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Standing there the female growled at the guard who was taking his time. Cordelia was only let out for a short time so she couldn't dilly dally around this stupid place. The ginger glanced through the window into the pool room to spot a small child and another female. The girl sure looked....delicious. Her gaze went straight to the young boy making her appetite vanish. For some reason she just had a hard time feeling the urge to eat children no matter how tender their flesh was. Only if the kid was a real annoyance did she bother trying to take a bite out of their chubby arms or legs. That boy didn't see all that bad. Of course she was just looking at him through the glass window instead of being up close. That female might have been his sister or something and no way would she allow Cordelia around her 'brother' or whatever he was to her. That was if she had any mind of who Cordelia was. The mask and handcuffs gave it away too. Turning back she looked at the guard who was now beside her. "Don't even think about it freak." Cordelia rolled her eyes "Whatever old man." She spat out and got a mean glare from him. "By the way you have a new roommate" The guard started making Cordelia give him a strange look. "Honestly I think it's a bad idea" he muttered under his breath. "So they are starting to trust me now are they? Male or Female? Age?" Cordelia questioned but the guard just shrugged. Sighing Cordelia looked back into the pool room "Let the Warden know that I haven't gone soft yet." She spoke seductively and looked at the guard making him take a step back.

Hearing the faint words ring through the hall Cordelia rolled her eyes "Look who's coming." As if on cue Dory walked around the corner and called out to Cordelia, calling her Cathy, on of the MANY names the idiot have called her. Cordelia glared at the blonde and bit her inner lip trying to resit the urge to squeeze out of the chains, pull the mask off and bite the idiot. "The name is Cordelia" The ginger said quickly and sighed. Everytime Dory saw her this happened. For a therapist or whatever she was she was so stupid. "Once again. My name is Cordelia. Do I have to tattoo it on your hand our something?" The sarcasm poured from her mouth as the female just smiled back at her. I was like seeing the past Cordelia and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

Smiling behind the mask the ginger nodded and turned, kicking her leg out straight to point down the hall. "Your squishy is right down the hall. If you run you can catch it quickly." Seeing the look on Dory's face brought an evil smile tot he females face. So gullible. If she said that her squishy was in Cordelia's 'cage' then maybe the ginger could have a good meal for once. Hearing the pool door open made Cordelia's head snap to look at whoever was coming out. At a close look she saw it was Maia. Turning to the female she smirked evilly behind the mask. "At least I know I'm the one occupying my own body." She teased and wiggled her hand gently. "I'm not in the mood for swimming anymore. I'm actually a little -" Cordelia's hand slipped from out of the handcuffs as she raised her hand up to pull the mask down. "Hungry~" the ginger snapped and leaned forward to take a bite out of the female. Her mind didn't even care about the small child, She had the urge to eat and there was a nice meal in front of her. Snapping forward she felt arms around her pulling her back as well as more arms around her seconds later. 3, maybe 4 guards were holding her back as she thrashed around and handcuffed once more before being dragged up to her cell once more.

Cordelia hit the floor hand and rolled once, lifting her body of the ground and running at the door hissing only to have the door slammed in her face. "I JUST WANTED ONE BITE!!!!" the ginger screamed out as the guards locked the door, her arms shooting out between on the bars on the small windows, trying to get hold of one of the little 'piggies'. The guards jumped back and left quickly to leave Cordelia waving her arms through the bars before stopping and pushing her now crazy hair out of her face. "No matter. The outside world is no fun anyways." She muttered and walked over to her table and picked her hand mirror up. The female laid down on her bed and looked at herself quietly in the mirror almost hypnotized by the reflection of the almost normal looking girl she saw.





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                                                            Scar still hadn’t decided, too many toys, not enough time. Some looked so delicate that they’d break the minute he looked at them and others looked like they could take the rougher treatment Scar often dished out. Scar preferred to stay away from the delicate ones, they broke too easily and Scar liked his toys to be durable. So far his favorite toy had proven to be one of the most durable, even when he broke he never said anything and continued to stick around, that’s why Scar adore his little Tai. They had a most unfortunate meeting though. Scar was a little drunk, a little angry, and Tai was a little too close to where Scar had been sitting and seething. Tai was being his exuberant self and Scar wasn’t having any of that. At the time they happened to be alone and Scar went crazy. He beat the young man within an inch of his life. He was only able to stop himself when Tai had fallen silent. ’What did I do? I can go to prison for this!’ He remembered thinking. He hadn’t been actually worried about Tai as much as himself, which was why he went to get some towels and peroxide. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He had muttered as he started to clean the cuts and gashes on Tai’s body. Scar worked in silence, contemplating that this might be how he spends his last free night. Scar helped Tai get back to his room and after he was tucked into bed he leaned down close to Tai’s ear. “Sorry.” He whispered before slinking out of the room. Scar had spent the rest of the night in his bed without getting a moment of sleep. He was worried about going to jail, but deep down he was disgusted with how he had acted, he was no better than those thugs that had abducted him as a young man. Scar could deal with the disgust, bury it deep down, hide it, rationalize it, and he would get up the next morning feeling absolutely guiltless. However he was still worried about going to prison, but as he went through the day he realized there were no cops he seemed to be safe for now. A couple weeks went by and Scar realized Tai hadn't said anything, it was then that Scar knew he had found a new, favorite, toy.

                                                            He was dragged out of his reminiscing as Rizzo appeared. She mentioned something about watching over her, which he had no problem with, he loved watching her sexy frame walking away from him. She was headed towards some table with a blue-haired dweeb sitting there. Scar turned to go grab some coffee before heading over to join Rizzo and the dweeb. Suddenly he was face to face with his favorite toy. As Tai looked up and realized that he had almost run into him, Scar smiled down at the young man and waved as he shuffled away. With that sort of reaction Scar knew he’d have to get Tai alone at some point today, but first coffee. Scar made it over to the coffee pot and once a cup of the warm liquid was in his hands he felt a chill run down his spine. Scar turned away from the pot and scanned the room. Someone was mentioning him, but this room had too many people to single just one out. Scar shrugged and walked over to the table Rizzo was about to sit down at. Before she had the chance to sit down, Scar placed his drink on the table and lifted her up enough so that he could sit, he then pulled her on top of his lap. He grinned as he heard the most adorable squeak leave her lips. When she looked to see it was Scar he just waved a bit and chuckled thinking he had gotten the last laugh. What he hadn’t expected was, that little rascal wriggling in his lap. He knew she was being a tease, but he wouldn’t put up with that, not unless she wanted to make good on what she was doing, right here in the kitchen. Scar put his hands on her hips to stop the wriggling. When she leaned forward, Scar did as well, he grabbed his coffee cup and whispered in her ear. “I think you’re relapsing maybe we should have a meeting of our own to help you kick that addiction?”

                                                            Scar heard a noise come from the blue-haired dweeb and his gaze wander in his direction. ‘What was that kids name again? Nick? Nate? No, no, it’s Neil!’ He remembered. Neil was looking awfully weird, kind of like he swallowed a toad or something. “What’s up with you kid?” He asked as he rested his head on Rizzo’s shoulder. Neil shook his head and mumbled something, but Scar could take a guess at what was up. Neil probably had a thing for Rizzo, but what the kid failed to realize is Rizzo had a thing for a lot of people and some of those people have been her thing a lot longer this blue-haired dweeb. They were also sexier than him. A lot sexier. Scar grinned taking his attention off Neil. “So, Riz, how’s your morning been? Make a new friend here?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. Scar listened as Rizzo talked, but pulled his head off her shoulder. He leaned back in the chair to see that another young man had joined them at some point. He believed his name was Jacques, he had seen him around Tai’s room from time to time and assumed that they were roommates, though Scar wasn’t certain. He’d had limited contact with Jacques, purely because Scar wasn’t interested in him. He seemed like a challenge but not as fun a toy as Scar had hoped from such an interesting looking young man. ‘That could always change.’ Scar thought. In the beginning he couldn’t imagine that he would have the toys he had. They were so much more fun than he imagined them to be. He smiled just thinking about it. It was only moments later that some food arrived. Scar figured it was probably for Rizzo and Neil, but he was hungry too. He poked Rizzo in the side and looked up at her sweetly. "Share with me?" He pleaded. He could have easily gotten up and fetched his own food, but that would hardly show the other two at the table that he was king of the pride. He had more control then they could even dream of and it would stay that way. Scar wouldn't go down without a fight, as if someone would honestly try to take anything from him. He was the one that wrenched things away from people, it would never be the other way around, at least not while he was breathing.

