Arista

Darcy Institute for the Mentally Insane(Arista & Briza)

Emmitt: Patient #K1435

The sound of soft footfalls echo around the silence of his room, jerk him from his light doze. Head lifting and tilting slightly, a soft sigh escapes his lips when he judges the destination was his room. He slowly sat up and after a moment, flexed his numb arms and rolled his stiff shoulders. He knew what was coming, it had already been a month since he awoke within his room, it was time once more.

"Get up patient K1435. It's time." The gruff voice that sounded from behind the door had Emmitt's muscles tensing. He wondered briefly when he hadn't been given his medication the night before, he shrugged it off and focused on the soft sigh that came from his 'escort'. The sound of the locks shifting had him shifting so he sat at the edge of his bed, a manic grin spreading across his pale features.

"Shouldn't we sedate him first?" A new voice had the raven-haired boy pausing, his head tilting in curiosity. It was a voice he hadn't heard before, judging by the tone he was a new guard and a young one too.

"It would be easier but he's wearing a jacket and he knows if he deserves anything his new partner will face his punishment with him." The first voice stated with gruff amusement underlining his time, Emmitt blinked and shifted his arms from within their confinement. He'd heard whispers about partners being given to those who passed the exams, Emmitt had been tested last due to his vision.

"If you insist sir..." The second voice agreed hesitantly, Emmitt's face split into a grin as the sound of his door slowly opening filled his room.

"Up." Was the command that followed the moment of silence, Emmitt sighed softly and did as he was asked. The large pair of hand that fell on his shoulders had the boy tensing and hissing softly, the fingers that gripped his shoulder blades tightened their hold before relaxing. He was guided out of his room and into the lot hallway, his closed eyelids opening to focus on white walls and almost invisible patient doors.

He began walking and judging by the soft twin footfalls following him, he was fine to continue on his own. He blinked when he made a right and continued down the identical hallways, taking a left and then right. He could hear it faintly now, the sound of gasping breathes and pounding hearts. He paused when large fingers landed in the center of his spine, Emmitt's head tilting when he hears no sound behind him.

"Bring patient K1435's partner so the test can begin. We're waiting by Exam room 4." The first guard grunts into what Emmitt sees is a walkie-talkie. He shrugs and turns to face the door that has 'Exam room #4' written in black letters, his arms flexing under the straight jacket he wore. He hasn't met his partner yet but had been told by his doctor that he was the same age as him and was new to the institute as well.

He'd know soon enough, his eyes closed as he turned to face his two escorts and leaned against the wall beside the door. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia paused in her typing at the sound of a door slamming. Her eyes blink and after a moment, she tugs her headphones from the outer pocket of her laptop bag. She didn't want to come across as noisy, placing them in her ears she opens up her saved music and presses play.

She relaxes when comforting piano music begins to fill her ears, her fingers resuming their respective typing across the keyboard. Her head thunks softly against the wall after a moment and her eyes shift to the window as a small bemused smile filters across her lips. She shakes the thought of leaving from her mind and focuses on what she has before her, a long breath escaping her lips. @Briza

Darcy Institute for the Mentally Insane(Arista & Briza)

Emmitt Christian Dilantin

Name:
Emmitt Christian Dilantin
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Illness:
Anger Management/Suicidal

Personality:
Emmitt is quiet but easy to get along with, his temper however is something that most people don't see. Whenever he feels ithat rising us usually leaves if he's in a crowded place to the gym to beat the punching bag into submission. When he's unable to reach the gym he heads home and sits in a corner and rocks back and forth until it passes.

History:
Growing up a single child to parents that spent most of their time at work, Emmitt learned from an early age how to fend for himself. His neighbors took notice that he spent most of his time alone, and would often give him food so he wouldn't starve. He was six when his parents left for two weeks on a business trip, it was nearing dinner time when his elderly neighbor Esme Fellows appeared at his doorstep.

He began learning how to cook from that night until Miss Esme declared him a little cook three weeks later. His parents returned nearly a month and a half later, Emmitt sneaked out of his window when he heard their voices in the hallway. He was thirteen when he came it contact with 'The Shadows' a local gang that snuck around town and did as they wished. He joined their ranks a month later and happily spent his time with them, occasionally popping by Miss Esme's home to check in and aid her.

It happened on a wintery day two days after Christmas. They'd gone to see what they could find around town, when they were ambushed by another group. Emmitt watched as his companions were slaughtered in font of him, his arms being held behind his back so he couldn't help them. When his eldest brother fell, that was when his mind snapped and he lost control. He remembers pulling away from the hands that held him and spinning on his heel, however anything else was hazy. He awoke in a padded cell with the smell of copper in his nose and after lifting his fingers, bandages covering his chest.

Additional Information:
Emmitt loves classical music. He also seems to be losing his vision.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia sighed softly and began to type away. Her shoulders relaxing and eyes focusing on the screen before her, her teeth softly clampinf on her bottom lip. What she'd said might of been a bit rude, but at the time it made sense. Aleksandr was acting odd and in order to help him, she decided that space between them might allow the other to relax. Her left ankle began to sway as her fingers continued to skin across the keys, her head tilting as she shifted her gaze from the recluse male and toward their project.

"You should of picked to stay home Sylv...that was you wouldn't be a sore-spot or intruder..." She mumbled softly after a few moments, she blinked and noted that her fingers had gone against her wishes. She was now staring at a paragraph that resembled more of a story structure then a project structure. A soft snot escaped her lips as she debated on deleting it or not, are a shake of her head, she denied.

