Rosenberg's Correctional Facility For Disturbed Adolescents

[Padriac Muldoon]

Doctor Muldoon turned to face the Chief Doctor. "Uh, yes sir, just a bit of a bad reaction to getting a roommate I suppose." he smiled, and pulled out a pill bottle "I was about to give him his anti-psychotic, but he seems OK now." he put the pills back in his lab coat. "Unless, of course, you disagree sir."

Dr.Muldoon was still insecure in regards to his position on the respect ladder. He was most likely the youngest doctor in the facility. And despite his position as Dr. Zafar's second in command, he had trouble getting respect from the staff.

[lantgreen]

Joseph felt two fingers brush against his chin and lift his head up slightly, his eyes watered and sparkled as the light hit them when she spoke. He nodded and didn't make a sound, he looked back to the young doctor before him and shook his head, "N-no, I'm fine for now," he looked past him and at the chief doctor in the doorway, giving a slight nod with barely a smile. He uncurled his body a bit and grabbed a jacket that was too big for his small frail body and put it on. He stood up and wiped his left over tears away and gave a small smile, "It's okay, I'm fine," he looked over to his new dorm mate and spoke as if nothing had happened, "Yeah, I'll come, I love chocolate milk," his subconscious listening to what the guy had to say while he spazzed.

[ViridianHue]

~Felicia~

Felicia traced the scars on her arms, missing her long nails. The nurses made sure her nails were clipped short so that she wouldn't scratch herself and bleed her vein out. It made her restless. She wanted to see her blood, as a reminder that she was alive, that she could feel...something. Feeling the slightest pain was better than feeling nothing at all.

What the hell am I saying? I'm thinking like a mental patient, she thought, shaking her head. Perhaps it was the medicine they gave her. Maybe it amplified her suicidal tendencies instead of nullifying them. Yes...that must be it. Why else would she feel suicidal? She was normal. Sure, she'd wanted to kill herself that one time, but after two years, she was getting better. She'd be released out of the facility in no time. At least, that was what Felicia believed. The doctors seemed to think otherwise.

She sighed and glanced around the mess hall, her eyes swooping over 'big brother' and the 'schizo-girl'. She didn't really have anything against either of them. Ali was friendly to all patients but Felicia didn't trust him. She didn't trust any of them. They were all crazies, just waiting for the chance to kill each other or themselves. And Felicia? She still didn't belong among them. She was normal after all.

Grimacing at her plate in front of her, she pushed it away and stood up, heading towards the recreation room. She stopped when she heard a voice. "Can you please ask the doctor if I could have my paints for awhile today?" Painter-girl, Felicia observed, one of the few people she didn't mind being around - which was a relief considering Christina was her roommate. As the nurse replied that she'd have to ask a doctor about it, Felicia felt sorry for the girl. She knew how much, or less, sleep she'd been getting. She could hear her roommate tossing and turning in the bed beside hers all night.

Making a swift decision, Felicia walked over to the cupboards and retrieved a few paints and brushes. As the nurse talking to Christina left, she walked over to her roommate and extended them to her. "Here," she said. "Just don't...poke your eyes out," she added. Felicia convinced herself that she didn't do it because she cared. Christina's tossing and turning hindered her sleep and she wanted a good night's sleep as well.

[InkedWolf]

As the nurse left, Christina felt herself returning to the usual haze the medication left her in. It was almost like the world was wrapped in cotton, even her eyes, ears, all muffled and not quite right.

At least she may get her medication tonight. So she could for once sleep. She hated laying in bed, without sleep. It was as if every second drug itself out to eternity.

A few tubes of oil paints and her brushes were dumped beside her. Christina felt a little of the haze burn away, her colours were here! Felicia, the girl she shared the room with had "liberated" her supplies for her. She slowly picked up each tube of paint, noting the colours that were given. She looked up at Felicia, her bloodshot eyes felt itchy when she needed to focus.

