Welcome to Gaia! ::

Username: Yousei Akki
Preferences: Latios
Brief Description of Personality: Stern and responsible. Devoted to his sister and upholds the ideals that the strong should protect the weak in whatever situation they may find themselves in. He also believes that one must follow the rules to protect order from chaos.
Your Entry: Prompt 2
Do You Understand That These Nurses Are RP Mandatory? Yes, though I reeeally doubt that will ever be a issue.
Do You Understand That if You Act Up in Thread, Your Nurse Can be Demoted? Yes I do and I have absolutely no plans at all for Latios to do anything that would be grounds for Demoting.

(-Sidenote: This entry was originally created in cooperation with Alamoraines Entry. She plays the other side of the conversation to Latios entry here. If anyone wants to read the completely meshed entry, you can find it Here )

Latios felt his back very slowly unstiffen. It had been a slightly jarring experience to speak with the doctor. No...not speak. To listen to. Latios could not think of anything beyond a curt 'Yes' that he had said in response to anything in the short discussion. His hands were still flat at his sides and his red eyes peered through the narrow blue slits of his mask at the closing door. Their orders had been rather simple and to the point. There was no way to possibly misconstrue what was expected of himself and his little sister. Carefully Latios turned on the ball of one foot, his fin like wings flexed with the movement, and he glanced down at the red headed Latias. He only dared to speak to her mentally at this point, as he did not wish to be overheard by either the luckless fellow strapped down, or by the doctor that had just left their presence. ~Are you all right Latias?~ He gently murmured into her mind. His hand lifted at the same time to reach and rest upon her shoulder in what he wished to be a gesture of comfort.

He often wished to portray himself as the one with all the answers. So that Latias would never have questions or doubts when she turned to him. It was hard in this case however. Every answer seemed to be the wrong one, and the right answer escaped his grasp. So when his little sister turned to him, he felt a bitterness born of self conflict. The distress in her mental voice was crystal clear, and his preferred answer would have been to sooth her by any means possible. Latios shifted his hand up to curl about the smaller red head's shoulders so he could gently embrace her. ~We will be helping here.~ he assured her in his cool mellow voice. She had not been the only one hoping for a better situation then this. Still, if he let himself relax his tense shoulders and pushed for his mind to look past this torment, he could see that they were in fact in the best position available. There were countless others of their kind being brought into this place right now. Luckless fellows who were not going to be given as good a chance of survival as himself and his sister. Latios would gladly trade any of them for the safety of his sister, and so that was how he saw this. It was how he had to see it. ~We can not change our fate Latias. Nor can we challenge those who are stronger then us. What we can do, however, is our small part to alter the fate of those who are suffering.~ Latios gently released his sister and forced himself to approach the suffering individual on the table. Their orders were very clear and he would not test the one who commanded them. ~He is in pain. We will do what we can to ease it. This is what we can do for those less fortunate then us, but only within the allowances of those who are in charge of this place.~ Latios lifted his eyes to look at his poor sister. She did not deserve to be exposed to such unpleasantness... "Latias. Fetch me some clean cloth and warm water. I will wash away the blood so as to make his respite more comfortable." Finally he spoke aloud, giving his sister a soft nudging order. He would tend to the unpleasant part of this task, so that she could be spared some part of her innocence.

Latios let his red eyes fix on the unfortunate strapped down. His sisters mental words were not unexpected. She expressed a desire to do more then just this little bit. She wished to release him from his pain and suffering. Though he echoed them in his heart, he was very stern when he mentally replied to her. ~It is not our place to make such decisions Latias. As good as your intentions are, it would only lead to more suffering. Sometimes the only way to help is to accept the limitations of your situation.~ It did not set well with Latios to defend the doctors orders, but this situation had to be looked at logically. To disobey would just lead to them being placed in a more helpless state. As nurses they could work to ease some of the suffering and unjust treatment. Latios could accept this. He would honor the rules laid out and use his position to do what good he could. More importantly though, he would use his position to ensure his sister never ever ended up in the place that this human creature now was.