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                                                  The boy didn't seem to mind too much as he hallowed Alice and Hyung Seok towards the lunch room, being enthralled in to their conversation. It seemed that their beloved Rabbit was missing in action, poor guy must have lost his watch a again. He always seemed to be running late yet always arrived on time because of his impeccable timing. Without his pocket watch then no one would ever know the time and thus the poor situation that was happening now. He didn't have his closest friends near him to tell the time and so everything was moving slowly and yet seemed to speed off in a level that made no sense. It's all Topsy Turvy ' He thought while glancing back and forth at the two people who where walking in front of him. It seemed the conversation was now gearing towards the Red Queen Even the mention of her majesty was enough to cause a shiver to run down his spin. The lady wasn't as pretty thing nor was she ugly, however she was fierce. For some reason she tended to go after the lovely Alice and that alone was something that the boy could not stand. But all hope was not lost as Hatter always was there to save their Alice. He seemed to fancy the girl from what he saw. ' Speak of which where is Hatter,...' He thought while stopping in tracks to stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds.

                                                  Those few seconds must have been turned in to minuets as when he was taken back to reality it appeared that the two people had walked off further then he thought the would. Then again he was a very silent person when he wanted to be or when the pills took effect. Strange. The boy seemed to pause there for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts as he decided that the two people must have headed towards the lunch room, causing him to take a step forward. ' Wait,..' He thought while stopping in that first step, keeping his left foot up in the air. ' Stitching needs to go in the flesh.' Thinking this as he glanced down at his hands, which where still dripping small dots of blood on the ground. The boy then shifted his weight on his right foot, turning around around and ended up talking a left down the main hallway. He was now heading towards the nurses office, which was on the other side of the ground level. It took him a few minuets as he ended up taking the stairs down to the level, now enjoying the elevator too much. He didn't care to be trapped inside a metal box for too long when he could just walk. When he arrived the boy simply peeked inside, only to see the nurse sitting at her desk, filling out paper work. With sly movements he simply sat down on the nearest chair and waited for her to finish.

                                                  It took a few seconds for the woman to realize that someone was sitting inside her office and when she turned around the woman left out a gasp. It seemed he scared for. The youth couldn't help but to pause and simply start laughing at such a scene. He was known to make people jump a bit as he tended to not tell people he was in a room, being a quiet boy. He sat inside the nurses office, sitting on a round chair without any back to it. His body was slunched over as if he was far too lazy to sit up straight but that wasn't it. Both of his hands where held out, trying to make it easier for the elder lady to put the small stitches in his hands, sewing the wound back together. This was mostly for it to not leave a scar and close the hole. It wasn't anything huge nor life threatening however his family did pay good money for him to stay here and thus they needed to take care of him. Any evidence that was negative to the asylum was not good for press nor was it for their investors. And,.. Pop!' He thought when hearing the last needle poke threw his skin again and tie up the string, Everything was in good shape now, or so the sign of the elder women taking off her plastic gloves was. He wasn't too sure anymore. "Too bad the timer wasn't here. He could have stitched it good and tight for ya,.. " He said, keeping the same grin on his face as he stared up at the elder women.

                                                  "Mr Keller, how many times must I tell you that there never was a timer here? " She asked while lifting up her right eyebrow. She should have been used to these types of questions but nothing ever seemed to stick with the boy. "Now head off with you! There is a session today after lunch. " She said before sitting back in her own desk chair and started to write down notes of what just happened. Anything that was odd must be reported to the doctors here and almost everything he said was just,.. Off.

                                                  "Being late would be a change and might turn in to an adventure,.. Who knows maybe I will get lost and be later known as the second version of bluebeard.." He said as he stood up from the chair and heard his bones start to crack and pop. It was just something that always seemed to happen with the taller teenager. With a simple wave good bye to the nurse he started to make his way towards the main rooms however he wanted to make it there slow. There was no way he was going to sit still long enough to wait for the meeting to start. It was just nerve wrecking to the youth and always made him twitchy when he had to wait for missing students. ' Some idiots just need a pocket watch or they them self's can be a watch. Heh, watch head people,.. Always ticking me off' He thought while glancing in to one of the rooms before he hurried his steps. Realization seemed to hit him within those few steps, as he remembered that the doctors and nurses and the staff would be at that meeting as well. He didn't want to piss them off nor want to cause any attention to him yet. It was too early to get noticed just yet and if he played his cards right he might be able to disappear for a bit. ' Find the right desk and play with Jack.' He thought while shifting his eyes towards the ground as he finally walked inside the lunch room. It was packed with patients and staff member's.

                                                  As the boy stood there he simply stared down at his feet, forcing his damp shoes to click together. He then simply nodded his head before walking over to the kitchen counter, leaned over passed the people and grabbed him self some toast and a cup of tea. Not people knew it but tea had more caffeine then coffee thus the reason why it always had it in the morning. When he grabbed his items the boy quickly shifted his body away from the people, mostly because the ones who where near where all staff member's, and walked quickly towards the other side of the counter. He then placed his tea on the opposite counter before bringing up the toast to his mouth. He ate the toast in a strange way, biting off small pieces, chewing and repeated the processes. It was like watching a hare eat. As he munched on the toast the boy seemed to start watching the people in the kitchen, moving his gaze from each of them. Most of the people seemed to be chatting amongst them self's, mouths moving and sounds coming from the holes in their faces. He then paused when hearing the sound of someone eating near him, causing him to turn towards his left side. It seemed that there was a boy eating what appeared to be a pop tart a few chairs away from him. What was his name again? ' ...Luke,.. Lucky,.. lance.. Luca!' He thought while he tilted his head a bit to the right side. The boy always reminded him of a robot like in the Japanese films he not. Not sure why, just always did since the first time he saw him enter this place. He then watched as the boy named Pontos ended up trying to talk to Luca. Pontos was another one who reminded him of a baby elephant, always washing and scrubbing himself he did.

                                                  Nied then turned his attention back over towards his food , now staring at the small indents in to the bread that was his front teeth. "Wir wieder alle verruckt hier," Nied muttered to the toast as he ended up taking another little much of it. The youth then leaned back in this chair, only to feel the cold cloth on his back. He forgot to change his outfit before the meeting. He knew he forgot something,.. Oh well. Being a bit cold wasn't the worst thing to happen here.






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                                                  How was her brain doing? Alice really couldn't be sure... Was there a way to check in side your head? " I can't see it. But I imagine it's doing ok." she stated with a nod. Alice smiled brightly at the mention of tea. She liked hers with plenty of cream and sugar. Just enough to make it a bitter sweet taste. But others liked it differently. So she listened with fascination as the mouse talked about Taste buds. Trying to think if she had any similar taste buds like mouses. "you look plenty fine to me" she answered. Looking in his eyes like she was a doctor. Pursing her lips, she nodded. well he did look a bit mad...but he didn't need to know that. "they have a roof man? That awesome. Maybe they can fix the roof. I think it cries sometimes." she said with a sad sigh. The cries actually being small leaks from the ceilings. Alice found herself staring at the ceiling. Though unlike nied, she kept walking. Her mind drifting off to the red queen...

                                                  "different tea..." she echoed a bit dreamly. Feeling the boys hands on her shoulder. Looking at Hyun, she gave him a half hearted smile. "I bet the rabbit lost his watch. Or broke it. We should try to fix it!" she said excitedly. "though that's kind of Neids job. Though I bet some butter in the gears will fix it right up." stated Alice. She turned her head too look at nied. Who actually wasn't there at the moment. "don't fret Alice..."she murmured to herself. "he'll be in time for tea." tea was a very very very very serious thing. Infact, once Alice was late. Horrid day at was. She was pretty sure Neid threw a tea cup at her. Though Alice summed that up to not taking pills. as they started talking about the red queen, Alice's hand rubbed her neck. Poor Alice was so afraid of getting her head chopped off. It almost happened too! Alice shivered in fear. Disappointed with herself that she brought it up. Frenemie? Alice didn't like that... Enemy should come first. "let's call her a enemiend" she said. Having a bit of a tough time pronouncing it. The red queen was more then an enemy then anything else. Alice was so glad that her friends where there for her when the time came. In and out of dreams.