Better to allow her mind to wonder for a few hours in story-telling then Goggling random facts that would only piss her off. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"There are too many to pick in reality. We could pick someone who did something good for the country or pick someone who did something horrible in an attempt to seek a 'perfect' society. Really we just need to chose, I can work on the information gathering while you...go relax or something in the other room. I can tell by observing you that I make you uncomfortable and if that's the case I can leave." Her gaze was focused on the window, her fingers having stilled against her thigh as she spoke. She meant it to, She wasn't oblivious to her surroundings or people for that matter, she just chose to stick to the shadows and watch.

She leaned forward and reached for her laptop case she must of left near Aleksandr's bed. Settling it in her lap and unzipping the zipper, she pulls out her laptop and proceeds to turn it on. Her fingers typing her password in when it asks it of her, her statement still hanging in the air between them.

Opening a document Sylvia allowed her fingers to skim the keys as she labels the blank sheet as "Historical Figure". She then proceeds to connection her laptop to the WiFi from her store it was the easiest and the one most people used. She pulled up Firefox and typed Google into the search box, she settled her head against the wall and waited. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

At the warm touch, Sylvia awoke with a soft sound escaping her throat. Her eyes blinked and see slowly rose to her elbows, her head tilting as she focused her gaze on Aleksandr.

"Yes?" She asked with a blink of her eyes, she felt energized once more, if not a bit dizzy from the medication still thrumming through her veins. A flash of lightning had her attention fora moment, she rose fully until she was seated with her back against the wall. She focused on the other male as her fingers began to absently trace patterns against her thigh. Her brows knitted slightly as a thought occurred to her, the clap of thunder bringing a smile to her lips. "Not to seem...forward but we do have a project that needs to be done. I might not be able to attend the presentation but I can help if you'd like to work on it for a bit?" She'd meant to as a statement but after getting a glimpse of the others face, her sentence had ended as a question. She was rested and calmer now, best do something that would keep her mind busy. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia shifted and rolled onto her other side, her fingers twitching as if reaching to hold something she seeked to hold. Her brows furrowed as the faint scent of soap filled her nose, her lips thinning as she tried to get comfortable once more. A shiver raced up her spine as a shiver ran along her spine, pale fingers twitching once more.

Wide gray-blue eyes glanced around the snow-covered cleaning, bare pale arms rising to wrap around her shivering form. The sound of a twig snapping to her right had her head whipping up and in that direction. A hiss escaping her lips when her feet sunk into the snow. The sound of another twig snapping filled her eyes and had her heart picking up speed. Her eyes widened further when she caught a glimpse of what hid within the trees.

"Loup garou..." She hissed as she took a step back, her feet sinking further into the frigid snow. She watched as the shadow slowly emerged from its hiding place, the sudden gust of frigid air spurring Sylvia into action. She knew it was stupid, she knew running would ensure her death, she just had to move.

Spinning on her bare feet, she took off and instantly regretted it when a roar echied behind her. She ran into the trees and focused all her attention on out-running the creature she could hear behind her. A scream escaped her lips when she felt claws slash suddenly just above her back, she ducked and rolled and continued running. The wind bit into her skin, her chest ached and her legs threatened to give from under her, she just couldn't stop.

She had to keep running. She had to.

Sylvia shuddered and curled into a ball, her fingers gripping her long strands of hair and tugging. She curled up and shivered once more.

She never once awoke from her slumber. @Briza

Darcy Institute for the Mentally Insane(Arista & Briza)

Young children are being taken from their homes, kept locked away and experimented on for the use of war. Pitted against others, they must fight for their survival as well as sanity. The Institute night look like any other from the outside and the first three floors. However a secret door is hidden where the Scientists keep their most 'prized' "Fighters".

Can salvation be found within a place where blood and screams drench the halls? Or will a daring escape destroy the carefully thought out plans?

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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Sylvia finally allowed sleep to claim her after she listened to the rain pelting the window a few feet from where she lay. One hand curled against the pillow beneath her head while the other curled close to her mouth. Her sleep pattern varied and was never constant, she could go four days without sleep before passing out. Her fingers twitched absently in her sleep as a multi-color hue began to form behind her closed lids, a frown etching itself across her features.

She didn't want to dream. She just wanted to lay in darkness and ignore the real world. Her fuzzy mind turned to Aleksandr and his strange behavior, her head shook before she settled down once more. Over-analyzing things would only come back to bite her, as well as annoy her.

"Frown any harder and your face will stay that way...." She murmured as a wolf began to form behind her lids, her body curling as best it could. Her features smoothing out as the multi-color hue began to twist and spiral as the small wolf pup began to jump and run around. @Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

How is it that you heard me though a closed door and wall? Her question echoed in her head as she shrugged and placed her hands on the wheels of her chair. Remembering the way Nurse Gina had showed her, she began to wheel herself down the short hallway. She paused when she heard a clap of thunder and saw a flash of lightning, she entered the room Aleksandr showed her and paused.

Her head tilted as her eyes scanned the small room. Aleksandr must of cleaned up while she'd been shower, the books that had littered the floor had been picked up. She wheeled herself towards the bed and blinked when she noticed the sheets had also been changed.

She slipped out of her chair and flopped down on her side, her face focusing towards the window. Her eyes closed and soon she slipped into a warm half-awake state, her body relaxing as her body curled into a half ball. @Briza