"I wouldn't do anything with my brushes, they're my keys to maybe getting a good night sleep." She began to mix a few simple colours together, she drug her brush through the thick oil paints as she seemed to relish the texture of her materials moving. "How are you today? I..I'm sorry about last night. They're making me earn my sleeping meds, since I didn't do well with therapy I didn't get em." Christina didn't understand why they wanted to deprive her of sleep. The doctor said something about spending too much time in her dream world along with her imagination and she needed to face reality.

Like it or not.

[ImmortalComplex]

"Uhh great?" Damian said as his new dorm mate threw on a coat. "You lead the way, I dont really know where I am going... And sorry about your tennis ball."
Damian wasnt sure what to think of this place yet. Nor was he sure what to think of his crazy room mate. But if this place was this active, and his room mate was this wild, it was probably going to be a long couple of years.

As they began walking into the hallway, he decided to talk to the young man. "So uh, what are you in here for? And how long have you been here?

[Padriac Muldoon]

Dr. Muldoon meekly stepped into the hallway, and nodded at the chief doctor. "If you don't mind sir, I have duties to attend to..." He walked back down the hallway, towards the staff lounge. Where he found his tray of leftover cupcakes, still intact. On his way to the staff lounge, he poked his head into room 114 "Everything OK in here ladies?" he paused, getting nervous. Though these two didn't have too many threatening qualities about them, he always felt uneasy around patients. "Need anything?" He then straightened his tie and checked his clipboard again.

[InkedWolf]

Christina heard a noise rustling at the door. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she placed her paints back down. She wasn't sure if the Doctor assumed someone else gave her paints or if she helped herself. She decided to be considerate.

"I am tired Doctor Muldoon. I was wondering if I could please have something to sleep tonight. I have been tossing and turning all night."

[ViridianHue]

Felicia waved dismissively. "It's alright," she said, crinkling her nose as the smell of oil wafted out of the paint tube. She sat on a chair beside her, deciding to see her paint as she had nothing better to do. She has talent... If only she didn't doze off to La La Land every few minutes... thought Felicia, watching Christina mix her colours slowly. Just as she was about to apply the paint onto the canvas, one of the doctors came into the room, asking if everything was alright. Felicia frowned at him. She didn't like doctors. They talked too much. "Yeah," she agreed with Christina. "How many more hours are you gonna keep her awake?" she asked the doctor bitterly.

[lantgreen]

As everyone slowly left his presence, Joseph gave a nod to his dorm mate and walked out, "Alright, and no problem I hardly touch it," he had a happy and graceful tone as he walked and spoke to him, not yet knowing his name and all. As they made their way to the cafeteria to get something to eat and able to get a second carton of chocolate milk that his dorm mate was so willingly to give, he answered his question, "I've been in here since I was ten, so seven years now, I'm diagnosed with Psychosis, in case you don't know, that means I'm delusional, I hallucinate, and never a 100% with reality. For example you may feel the cold tile floors beneath your feet, I however, currently, feel them as a warm soft grass," they made it to the counter and Joseph had to take a step back so his dorm mate could get his food for the day.

He walked to a table and sat down, not feeling a hard plastic but rather a soft cloud and the smell of the sea to go with it. He looked back over to him, "and I'm sorry for my behavior or knowledge, I haven't had any schooling since I got here, so I'm just a ten year old boy stuck in this body." He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side with a gentle smile, then returning upwards, "Anyways, what about you?"

[MsKittyCatty]

Adelaide passed Dr. Zafar in the hallway as she left Joey’s room. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to give the man anything to threaten her with. After all, she hadn’t even hurt anyone yet today. She didn’t want that streak ruined just because a doctor thought she looked at him funny. As she walked back to her room, she stood in the door way, watching Dr. Muldoon walk by and go to room 114. She stretched her neck a bit, listening to the conversation as best she could. She heard someone say something about sleeping pills and Addie made a ‘tch’ sound. She hated pills. They just numbed whatever was wrong with you, or in her case, made the doctors happier and her more miserable. She continued glancing around the hallway from the doorway, listening and watching the zoo of the mentally ill.