                                                  Alice felt bad for mouse. She never saw his family. Not once. Though her father or mother never came eather. She could just picture her mother saying 'what would the neighbors think about how our child's in an asylum?! No. We can't visit.' so feeling sympathetic for the boy, she tried her best to be there for him when his parents weren't. "hmm... The white queen." she said very happily. The white queen was intact the exact opposite of her sister. Instead of decapitating people, she glued there heads back on. In Alice's dreams, everyone she was friends with followed the white queen and her chess soldiers. The hatter, rabbit, nied, her, and mouse would always stand by the true queen. She wasn't too sure about the cheshire though. He was very indecisive. He should be too. The red queen couldn't exactly chop his head off. Because he could make his body disappear. How can you chop a head off a neck that wasn't there? So the cat had nothing to worry about. All he wanted was the hatters hat. Thinking about the hatter, she really hoped he was coming. He would sit at the head of the table.

                                                  Alice made her way inside the kitchen, her nose sniffing out the tea like a cop dog with drugs. "oh it's over here mouse." she said. Though it was always in the same spot. Alice wrapped her arm around his arm, and almost practically dragged him to the tea in her excitement. Alice let go of his arm, and tapped her chin as she thought of the what tea should drink. "they have to go an spoil tea by making coffee bags. (coffee bags being just like tea bags except it makes coffee.) Alice looked around the room for a moment. A sly smile pulling at her lips. Taking the coffee, she pushed it into the trash nonchalantly. "hmmm... What should I drink today mouse? Green tea? Or maybe I should try this fruity stuff?" Alice wasn't good with change. Especially a change as drastic as switching her tea. Alice frowned as she thought it threw. Her eyes drifted towards a lone boy sitting in a chair. Munching quietly on a pop tart. Alice felt a bit bad. She remembered how lonely she felt on her first week in the asylum. Though it wasn't exactly his first week... She would still be the one alone at the table if it wasn't for the Cheshire pointing to the group that loved tea. Which back then was nied and the hat man. Alice really didn't hesitate to sit with them.and now here they were. Drinking tea every lunch. So maybe luka needed someone to drink tea with.. "do you think we should invite him to have tea?" asked Alice as she faced Hyun.. She usually didn't do this everyday. actually never. But she thought maybe one tea time wouldn't be so bad. Alice's eyes drifted over to nied who was at the toaster. There he was! She looked down to see that his hand was all fixed up. Locking eyes, She motioned towards luka not so secreatly. Wondering if he thought they should have tea with him.


                                                  ( Location: In the kitchen with mouse, Neid, luka, and everyone else ) (Wearing: This!) (Orignal Organic Combustion-nadda)


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                                                                    The older woman couldn't help but to lift her eyebrow at the male as he leaned his head on her shoulder. He appeared to be very tried, talking in a sleepy tone of voice which she only heard in the wee hours of the morning. The proof of this was the way his head was on her shoulder, using it as a pillow it seemed. She watched as he closed his eyes with mild amusement, not being use to the boy being this quiet. Normally she would have shifted her shoulders a bit, not enjoying people touching her too much, however this was going to be the more peaceful moment the boy was going to have all day. Why not enjoy it for a few seconds? Plus she had a feeling that today was going to be exceptionally long for some reason. She could just feel it in her bones. Without a second beat she watched as the male opened his eyes and gave a grin which appeared most amusing on him. Only to turn around and place his hand son his head. Before he could mutter any other words the boys voice was silenced by another voice entering their ears. This caused her to turn her head up, staring at Mr Lee, who confident in all his form. The male was second in command in this place, next to Miss Sooh of course. He was in charge of pills and medicine, and was often the one who patients had to see first before getting their pills for the day, The man was brilliant at what he did for a living and even she had to admit her respect for him. Plus he was one of the very few people who could get Tai Zheng to calm down for a few seconds. It was almost like watching a father talk to child in some ways, but that could have been her imagination.

                                                                    When he nodded his head towards her the woman simply nodded back to him, only to watch as the older male walked off. Most likely he was off to find his wife, Sooh. The two where uslaly not apart from each other for too long, at least she had noticed that over the years. They made an interesting couple for half the time she needed to remind her self that they where married. It was always strange seeing them being romantic with each other as the sight wasn't one she saw too often. " Hmm,.. " The older female then turned her head back towards Tai Zheng when hearing his voice. it seemed that the younger boy was offering to come get some lunch with him. " Now that you mention it,.. " She said with a small pause while glancing down towards her stomach. When this happened a small growl came from her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet today. Before she could even agree with the young male, he simply locked her arm to his and started to force her in the direction of the lunch room. In normal situations she would have done something about this, however he was a fellow worker and not someone who was endangering her. So instead of trying to get out or tazering him, the female simply went with it with an amused smile on her face.

                                                                    " Fine I wont question you, " She said with a shrug of her shoulders as the two walked towards the Lunch room. When they got there it seemed that Tai Zheng had let go of her arm, heading straight towards the coffee pot. Before anything else happened the female paused when hearing the voice of Mr White, returning her call on the mic. She ended up being the item up to her mouth again, pressing the button with ease. " Copy that Mr White. When your done we will all be at the lunch room then heading towards the meeting room as normal. " She said before placing the item back down on to her holster, having a feeling the wouldn't need it for while. It appeared that most of the staff and the patients where already here, eating breakfast and getting some coffee to start out the morning. Her eyes went over to the main groups that where in the lunch room, landing first on the trio of Hyun, Alice, and Nied. They where all sitting near each other, all having tea for some reason of their own. ' Wounder where Mr Romanov is,' She thought while turning her attention over towards the next little group. This time it was Pontos and Luca who where shyly talking to each other. Both boys where known to be incredibly shy, at least in her eyes anyways. Next was Scar, Niel, and Rizzo. That was a strange sight to see however not enough to question anyone. The doctor was a genius when it came to interacting with patients, she gave him that, no matter how creepy he was.

                                                                    With a shrug of her shoulders the woman simply walked over to the counter, reaching up to get her own coffee cup. She always picked the one with the stone outline of a gargoyle on the handle, loving the design of it. For some reason she had been in a love affair with anything to do with gargoyles, Camelot, mythical tales and other strange things since she was young girl. It didn't help that her parents where kind enough to keep her faith in such things as she grew up. ' Guess I belong here too.' She thought while taking a hold of the handle and placed the cup on the counter. She then poured her own coffee, taking it black as normal before passing by a few people. Although she was a bit hungry the female had decided to eat something later, knowing it would be a good motivation to keep on working threw out the day. ' Maybe some pizza later,..' She thought while taking a sip of her coffee, watching the people inside the of the room. For some reason she always ate pizza, maybe it was a habbit she picked up from living in New York for a few years, one that never left her all these years. " Maybe a Jalapeno Popper Grilled Cheese Sandwich,... " She muttered to her self as she took another sip of her coffee.



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                                    Jamie kept his eyes trained on the ground as Maia got up to get her clothes. After all, she was ol;y wearing a towel. She said that she was fine with just wearing that, that it really worked, but he didn't want to disrespect her in case she was just saying that. He heard her walking back and he stood up, a shiver running through him at the sudden change in position. The cold water ran down his skin and he huddled in the towel that had been on his lap. Maia handed him her clothes and he smiled softly. He realized that there was a little bit of a problem. He didn't really want to get changed in front of her. But she must have sensed this, because she turned around and put her hands over her eyes, promising she wouldn't peek. Jamie smiled a little bit again and quickly stripped off his t shirt. It was clinging to his olive skin, so it took a while, but he finally managed to get the heavy and wet piece of clothing off. He wiped off his arms with the towel and slid on Maia's sweater. He shivered again, but not from the cold. It was warm, and it heated his body up. Next were the jeans. He quickly changed into them and put his shoes back on, which were water resistant, so they were fairly dry. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it but only succeeding in making it stick up.

                                    Jamie basically looked like a drowned rat. Maia's sweater and jeans dwarfed him. The bottoms of the jeans piled up at the tops of his hiking boots and the sleeves went way past his hands. But at least he was warm, and he wasn't that wet anymore. Maia's tone changed at that moment. He heard a sense of urgency in it, and anxiety. His eyes flashed up to meet her's, and then following her gaze to where it was on the door to the pool. Now that he was finished changing, he could hear voices coming from outside. Two or three voices, in fact. He had no idea why Maia was getting nervous about them, but he trusted her judgement. That was why his heart rate sped up and his breath started coming faster and he got a pain in his stomach. Who could possibly be outside? Maia hadn't been fazed by anything up until this.

