Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents

[lantgreen]

Joseph brought his knees to his chest as he sat on his bed, staring at the floor, his eyes tearing and his mind becoming a nightmare. The words of his new dorm mate did not sound the way others would hear, instead to him it sounded like a loud engine of a car, screaming by his ear. He shut his eyes tightly and buried his face in his knees, squeezing his legs tighter. He may have hallucinated the sound of a car but his subconscious was able to listen and speak, "NO!...n-not...f-f-fault...y-you," his subconscious gave up after that, not being able to speak clearly or perfectly as there wasn't any thinking involved since his mind-set was occupied by the spaz.

[ImmortalComplex]

"Find your happy place man" Damian said to the struggling man. Just great he though, being bunked with a whiney man that cries for no reason is like being in a cell with a woman. Except without the fun of being with a woman in a cell.

"Hey, I'm going to just... go to the caffeteria or something... Do you want to come? Ill give you my chocolate milk?"

Fuck, do crazy people even like chocolate milk?

Damian almost slapped himself in the face with that comment. Of course! everyone likes chocolate milk.

He set down his new tennis ball and walked to the door way. You coming?

[Padriac Muldoon]

Doctor Muldoon was halfway across the corridor when he heard screams coming from one of the rooms, without a second thought, he put the tray on a bench, and sprinted towards the room. It was Joseph, having a bit of a breakdown. He slowly opened the door and looked at the patient, then at Damian. "How long has this been happening?" he then turned to Joseph "Hey buddy, just calm down... OK?" Doctor Muldoon slowly approached the patient. "What's wrong?" he looked down at his clipboard to skim Joseph's profile.

[MsKittyCatty]

Adelaide cringed when her roommate continued whispering to herself before turning around and greeted her so cheerfully. Addie didn’t respond, just the top corner of her mouth twitching at the girl’s snickering and sickening voice. The last few days without her had been so silent and sweet… When Raven said she’d be heading to the cafeteria, Adelaide managed a smirk. She watched the girl wave to her and flipped her off in return behind her back. As the door shut heavily, Adelaide jumped off the bed, tip toeing to look out and make sure she was heading away.

As she peeked out, she saw one of the doctors… she forgot his name. After all, they all looked the same to her. They were just men. She bared her teeth slightly, watching him go into the dorm room two doors down from hers hurriedly. It was letting the noise from inside the room drift to her ears and the crying was like nails on a chalkboard. She narrowed her eyes and walked over, down the hall and stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking in on the three very different men.

“SHUT IT!” she yelled, just wanting the noise to stop… the noise that stupid boy was making. Her heart began pounding in her ears and irritation rose in her chest.

[ImmortalComplex]

"He just walked through the door, noticed I was playing with his tennis ball and started crying. I didnt know it was that important to him honestly! I offered the kid chocolate milk, what else was I supposed to do doc?" Alter said frantically.

Great, 15 god damned minutes at this place and he was already dealing with his first mental case.

(Sorry for the short post, but what can you really do during a conversation?

[Marx]

A grin burst across Alistair's face when Raven sat across from him and the nurse was out of his sight. He was always happy to see other patients and truth be told, Raven was among his favorites. She started to ask him a question, which he listened intently to as he took his knife and fork and proceeded to carefully eat the boneless pork-chop on his plate as well as the green beans. It was his privileged to have a knife in this place, as well as substantial foods since no one had any actual idea as to what he should be banned from. Except maybe the sides of staff's faces. Though as far as Alistair was concerned, it was a just, if not lenient, punishment they deserved. He adjusted himself slightly as she finished her question, asking about how he had been without her for the past few days. She was being unusually friendly, a result of some new or perhaps proper working meds Alistair assumed, which was fairly surprising. It seemed more often than not patients would get shit medicine that didn't do a single thing.

"It's lovely to see you too, Little Bird," he smirked, leaning forward while chewing on a mouthful of pork-chops which he immediately swallowed before opening his mouth. "It's been oh-so hard without getting to see you, but I've pulled through. Even with all the clingy nurses," he looked from her to the nurse that was so attached, watching from the mess hall's window. "So, need I even ask where you've been? Or if you were the one behind the nurse with cupcake in her hair?" He chuckled a little, reaching out and dipping a finger into one of the pastes on her plate, immediately plopping the finger into his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut, the taste being a new level of unpleasant. "Let's trade, my little bird." he said with a sincere smile, tossing his tray with half of its green beans and three quarters of a pork-chop untouched next to her. "I've lost my appetite anyway." Thanks to that disgusting paste.

[lantgreen]

Joseph heard several sounds of gunfire, some louder than others, he then felt a change in the atmosphere as someone grew closer. Though to him it wasn't someone, it was something, he looked up from his knees, his eyes bloodshot and soaked, all he could see was a brick wall coming closer, pushing him against the wall, forcing him to scoot back and crawl in the corner, he felt like he was going to be crushed. He cried out once more but this time nothing came out of his mouth but silence, yet he heard screaming from his lips that no one else could hear.

Then everything stopped, there was a flash of white and when Adelaide shouted he heard a bird chirping. It was the one sound he heard that wasn't horrifying, he grew quiet and sat up a bit, everything slowly fading back to what it was before. Cold dorm room, with a hard bed, the new doctor in front of him, his dorm mate behind him and a fellow patient at the door. He breathed slowly but unsteady and didn't say a word as he looked around between the faces.

