others, only the advancement of his work. He can be very patient when dealing with patients and getting what he wants, however if pushed too far he can snap and be filled with a white hot rage which has only happened once before in Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents and can lead to him trying his more extreme solutions on a patient despite abhorrent and obvious risks.
He is also a very deep and secretive man, keeping things even from the other members of staff when he chooses to. He has many secrets and personal experiences which will as far as he is concerned never see the light of day.

History: Dr Zafar was born of a German and middle-eastern couple, however never met his mother and his father never spoke of her, growing angry when the young Felix asked about her. His father was a brilliant scientist who worked in Germany around the time of the Nazi government and he was amongst other scientists who sold their loyalties to the united states once it became apparent that the third rich was about to fall. He sold out many of the other scientists giving all of their information and research over to the Americans, making several of the others obsolete – which lead to their execution due to war crimes. Once the war was over and things were being settled Felix’s father smothered him with scientific teachings, determined to make the boy one of the best scientists in the world. On his death bed his father left him his many journals and notebooks which spanned back throughout his entire career. From then on the new Dr Zafar filled his father’s shoes becoming heavily involved in not only the atomic programme but also heavily involved with the governments more sinister human experiments. He was on the frontlines of experimental drugs and chemical warfare throughout the cold war, but was eventually forced into ‘retirement’ due to his accumulating black marks due to his extreme and unethical methods. He continued to play a large part in the scientific community writing several books that were widely criticised for being very unorthodox and unacceptable in today’s society.

How You Got Here: After almost a year of retirement he was contacted by a private company who were extremely interested in hiring him for a position. A month later he began work at Rosenberg's facility. Dr Zafar excelled in the position and the freedom that it allowed him, performing all manor of tests and experiments that he would have been forbidden from doing anywhere else. He now seeks what he considers the ultimate goal of medical science – the control of an individual to the point where their conditions can be overcome and suppressed. It also works well for him that his paychecks are large and he is given any funding that he requests to do the work that is needed.

Secrets: Dr Zafar is filled with many dark secrets from both the Nazi and American governments as well as his own. Once when having lost his temper at the facility he performed a partial lobotomy on a troublesome patient, turning the young man into a drooling vegetable that couldn’t even feed himself. He died shortly afterwards – suffocating in his own vomit after Dr Zafar neglected to assign any other member of staff to him. Before taking the corpse to the graveyard he performed more exploratory surgery on the body reducing it to little more than a bloody scientific mess.

Character Relationships: Add These in as characters are accepted or after they are accepted.
Extra: Dr Zafar has once or twice throughout his employment at the facility taken to having a ‘favourite’ patient, usually a young girl who he gives slightly preferential treatment for his own dark reasons. The only patients who received this ended up buried in the graveyard at one point or the other – though the details surrounding their deaths are not clear and Dr Zafar took all of their files into his own personal collection.

Dr Zafar deals mostly with the more extreme cases, staying away from the more ‘normal’ patients where possible. The other members of staff generally also dislike him for some obvious reasons, not only is he their superior but he is also patronising and rude to them whenever they question him.

Doctor Padriac Muldoon


Age: (I'm assuming doctors have an exception to this) 28
Character Role(s): Doctor, second only to Dr Felix
Personality: Meek, suffers from anxiety around more dangerous patients. He is a bit like Dr. Felix's foil. tries his best to keep the Chief Doctor from doing anything too drastic.
History: Studied psychological medicine for seven years, graduated top of his class. The Facility sought him out about two months after his graduation. The money was great, and he couldn't refuse. Now he is a vital part of the project.
Why Perform These Tests?: "I'm very interested in human behavior, and wish to assist humanity."
Character Relationships: Second in command to Doctor Felix, whom he doesn't despise, but they disagree on several things. Dr. Muldoon tries his best to keep the Chief Doctor from doing anything too drastic.

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Raven sighed in content as she was led back into her dorm, well cell as she liked to call it. Today was going to be a good day, hopefully. Probably because she hadn't been in the main part of the building with the others for three days. She shivered at thought as she remembered the ache in her whole body when she woke up. She hadn't meant to misbehave, honest. It was that damn Nurse Mary Katherine's fault. The dumb bitch shouldn't have insulted her, nor should she have taken her cupcake away. She had worked hard to get the thing and the nurse just had to waddle herself over to where Raven was minding her own business, and had the gall to call Raven a pathetic waste of a human shell and that she didn't deserve the confection.