                                    He felt a little reassured when Maia took his hand and started pulling him out the door and through the hallway. He looked at the two girls who were outside the pool door. They didn't look dangerous...but you couldn't tell in here. The one girl had bright red hair and a scary glint in her eyes and the other, blonde hair and a rather confused and lost look in her eyes. Jamie had heard rumors about some of the really dangerous patients in the asylum. He assumed one of the two girls was one of those.

                                    "I'm not in the mood for swimming anymore. I'm actually a little - Hungry~"

                                    It all happened so quickly. The red haired girl seemed to be handcuffed, with some sort of mask on, but when Maia walked by, calling her 'nibbles', one of her hands was free and she was pulling down the mask and lunging at Maia, her teeth bared. Jamie screamed, sounding more like a little girl then a boy and sliding his hand out of Maia's grasp. He quickly backed away, eyes wide and fearful, as guards came out of nowhere and held back the red haired girl and hauled her away. Jamie's breath was coming in short gasps now and he felt panic raising in his throat. He backed away quickly, going around one of the corners without looking. All he wanted to do right now was be hone. But since he couldn't do that, the next best option was back to his room. There was a meeting later, he knew. But he just wanted to hide under his covers right now.

                                    Jamie felt himself walk into someone -or something- and he whipped around, close to hyperventilating. He wasn't sure what that red haired girl's problem had been, but he didn't want to see her ever again. And when he got a look at who he had bumped into, he felt like he wanted to drop to the ground, curl up into a ball and just lay there for the rest of the day. Mr. White stood there, looking scary as usual. Jamie whimpered in fear and pressed himself against the wall, his eyes glued on Mr. White's face.

                                    "I'm s-s-sorry, s-sir."

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                                                      If this wasn’t an awkward situation, Calcifer didn’t know what was.

                                                      I mean here the trio was, having another one of their terrifying confrontations with Mr.Oog’s himself, with one of their own clutched within his grasp. In all honesty, Cal wanted to know how the hell this kind of stuff always managed to happen to them. Actually, scratch that, Cal knew perfectly why things like this happened because they associated themselves with Mr.White on a daily basis, that’s why. He was their boss man, not Sooh after all, his orders came before all others. Why? Because he was far more threatening than Sooh was, sure, Sooh had quite the mouth on her, and she could be intimidating, but no one was more frightening than Boogie. Ever since he had landed himself in this hell hole, Bermuda had been the only worker here that could strike fear into his cold, unfeeling heart. Though no matter how hard the trio tried, they were never able to rid themselves of the mans looming shadow, then again, it wasn’t like they were making a gallant effort at trying to rid themselves of the man. Oh well, it was just something they had to do with while living here.

                                                      Cal didn’t move a muscle, though deep down he was terrified of the man (And he was sure Bermuda knew it) he wasn’t about to let it be known for the world to see. He wasn’t a master of manipulation because he went around stating he was scared. Listening to the older man talk, Cal simply narrowed his eyes at the guard, taking a brief moment to let his composure slip. For a brief second he looked concerned, had he really come that close the getting another visit from Bermuda. Despite how much he could tolerate down in confinement, he always did seem to lose it whenever Og’s came to ‘play’ with him. He was after all, the meanest man around, and just because Cal happened to be apart of his trio of ‘favourites’ didn’t mean he was going to be getting any special treatment now. At Bermuda mentioning the trio, Cal’s eyes flickered over to where Darren was standing, oh course he had followed, good, at least now if they wanted to get away from the man, all three of them would be safe. However, there was another person who approached, a certain someone Cal had never met before.

                                                      Turning his head to where the female voice came from, and found a woman, no more than a year older than himself, standing between him and Olive and Bermuda. Oh, this girl was clearly new here. By the way she said ‘patient’ when referring to Olive, a sly grin spread over his face, she had no idea. He could feel her gaze on him, or at least on his flamethrower, it caused him to glance down at it before looking back at the woman. Allowing a charming, classic smile to flow over his face, Cal allowed his posture to relax his shoulders lowering while his body seemed to lean back slightly. She was clearly reading his body and facial language, so, he needed to change that. Dropping the aerosol container on the ground, he tucked the lighter back into his pocket before holding his hands up in an innocent manner. He wasn’t about to get in trouble for something he almost did. Though he was now weapon less against the boss man, he was sure he wouldn’t dare do something when there was an unfamiliar face around. He couldn’t have a bad note on his record, now could he? Glancing at Olive, meeting eyes with the with he suddenly knew what was going to happen. He let his gaze fall upon Darren, a dangerous grin spreading over his own face; Cal knew far too well what was going to happen next.

                                                      When Olive squirmed her way out of Bermuda’s grasp, Cal was less than surprised from the action. It was the same when she pushed the strange woman to the ground. A loud laugh came from Cal at the sight of her falling on the ground, his face contorted with pleassure. The chaos that was being caused, it was just far too much fun to handle. “And that, Miss. New face, is an honorary welcome to our lovely facility. We do hope you enjoy your stay here at Citricos.” Cal spoke in a husky voice, dipping into a low bow, coming up just as Olive grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, along with Darren. For a moment, he was running backwards, however he took Olives hand in his own and pulled her fingers off of his shirt, before whirling around so he was running normally. Despite being in such a stressful situation seconds ago, here Cal was, running around as if nothing happened. That was how his crazy brain worked.

                                                      Hoping that Olive was still hanging onto Darren, Calcifer took hold of the girls hand, taking the lead of the group dragging his two companions back into the kitchen. That way, if Bermuda decided to show his face again, at least they were some where, where he wouldn’t be able to do anything to them. Lolling his head to the side, he had a look of pure pleasure on his face “Well that was a bunch of fun! But I would love to not do that for a while” Calcifer hummed, twirling around the two so he could wrap his arms around both of their shoulders, resting his head on top of Darren’s as they stood in the kitchen. He paused for a moment to send Olive a worried look, but quickly snapping out of it. “Got you out of there in one piece, we did, we did. You should thank Darren and I, we’re clearly good at this whole rescuing thing!” He was being full of himself and he knew it, but hey this was Calcifer we were talking about, it wasn’t like he was about to be sentimental or something.

                                                      Nah, that would be far too human of him.



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                                          "Ahh..another mystery solved, thanks to me."

                                          Basil sighed in contentment as he dropped his short, dull, pencil onto his bed and closed his journal-- his soft voice coated with a charming British accent. Basil's parents were both British, father was from London, whilst mother was from Manchester. He never lived in England, though he would visit the country, he grew up in the states, enjoying American life whilst his parents were more accustomed to they life they shared in England. In America you couldn't get all the candy you would in England -- the wine gums, fruit pastels, mars bars, aero chocolate bars, maltesers, etc. They had similar things in America, but none were the real thing.

                                          Basil had spent his entire morning writing in his journal, writing his own mystery and solving it on his own. It was his routine every morning, and evening. When he woke up he had to write in his journal, other wise he'd feel incomplete the rest of the day. Then he had to write before he went to bed, as if the contents of the day he had was all just one big mystery that needed to be written out.

                                          To Basil, everything he sees, or every person he comes in contact with, is apart of this completely different world; a fantasy world. He thinks he's a great detective, like Sherlock Holmes, and everything is just a giant mystery that needs to be solved. The people around him, to him, are similar to the characters in the stories he read as a child and he'd treat them how Sherlock would treat them in the stories, and he even acted how Sherlock would act. Basil was very good at deducing people, now. He trained himself to read people so well, you would think he actually was Sherlock. He studied those novels over and over, until he felt he finally became them. It was the only way to escape his loneliness, from staying in the house 24/7. When his parents died... he was so scared that the outside world would hurt him, contaminate him with evil, that he wouldn't leave his aunt's house. He'd stay inside all day, wouldn't talk to anyone other than his aunt, or close relatives. He was home schooled so he didn't have any friends to play with, no cousins his age to goof around with. He isolated himself from the outside world as a way to cope with losing his parent's. Then he created his new world to cope with the loneliness and the loss of his parents.

                                          "I suppose I should go to lunch now.." He said to himself as he stood up from his bed. His roommate, Olive, had gotten up ages ago, leaving him alone to complete his work. The girl was silent, a mute as they called it, didn't speak to anyone. The two of them got along quite well, he would talk to her while she never replied. He had no problem with it, he liked the peace and quiet, but still felt bad that something was keeping the poor girl from speaking. He never said more than he had to, and never tried to pry his way into her life. Basil just stayed out of the way, and tried to be a good roommate. But, seeing as they're roommates, Basil often found himself feeling protective of the girl, watching out for her during group activities, or meals, etc. Wanting to make sure she was okay; he did that with a lot of people. They may not be his "friends" but that didn't stop him from caring about people. He wasn't heartless.