Latios looked at the straps and the blood as he accepted the cloth and water from Latias. No. He would never allow something like this to happen to his sister. Though his sister mentally voiced her concerns about their future, he could not..no...it was not that he could not. Latios simply would not share his own feelings with his sister about this. ~I do not know Latias. I do not think I can understand these beings, and it is not something you ought to try either.~ Latios wrung the cloth out and gently dabbed the humans wounds until he was certain there was no more blood visible. What more could he do? Latios made a small gesture with his hand towards his sister. "Latias. See if you can find a blanket and pillow. He is probably cold." With all the blood loss, if he was going to survive he'd need to be kept warm...hmmm.. "And you best find something clean to give him water from. He is probably thirsty." Latios opted to speak aloud once more for the simple and basic commands. Internally though he addressed his sisters concerns about the doctors intentions for them here. ~I do not think they will teach us anything Latias. We are not here as students. We are here as staff. This is our purpose, to help those like this man to recover. Do not worry about this further little sister. I will take care of everything.~ Latios glanced over to his sister, and for her sake he managed a small smile.

"We are the Nurses here. Our very purpose is to heal. Do not be afraid little sister."

He waited for Latias to turn to the task he had gently nudged her to before considering what he personally should do next. While Latias searched for some sort of blanket he decided he knew what to do, Latios turned his own attention to helping by looking for the water he wished to give the patient. He was certain he would be weak after all his torment. It also gave him something to distract himself from the horrible sadness he detected in his sisters mental voice. It could very well kill him to hear her so upset. She was being meek now in both action and her mental voice, but he knew that it was only because it was himself that was telling her these things. Latios shifted his red eyes to look upon his sister with pity. It rent his heart to see such a sad look on her face. With a shake of his head, he peered down at the mess of seemingly random items tossed into a drawer. perhaps something here could be used as a makeshift cup?

The sound of rage unleashed caused Latios to drop the ramble of items back into the drawer. He spun quickly, his wings flaring widely as he laid his gaze on the enraged creature that had somehow broken free of the straps. How had he gotten up!? He had been secured tot he table, and after his ordeal surely he had no strength to tear free! If he did then he'd have broken free during his mistreatment! Such questions did not matter right now though. His sister was in danger! "Latias!!" Latios darted around the table, a flutter of fear in his chest as his sister shrank back from the attacking human. He saw the shimmer of her protective shield being raised around her. Good girl! Leave the altercation to him. The unfortunate stumbled back towards the table he had just broken free from due to rebounding off his sisters shield. Latios lunged forwards to grab the wounded man by his shoulders and pushed himself forwards on top of him.

Yes...Latios could feel the weakness in the muscles of this one. It was only a slight struggle to push and pin his arm down where the strap was. Latios shifted his position to pin the humans arm against his side so as to free up one of his hands. It would have been easier to simply ask Latias to aid him...but he would not ask that of her. It would be too hard of a task. While it seemed easy enough to re-latch the bindings onto the human, he knew her little heart would be overwhelmed with empathy and guilt. No...He would struggle for this himself and keep her out of such a dilemma. As Latios cinched one of the straps in place his red eyes narrowed in suspicion. The cuff for the humans wrists did not show any tears. There was no sign of having been ripped open in the least, and the human was clearly too weak to have summoned that degree of strength anyways. While he had attacked Latias in his fury, Latios found that he was no true challenge. So then... how had he gotten free?

The only answer he could think of was that his cuffs had been loosened. Latias had not touched them nor come close enough to do such a thing. Latios knew he had done no such thing. Did that mean...? Had the doctor purposefully loosened these cuffs? Was it some...test?