Raven was of course confused as hell, she had done nothing wrong, hell she had done everything she was told for a whole week to get a fucking cupcake. She had even stopped talking to Daisy, even though Daisy was pissed at her for ignoring her for sweets. Raven managed to ignore her though because she had been forced to eat space food for a month because of a previous misbehavior, and wanted she wanted some actual food.

So one thing led to another. Daisy screamed in Raven's ears that she would no longer be ignored especially since everything she had been ignored for was now down the crapper. Then Daisy had the bright idea to get back at the pudgy little cupcake thief and Raven agreed with her. Raven then proceeded to get up, snatch the cupcake out of the nurse's hand, smash it into her face, smearing it, and saying, "Hope you like buttercream frosting you whore."

OK so maybe Raven did mean it, and she may have slightly overreacted. But that didn't mean she deserved to be sent to the basement with that wacky pack doctor. She didn't remember what exactly what happened in the testing room, but she knew something happened because she when she came to she had gauze around her neck and wrists.

Raven shook the thought from her head before she tried to remember what had happened and walked into the open door of her dorm. She also figured she would have a good day because right as she was about to leave the infirmary they shot her up with happy medicine. It had even made Daisy less chatty. The nurses closed the door and Raven made her way to her side of the room to change clothes out of the white surgery dress that everyone woke up in when the cane back.

"Sorry Daisy," She mumbled. "Shut the Hell up I'm mad at you." Was all she heard before Daisy went back into silence. Raven shrugged, OK maybe it was going to be a very good day.

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Damian hated wearing cuffs. Especially when they went this overboard with them. He was shackled along the waist, the wrists, and his feet. This wasnt his first time being in trouble with the law. However it was his first time doing any major time. It was a hard choice to make. 10 years in the pen, or risk it and go to this "Disturbed child" correctional facility. The choice would have been obvious if it wasn't a fell stipulation that he had to be fully recovered.

They could keep him here as long as they wanted. If by the age of 19 he was still considered a risk to the public, he would be upgraded to full blown prison. The thought didn't scare Damian much, however. He always knew he would end up in a prison. Or better words would be, his parents always told him he was a piece of shit that deserved to be in prison. Eh, potato Potahto.

When the cops dropped him off in the lobby of his new home, he immediately noticed the eerie presence about the place. The lobby looked ordinary enough... But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the place. He was handed from the pigs to men in white.

"Here ya go, he's your problem now" the cop laughed as he turned to look Damian in the face. "I really am going to miss your sorry ass. I mean, you've been in and out of my jail since you were twelve years old. And now, i'm finally rid of you. Personally, I hope they never let your ass leave."

The men in white huddled him through a room into what looked like a mess hall. And they led him past that again into a long hall way and eventually to his room. Room 110, my new home. They undid all of the cuffs, besides the hand ones and stepped out. The door slammed behind them, and they had him put his hand through the slot where they undid those cuffs. Then they simply walked away, leaving him to his own devices in the cold dark room.

One of them mumbled "Welcome to Rosenberg's correctional facility, happiest place on earth."

[Marx]

Alistair stood by his door, arms folded as he waited for the routine opening of his door at 7:00am, as it was everyday. Among other patients, Alistair was considered an oddity. Perhaps it was that he had no known reason to actually be in the facility. Perhaps it was the fact that he received special privileges that other patients were not allowed. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two. The door opened up, an older nurse with the remnants of cupcake stuck in stands of her hair. "You can leave, Alist-" she began to say, only to be abruptly silenced by the back of his right hand smacking across her cheek. "Try again." he ordered, his voice soft though incredibly commanding. "You may leave, Master Alistair." Alistair nodded to her corrected statement and stepped by her, running a hand through his combed back hair, "Thank you, carry on."