                                          The reason he didn't really have many friends was because of how he treated people, how he interacted with them. Whenever he was around people, he was deducing them faster than they'd ever believe, and whenever he brought up facts about their lives, they would get rather offended and stop talking to him, or call him a "freak", "weirdo". Basil never tried getting close to people, afraid he'd get hurt, or they'd hurt him. Who could blame him?

                                          After getting dressed, Basil grabbed his journal and held onto it tightly as he made his way out of his room, closing the door behind him as he walked down the hallway. He didn't really see anyone up there, probably because they were all on the ground level eating lunch. He shrugged, being late wasn't really a big concern for him, but he knew if he didn't leave soon, they'd have someone sent up to fetch him. He was always on a time limit in the mornings, no-one seemed to trust anyone alone in their rooms for too long, unless they were sleeping of course, but still. He hated being told what to do, or how to do things, or giving a time schedule. He liked to do things on his own time, not be rushed or forced into things. Especially when it came to the workers in the facility he was confined in. His aunt had him sent to Citricos because she thought he was making the whole Sherlock thing up, which he was, but he denied it. He refused to believe that his fantasy world was really just that, fantasy. They'd argue all the time about it. She'd tell him his name was Ethan and that his parents died, but he refused to believe it. Deep down, he knew it was the truth, but he refused to let the truth come back, to fall back into the hands of reality. No, never again.

                                          He had been at Citricos for about two years, now. He was seventeen when he was sent there, his Aunt finally coming to the realization that he needed serious help. He was told he had agoraphobia and that his world was fake. He didn't believe it, he still doesn't believe it to this day. He didn't want to believe it. He felt safe, and comfortable, in his new world; with his new life. She told him he needed to get help and learn how to deal with his depression properly, and that she'd see him soon. Basil didn't really understand why she was sending him, he thought he was perfectly fine. He was hurt and confused when she sent him, and couldn't wait until she'd come to visit, so he could convince her to bring him back, to come home. When he was sent away, that was his first time out of his aunt's house. It was extremely traumatic and a whole new experience for him, one he wasn't comfortable with, nor did he understand. He waited for her, everyday, to call or visit him. She did neither. He continued waiting, but still nothing. He finally came to the conclusion that it was all a game, a big mystery he needed to solve in order to come back home. That's why he wrote all the things he did. He'd show them to his therapist and ask if it was the correct answer, if he was right, and see if he could go home. Each time he asked, he was told no, and he needed to look deeper. It pissed him off, he was doing everything he could but he had no idea what they wanted, no idea at all.

                                          He wanted out of here.

                                          Finally reaching the ground level -- his bedroom being on the 6th floor -- Basil smiled slightly at a few people walking passed him and made his way further onto the ground floor, following the smell of food, which led him to the all too familiar kitchen. The smell of food alone was enough to make him drool, or drop to his knees. Granted he never ate that much, but he did enjoy the overwhelming aroma of food. Especially pastries, those were always amazing.

                                          Basil stopped, awkwardly, in the doorway leading into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room, looking for an empty table for him to sit at. He wasn't too fond of communicating with people, in the mornings, but he would if he had to. Letting out a sigh, Basil's eyes lit up when he saw Blair. She was the head of security, but to him she was Inspector Vega (Detective Inspector Lestrade in the Sherlock world), part of the police department. He liked asking her is she had any cases that needed to be solved, or looked at. She was one of the few people who he actually wanted to communicate with. It helped passed the time.

                                          "Afternoon, Vega. You look puzzled, lost in thought. Perhaps trying to figure out what to consume for lunch? Are we going with pizza, again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked, knowing he was right. "No, I can tell by your concentration, you're thinking about trying something new. Change is good, sometimes." He said smoothly, his smirk fading now as the smell of her coffee burning his nostrils. He only took his coffee black but with two sugars. How anyone could have plain black coffee, or add a lot to it, was beyond even his deductions. "I've come to ask if there's anything I can do, today. Anything out of the usual I can take a peek at? C'mon, there's bound to be something 'round here that needs inspecting that even you can't do. I can solve anything, remember?" He said, pronouncing his words clearly even though his accent could be difficult to understand, sometimes, when he would talk at a fast pace. Basil sighed and scratched the back of his head, then put his arm back down and looked around the room. All the familiar faces were in their usual spots with the same people. No-one particularly liked going outside of their comfort zone, even the sanest of people.

                                          "If not any cases that need to be solved, how about the to-do list for today? Any 'exciting' events we're going to be forced to go to?" He said, a sarcastic smirk as he folded his arms, his journal still tightly gripped in his hands, his eyes locked on hers.



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                                                              Darren's head seemed to tilt towards the side a bit when he noticed that the main boss man was waving towards him. He only locked eyes with him for a second before turning his attention back over towards Wendy. In normal situations it was always best to play the game with 'Oogie', no matter what mood you where in but he couldn't bring himself to at the moment. Instead of playing the role as a trick or treat child the boy felt a bit more tense in this situation. It was always a game with them, no matter who got hurt. But this time Olive was in pain and the game was losing in his eyes. It was getting hard to keep that grin on his face but it seemed to stay as if glued there. ' Stop thinking' Worrying over this situation was too annoying for him. Besides Cal was there, and Olive was planning something once more. He could see the wheels in her head turning as her eyes where showing this off. Something brilliant was about to happen. When the trio was together they where known to get out of anything and where willing to destroy anyone who came to stop them in their fun. This brilliant system caused them to be together and now it was going to play in some of the best tricks this asylum had ever scene.

                                                              Suddenly Olive squirmed her body out of Bermuda’s hands, causing her small body to drop to the floor. He seemed to share the same though as Cal, not being too surprised on how the young girl handled it. If there was one thing the girl was good at, it was getting her self out of tricky situations. That was one talent he lacked and wished he shared with her, of course they couldn't all have the same traits. If they did then their group would be boring and nothing would be able to get done. He then watched Olive push the female doctor on to the ground and started laughing, joining Cal in that moment. It was a humorous moment to see, plus the young female doctor deserved it. He listened with the same grin on his face as Cal gave a 'warm' welcome speech to the young lass, before watching him give the woman a bow. He supposed it would be rude of him to not welcome her as well, after all Olive and Cal gave their welcomes, so it would only be impolite for him to not even notice her. Of course there was no time time to give her candy so he simply raised his left hand up and gave a small wave to her.

                                                              " Oph!" Before he could only processes what just happened the boy looked down to see Olive grabbing him and forcing him to run. At this angle the youth was being forced to run side ways, doing his best to try and not trip over his legs. He should have been sue to this by now but honestly it still felt just as hard to do as the first time he was dragged in this awkward position. Lucky for him Olive seemed ti run a steady pace, unlike Cal who ran like a demon. ' Thank goodn-' Before he could even finish that thought the boy noticed that the devil boy had grabbed a hold of Olive hands, switching them and was now trying to be the leader in this running. With wide eyes he watched in horror as Cal had indeed gained control of the running, now being the one who was dragging them both. ' No, no , no ,no!!' He thought while trying his be to push his legs to keep but with him, not wanting to be left behind. Mostly because he didn't want to be left with a pissed off boss. That was the last thing he wanted on his list of things of things to do today.

                                                              Finally the three had stopped in their tracks when they reached the kitchen, a save heaven it seemed. With so many people in the room there was no way they would be a target for Bermuda. The man was too intelligent to try anything with so many people in the room. Plus they had greater protection with Blair and the nut case 'Basil' in the room. If that man got a hold of any odd information then he would fallow it to his dying day. Truth be told he was still waiting for the day when they would be called in for a job to get that nut case off of one of the doctors. Putting his nose in to the wrong peoples business. ' Bet my candy it will be either Bermuda or Scar who do it to.' He thought while taking a sneak glance over towards the creepy doctor who seemed to be harassing some patients, but in the most playful of ways. The boy then paused when feeling a weight on his head, causing him to glance up at Cal who was once again using him as a leaning post. Guess it was better then a pillow. He learned over the years to just let it happen and that fighting it would just end up with him being used as a body pillow in the end.