Don't hurt...him? Latios could have pretended the cry he heard call from his sister was meant for the human he was struggling with, but he knew it was aimed at him. It did not concern Latios at the moment though. Latias had noted when he went to strap the human back down the intact cuffs upon the table. His thoughts were whirling with the knowledge that even his sweet innocent sister was capable of seeing here now. ~Yes~ he spoke softly into his sisters mind to the mental question she sent to him. This was clearly done on purpose. Latios shifted off the human after he made certain the cuffs were back in place. He glanced over at his sister, then allowed his red eyes to shift towards the doors. ~This is a test of obedience Latias. Clearly he wished to make certain we would do as is expected of our station. It is a pity for the human that we could not allow him to escape. But this is our job.~ Latios looked down on his sister and stepped around the table to place his hand on her shoulder. "Be at ease sister. We can do this, we will perform our jobs to the level required by the doctors. At the same time we will offer what small mercy we can within these limitations. If something proves too hard, trust in me. I will do whatever is required." He assured her. He had become resolved to this situation and he would not allow himself to falter...for his sisters sake.

Username:
x blame it on the --- x
Preferences:
Latias - Lilly || Latios - Liam

Brief Description of Personality:
Latias: Sweet by nature, the female of the twin nurses is known to be very loving. She usually will sit and help any person that approaches her with a problem. It was unsure why she became a nurse here at the Asylum, but some thought it was to just follow her brother. In all reality she came to the Asylum in order to try and help some of the patients, even if it wasn't by regulation. Not to say she broke all the rules, but she would definitely comfort any patient that seemed to need some form of consolation. She's known to wander the halls of the Asylum and, when someone seems upset, stop to help them. Basically, Lilly is a very sweet, adorable woman who would do anything for anyone.
Latios: The older, male of the two twins, Liam is a very serious man. He is known to almost be cold hearted, especially when his sister isn't around. He follows protocol to the T, refusing to break any rules, and it normally puts him in a mindset for other people that he is a stiff. He doesn't talk much, finding no need to when actions speak louder than words, but when it comes to doing things such as helping a patient, he does it to the best of his ability, and usually in a manner that is undetected to anyone else. Much like his sister, he has a power that he has yet to reveal to anyone, except for Lilly. Basically, Liam is a cold, but caring, man.

Latias Information - Used this to decide powers/traits.

Power
Helping Hand --> I would like if the power would be that s/he can feel the emotions around them. It would give them an uplift to helping out patients, just to be able to feel it. They would not be able to control emotions, just feel it. May develop further to where she can calm the person enough to talk to them.
--> Telepathy, starting with just the other sibling, and as she/he grows possibly able to do it with others.
Healing Wish/Heal Pulse/Recover --> An ability to know what the patient needs. And be able to actually find a way to help with that healing process.

Your Entry: Prompt Two: Using Latias
The Asylum. A place for patients that seemed to be quite abnormal to the naked eye. From normal looking humans, to people with ears and tails, or even wings, the building was almost infested with what normal people called “freaks”. But that wasn’t what was going on in here. The Doctors here were trying to help these people. They were trying to make everything for everyone seem to be as normal as possible. But, when some of the patients had powers, it seemed to make life a little bit more difficult.

”Nyaaa. Gosh it’s so early!”

The short haired female walked quietly around the section she had been assigned to look after. She was still in training, so nothing major really came from the new nurse. She wasn’t allowed to really interact with patients to the extreme just yet. But, Lilly didn’t mind. She was here, and she was going to help. Her and her brother. He was somewhere in a different sector, but she didn’t mind. She could do this without the critical eyes of her twin on her back the entire time.

It was then that a doctor, seemingly frantic, ran up to the small female. The doctor explained that there was an emergency farther down the hall, and he couldn’t keep his watch on a patient that had just came out of a “rehabilitation” session. Being of higher rank, he told her to make haste and go to the patient down in room four, and to look after him until he could return to finish his shift in that room. Unable to deny the request, Lilly saluted, smiling brightly, before walking down the hall as the panicked doctor ran off.

