[RPG • 250] Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum [PT] [ENG] - Speeltopics

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1866, Weston, West Virginia The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum for the mentally ill was founded in 1864. Since then it has had a reputation of beholding the worst of the worst. Between the walls of Trans-Allegheny die many souls who are buried in the gigantic graveyard on the edge of the grounds. It is told to be haunted with bad luck and everyone who is locked up inside, won't ever leave the grounds. Dead or alive. Now in 1866 the asylum has been reopened, after it was closed for several months due to a particularly gruesome murder inside its walls. Eight clients have been transferred from different other asylums to spend the remaining of their insane lives in Trans-Allegheny, but it is not only walls that holds the clients inside. According to the rumors, the doctors who have been appointed to take care of the clients aren't quite sane themselves. Welcome to the horrors of Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. R O L E S DOCTORS † Killian Theodore Cliffwood • Ian Somerhalder (narcissist) // Lizor † Edward Isaac Jones • Iwan Rheon // Shireen † Norman Richard Galloway • David Gandy (drug addict) // Miall † † Katherine Williams • Scarlett Johansson (sadist) // Macabre † Elaine Ophelia Hershey • Kristina Romanova // Shocker † Adaline Ruth Baker • Elizabeth Olsen // Viraha † PATIENTS † Charles Alexander Madkins • fc • Paranoid Personality Disorder // Lachesism † Henry Nicholas Reign • Daniel Bederov • Major Depressive Disorder // Viraha † Lukas Heathford • Arthur Daniyarov • PTSD // Marlow † Jethro Niclas Hayes • ? • Borderline personality disorder // Scythe † Lilith Stanbury • Violet Ell • Schizophrenia/ED // Macabre † Anastasia Florence Chau-Se • Daul Kim • Dissociative Identity Disorder // Lizor † Therese Scottsman • Lorde • Hysteria // Shireen † Dorothy Margaret Crawford • Cora Keegan • Bipolar // Miall T O P I C S † Roletopic † Chattopic 1, 2 † Playtopic S T A R T E R It is early in the morning and the patients arrive at Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. The doctors and nurses are ready to examine them completely before they get showed to their small rooms. The patients aren't allowed their own possessions in and have to walk around in pre scripted clothes. They have to wear white pants - men - and a long ankle skirt - women - with an elastic band instead of a fly and a white blouse. R U L E S † There is maximum of two roles. † Only Macabre and Lizor make new topics. † Posts have to contain at least 250 words. † No fights, unless it's in character. † OOC in playing topic between hooks or in the spam topic. † 16+ is allowed. † Without permission you can not control other roles. † Don't shut anyone out and try to read the posts from others. † In your post you name your name, role, location and the person you role is with. † No Harley Quinn's or Tate's. † Take the year into consideration when you pick a face claim. † And above all; have fun!

[ bericht aangepast op 18 jan 2017 - 17:09 ]

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My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

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You gave me my life all those years ago, now I give you yours.

Another day, another asylum, that where Jethro's first thoughts when he entered the new building. With another asylum came another set of boring clothes, another set of insane people he could get friends with but woudn't, another week, month or year with treatments that were supposed to make him better, but won't and another memory he could add to his brain and the docters would add to his file. His file, yes, he hadn't seen that thing in a while. Jethro wondered how big it had gotten or if they cut some stuff out before he would go to a new place to make them less scared.
      He was silent while he walked inside, not trying to escape, not trying fight with the others, he had done that enough already. Jethro had been in and out of these buildings in the last ten years. They where all the same to him. Always trying to help him, stuffing more pills in his mouth or sedate him with needles. But always he had gotten out of them. Back home, but when he exploded again, his parents had put him back, just like they did with aunt Maria. The thoughts of her took Jethro back, back too when it all started. His hand thought the colourfull beaded necklace he was wearing. It was the only joyfull thing in his normally black clothes.
      When the other patients where called, a tiny shy nerse came to him and asked him to sit down in the waiting area. She didn't look like she would be able to hold him and Jethro noticed how she clenched the syringe she was holding. But to her surprise Jethro did exactly what she asked. He walked with her to the waiting room and sat on one of the sturdy benched. He noticed the tall, strong man in the corner by the door. He was supposed to keep Jethro in the room and the nurse safe, that looked more like something that would be possible.
      As he sat down, he carefully planned his posture, a little bit slouchy, but not to much, just to look relaxed. His hands in his lap, sometimes going through his hear or beard, while the other time just playimg casually with the hem of his shirt. He knew the drill. He would be taken to a private room with a doctor, there Jethro would put his belongings on the table before the doctor would ask. This would include needles, razorblades, pieces of glass and metal and other random junk that was sharp. Besides that he would remove his shoes, sockes and leather gloves and put them on the table besides his junk. At that moment everything he wasn't suppose to have was on the table with the exception of his necklace. After that he would sit down on the simple chair, in the same "relaxed" attitude he had in the waiting room, and wait until the doctor would start asking questions.