                                                              When hearing his comment about them being hero's the youth couldn't help but to laugh a bit. "Defenders of Olive! " He said with a simple nod of his head. "If where this good at this hero stuff then maybe be can start charging? I bet the princesses in here would play a lot of chocolate and lollipops if we 'save' them from danger. " Of course when he spoke of saving he didn't mean picking them up from breaking their ankles. He thought more of a controlled moment, where they set up a trap, the idiots fall for it, and they get a reward for getting them out. Made sense in his mind.



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                                                                    The older females head snapped up when hearing the skid sounds of shoes rushing to a stop, forcing her self to turn her head towards the opening of the kitchen room. With an amused smile growing on her face she saw the strange trio of misfits now standing near the kitchen door way, appearing slightly out out breath as if they where running. To her it was nothing strange as the three where always running around and causing trouble of all sorts. Normally she had half of her men running after them,. Sometimes she had to run after them herself, usually having to take away lighters, pointed candy and the occasional items they snagged from the guard section. Besides that she thought of them as okay kids, just trying to have fun in a confined place. They reminded her of the street kids who she had a few run in's with in New York. So many of them lived on the streets however found odd jobs to help support the younger ones or just feed them self's. It was always a shame when they turned 18 though, as once that age hit and they where still in the habit she would have to arrest them. For the younger ones though they would be placed in a home, which depending on the place could be a blessing or just as worst as the streets. ' Kind of miss it now,..' She thought while bringing her coffee cup back up to her mouth, taking another sip.

                                                                    Suddenly a very familour voice caused her to look up from her coffee cup and towards the speaker. The male who was standing in front of her was a a familour patient who she had conversations with daily. His name was Ethan Karry, however anyone who knew him called the male 'Basil', due to his mental state of thinking he was the fictional detective character. Of course she wasn't sure yet if he was drawing more on the Sherlock Holmes male or the children's novel Basil of Baker Street. Just another mystery of his character she guessed. Still the man was amusing enough to her and oddly enough had helped her out in some cases. A part of her always had to remind her that he was indeed a patient and not someone who she worked with. ' Shame too, the guy would be a grand rookie,' She thought while watching him for a few seconds, letting his comment about trying something new enter her head. The man seemed to be pin point little note about people, watching them. She had a feeling that she asked the daily habits of half of the patients and staff member's in this room that he would answer her in full. A part of her wasn't sure if that was impressive or a bit scary. Maybe with time she would be able to decide which categorize to put him in however until that day came she would continue to chat with him.

                                                                    When hearing his question about if there was anything strange going on today she couldn't help but to pause and take another sip of her coffee. Everything today seemed to be a bit off however there was nothing she pinpoint today. It was all surreal. "Besides a few missing items but we think we know who's behind it. Sorry Basil, guess today has been a bit boring but it is only lunch time. " She said while quickly having her eyes glance around the room. She had to keep an eye on everyone inside. So far her guards where in charge of gathering the missing patients up, mostly trying to wake the sleeping in patients. It seemed however they where taking their lovely time in waking up and finding the others. ' Need more men,' She thought while returning her eyes back on to the male in front of her, watching as he folded his arms over his chest. Her eyes then went to the journal which was tucked under his arm. She had only a few glances at the journal as he seemed to dislike it when people tried to take a peek inside of it. Even the Doctors never had access to it. People have tired numerous times to take it away from him but the male was cleaver to let that happen. Even the trickiest ones in here had trouble with him.

                                                                    " A to-do list? " She asked while tilting her head a bit to the side before shrugging her own shoulders. " Well we are having the normal meetings today for everyone , which dose require all staff to be there. Along with patients mind you. " She explained taking another sip of her black coffee, enjoying the bitter taste. "With the holidays coming up we will need more people to keep an eye on the patients in here, mostly for depression or trying to run off to see their families. Either that out their families will be coming in to visit them, which some are going to need to be watched as well. Everyone has something wrong with them, just others are better at hiding it. " The female then leaned her back on the wall, before locking eyes with the male. " Of course I don't need to remind you that. But either way I will be needing help in watching everyone. Think you can be on the case? " She asked with a sincere smile. Honestly she had learned over the years that the male was good at his 'job' and give him 'cases' to keep his mind sane. Plus it was easier to just treat him as a normal person, knowing full well that anyone who tried to get him out of that mind set would be in a world of trouble The poor new intern doctors never see it coming with him.



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                    Catherine and Reina hadn’t been of much company, then again it was still early. ”I know I can be breathtaking but silence, now that was definitely unexpected.” His grin turned into a half smile as he continued to wait for either one of the woman to speak. What he heard and felt was not what he had been waiting for. ” Eat with me? –Or should I say us, I made a friend today.” That sweet voice came from the one and only Rizzo, a doll she was. The touch of her porcelain skin wrapping around his waist and the pull of her experienced fingers on his belt loops sent a chill of excitement down his spine. Finally, someone worth conversing with. ”Why waste time on such a trivial thing like eating when there is so much fun to be had?” His intense sight turned toward Rizzo just in time to see her eyes focus in on Reina. That woman could probably care less what innuendos flowed from the mouths of Rizzo and Jacques but clearly Riz seemed more concerned with playing the good girl. Following her cue, he left the duo at the counter and joined the conversation at the table.

                    Taking the third open seat, Jacques couldn’t help but notice who was going to be his entertainment for the time being. On one side, there was Neil. He was a chill dude and unique. He wasn’t one to pick fights for joy and he wasn’t one who had found himself face to face with the darker side of Jacques. For that, Jac was able to sit with him in peace. Now the other side was the darling Rizzo and Scar. What a delightful combination. . . not. Jacques had never been a fan of Scar. That man had too much power and seemed to be too sane. He was similar to Jacques on the level of confidence and for that they would never be able to get along. Not anytime soon anyway. “What’s up with you kid?” Scar was talking to Neil but his tone was aggravating. For a therapist, he was more concerned with socializing with his patients than helping them stay in control. ”What’s up with him? What’s up with you?” He motioned from Neil to Scar, making his presence clear. ”You’re face is a real appetite killer and as much as I would like to leave, I belong here. Can you say the same?” Jacques cocked his head to the side and examined the menacing therapist. Had his point been made clear? Jac wasn’t able to speak for Neil or Riz, but he could speak for himself and he was sure to do just that. He wasn’t a fan of Scar and he didn’t want him around. It wasn’t like he was a patient, he didn’t need to be sitting at the table with them. He didn’t need to babysit the crazies. None of them would dare do anything idiotic in the kitchen with so many people there, no one but Jac of course although he hadn’t been in the mood for trouble. ”So, Riz, how’s your morning been? Make a new friend here?”

                    Plates of food were brought to the table for Neil and Rizzo, which Scar seemed rather content with. His calm attitude was more annoying than a fly during a picnic. Jacques wasn’t one to pursue confrontation but something about the man at the table just screamed of annoyance. ”New friend, old face, what does it matter? Let’s get back to the point.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. Bad manners but comfortable and comfort was always more important than manners. ”Three’s a party, especially when I’m here and four’s a crowd, especially when you’re around.” Jac paused and took a breath for the dramatic effect. For not sleeping, he was on a roll, then again when wasn’t he? ”So why don’t you just take that disfigured face of yours elsewhere and let the two kooks eat in peace while they admire my handsome soul.” He kept his gaze focused on the one man in the room that threatened him. It was disappointed really. If Scar hadn’t been so aggravating they might’ve actually been able to get along. . . maybe.

                    Jacques passionate dislike for the man and originated from the first time he laid eyes on him. First impressions are something you can never change and that proved to be true in the case of Scar. He was a nut posing as a therapist to fulfill his sick fantasies through the damaged souls of those stuck in the asylum for the rest of their lives. It was a genius idea, and yet the devilish smirk only made Jacques felt sick to his stomach. Maybe it was envy that fueled his campaign against Scar. The fact that everyone seemed to bow down to him definitely made matters worse. How did he have every single person in this ridiculous place eating out of his hand? How did he have so much power with so little consequences? What was his secret? Hmph. Jacques sat still, ready for the fire that was sure to follow after the words that had just left his mouth. It seemed as the midday entertainment was beginning more faces began to trickle in. An announcement about some meeting that was to take place was heard but the man didn’t pay too much attention to it. Who would really notice if you skipped the meeting anyway? Of all the residents that occupied Citricos, Jacques seemed to be the least of importance. Besides, what was the worst they could do to him? In the amount of time it would take for them all to gather and speak, Jac could get in a good swim. A moment of quiet that would energize him for the rest of the day and prepare the lad for any other challenges that decided to make themselves present. In fact, skipping the meeting seemed more delectable by the minute. Of course, nothing was indubitable until it happened.