Lilly walked quietly down the hall, her footfall making a soft noise with each step. The wings that seemed to rest along her back shifted slightly, before falling to a quiet, relaxed position. Her eyes flickering, Lilly counted out the numbers of the rooms as she walked. She smiled, reaching room four, and quietly fiddled the doorknob, before pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door. She stepped in quietly, and closed it behind her, before turning to face the patient.

”Oh… My gosh…” She whispered, voice filled with shock.

The patient was strapped down on a table in the center of the room. He was twisting, turning, struggling on the table. Noises of pain and anguish seemed to be coming from the man’s throat. From what Lilly saw, she couldn’t see any actual physical pain on the man. No blood, no bruises, nothing. But there was obviously something harming him that the red haired female couldn’t see, couldn’t understand. With a small intake of breath, Lilly stepped forward, and toward the man.

If she knew she wouldn’t get fired, or worse, yelled at by her brother, Lilly would have released the man. But she knew how harshly her brother would get onto her for releasing a patient that could possibly be deadly into the Asylum. Especially if they were locked into a room together. So, Lilly quietly sat down in a chair near the male, watching him with sad eyes. She wanted to help him, but couldn’t. What could she do if she could not release him from his bonds or his pain? Nibbling a lip, Lilly carefully let down the small walls in her mind so she could feel the man’s emotions and try to understand them.

She was almost instantly hit with pain, panic, and remorse. The emotions ran quickly through this male, and in that, hit her like a load of bricks. Lifting a hand to her temple, Lilly flinched back away from him, her eyes closed tight. Unable to stand it any longer, she lifted the walls back up and let out a breath she seemed to be holding. Her eyes flickered to the patient’s face, who was staring at her with almost a sense of pure hatred. She didn’t like being looked at in such a way. Lilly wanted to help people, not harm them. Taking a soft breath, she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees.

”Hey… I’m Lilly. Is there anything I can do to help you? I mean… Can I do anything for you?” She whispered, voice gentle.

She got nothing but cries of pain from him. Her soft eyes flickered, before she sighed and sat back. She hated what they did to some of these patients. At times, the doctors seemed so nice. They seemed like they really wanted to help these people! But then there were other times where Lilly just thought they were harming everyone. She didn’t know what to think any more. She wanted to help people, to save them, to do anything. But there were so many rules and pain here…

So, she would have to work harder!

Lilly, deciding she wanted to help even if he couldn’t voice how, started to sing a soft lullaby she had learned when she was growing up. Her voice never lifted over a normal talking level, and her tone was gentle and soothing. She watched the patient as she sang. After several minutes, he seemed to be calming down, even if he continued to struggle and wince in pain. So, she sang, and sang, and sang, not stopping or missing a note.

----------*----------

By the time the doctor came back to his patient, Lilly was still singing, though had changed to a different tune. The man opened the door, and was shocked to see the red haired doctor singing. He stood there for a few seconds, analyzing the situation. The patient seemed much calmer, though was still breaking out in a cold sweat and flinching every now and then from pain, but he no longer screamed, or made much noise at all except for the occasional grunt. And Lilly seemed perfectly fine. Calling attention to himself, he thanked Lilly for looking over the patient for the time, and dismissed her.

”Mmm? No problem. But don’t be so mean to him, okay? We’re helpers, not torturers.” Lilly stated, a big smile on her face.

The doctor seemed almost shocked and insulted, but didn't respond to the woman. With that, Lilly hopped out of the chair, and walked quietly out the door and down the hall, her hands clasped behind her back. Back on patrol, the girl wondered quietly from hall to hall, peeking into rooms and checking up on random patients as she moved, just seeing what they were doing and if she could help in some way if they seemed distressed. This was her life now, and Lilly would live it with her brother at her side.

Do You Understand That These Nurses Are RP Mandatory?
Yes. I love to role-play, and I'm very excited to be able to possibly role-play the role of a nurse with patients, and a nurse with her/his co-workers. >w<
Do You Understand That if You Act Up in Thread, Your Nurse Can be Demoted?
Yes. Though I plan to be as active as I can with college and possibly work.