Alistair leisurely moved toward the mess hall, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Today there was a bit of a chill, enough to verify his suspicion to wear a black turtleneck and pea coat combo. In the mess hall there was a young brunette waiting for him, a nurse that had grown some affection for the young unknown known as Alistair. "Good morning, Master Alistair," she said softly, putting an arm around his. She was always rather clingy, but she was a good enough girl for Alistair And she never mistook his tolerance as a reason to attempt to call him by his nickname. The last nurse, a young man who believed they were becoming friends, received a blow to the gut after referring to him as 'Ali'. "That name is not meant for your kind," Alistair said standing over his with clenched fists, "Never forget that."

Alistair took his seat on the table top, turning to hold the young nurses face in his hand. "Fetch me a plate, would you dear." he smiled, knowing that she would give some type of affirmation, turn around, run off to get a tray and two plates, and then as per usual, attempt to have breakfast with him. Perhaps today he would give her an inch. Though, she would as always attempt to take the proverbial yard. No. Today wouldn't do. As she returned, he graciously took his plate, allowing her to get in close enough that he would then lean forward and give her a kiss on the cheek. It was a rare payment from him, one that often times made her blush and it was always enough to make her go off and perform whatever duties she was meant to do. He'd eat alone for some time, find a copy of the current newspaper, and wait until the masses make their way into the hall. It would be unusual if they were to enter the mess hall and not see 'big brother Ali' as some had come to call him.

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Joseph was one of those patients that many pitied, he had never done anything wrong and most likely never will, it's not his fault that he has such a condition its just sad to see a boy go through such horrors. He tried his best to make friends with everybody but he would never grow a bond strong enough when he spazzed out. He had always been alone in his dorm, sitting on his bed curled up in the corner, his hallucinations controlling what he sees and feels, sometimes smells, it was like some days he would be in a completely different world, and now he has to share it.

He was told he gonna have a dorm mate and didn't know who, he hoped strongly that there would be a friendship before he spazzed so he would at least had a real friend. After eating his small lunch at the picnic table on the moon, he started flying back to his dorm, escorted by giant robots compared to him, as he moved from the cafeteria to the hallway the scene changed: he could hear the sounds of a lovely rainforest, birds chirping at each other as if in conversation, he could feel the cold thick grass tangle between his toes, the smells of wet leaves as if freshly cleaned, and when coming upon a cave, the vines moved out of the way with the sound of wind and brushed leaves. He skipped in and turned around, thanking the two gorillas that escorted him, he then spun back around and saw a silhouette of a person, sitting down on the other side of his hammock.

Joseph sat down and everything went black, then back to normal, he was in his dorm, the cold concrete floor hitting his feet, the hard spring bed beneath his bottom. His heart skipped a beat and he slid back, his spine hitting the wall and his breathing becoming rapid, his eyes widened as he escaped the hallucination and was back in a world he hated. He was always badly effected by the rapid change of his mind set. He looked over to his new dorm mate with watery eyes, it was no longer a silhouette, just a body actually filled with color.

[ImmortalComplex]

Damian found a tennis ball under his bed while looking around, It must have belonged to his cell mate. But that didn't really matter much to his, a piece of entertainment is a piece of entertainment. He laid down in his bed and began throwing the tennis ball against the wall, and back at himself, catching it, and repeating.

As time went on, he began to throw faster and faster and practice his accuracy. If anything good came from this whole experience, it might just be him becoming a pro wall ball player.

As the door to his room opened up suddenly, Damian missed the ball, causing it to bounce back and roll to the other guys feet.

The guy just kinda stood there. Getting kinda teary eyed and awkward.

"dude, its just a ball, I didn't know you would get that sentimental about it... "

[Padriac Muldoon]

Doctor Muldoon slowly walked through the hallways nervously glancing at each room. He clutched a clipboard in his left hand. However in his right hand was a tray, with some leftover cupcakes resting on top. He was going to take them back to the staff lounge, as they were the last ones.

Every few steps he would turn his head, checking each room. He was a young doctor, and still felt uneasy in the presence of the more dangerous patients.

Dr. Muldoon set the clipboard under the tray, to free his left hand in order to retrieve something from his bright white coat.

