Yolanda glanced down at herself briefly, having never considered that she could even pull off the 'sexy' look. It would be moreso difficult in these ill fitting clothes. "Dit sal moeilik wees om,*" She muttered to herself before returning her attention to Daniel. "I'm not entirely sure that I've proven myself to be helpless so far. And, unless they're into Satanism, I'm perhaps not sexy, either." [* It will be difficult].

Daniel shrugged a bit. She was right, she was a fighter, she had made that known. "Well, you have the whole foreign language barrier angle you can take. Maybe if they just think you're really dumb because you cant speak our language, they wont see you as a threat anymore and they'll just forget about you?" Daniel thought on that for a moment, walking towards the back of his room and back to te front again, thinking. "Yeah.." he mumbled to himself. "Yeah, you kind of fucked with them a little with that already, anyway--which was brilliant, by the way, well done-- so just... yeah, keep doing that. Bat your eyelashes some, and you're probably gonna be out and about in no time at all!"

Yolanda gave the man a crooked smile. "Thanks for the advice," She paused as something dawned on her. "What's your name?" She couldn't believe that she had forgotten to ask his name. It made her worry that the asylum was already starting to fry her brain and make her forget simple things - like asking the name of someone she was speaking to. She wondered briefly how long it would take before she forgot all of the simple things. Would she forget her name? Her age? Where she was from? Yolanda grimaced as the thoughts flashed through her mind. She wouldn't let that happen. She wasn't crazy, not like some of the others here. She would get out, not simply resign herself to her imprisonment and forget everything.

Daniel made an expression that accurately represented his bewilderment. He didn't even notice that neither of them knew each others names, and yet this whole time, they were holding a fairly normal conversation--in spite of the situations they were in--almost as if they had known each other for a while before being locked away. He brought a hand up to his eye, rubbing the sleepiness out of it before answering her question. "Oh, yeah. Daniel. Fetzer." He said, running his hand through his hair now, sighing tiredly as he did. "And your name?"

"Yolanda Grieg. If I had friends, they might have called me just Yo. It takes less time to say," She smiled at him before hearing approaching footsteps. She stepped away from the door and backed up against the far wall. An orderly glanced at Daniel with a sneer before opening the door to Yolanda's cell. He set her with a hard glare. "Got orders to let you out and get you acquainted with the place. No funny business, got it? Just do as your told." Yolanda smiled vaguely. "Jy is 'n moroon." The orderly ignored that, shaking his head with a sigh. Why couldn't she have spoken English? He took her by the arm and lead her out of the room, down the corridor and into the recreational room. They were letting others out gradually.

Daniel made a mental note of her name and nickname, even if he really just planned on calling her by her full first name anyway. He never really liked nick names, and Yolanda had a pretty cool name to begin with. He gave her a knowing look when the orderly came and took her out of her room, and she gave him a small, mysterious half smile back as they took her out of her room, leading her away now. He knew that they would be letting him out soon as well, so he would catch up with her in the rec. room. While he waited to be let out, he walked across the room, to the sink. He looked into the small mirror above it, studying his face for a moment. Using his hand, he pushed his hair back for a moment, revealing his forehead and more of his eyes. He made a face, accompanied by a sort of snorting noise. He removed his hand, letting his hair fall back down to its original place just above his eyes. He shook his head a bit, laughing at himself. And then, he saw it. It was only for a split second, just as his eyes were about to leave the mirror, but it was there. One of them, caught in the reflection of the mirror. Oozing blackness, dripping with darkness, moving quicker than something that looks like that should move. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes quickly darted back to the mirror where he, of course, found nothing. But he knew what he saw. He had been seeing them for months. If they were around, so was trouble. And then, just as he was about to start freaking out, he heard an orderly tapping on the bars of his room with on one of their nightstick contraptions. IT was Daniel's turn to leave. He was more than happy to go.

As Yolanda was lead into the recreational room, she observed the others being brought out. As before, most had their heads down or were staring around in bewilderment, having no idea where they were or what was happening. Occasionally, she'd see someone who seemed a little more sane and competent, though they seemed submissive. She grimaced at that and wondered how long it had taken for each of them to breakdown and become frightened shells of their former selves. Some of the quiter ones had long scars along the sides of their heads and she knew that their submission had assisted. Yolanda sat down on the couch and crossed her arms, wondering when Daniel would be allowed out. There was no doubt that she needed the man.