Also, good luck to everyone else in the Latios/Latias event~!

Username: Alamoraine
Preferences: Latias
Brief Description of Personality: Tenderhearted and emotional. Cherishes freedom and laments when it is denied to others. She relies on her brother for support and protection, as well as to be the voice of reason when her emotions overwhelm her and might cause her to do something foolish.
Your Entry: Using Prompt 2
Just listen......Latias thought to herself ferverently, hammering the two words into her head like a chant. Throughout the entire speech that the doctor had given them, Latias had not trusted herself to speak. Instead she had sat there beside her brother, stifling the urge to bring her hand up to her mouth and become the very picture of horrified disbelief. Whenever she heard Latios utter short, emotionless answers, she merely nodded her head, afraid that her voice might break if she chose to add her own verbal two-cents. The instant the unpleasant man had left, she visibly shivered, wishing she could shake away her terror as easily as the shivers that had been placing icy little fingers over every exposed inch of her skin. She cast one worried glance at the patient who lay strapped just a foot away, silently moving his lips in…..what? A silent prayer? A plea for help? ~Oh Latios!~ Her distress sounded strong and clear as she gripped her brother’s arm, her soft brown eyes pooling with unshed tears. ~I thought that when we came here that we would be helping people get well! But this poor man….. She spared another glance at the table. It seems as though the real kindness would be to end it for him…..but if THAT is the kindness…..what sort of place is this, Latios?~

She watched as he turned his head to look down at her, the anguish she was feeling being mirrored in his own eyes. She knew she asked much of him right now. Her brother always strived to be the one with the answers, the one who would explain things to her and assure her that even if they didn't understand the world, they didn't need to grasp it all at once anyway; they would learn all that there was together. But this.......what could they learn from hurting others like this.....hurting and calling it helping? She felt her brother's arms around her, his gentle voice assuring her that they WOULD be helping. She heard his voice again, this time stroking the inside of her mind, soothing her sorely tried nerves as assuredly as his embrace calmed her shaking form. They could not change the fate of the poor, unfortunate souls that came to them broken and bleeding, but they could strive to give as many as possible a momentary repreive from the constant pain they endured day after day.

Her brother Latios spoke out loud then, seeking to give her equally restless body something to do. They needed water and a washcloth to wash the congealing blood off of the poor man's wounds. Happy at least to be given something to do, she rushed to comply, even as she sent a quiet thought winging back to him. ~I want to do more than help them as we are allowed; I want to do more. They do not belong here; they need to be set free. ~She personally valued freedom very highly and could never understand those of her kind who willingly committed themselves to the service of battling over disputes that weren't even theirs and oftentimes seemed nonexistent. She returned to his side with cloth and water, watching Latios and letting her worry tint her inner voice. ~Do you think these people, these doctors, do this because they hunger for blood? Supposing they wish to teach us to do the same thing? How can we hurt as well as heal? It seems so wrong.~ Her brother's returning thought was gentle but firm; sometimes the only way they could help would be to accept their own limitations. The doctors had given them a job to do, and the best way they could serve to settle their own unease was to do the best they could, so that come what may, they would always be in the position of caregiver. Sh would never understand how they could do this to each other, and she could tell that her brother sensed her thought and wished for her not to try, to spare her already shaken innocence.

His next request was for a blanket and pilow for the patient; he must be cold, lying on that bare metal table and exposed to the frigid air of the room. She turned and began to search the room for a blanket and pillow. She managed to find what passed for a tatty blanket; she thought it must have at one point been something to separate a patient who had bled out from staining the mattress beneath them. She winced at the elaborate brown staining; she couldn't give such a thing to an ailing patient! It might very well make him sick!