[Everything described in the last paragraph is what he will do when someone takes him to the examination room. You (the doctor who examens him) have the permission to describe that in your post as Jethro comes in. In other words you can GM Jethro to do what I described]

[ bericht aangepast op 28 nov 2016 - 9:40 ]

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Do it scared, but do it anyway.

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“Can you please stand up?” Lukas nodded and obeyed. Adaline began patting down his arms and chest, meeting his eyes only once in a while. Lukas noticed that Adaline was careful with her touching him, which was appreciated by him.       ”Eventually you’ll have to talk to me,” she said to him, while searching for prohibited objects. Adaline moved to his back. “I won’t be able to help you without.”       Lukas sighed. He was well aware of the fact that he had to talk sooner or later, and it was not something he was looking forward too.       ”I will talk when I want to,” he answered. He closed his mouth shut right after, not planning on saying anything else to the woman. Then he felt her hands sliding over his pants, taking a necklace out of his pocket not much later. Anger and anxiety boiled up inside him. She could not take that with her.       After completing search, she walked back over to her desk and took a seat again. “I’ll have to confiscate this for now, I’m afraid. Yet perhaps over time, you can have it back. I’ll take good care of it either way,” she apologized and placed the item onto her desk.       ”Now Lukas, are you certain there isn’t anything you can share with me? Even the smallest detail might me a step in the right direction.” Lukas did not respond on that , but stared at the necklace on her desk.       ”Give it back,” Lukas said as he stood up. “Give. It. Back!” Lukas started to shout. He pushed the chair away and started to walk around the room.       “Please?” he asked her, as he was waiting for her response. When her response did not came quickly enough for him, he got frustrated.       ”Give me my necklace back! Or I will not speak to you ever again,” he said and he placed his hands on the desk. He looked Adaline right in the eyes. Her eyes had nothing else than kindness, she was not a monster.       ”I need it.” Lukas bit his lip. “Just pretend you never have found it.” He turned his face around to check if someone was behind him, but he assumed everyone was too busy with his or her own patient.       ”Please?” he asked, almost begging her.

[ bericht aangepast op 30 nov 2016 - 17:28 ]

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That is a perfect copy of reality.

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'First of all, I'd like you to call me doctor Hershey instead of bloody doctor,' she crossed her arms in front of her. 'Second of all, I hope you do realise you will never get out of here. I don't care if you're okay with that or not, it is what it is. Additionally, I don't know if your husband knows that you are here, and to be honest, I don't care about that either. You better learn to deal with it, and fast, thank you very much.' I scoffed at her.       'You haven't a clue what I'm here for do you? Don't expect Oscar to accept me to stay here for the rest of my life.' I talked back as she came at me and removed my hairpin from my curls. They fell down in front of my face as I looked at her angrily. When she put her fingers around my ring and took it off, however, I couldn't let it go without at least a say. 'I'll keep these with me.' She smiled at me.       'You must not know much about the respect and values that the holy matrimony holds. You'll see how it feels when somebody takes your ring of marriage, you damn wagtail.'       'So, Therese, what's wrong with you?' she asked after taking out her notebook. I looked at her, offended, but piercing through her with the sharpness of my eyes. As I thought of what to say, I decided not to say much about it.       'You may turn around and look at the file on your desk. Even I have learned to read, do you think I ever went to school? Oh, and do feel free to read it out loud because I would love to know what those bloody,' I emphasised the word. 'Doctors think about me. Does it say what Oscar claimed me to be? Because I damn well know there's nothing wrong with me, he's the criminal in this story. Then again, what do you know about it?'