[Padriac Muldoon]

"Well then don't take things that don't belong to you." he muttered, turning pages in his notebook.
Doctor Muldoon's eyebrows raised. It all made sense now. He finished skimming Joseph's 'resume' He turned to face the woman in the doorway. "Ma'am, please go back to your dorm, I assure you the situation is under control.." he smiled and looked back to Joseph. "Are you OK sir?" he searched his pockets "Do you need your anti-psychotic?"

[MsKittyCatty]

Adelaide glared at the doctor and boy talking, acting like they had nothing to do with Joey’s outburst. As soon as he stopped bawling like a baby, Adelaide took a deep breath and felt her body relax. The noise had stopped, and the angry lines creased into her face smoothed. “There. That’s better,” she cooed, walking up to the patient and placed two fingers under his chin, making him look into her ice blue eyes. “No more crying where I can hear you, remember?” she said softly, like a mother. With a bright white smile, she turned and walked out of the room, but not before flipping off both the doctor and boy as she walked by. She got out into the hall, having the rare feeling of not feeling like killing something at the moment.

[Lady Rawr]

Dr Zafar stared at the file on the wooden desk before him, a now cold cup of untouched coffee sat on the desk. Without thinking his thin fingers reached for the pack of cigarettes and lighter from within the pocket of his dirty lab coat, pulling one of the smokes out and placing it between his lips he lit it before inhaling deeply.

'James Clarence' the file read, before going on to describe a seventeen year old who suffered heavy from drug abuse and depression, amongst other ailments. He'd been with the facility since he was fifteen and had been one of Dr Zafar's personal patients, his drug abuse knowing no bounds and being a result of the boy's bleak outlook on life and inability to see anything good. As Zafar had recalled James saying in an interview "What's the fucking point of anything? Everything is either pointless, meaningless or just delaying your inevitable death."
Ah such fond times, he thought tapping the ash from his cigarette into an ashtray sat next to his coffee. James had allowed Dr Zafar the luxury of testing a new blend of drugs, which whilst highly experimental had also shown some results within smaller doses. Sadly it looked like any more than a minute amount was fatal. It caused heavy internal bleeding of the organs, with paralysis which followed by haemorrhaging and a slow death. Such a pity too, James had actually shown signs of improvement before the drug had shut down his system completely.

Luckily it as happened during the night instead of around any of the other patients, especially after the mess it had left as every orifice bled as he lay helpless. Picking up a pen Dr Zafar started to fill in the necessary paperwork. As his pen moved down to the cause of death column he scribbled in the word 'suicide' before moving on and completing the rest of it fairly quickly. Once he had finished he slotted the sheet into the front of the file and picking up the entire binder he stood, discarding his half finished smoke into the cup of coffee which caused a satisfying hiss before he left the office, as always locking the door behind him.

He stood in the dim and shabby excuse for a dining hall as some of the patients and staff had gathered to eat the dull tasteless meals that were breakfast. Standing for a moment he let his eyes scan the faces assembled, seeing Alistair and Raven being sat together he moved towards them and watched as the boy slid his tray over to her, replacing the foul tasting paste she had been given to punish her.

"Ah Raven, how are we feeling?" He asked, the faintest traces of a smile dancing around his lips as he overlooked the food on her plate. Only the previous night he'd had her down in his treatment room, after apparently she'd misbehaved - something to do with nurse Katherine and a cupcake, as well as calling her a whore. 'Well nurse Katherine shouldn't be a whore then' he thought smugly to himself. Either way he had begun a new treatment using the tiniest trace amounts of his new concoction, a slightly altered mix from what he had given James. Hopefully the smaller doses would stabilise her slightly. Ah yes, speaking of the boy, Dr Zafar cleared his throat and slowly said "I'm afraid I have some news for you" choosing to omit the word 'bad', "I'm afraid James Clarance took his own life last night."
Dr Zafar paused and watched the effect his words had on the pair before adding "Master Alistair, I trust you can inform the other patients?" It was more of a statement than a request, Dr Zafar and Alistair had an odd relationship if that's what you called it, choosing to humour the boy in his desire to be called 'master' Dr Zafar had often wondered what would happen if he neglected to do so, if the boy would dare risk touching him or if he'd know better.

With that he turned leaving the pair to their breakfast conversation and headed towards the staff room. As he made his way down the corridor that contained most of the dorms he passed Adelaide, choosing to remain silent rather than say anything he passed he glanced at the girl's black bracelet, considering briefly if his new anti-depressant might make her less… murdery. Probably not, he thought making a mental note to go back to working on an alternative treatment for her - maybe something less chemical and more therapy based would do? He thought as he paused glancing into Joseph's room where both Dr Muldoon and a newer patient Damian Freeman, their latest angered case were talking.

"I trust everything is okay?" He asked suddenly, alerting them to his presence "Joseph?" He added directing the question at the boy. As he did his eyes ran the new boy up and down - a lost cause as far as Zafar was concerned. He was in trouble with the law, and if his condition didn't improved he'd be going directly to jail on his nineteenth birthday - unless that was that for some reason Dr Zafar saw it fit to say that the boy was no longer a danger to the public. 'We shall see' he thought to himself solemnly.