A sudden movement caught her eye, and Latias whirled around in time to see the patient, who had seemed so seemingly fragile only moments ago, let loose with a roar of outraged pain and sit up in his bed, the straps tearing from his wrists even as they left angry red welts that caused blood to bead onto the clammy skin like strings of red pearls. She saw Latios turn in surprise, completely take aback by the patient's sudden movement and still recovering as the man wrenched his legs free and with the raging lunge of a livid Steelix, launched himself at Latias, his eyes burning with feverish rage. With a strangled scream of fright, Latias dropped the stained blanket and brought her arms up, crossing them over her chest and squeezing her eyes shut in fright. Apparently the wild patient had used most of his bestial strength to break free of his bonds; her defensive shield not only succeeded in stopping his charge toward her, but also sent him reeling backwards, stumbling and falling sideways back onto the blood-stained table. She saw her brother, felt his surprise, and then a flash of anger at the thought of this scrawny weak thing attacking his sister.....

"Don't hurt him!" Latias winced as the cry broke free from her lips. She had meant to mentally cry out to her brother, but at the same time it occurred to her that such a shout inside her brother's head might be distracting enough that the patient might inflict him some mild harm, no more than that since the man still seemed very weak. What a sad show of desperation, to make one last desperate lunge like a wounded Nidorino, still knowing that he couldn't possibly get away. Her soft heart went out to him even as he struggled in her brother's strong grip.

She rushed over to the table to help her brother, looking as though she might cry at the very thought of putting the man back into the bonds that he had hated so much that he had risked opening his wrists to get free of them....... Looking down at one of the red-stained leather straps, she noticed the same odd thing that her brother had; the tears on the man's skin had come from the prong dragging across it like a tiny, dull knife. But that wouldn't happen unless the prong hadn't been doing it's job of anchoring the tongue and effectively buckling the strap. Which would mean that the strap had not been buckled when the man had broken loose. Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she turned to her brother and pointed at the stained strap. ~Latios........he wasn't strapped down. The doctor LET him attack us.~

She looked up at her brother and horror and was surprised to feel that he had reached the same conclusion. Why did they do this? Was it to test them, see if they were capable of beating down a deperate patient, one who had more to lose than they did? Latias' vision darkened as she narrowed her eyes, her delicate hands shaking slightly as she balled her hands into fists. How dare those doctors do this; toy with lives like this?! It was inhuman! It was one thing to make others fight for you, but to reduce them to such a pained and desperate state and then use them to test people like her and her brother.....she had a hard time imagining anyone outside of an embodiment of evil could do such a thing to other living, breathing things. She looked at the man, now gasping with the effort of his ill-conceived escape attempt, her heart swelling with pity and compassion. As much as it hurt her to leave the man in his bonds, she knew that nothing would be gained by going against the wishes of the doctors. At least here, she and her brother were able to do some good; healing wounds and perhaps even doing a little bit more, simply by providing their charges with a friendly face to look at as they were trapped in a building of raging nightmares.

She smiled a sad smile and looked up adoringly at her brother as he sent her a warm thought; that he would continue to protect her here, even as he did what was required of them to help the patients. He would be here for her, a strong anchor to help hold her emotions in check, and to assure that she would play the part of the dutiful nurse until such a time came when they could be even more. Smiling her first real smile since setting foot in that miserable room, Latias sent her last thought winging to her brother's subconscious. ~Together. We'll do what's required together.~
Do You Understand That These Nurses Are RP Mandatory? Yes
Do You Understand That if You Act Up in Thread, Your Nurse Can be Demoted? Yes

Username: musicaloner7
Preferences:Latias, only her.. if that's ok. 8U;
Brief Description of Personality:
Anesha {Russian for Chaste/Pure}Faeson the Latias: She's always been naturally nurturing and caring, since just a little girl. Growing up with well to-do family, Anesha was able to go to a high scale school all her life. She'd learned the in's and outs of medical care, and strove to be the best she could be; becoming valedictorian in high school and in college. The girl just has a gift for healing and mending the sick or injured. Most would call her an angel. Anesha is kind, sweet, and gentle in all senses, even her voice doesn't get above a yell. She's composed, poised, and very lady-like, loving, and accepting of all walks of life. She always tries to see the best in others, and to understand from their point of view, as she's well aware that not everyone is dealt a fair or pleasant set of cards in life.