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how dare you speak of grace

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'You may sit down.' I was quite interrupted by the sudden knock on the door as I remembered that I had locked it. Would that be suspicious? I didn't know, but I didn't care either. As if they would believe a patient's story over mine. However, I quickly regained my focus as I this time actually sat down on the large chair behind my desk.       'So, Lilith...' I start. At first I attempted to pretend that I was still reading through her documents, but quickly failed as I leaned back into my chair. For the moment, I couldn't be bothered by the page long paragraphs noting everything that previous doctors had found out about her mental disorder marked as schizophrenia. I was intrigued by one thing only.       'Charles around?' I gave her a moment to let my words sink in before speaking again. 'Did he... say anything about your behaviour?' I asked, as if trying to pinpoint any random thing I wanted to know about these shenanigans.       'I mean, does he influence you a lot or do you just not care about what he thinks? Who is he?' I found myself to perhaps be a bit too desperate to investigate this, but my curiosity got the better of me.       'An old man wandering around inside your head... Peculiar. Are there any others? With other behavioural aspects that might influence you? Or are they all just straight up the reason that you freak out over every single thing I tell you to do?' I looked at her sharply, studying her thin and frail body. She could really use some more flesh. Even without reading (which I did seconds later), I could firmly state that this girl was not eating enough, at all. 'I advise you to shut it right now, because I don't want to hear anything coming from your mouth until I grant you permission to speak.'

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how dare you speak of grace

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‘You must not know much about the respect and values that the holy matrimony holds. You'll see how it feels when somebody takes your ring of marriage, you damn wagtail.’ I squint my eyes at the woman and snort swiftly.       ‘Maybe I do not know anything about marriage indeed, and I could not care less either. Marriage is for dependent, weak human beings.’ I say and bat my lashes at Therese once again. ‘I hope that did not offend you, or hurt your feelings?’ I say with a broad smile and play with the pen that I'm holding.       ‘You know, Missus Scottsman, the thing is, I do not really care about that file and what it says about you. I would like to hear the whole story from you.’ I put my pen and notebook away again. I turn to my desk and pick up the file. ‘But if you really insist... I would love to read you a nice bedtime story,’ I continue and lean against my desk. ‘Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom, ruled by a queen named Therese,’ I start, my eyes quickly going over the lines that are written down on the file. ‘Therese was diagnosed with hysteria and paranoia but believed there was nothing wrong with her, at all. However, the whole court knew better and wanted to help her. Eventually, she ended up in the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, whose genius doctors had to cure her, and she lived happily ever after.’ I put the file away. ‘So, now I would like to hear your story.’ I grab my notebook and pen again and look at her expectantly.

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I just caught the wave in your eyes

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For a mere moment the boy does not respond to me, instead staring at the necklace I have neatly placed on the desk. My suspicion that this object – though tiny – may be more valuable to him than I may have realized, is immediately confirmed as well, as he starts to speak, not answering to any of my questions or requests.
      ”Give it back,” Lukas states as he stand up, clearly disturbed by either my actions, or what is going on in his mind. “Give. It. Back!” Overcome with emotion he pushes the chair away and starts wandering around the room, something I have seen him do not that long ago. This time I stay seated, realizing trying to force him to sit down once again, won’t be helpful in his case. After all, that has been proven in my previous experience with a rather panicked Lukas.
      ”Please?” My heart breaks the tiniest bit, however my mind starts to overflow as I try to decide what to do. My job forces me to keep the necklace, however what kind of a person would do this to such a fragile being? At this moment, I’m not even sure it’s the best course of action anymore.
      Even when he starts yelling at me, I feel the same despair radiating from his presence. This was not a man with wrongful intentions, however a very unstable one – which makes him just as dangerous. Perhaps even more. “I need it. Just pretend you never found it. Please?”
      I frown, clearly disturbed by the choice given to me. If anything would happen because of this simple item, I would never forgive myself. But I already have made the choice in my mind, so I sigh. “I can’t promise someone else won’t find it and eventually take it. We do routine check-ups, you know that,” I mutter, all the while taking the necklace in my hand and sliding it towards him over the desk.
      ”However, if I can do this for you, can you please take a seat again and at least tell me something? I’m someone you can trust, Lukas, I promise you that. And after that, the examination is over and you can take a moment to clear your mind, catch your breath, whatever you need..”

