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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:13 am
Ingway's shift begins as normal: he picks out the medicines and sedatives he may need from storage, carefully tucks them into the numerous pockets within his coat, goes to have dinner with Terrill, collects his clipboard and papers from his room, and then sets out to work. Meals with Terrill are perhaps the most pleasant part of this routine; with him, he relaxes and allows himself to laugh, smile, worry and wonder. It is a comfort he had not expected anyone to give him in this place -- anyone other than Anesha, at least.
It is the only comfort he allows himself. Once his night shifts begin, his mask is up, inscrutable and impenetrable. He patrols the hallways with his clipboard in hand, pausing only to observe certain patients and ensure that some semblance of peace is kept in these dark hours -- and, with increasingly less effort as the days go by, he ignores the echoes of screams from the catacombs.
He hears them. His feathery ears still twitch at the sounds, sometimes. But no longer does he think about them.
Silently, Ingway continues to walk, idly wondering which patients are still awake.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:15 pm
It was too bad it wasn't raining, he would have liked to go into the courtyard in it. As it were, the weather was as plain and gloomy as ever and Hypnos was sticking indoors. Hypnos passed a blocked entrance to the catacombs and shrieks reverberated towards him, but once he was far enough away he couldn't hear them anymore. He pitied those that were down there but couldn't help but relieved that he wasn't, and though he wouldn't admit it the screams still gave him chills. But there was another reason he felt a bit jumpy tonight. It was eerily quiet and the silence was louder than any echoeing screams ever were... it greatly disturbed him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:38 pm
Ingway's question is soon answered; he finds a patient in teal robes drifting through the Asylum. He has an strangely slow, dream-like gait, as if he is sleepwalking, and his clothes are equally odd. Ingway thinks for only a moment before a particular patient file flashes through his mind.
Hypnos... Bronzong gijinka. Psychic/Steel type.
Steel. It makes sense. His skin looks like metal, and he would not be surprised if it felt just as cold.
He has never met this patient before, so he knows little else. There are a handful of common reasons for a patient to be wandering around at night, however: restlessness, a nocturnal sleeping pattern, or a general assumption that nighttime is meant for causing trouble. Usually, the intent is theft -- normal targets are other patient rooms, storage closets, or the cafeteria. Of course, since Terrill became head chef, the latter has become an entirely fruitless attempt. He leaves nothing behind.
Then, there are more sinister purposes -- those that go beyond mere 'trouble' and straight into torture and murder... and these are the ones Ingway is particularly careful to search for. They are rarer, but these are the patients Ingway must restrain before Anesha could even glimpse them.
He does not know which category this Bronzong falls into. Deciding it would be best to observe him until detected, Ingway keeps his distance from the other man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:35 pm
Hypnos wouldn't say that he was afraid of the asylum. After all it was just a building, perhaps an eery one but a building none the less, it couldn't hurt him. What worried him more specifically was the staff, and more specific than that, the doctors. He had only heard rumors of what they had done, but those he wasn't gullible he knew to be catious. Fear, still perhaps not what really could they do to him? Make him rust? For, as far as he knew, he was pretty much made of metal, at least some. How they pulled that off he didn't know, but another reason to be wary of them. Pyscho scientists anyone?
The patients and rest of the staff were something else though. Hypnos hadn't truly interacted with other patients much, but he was pretty sure he could hold his own against them. As for the rest of the staff...well he hadn't barely even heard rumors about them. The new cook, aka the current one, didn't leave a scrap out, unlike the previous one. Possibly why the previous one was fired, the patients 'too well fed' or had 'too easily found edible food' or some other junk like that. There was a secretary, and twin nurses. That was all he knew about them.
Because of his knowledge, or lack there of, of the other occupants of the asylum Hypnos didn't walk fearfully down the halls of the asylum on his night jaunt. Though the lighting was dim his 'skin' relected the lights and seemed to glowed like the actual glowing patients do. Despite not having bat like hearing, Hypnos could have sworn he heard someone from behind, or at least seen a shadow. Using his peripheral vison he tried to see if a stranger lurked nearby. Speaking of nurses...
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