Daniel walked to the rec. room by himself, unescorted. He wasn't considered much of a threat, so the Orderlies tended to let him walk to places by himself. His pace was brisk, his gaze one of a frightened animal, constantly looking to the left and to the right, eyes wide and alert, ready for anything. He had seen what the creatures could do, and he did not want them coming for him. Granted, they never did, but they were monsters. They didnt abide by any human laws. He had to be casual, though. He needed to be seen as sane, or he would lose a lot of the privileges he recieved due to the disinterest of the Orderlies. As he was walking, he adjusted. He slowed his pace, he let his eyes fall back into their usual, droopy state, though he was still searching with them. He was still alert. HE entered the recreational room, hands in his pockets, almost completely normal. Something was slightly off about him, though, but it wasn't tooeasy to notice. HE quickly located Yolanda on the couch, and he took a seat next to her, not gazing at her yet. "Yolanda Grieg, we meet again." He said, that aloofness back in his voice again.

Yolanda glanced to the side at the sound of her name and gave Daniel a brief smile, one which faded as she looked at him. Something appeared to be wrong, though she couldn't understand why. To be fair, just being in this place was wrong in itself, but she thought it couldn't have been the reason. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, making sure that the orderlies would be unable to hear her speaking English.

"Peachy." He said, is eyes locked onto the corner of the room. One of them was over there, crawling along the wall. It moved past patients and orderlies, who were all completely oblivious to its presence. But Daniel knew it was there. He could see them. He could see what they could do. He didn't know why, but that's just the way it was. He watched it move past one of the patients, stop, and move back. It stood behind the patient, a woman with frizzy black hair and a distant look in her eye, towering over her. A mouse to an elephant. It leaned in close to her, then... smelled her. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Like it was trying to see if it liked her or not. If she would be good to feast on or whatever the fuck it was that these things did. Daniel gave a slight reaction, still trying to keep up his act. He sighed a bit, leaning back and staring up into the blinding fluorescent lights of the Recreational Room. He didnt want anyone to think anything was off about him. Besides, he didnt want to see what the creatures were doing to that woman anyway. "Enjoying your first day?" He asked, sarcastically.

Yolanda stared at him, knowing something was off but unsure as to what it could be. He hadn't seemed affected by the place when he was talking to her earlier. Could something have happened between him meeting her and coming to the recreational room? Maybe he was crazy. Maybe everything that had happened before was simply a practiced ruse, an imitation of sanity. She shook her head; she didn't want to think about that. Yolanda sighed quietly. "Oh, yeah. I have to say, though, the company leaves something to be desired." She gestured towards the mainly still and near catatonic patients.

Daniel cracked a smile when she said that, causing him to relax a little bit more. He made a wide, sweeping motion with his hand, showing her the whole room as he spoke now. "These people are the epitome of amazing conversation though." he said, running a hand through his hair now. "How could you not love them? And the Orderlies? Come on, they should be making you feel like you're right at home, right? Like mommy and daddy are right here. Like they never abandoned us and left us alone to rot in a shitty asylum!" He chuckled at his own joke, turning to face Yolanda now, trying not to notice that one of the creatures was slowly making it's way towards both of them. "They really do care!"

Yolanda frowned a little at that and looked away. She didn't blame her parents for what was happening; they had moved from their home land just to protect her from what they're neighbors and townspeople were doing to her. She cleared her throat and tapped her fingers against her thigh, a nervous habit that she had developed from childhood. "When do they give us some food?" She asked, changing the subject completely.

The creatures were upon them now, breathing in, breathing out, crawling all around them. It took everything Daniel could muster not to react visibly and violently. Instead, he just kept looking at Yolanda, trying to keep himself grounded by carrying out this conversation with her, not the monsters that were gently clawing along her back. "Ah, shit, it's different all the time." He said, scratching his head. "Usually sometime between 12:00 and 3:00." He looked down at his feet for a moment, biting his lip, focusing on everything but the darkness. He had to keep this conversation sounding sane.

Yolanda nodded and opened her mouth to reply, but an orderly suddenly approached, staring down at them with a mock look of happiness. "Making friends, are we? About time you tried to get some action, Daniel. Been long enough for you." He grinned, though it was more of a leer. Yolanda glared up at the man and, unable to stop herself, she stood up and hit him across the face with a hard left hook. The orderly stumbled backwards as blood began to drip from his nose and he turned his head back slowly, locking eyes with Yolanda. He wanted blood. He removed a smaller baton from his belt and smacked her across the face, careful to avoid striking her in the temple - the last thing he needed was a fatality. Yolanda fell to the ground and made heavy contact with the ground, though she felt none of it. Her vision swam as she opened her eyes and looked up, almost screaming as she saw a towering, black figure standing over her. She sat up quickly, a mistake, and continued to stare at the figure even as her vision edged black and the room fell away. The orderly squinted down at her, one hand on his jaw as he breathed hard. He jabbed the baton at Daniel. "Take care of that." He ordered, before turning and walking away with a litany of curses.