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[ bericht aangepast op 3 dec 2016 - 3:07 ]

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A girl who wonders.

29 • Narcissistic • Examine Room • Patient Reign and Hayes ‘You seem very sure of yourself,’ he says looking more in thought then really present in this room. ‘I don’t know whether that’s a good thing, or a rather bad one. Not that I really care, I suppose. Though you should know I don’t enjoy being played with.’ He looks me straight in my eyes and I frown.       'Is it- though? Is this a game to you, Killian?’ He starts plucking at his bandages again but I decide to ignore it until it's becoming a real problem.       'No, Henry, this isn't a game to me,' I say simply. 'This is my work. You are my job.' I look at him and get my hand through my hair another time to make sure it really lays down neatly on my perfectly formed skull.       'I don’t know why I have this curse,’ Henry continues as if I've never interrupted him, ‘Nor do the 5 other doctors who tried to figure it out. Tell me Killian, as you are the best,' he says in a mocking tone, 'Why do I feel miserable?' For a moment I fall silent, because everything I say now will probably be wrong. I then open my mouth to say something but right at that moment the door opens and I'm saved by the bell... or door. A man gets ushered in by one of the nurses. I grin slightly at her and get up from my chair. She blushes.       'Uhm... this is mister Hayes. He will do this session with you since we are out of doctors and y-you are... the best-I mean specialized.' She blushes even more violently. I thank her and wink. She hands me his papers before she leaves. I walk over to the man and hold out my hand.       'Hello, I'm doctor Killian Cliffwood. Come sit down. We were just having a very interesting conversation. Henry and I have decided that we'd play a game. A question for a question. Would you care to join us?' The call me Charming, no, no, not prince... Doctor, Doctor Charming.

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My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

24 • Dissociative identity disorder • Examine Room • Doctor Galloway 'I'm quite content with this situation, just as it is,' he says. I turn around as I listen to him speak. I then look up at him with big eyes while he clicks the pen. I blink and frown slightly. 'Right. Miss Chau-Se, I think we are done for now. I will escort you to your room, if that would be okay with you.' He gets up and I take the time to let the information trickle into my conscious brain. 'Let's go.'       'I do not want to go,' I say in a less harsh tone and demanding tone. It more or less sounds like a whisper. I play a bit with the curtains. 'Can't we stay and... talk?' I ask. 'You know, I do like talking a lot but I am always locked up on my own so that makes me have to talk to myself or to other people in my head. I sometimes wish I could make other people with my head but I can only imagine them. Do you know that feeling?' I start walking to him and give him a broad smile. 'You can stay in my room and we can talk while I make it my own room, because this is going to be my new home, right? Or not? Am I going to be send away again? I always get send away,' I say and take a deep breath. 'I don't like that. It makes me want to kill people and myself. It makes me really sad and we do not want that.' I bite my lip and play with my long hair. 'No, we do not like that at all,' I whisper, now more to myself, 'now do we lovelies?'

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My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

Jethro Niclas Hayes
patient • 26 • borderline • examine room • Killian and Henry

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“I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.”