And... Theme Song. 8D This is what I think of when I see her.

Your Entry: I did a mix of both prompts. I hope that's alright, but the majority of it is based off of prompt #2.

She could still remember the call that day. It was overcast, a storm had just passed, and there was a humid heaviness in the air that clung to you like elastic. There was still a soft irritated grumble from the sky's as the receding thunder took it's exit. A gloomy day, brought with news that matched just as equally; though at the time, it was unknown to the young Anesha. Her resume had been given to many top notch hospitals, facilities, and the like. And a few had been simply passed out by her parents who had connections.

Ms. Faeson? We received your resume... it's quite impressive. We believe you would be an appropriate asset to our facility. Please arrive at 6:3o am sharp by tomorrow.

That was all. Not a name, not a location. But the caller ID thankfully provided those necessities.
It didn't seem she had a choice in the matter either. But the Latias had been quite intrigued by this place... the Asylum... her heart went out to those being used for such cruel testing and experiments... the lost and unforgivable souls that wandered the halls and confinements that were that giant prison. Sunlight hardly ever touched it... life didn't grow.. Yet the inhabitants still managed to get by. Somehow.. the managed to get by.
Such strength, and determination. Anesha couldn't help but have a sense of respect and awe for those who were subjected to such a life. If she could help such wayward individuals... in anyway, she would. Without a question. It truly gripped the heart of the woman... Tomorrow, she would start her determined destined mission.

Upon arriving to the Asylum, there was not a flare of warmth, nor coldness. The air was stagnant, with a very hollow 'haaaahh...' that could occasionally be heard... but that was all. It were as if the clouds could not part from this particular patch of land...as if it were damned to all humanity. Scarlet eyes gazed at the unwelcoming front, her taxi driver making his way off after she'd paid, leaving her there with a suitcase, and herself. Wings folded neatly along her back, the Latias took in the sight before her...
The depression loomed like a rain cloud over the entire territory. Barren tree's that had been stripped nude for who knows how long... grass wasn't even existent, aside from a few dehydrated and malnourished strands from long ago that once were prosperous and lush. Those usually warm ruby reds were covered halfway in a forlorn expression. All living things had been stifled and snuffed out it seemed... leaving the place comparable to hell itself; minus the romanticized flames.
A slender hand extended to the handle of her suitcase beside her, and gripped it as a means of stability. This would surely be her biggest challenge...
Walking along the cracked and decaying cobblestone, shoes clicking staccato notes, she could feel the agony and pain swell the closer she drew to the double doors; the glass punctured in some area's, and fogged into an opaque blotch at other area's, fully of smudges that would never disappear. Opening it, and stepping in, a wave of silent screams hit her, washing over her entire body, causing her to wince, and curl her upper body into herself. Free hand fisted and pressing to her chest, the Latias had to really focus to hold her bearings. The great amount of malady was overwhelming... and pulsed freely, giving bursts from time to time. She could feel the aching of the souls here, their struggles, their distress. Shuddering lightly, her eyes peeked back open as she began to block them out, quieting her overflowing mind. Stay calm.. you have to stay composed..
Managing to regain herself, those bronze lanterns return to the path before her, and the soft click of her shoes resume.

There were very few directions of how to get to her assigned area, or tower, leaving her to wander a few times. But with a bit of quiet listening, and tapping into minds, she was able to find the one who'd called her here in the first place. Every corridor she traveled she was met with disturbance of some sort, misery coating every wall and inch of the place. There were a few little pockets and windows of joy, mostly from those concealing deeper lacerations, but never the less, those who showed hope and enthusiasm for life... as if they weren't even here. The Latias was met with many stares and glances, which she returned with kind warm smiles, and a few waves from time to time. She looked forward to helping these patients the best she could...
As she thought was her duty. Little did she know...