Daniel watched the event play out in front of him, slightly confused. It had all happened so quickly, he didn't really have enough time to process everything that was going on before he realized that Yolanda was getting smashed across the face with one of the orderlies batons. He didn't necessarily react. His eyes kept that disinterested look, though his eyebrows were raised high on his forehead, an exaggerated frown on his face. But there was one thing that stood out to him. He tried his hardest not to notice that one of the creatures had decided to loom over Yolanda since they had entered the room. He tried not to notice that it was continually staring into her face, observing her expressions, observing her reactions to the conversation with some sort of childlike wonder and interest. When she got hit, she smashed into the ground hard. The creature stood over her. Daniel tried not to notice. But Yolanda noticed, and Daniel noticed her noticing. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, she was about to fucking scream. She sat up, her eyelids fluttered, and she passed out. The creature, disinterested now that she was sleeping, just sort of... disappeared. The orderly held his jaw for a moment, anger still flaring up in his eyes. Then he looked to Daniel. For a moment, he thought he was going to get hit as well. "Take care of that." he said, before quickly walking away. Daniel lifted his arms, shaking his head a bit. He stood up, lifting Yolanda up so she was leaned against his side. He started moving her back to her room.

Yolanda emerged from the darkness slowly at first, then all at once, jolting back to reality. She gasped and looked around wildly, suddenly on the floor again and scrambling away from Daniel. She slid away along the cold floor easily, ending up with her back against the far wall. "Die Duiwel is hier. Die Duiwel lewens.*" Yolanda was babbling now, her hands gripping her knees as they were held to her chest. A part of her knew how crazy she looked, but it was overwhelmed by her fear. She wasn't looking at Daniel, she wasn't looking at anyone or anything. Her eyes held a far away glaze that was generally only reserved for soldiers. "God, hoor ons gebed. Die Duiwel skuil." [* The devil is here. The devil lives.] [* God, here our prayer. The devil lurks.]

Daniel walked up to her slowly, looking around to make sure nobody was around to witness the scene. Luckily, everyone was in the Recreational Room, so the hallway was empty, except for one patient who seemed to not even know the two of them were there. He crouched down in front of Yolanda and put his hands on her shoulders, his voice low and quiet as he spoke. "Look, I know you saw them. I don't know fucking how, but you saw them. I've been seeing them too. I've been seeing them for months and until now, for all I know, I was the only one. Those things are the reason I'm even in here. But you need to get up, right now, and get it together. Don't let them think they broke you. Let's just get back to your room, I'll try to fucking explain it there, but right now, you need to compose yourself and stand up, okay?" He stared intently into her eyes, trying to calm her, to compose her, to get her up before they were spotted. "You're gonna be fine, you just need to stand up, okay?"

Yolanda breathed hard as she looked at Daniel, her hands squeezed into tight fists as she tried to calm down. She took a moment to process all that he was saying; they were real? How could they be? If he knew about them, how could they not? She closed her eyes tightly for a few moments before nodding slowly and standing up. She walked with him to her room, opening the door tentatively, peering in first before stepping inside. Yolanda immediately turned to him and gripped him by the arm. "What the fuck is going on?" She demanded in a whisper yell. "How do you know what I saw?"

Daniel held his hands out to his sides, shrugging as he shook his head. He was just as confused and freaked out as Yolanda was about the creatures. "Look, I dont have a fucking clue, okay? They just fucking appeared one day and everyone I told didn't know what I was talking about! I know about as much as you do by this point, which is nothing. I tried telling people about them. I tried warning people about them, and just look where that landed me." He was pacing around the room by this point, talking with his hands excessively. "And until now, I thought I was the only one that could see them, but clearly that isn't the case, because you saw them too. But they arent always around. Sometimes I go days without seeing them, and then out of nowhere--theyre here. They just-- I dont know! And when they're around, bad things happen. People die. Or faint. Or go into comas or something, it's really fucked. And I--we--cant do shit about it and it's fucked!"