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                                Reina smiled warmly at Catherine, thankful that she’d agreed to let her sit down, she slid into the seat next to the raven haired female and then looked outside, she was thankful she didn’t have to go outside for any reason it must be absolutely freezing outside although, she was slightly cold in here too. The hot coca will warm her up, “Thank goodness for hot cocoa I’m chilly.” She smiled, “Did you wake up recently or have you been up for a while?” She tilted her head curiously, she was always worried about her patients sleeping habits and how late they slept or woke up, contrary to popular belief it is unhealthy to sleep more than ten hours a day and it is very unhealthy to get any less than six hours of sleep although eight is the ideal for healthy body function. She glanced over at the entrance in time to see the adorable ginger Asian bouncing in, she chuckled and looked at Catherine, “I’m shocked Tai’s not being scolded by Chang usually by this time he’ll have gotten on his father’s nerves.”

                                Reina raised a brow, she knew very well that Tai is not actually Chang and Sooh’s son but he is Chang’s cousin, however, given their close relationships and the fact that they do look somewhat alike OH and the fact that Tai calls them mom and dad almost everyone believes this to be so. Hell, for all anyone knew Chang and Sooh could have adopted Tai or something. Just as she was about to look away from the entrance to the Cafeteria she spotted a flash of tan skin, she frowned her eyes meeting the emerald eyes of Scar. “Aye dios mio,” She muttered and groaned softly, madre de dio she just couldn’t get away from him and have time to herself or with friends. She looked away and looked back at Catherine, “It’s lunch time are you not going to eat?” a frown graced her lips once more flipping the switch to doctor mode she liked to make sure her patients ate it is very important to keep a balance between five to seven meals a day. Then Rizzo and Neil walked in and Jacques walked over to them, honestly she found him to be charming though his charm could at times turn to arrogance that bothered her slightly, she remained quiet waiting for Catherine to say something, when the raven haired girl didn’t she met the skeletal man’s eyes, “Good morning Jacques.” She stated softly.

                                It was then Rizzo walked over and hugged Jacques, Reina quirked a brow as she listened to the desperate girl shamelessly flirt with Mr. Skeleton as she liked to call him. She Closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, she felt a head-ace coming on, she knew there was no way to change Rizzo’s personality the girl has always been and probably always will be a flirt but it always led to more. Reina smiled an icy smile at Rizzo her eyes filled with warning, “Rizzo dear do be a good girl won’t you,” She stated softly in an even tone, Rizzo knew to behave herself around Reina because honestly she had no problem reporting Riz to Chang or Sooh and having her a** sent to solitary, the girl was probably used to the white walls and the bars of the confinement unit but still it was bad especially when the sex addict would be alone. She focused her attention back on her hot cocoa and she took a sip then she looked over at Catherine, “It’s not a normal day at the facility until Rizzo starts flirting with ever male in sight.” She laughed softly the comment meant to be a joke could easily be taken as an insult.
                                Glancing over just as she was taking a sip of hot coca she almost choked when she saw Rizzo sit down in Scar’s lap. She set her mug down gently and sighed she felt torn should she let Rizzo and Scar shamelessly flirt, he would be the one to have sex with a sex addict and by doing that it wouldn’t help Rizzo’s condition what so ever but then again she didn’t really feel like dealing with either of them, she had no issues with Rizzo other than the girl could be obnoxious from time to time but Scar well, it was clear how negatively she felt about him. She turned when she heard Jacques make his breathtaking comment and despite her mood she chuckled, “Why yes you most certainly are breathtaking.” Hideous was a good way to put it, she had to wonder what he would look like without the tattoos from head to toe, he must have been handsome once upon a time ago. Then he walked away to go be with Neil and Rizzo and Scar thank goodness. She raised a brow and glanced around spotting Tai with Patrick and Arianna, she smiled over a that table, Ari waved at her and she waved back. The poor receptionist she loved Arianna like a little sister but she couldn’t help but feel pity towards her, the girl’s in love with Tai and well according to the rumors which she honestly thought to be true Tai seems to be gay. Oh well it wasn’t her problem.

                                “Are you friends with Tai and Patrick and Arianna?” She tilted her head as she looked at Catherine, she rarely ever saw Catherine talking to others the female mostly stayed to herself she had to wonder why there were plenty of people around to chit chat with and be friends with.



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                                      The short black haired girl sat on the stool fidgeting her feet. The situation she was in was a little awkward for she did not know doctor Reina too well. Catherine made little ‘coughs’ which did not make the situation better. She wanted to say something but did not know what for she wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Suddenly the doctor asked, “Did you wake up recently or have you been up for a while?” Catherine blinked her eyes a few times. Well she only got a few hours of sleep so she had been up for a long time, but she did technically wake up just now. “Um I woke up not too long ago.” she answered. She glanced at the door to the kitchen as more people were coming in. The female doctor asked another question, “It’s lunch time are you not going to eat?” The girl looked at the clock on the wall it read that it was time for lunch. She wasnt very hungry nor did she have an appetite. Maybe drinking something so sweet right after waking up was not a very good idea. “I’m not very hungry at the moment. I’ll snack on something later when I feel like eating.” She said.

                                      Soon enough she heard a voice that was somewhat familiar. ”I’m here now, so please proceed on telling one another how deliciously amazing I am.” Looking up, she saw the all so tall Jacques send a wink to the both of them. The girl just stared as the man hovered over them to reach for something. Her mug cup! Jacques gulped down the remainings of the chocolate drink and licked his lips in satisfaction. Ignoring the man’s action, all she could think was, Creep. The guy is a creep. And I was going to drink the last bit of that.. She made sudden eye contact with him but quickly looked away, and seemed he passed his attention to Reina.

                                      Moments later suddenly the kitchen area became a bit more crowded and loud. Soon a pretty lively looking girl came up to the table Catherine was sitting at. Catherine didnt really know her that well, and the girl didnt seem to know her either. Hearing Reina talk, it seemed like the girl was named Rizzo. Then she heard her chuckle at her own comment about Rizzo flirting around with every guy. That kind of stuff was no interest to Catherine. She carefully put her elbow on the table with her hand supporting her head that was facing away from the people that was around the table. “Are you friends with Tai and Patrick and Arianna?” she heard Reina ask. Catherine turned her head towards the doctor and replied, “Not particularly.” To her conclusion, this doctor liked asking a lot of questions. She was nice though so she didnt really mind her company.

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                        Lucid.

                        Aleksander blinked he was completely and totally lucid for the first time in what seemed to be ages though in reality the last time he was completely lucid was about eight months ago. No wonderland no nothing. Something must have happened with the dosage of his meds or something the marbles upstairs all clicked and he came out of his dream like reality state. “Well s**t.” He muttered his Russian accent rather thick. He had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming not the wonderland state his mind created when he was awake but actually asleep and dreaming of himself lucid. He ended up pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t and when the pain shot up his arm he grunted, “Son of a b***h.” He was pissed one moment from the pain but smirking and happy on the inside the next moment.

                        He sighed and tossed the sheets off him, he’d slept in again as usual it was highly unusual for him to wake up any time before ten let alone leave his room, he ended up taking a shower and getting dressed, he pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs and a pair of black skinny jeans over, a affliction tee-shirt was that was now hugging his torso and a black leather jacket was shrugged on over his shoulders to complete his look. He pulled on a pair of Dr. Martin combat boots and then stood up he cracked his neck and exited the room his stomach was growling which told him it was about time to go and get food. It would b e lunch time right about now. “Excuse me.” He blinked and stopped looking down at a female with tanish skin and beautiful ice blue eyes her hair was dual-toned, brown and blonde, “Can I help you with something.” He stated his tone even and his expression stoic, “Could you point me in the direction of the cafeteria, or maybe you could take me there.” He blinked a few times and then he felt a smirk tug his lips upwards he didn’t say a word instead he began to walk forward, the girl didn’t speak either she simply followed him. Half way there he dug into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter.