Upon entering the room that she'd been told to meet in, as she'd found on a little piece of paper along the way, her eyes stared at the fixated plaque just above the doorway.
"Observation Room #14 it read. But she didn't have long to think on it, as the door suddenly opened, and an emotionless, if not apathetic face met her.

"You must be the new girl. Come in, come in.." the man spoke in a rasped voice, coughing lightly into the free air as he turned to go back in.

Following, a bit uncertainly, she rolled her suitcase in, and shut the door behind them. When she started to look around the room, her eyes landed instantly to a man... who held features that were comparable to a luminescent ancient bird. Gossamer feathers were strewn along his arms, shimmering and shining beautifully, and a tail was adorned at his side with a tuft of the same features as well. His skin held a pale complexion, his hair swept back in a brilliant sparkling white, and pastel hues. Stepping closer, smiling gently to the semi-conscious boy... who seemed quite depleted and fatigued, the doctor began feeding some sort of liquid into the IV attached to the boy.
Taking a glance around the room, Anesha found it to be not as suitable as one should be for a patient. Eerie white walls, a flickering brazen light above, and just a few monitors for readings... and nothing more. It was unfortunate sunlight did not touch here... it was always helpful to patients. Pictures, even, and softer paint would surely brighten and elevate their moods as well as their recovery.
Once the doctor was finished with the syringe's contents, he stood fully, and scratched his head idly, tossing the empty glass container into the trash.

"Watch him for awhile. It's my lunch break." he turns to start shuffling towards the door, waving a hand as he does so, "don't mess with him, or anything.." the doctor muttered carelessly, before opening the door and slipping out.

Left in the silence with the boy, Anesha returned her attentions to him, smiling sweetly, and taking a seat at his side, where the doctor once had. He seemed apprehensive of the woman... even fearful, as she could feel. But the nurse remained calm, "Don't worry.. I'm not going to hurt you..." she encouraged, lifting a hand to gently place to one of his, which flinched, and stroked it softly, "Tell me.. what is your name?" she asks softly, voice smooth and delicate as silk.
Those uncertain and frightened eyes don't budge or blink, lips parting to speak... but before he can, a gasp catches in his throat, pale eyes widening exponentially, head tipping back, and back arching as a guttural sound rises in his throat. The monitors begin to beep and go off the charts, causing Anesha to quickly stand and look to read them. His heart... it was starting to go too fast.. Quickly looking to him, and his shaking convulsing body, the Latias can feel and see the pain that's etching and spreading throughout his entire vessel. What was put into his IV?!
Kneeling down, she prepares to unstrap the leather bounds along his arms, but stops... remembering what she'd been told.
Eyes snapping up to the other, his body starting to exasperated, the delicate brows of Anesha knit in distress. What was she to do?! He was suffering terribly! How could she not help him!?
Those rustic brown eyes quivered... this poor boy..
Leaning over, she quickly placed her forehead to his, holding his chest as best she could, focusing deeply as he jerked and shook uncontrollably. She had to take some sort of control... at this rate.. he could die. Even if she had to take some of his pain, she would. Her lips began to move, words in a tongue unknown softly whispering from them, eyes closed in intent concentration. Slowing his heart back down, fighting what ever poison had affected him, Anesha carefully opened her eyes, feeling his body fall into unconsciousness. Lifting slowly, her soft gentle hand lifted to stroke along the porcelain cheek, wiping the sweat that secreted there.
What kind of doctors were these?
Don't help him...? But that's what a nurse was supposed to do... that's what a doctor was supposed to do!
It was becoming very clear to the Latias that there was no compassion nor care here for the patients under the care of her employers...
It was worse than she thought...
But she wasn't giving up. If she could be the silver lining... the saint in this pit of unfortunate demise, then she would do it. If she could bring comfort to these contorted beings, then she would.
To be an angel amongst demons. That is what she'd do.

Do You Understand That These Nurses Are RP Mandatory?Yep.
Do You Understand That if You Act Up in Thread, Your Nurse Can be Demoted? Of course.