[MsKittyCatty]

Adelaide was sitting in the lunch hall, staring down at her plate of food. She’d been staring at it for a good 10 minutes, as if waiting for it to change into something acceptable for her taste buds. But there still sat a pile of scrambled eggs and burnt toast… and a glass of orange juice that was 80% pulp. She hated pulp. She growled and picked up the orange juice, dumping it on top of the eggs and toast, the splashing on the tray making a satisfying plop. She smiled brightly after that and got up, dumping her wet tray and setting it and the plastic glass in the buckets of dishes to be cleaned. She looked down, making sure her white cotton dress had no markings on it, and nodded when she observed no orange stains because of her small irritation at the breakfast food.

Addie proceeded out of the dining area, her bare feet slapping the cold floor, her blonde curly hair bouncing around her face and back as she made her way back to her room. Once she stood in front of room #113, she pressed her ear to the door. She hated when her crazy roommate was in there… talking to herself like a mad woman. Sometimes she almost convinced Adelaide there was someone else in there with them.

Not hearing anything, Addie cracked open the door and peered in. There was raving Raven, getting changed and with bandages around her neck and wrists. Addie rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, making sure the girl heard her, and then walked over to her bed and plopped down on it. She leaned her back against the wall and crossed her arms across her chest, looking coldly at the other girl in the room.

[InkedWolf]

Christina stared blankly at the wall, it had been hours since her last trip. She watched the others come and go, dancing like bored little dolls. This reality was so boring to her, but she was allowed to rest only when she'd been a good girl.

"Muse? Muse, come on deary, wake up!" She felt a hand gently shaking her shoulder. She slowly moved about to face the nurse. She'd often referred to her as Morpheus, as the woman often decided when Christina would be welcome to sleep.

"Yes?" The nurse placed a handful of pills in Christina's palm.

"You know the drill, you take all your pills. I'll bring you something to help you sleep tonight." Christina hated this, the medication made her feel sick, then numb. Like she was cut off from herself. However, the medication in the evening was the only way she could really sleep. Otherwise, she would toss and turn. She'd see nothing.

Taking the pills, Christina took each one, then a gulp of water, then repeating, finally the last pill was gone. "There we go, now let me see." Christina opened her mouth and lifted her tongue. "Good job, I'll sign off on your sleeping medicine tonight." Christina looked towards the empty easel sitting beside her.

"Can you please ask the doctor if I could have my paints for awhile today?" The nurse sighed for a moment, "If you promise not to hurt yourself with the brushes sweety, I'll see if the doctor will sign off on that. They're going to want to make sure you're not going to do anything foolish."

Christina sighed before responding, "I slept four hours in five days, I wanted to rest..."

[SharpieLurve]

Raven's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=61746472

Raven finished putting on her simple but comfortable clothing, going barefoot as well. She preferred it that way because she hated closed shoes and she didn't see the point of sandals and flip flops so she just free footed it. "SHE'S behind you." Daisy whispered. Raven sighed, she knew Adelaide didn't like her very much, hell she didn't like anyone really. Raven didn't care about that though, it was Daisy who hated her guts out. "I know Daisy, but I thought you were mad at me and not talking to me." "I mean yea, but-" Raven cut her off and turned around, "It's great to be back and be able to see you Adie!" She snickered, not at Adelaide, but at Daisy just because it would piss her off. She then put a fake surgery sweet smile on her face and said, "Don't worry you shall get the room to yourself for a while, I've built up a three day hunger and it can wait not a moment more." Even though she didn't care what Adie thought of her she wasn't going to give here a chance to ruin her day. With that she threw the white surgery gown in the laundry bin and left waving to Adelaide as she did so.

As she walked out she saw some been guy being admitted into #110. She chuckled and thought, New meat, well this should be interesting. Raven didn't linger on the thought to long though she had her space food to get to. The punishment for it had been extended due to the cupcake, to her dismay.

She got tray of assorted colored and flavored goops and her tall flash of disgusting premixed and poured powdered milk. Raven then decided to go sit in the seet infront of Alistair just as he got through kissing a cheek who was walking away, red as a blushing bride. "So Master Alistair...." she began. Raven didn't fear Alistair, she put the Master in front of his name for shits and giggles. The Doctors did worse things to her than Alistair had done to the nurses. Hell she had done worse things to herself, the thick jagged scar across her chest testified to that. She then continued the conversation with, "How has the past three days been without me?" She asked while wagging her eyebrows jokingly. The medicine they had given her this time was really doing it's proper job this time, big shocker their, literally.