                        He light up and took a long drag not really giving a s**t that he was smoking inside when he wasn’t supposed to be, he looked over at the girl and held the cigarette out, he wasn’t much in the mood for talking though he didn’t mind sharing. She shook her head, “Next time.” He shrugged there probably wouldn’t be a next time since god only knows how long it would be till the next time he would be lucid and well in his ‘mad hatter’ state as he liked to call himself he was fairly selfish. Oh well her problem. He took another drag and turned the corner only to find a guard there, “Romanov put the cigarette out now.” The guard sneered, the poor man had not a ******** clue what he was dealing with right now, Alek laughed softly the sound was purely sadistic, “ Sure.” He stated his accent thick he took the end of the cigarette and stuck it to the bridge between the guards eyes listening to him scream as the man stumbled backwards holding his face, “Grow a pair it’s just a little burn.” He stated with grin. He patted the guys head while he was still doubled over and ended up sending the poor man to his knees he smirked and continued walking, he found his way into the cafeteria and stopped quirking a brow ah most of the gang was here.

                        He looked over and spotted what the ******** her name, the gorgeous Spanish b***h with the big a** and nice rack, REINA she’s a doctor one of the one’s he has to see on a weekly basis. Their eyes locked and he showed no signs of being abnormal and well not insane. He looked over and spotted Rizzo the asylum’s resident easy whore, he needed to visit her soon he was in the mood for a quick fix ******** and well she was just the person to do. His eyes fell on the blue haired man and his eyes narrowed, Neil was his name the forgetful boy had a tendency to wear his very thin patience even thinner. Then his eyes fell on Scar one of his friends here at the asylum he smirked and walked over stopping before them and grabbing a chair, “Morning.” He stated and looked them all over, “Rizzo don’t you look good today you know what you’d look even better doing?” He smirked “Using that big mouth of yours to give me a b*****b.” He stated his voice cold. He looked at Scar, “You don’t mind right, mommy and dadd did teach you to share right Scar?” he quirked a brow, “Unless of course you’d rather have a threesome I don’t think miss whore here would mind.” He stated if it wasn’t obvious he was lucid when he walked over it sure as hell would be now.

                        Everything had been going fine until one of the cafeteria works came over holding a tray with a white cup on it, his eyes narrowed dangerously, “Oh hello Alek would you like some tea I figured you’d be around soon and prepared your favorite. ” And there went his temper set off like a ******** gun trigger being pulled, he grinned, “You know I’m not really in the mood for tea why don’t you have it.” He picked the scalding liquid up and tossed it in the guys face poor man screamed and dropped the tray, “Tsk wasting a perfectly good glass like that,” He took a step forward and picked the guy up by his neck, “Don’t you know by now that I ******** hate tea.” He stated smirking as the guy had to claw at his hands, “You’re a pathetic excuse of a man.” He stated suddenly disgusted with the person who was in his chokehold he dropped him, literally dropped him the poor guy who couldn’t weight more then one sixty fell to a human heap on the floor, “Oh clean that up would you, don’t want people tripping on the mess you made.” He was referring to the hot tea which now covered a small area of the floor and the glass shards along with it. He plopped his a** down in the seat looking at all of the people there daring them to say something, “SO what’s for lunch,” He asked casually blinking as Jacques walked up he paid no mind to him instead he focused on Rizzo and Scar paying no mind to Neil either. Honestly, he was shocked the guards hadn’t arrived to drag him off yet.

                        He knew they’d be here soon, the guards that is, he’d probably end up fighting them, again and they’d tranqualize him and make him walk around in the strait jacket until he got to confinement, this was a norm when he was well normal. Well could he really be called normal? Normal people weren’t nearly as violent as he is. Only awake for about twenty minutes and he’d already assaulted two people this was by far a new personal record.




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                        𝕿oo many doses and I’m starting to get an attraction
                        𝕸y confidence is leaving me on my own
                        𝕬ll alone
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                                                  Rizzo grinned at herself as she “got comfortable” on Scar’s lap; she could tell he wasn’t expecting her to get the upper hand in this situation. Feeling the touch of his hands on her hips, sent chills down her spin as she stopped moving around, just in time to lean forward and get propped up on her elbows. She could feel him leaning forward with her, pressing against her body. Her mind screamed, she wanted him closer and she wanted his hands elsewhere then on her hips, if only they were move farther. Chewing at her bottom lips as she felt the goose bumps on her body from the whispering in her ear, his voice automatically gave her chills. Tilting her head so she could look up at him and brush her lips against his ears as she whispered right back to him.” You are the doctor, it might be a good idea to have a session. It’s been so long.” Pulling away slightly as she looked across the table over at Neil who seemed to want to say something or maybe she was imagining it. Rizzo never was the best when it came to reading people.” So how did you hear about me?” Blinking a few times as she finally asked the question that had been in her mind for awhile. She still wanted to know how he’d even heard about her or her little hobby for drawing in the first place. Who in this place would ever just go around and talk about her like that. Of course there were people who went around and just talked about other people behind there backs but this was different. Feeling Scar resting his head on her shoulders she could feel a frown forming on her face at the interaction between the men of the table. Usually it would be a group of girls acting all jealous and unfriendly towards eat other, hardly ever a group of males.

                                                  Her eyes tore around from her blue haired playmate and over towards the heavily tattooed form of Jack as he spot to Scar. The unhappiness and hatred in his tone of voice was easily noticeable. Hopefully things wouldn’t get to bad. She didn’t have to much time to speak, for Scar was once again taking her attention away from the other two to ask her a question. Before she could answer this new question, she gave the staff member a quick smile when the food arrived and went to reply to the man whose lap she was currently occupying when Jack spoke up once again. A frown back on her face as this time she chose to ignore Scar’s question and talk straight to Jack.” Can we try not to kill each other here?” Tilting her head to the side as her eyes remained on him. She wanted to keep the piece for a while longer; she didn’t like confrontation unless it was truly necessary or if she was pushed to the edge way too much. Rizzo was a normally happy and easy going kind of person in the first place.” Play nice, for me?” Giving a small pout as her small hand rested on the side of Jack’s face before she slowly slid it away and brought it back into her own personal bubble. At least everything seemed to calm down for now, and it looked like she’d be able to eat without anything going on. Or at least she hoped that would be the case.

                                                  Looking down at her plate she let here eyes travel to each thing that was held on her plate. There was mostly fruit and then some bread among a few other things. It was perfectly fine with her, picking up a green grape and sticking it in her mouth right as she twitched a little from the poke in her side. Turning her body around to face Scar, waiting to see what it was that he wanted. She sighed softly after swallowing the grape she had in her mouth turning around. She really didn’t mind sharing her food at all.” I shall this time, but do not eat it all.” Picking up another grape with a smile and feeding it to the man before looking over towards Jack with a grin.” So I should like to guess your morning has been up to your standards, or no?” Trying to make small talk as she stole a glance over to Neil, who still hadn’t touched his food just yet.” Not hungry anymore?” She knew I couldn’t’ be true, he’d said in her room how he’s worked up and appetite and after what they did it would’ve been impossible not to. Sticking another piece of fruit in her mouth, Rizzo stood up from Scar’s lap a bit and leaned over the table closer to Neil, placing a kiss right on his lips, before slowly pulling away and sitting right back on the lap of Scar once again. If the right staff saw she’d be getting a scolding, that was unless the man she was sitting on deiced to give her one first.” Eat.” Giggling softly before she heard another person coming in their direction.

                                                  Turning her gaze over towards Aleks as he decided to join them, pulling up his own chair. Rizzo never really spoke to him on a daily basis; actually she wasn’t sure if she’d ever really talked to him before. Usually keeping her distance since she never needed or wanted anything from him, it made things easier that way. Raising a slender eyebrow at the man’s words as he started to address her and give his attention in the same direction. As soon as the words started to come out of his mouth, she glared at him slightly, while still eating the food that was in front of her. Slowly her movements got slowly as she had a death stare right on him. How dare her! She didn’t belong to anyone and she never would that wasn’t how things worked around here. She wouldn’t be so easily passed to one person or the next. Nobody owned her and it would always remain that way. She chose who she went to and when and even why!” You will have to look elsewhere. “ Her voice was cold ash she tore here glare away from him and focused back down to her plate. Rizzo’s words seemed to have gone on deaf ears as the male continued to talk and soon Rizzo found herself shutting down all together. Sitting in Scar’s lap almost like a lifeless doll as the word ‘whore’ echoed through her mind over and over. The guilt of everything she’d done came flooding back as she no longer continued to eat or really pay attention to the people at the table. She didn’t even flinch like she usually would when Aleks had a violent outburst against the staff members. Sooh would soon be in this room after hearing about this. I’m no whore. . . am I? I am really that bad.” Rizzo really only wanted to leave the table right then and there, but something or rather someone was stopping her from getting up that very second.



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