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Not long after he sat down, Jeth was collected by another nurse. This one looked at least a little bit more sure of herself than the previous one. She took Jeth to a smaller room, this one would have a doctor to see him, she had assured him whilst they where walking through the hallways. Jeth had pretended to to look at the interesting white walls and listen, so he nodded a couple of times if the woman said things. Just as Jethro was pretending to like the walls, she was pretending to have an interesting conversation with him.       Jeth shook the hand of the doctor before he began unpakking. From his pockets he got sigarets, matches, a couple of razorblades, pieces of metal and glass to put on the table, even pieces of paper and wood came out of his pockets. After his pockets where empty, he moved on to the hems of his shirt where he got out a couple of sewing needles that where carefully placed in the hems around his arms. After removing all the junk, he placed his shoes and socks beside it on the table and finally sat down. "How lovely, you're playing a little game of questions," Jethro said monotonously, "I suppose that I don't have much choice here, or do I?" In the mean time Jeth had loosened his fingerless leather gloves and put them on the table in front of him. By this point je had removed all items he wasn't suppose to have except for his worn-down colourfull beaded necklace.       "Jeth Hayes, 26, I'm here because this way I don't endanger myself or my family and you can help to cure myself, not that that will ever happen, yes I can be dangerous, last Tuesday for self-harm, a couple of months ago for suicide, around fifteen to twenty hospitals and asylums in ten years, I stopped counting a few years back, no I don't have any more prohibitit items, yes I would like to keep my necklace, any more questions?" By now Jeth leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs, feet against the desk in front of him and his hand behind his head. "You're the best- I mean specialized in what exactly?" Jeth asked in the same voice as his previous sentences, it was crystal clear from the way he spoke that Jeth was bored and that he had done these conversations an awfull lot of times as he had just summed up the most frequently asked questions.

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Do it scared, but do it anyway.

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The moment I am to receive my answer from the doctor who seemed so confident, we are interrupted by a knock on the door and the entrance of an unknown nurse and man, the latter probably being another patient. Part of me feels rather disappointed. Not that I have that much faith in the man who claims he is the very best, I do desire this – whatever it might be – to disappear, one way or another. An answer would be such a relief. On the other side, I welcome the distraction, instantly deciding I’ll look for an opportunity to leave.
      The moment the new patient starts emptying his pockets, my eyes fall to the razorblades and I zone out all conversation between them, having no interest in hearing it. How easy it would be to control my own end, if I were to have those blades, though. However, I don’t see an opportunity to take them without anyone noticing. Fuck.
      ”How lovely, you’re playing a little game of questions.” I tiredly glance over to my fellow-patient, pushing myself to focus. “I suppose that I don’t have much choice, or do I?” Of course you do, my friend. Why would you give them all power?
      Instantly he starts summing up every detail about his psychiatric experience, ranging from dangerousness and total of asylums. He’s been in quite a lot, I realize. I myself had seen my fair share of doctors, but I wasn’t thrown from asylum to asylum. Part from my constant desire for death, I was a rather good patient, I suppose – often too tired to rebel against them.
      ”You’re the best- I mean, specialized in what exactly?” The way the man speaks, tells me he’s awfully bored by this whole ordeal – which annoys me in a subtle way. He’d be foolish to think this would be as easy as his previous experiences. With one simple conversation I had learned that.
      ”Perhaps,” I begin in complete apathy, “It ‘d be alright if I go to my room? Seems rather distracting to have me here, as you speak to this other gentleman.” I force myself to stand, leaning my hands on the desk for a second – with purpose, of course, as I try to sneak away one of the razorblades under the palm of my hand. “Not to worry, Killian, I’ll ask one of the nurses to guide me. . . and I’m looking forward to our next little game.”

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[ bericht aangepast op 6 dec 2016 - 3:24 ]

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A girl who wonders.

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'Maybe I do not know anything about marriage indeed, and I could not care less either. Marriage is for dependent, weak human beings.' I grinned at that.       'You are either truly naive, or just too damn annoying for any man to want to marry you,' I muttered, not caring much for her response. Naive indeed, to think that a woman could get anywhere great without being married. This wasn't me accepting my restrictions, I climbed higher up. And I thought that I did that in love, perhaps I was actually wrong about that.       'You know, Missus Scottsman, the thing is, I do not really care about that file and what it says about you. I would like to hear the whole story from you.' I looked at her suspiciously, and squinted my eyes at her, but remained silent as she picked up the file and started reading.       'But if you really insist... I would love to read you a nice bedtime story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom, ruled by a queen named Therese. Therese was diagnosed with hysteria and paranoia but believed there was nothing wrong with her, at all. However, the whole court knew better and wanted to help her. Eventually, she ended up in the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum, whose genius doctors had to cure her, and she lived happily ever after.' She put the file away again. 'So, now I would like to hear your story.' She grabbed her pen and notebook. I sighed.       'That's a very easy way to describe it. I can't deny this story's accuracy. But this will be about the millionth time that I explain why this came to be, yet no doctor has complied to entering it in the file yet. That, or Oscar ordered them to remove it...' I said in a low tone of voice.       'Because the only truth behind this is that the many things that Oscar did to me caused all this. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. But those are things that you will never understand, because you are not married. And even if you were, this is an exception. He never mistreated me before we got married.'

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how dare you speak of grace

29 • Narcissistic • Examine Room • Patient Reign and Hayes 'How lovely, you're playing a little game of questions,' the patient named Jehtro says in a rather dull tone. 'I suppose that I don't have much choice here, or do I?'       'No, you do not. Sit down, please and tell us a bit about yourself.'       'Jeth Hayes, 26, I'm here because this way I don't endanger myself or my family and you can help to cure myself, not that that will ever happen, yes I can be dangerous, last Tuesday for self-harm, a couple of months ago for suicide, around fifteen to twenty hospitals and asylums in ten years, I stopped counting a few years back, no I don't have any more prohibited items, yes I would like to keep my necklace, any more questions?' Well, we have a talker here. I give him a courteous little smile and flip through his file. 'You're the best- I mean specialized in what exactly?'       'I am specialized in nutcases like yourself,' I say indifferently. 'I have already discussed this with Henry here and we were talking about what has brought us hre on this lovely day. Henry, how about you introduce yourself to our new guest.'       'Perhaps,' Henry begins. 'It ‘d be alright if I go to my room? Seems rather distracting to have me here, as you speak to this other gentleman.' He gets up and I see the strange manner in which he leans on my desk. I get up and look at him. 'Not to worry, Killian, I’ll ask one of the nurses to guide me. . . and I’m looking forward to our next little game.'       'Oh, but Henry, we haven't finished here yet.' I grab his hand and force it open to take out the razors. 'Use your energy for something more useful, like getting better perhaps?' I take my time to look around at the two man and then sigh. 'Alright, fine. I will escort the both of you to your rooms. It will give me time to think about how we are going to establish the next few meetings and thoroughly scan through your files. Follow me now. Come.' I open the door and watch the two man so they can not sneak anything with them. The call me Charming, no, no, not prince... Doctor, Doctor Charming.

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My fake plants died, because I did not pretend to water them.

Jethro Niclas Hayes
patient • 26 • borderline • examine room • Killian and Henry

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“I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.”

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“Can you define nutcase?” Jeth had seen the looks the doctor had given him. Not knowing if that was a good thing, Jeth didn’t pay a lot of attention to them. Through the years in the system, he had changed. In the beginning, the first few asylums, he had rebelled against everything and everyone. He got angry all the time for no reason. After that, he started to get annoyed and stopped talking all along, still getting angry a lot. Today he was just bored, he had done these kinds of conversations and routines so many times that he just went along, not really motivated to do anything. There would come a moment his mind stopped cohering and he would change completely from the way he was now.       Jeth saw how the other patient, the doctor had called him Henry, stood up and leaned against the desk. He wanted to leave already, this could become more interesting than Jeth thought in the first place. “I would have chosen the needles, easier to take and hide,” Jeth said when Killian forced the razorblade out of Henry's hand. “They are less noticeable and razorblades are very large in comparison to the needles. Needles can be hidden in between your fingers, while razorblades are always in your palm.” This was the way Jet had sneaked stuff in these places, but only when the doctors were stupid and there were a lot of stupid doctors out there, but Killian wasn’t one of them.       ”How sad, I just started to enjoy this game,” Jeth said almost cynical, “I hope they’ve written something interesting, it’s quite a thick book I see.” Easily Jeth got up and after a final glance at his possessions on the table he followed Killian. “When I get out, I would like my stuff back please.” Jeth nodded at his stuff on the desk. He didn’t need those to harm himself, it was just a matter of time before he would get something new to react to his needs. He learned to be patient and look for less obvious ways to acquire products. As well as he wasn’t planning to attack Killian, something he would have done earlier in his life, at least until Killian would do something to unleash his anger.

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Do it scared, but do it anyway.

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You gave me my life all those years ago, now I give you yours.