I leaned back in my chair and pulled out a list of papers from my desk, each had a patients personal information on them.

"Let's see who is receiving there treatments today!" I pull out an other paper from my desk, a schedule. As I read over the schedule, I smile.

"Perfect!"

Susan sat, knees pulled close to her chest and watched the weather forecast. "Sunny." She mumbled to herself, shooting a glance out her window. "Liars, it looks like it's about rain." She stood and stretched, letting her joints pop. She grinned with satisfaction. She hadn't her that since she tortured that guard. "God. How missed that, but I don't want to end up in the basement." She shivered at the thought. She received a tour after she almost killed the guard. Since she got bored so often, she convinced the warden to let the patients roam the halls and visit other patients.

Closing her eyes, she opened her door and walked down the hall. She abruptly stopped at one that said, 'Anthony Abbatoir.' "Ooohhh~ New patient. Let's see who it is!" Susan knocked on the door and waited patiently to see who answered.

Anthony Abbatoir lounged on his couch in his room. The place was fully furnished, and even had food. The twenty one year old actually enjoyed the way they tried to make it look more welcoming, it was better then any other ugly dump they might have thrown him into. He had his legs dangling over the back of the couch and his back against the cushions, head hanging off. Unfortunately, he couldn't see the Television from here - Which was fine, he wasn't actually watching it. He could hear the weather forecast, but honestly didn't give a damn. Whatever weather came was whatever came - No use screaming at the sky about how you wanted it to snow instead of rain. Not that god listened anyway, not that god even existed - If Anthony, however, was god, and a mortal screamed at the sky for snow, he would probably strike them with lightning to get his message across 'Shove it'.

After a moment, he heard a knocking at his door. He had no motivation at all to get up, but figured it was better then just sitting there. He rolled on the couch in a strange manner until he fell to the floor. Picking himself up, he sauntered over to the door. He was in his normal attire, Red jacket, navy green cargo pants, and heavy combat boots - He didn't need a shirt, he had a rockin' body anyway. He gripped the handle of the door and opened it. He leaned against the doorframe of his room, arms crossed. "'Sup?" he casually greeted the girl before him. The girl before him was short, her hair a pinkish hue and her eyes a bright green. Anthony's eyes immediately gravitated to her chest, but he forced himself to look back up at her - She had to be jailbait. Her attire was also strange to him, although he didn't comment. For a moment, he wondered if her hair was dyed, but then again, his hair was a pure ivory-silver shade, so he was in no position to judge.

Susan smiled. "Hi! I'm Susan Davis!" She looked at him. "I'm in the cell a couple doors down!" She noticed his hair color. "Nice hair." She laughed. "Do you mind if I come in? I came to visit the new patient." She didn't wait for his reply, she simply stepped past him and look around his room. "Did they let you keep any of your stuff?" She noticed he was still walking away from the door, so she did a front flip and landed on the couch. "Have you met any of the doctors yet?" She fixed the daisies in her hair and waited for his reply.

"He's going to be so easy to seduce~"

((LOL, She is FAR From being Jailbait))

Sarbina stretched, and forced herself to get out of the chair. She picked up the patient documents and flipped through them, trying to find the one that she was looking for.

"There! That's the one! Lets see, Anthony Abbatoir. He's new." she murmured as she walked over to her medical cabinet. She gazed at the array of medicines in the cabinet before her, smiling. She grabbed a small container of something and filled up her needle. She carefully placed it into her pocket, so that she wouldn't scare him.

Once she reached the patient containment section, she began to feel nervous. Even the guards gave her no comfort. She prepared to enter enemy territory. She pulled back her sleeves and put on the friendliest smile that she could. 'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Hey! Maybe I'll get to see Susan again!" The patient named Susan had always interested her, and seeing her gave her some comfort. Though Susan probably hated her for being a doctor, she didn't care. Having something to look forward to every day besides giving people shots, was good for her.

As she entered the Patient Containment Section, she tried to ignore the fact that she was surrounded by people who hated her. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, she reached Anthony's room. She saw a man with no shirt on, and Susan. "You must be Anthony, nice to meet you!"

Lucille Oberon blew into her harmonica, passionately improvising her way through a twelve bar blues so loudly the thick walls of her cell might as well have been tissue paper. Of course, it didn't help that the door was flung wide open as she sat on her bed, stomping her foot to the time with her back to the hall. Admittedly, all this ruckus wasn't truly necessary but ever since they confiscated the strings on her guitar she felt like enacting a little vengeance on their ears. Not to say she was bad, in fact the solo was fairly impressive albeit wild. Lucy was in a world of her own with the instrument which was not uncommon in an insane asylum. She suddenly rose and stopped playing, with an inexplicable rush of anger she tossed the mouth organ to the side and took her string-less guitar from the corner. Her fury turned on the television, promptly smashing the instrument into the screen with a pang of disappointment when she didn't hear the familiar 'twang' of strings snapping.

Lucy inhaled slowly to calm herself, "Something tells me they won't appreciate me redecorating..." She sighed after a moment, scratching her head nervously and picking up her harmonica again, "Too bad, it looks better this way." She quickly walked out of the cell, speeding off in the direction with the least amount of irate guards, passing Susan and the newest patient, "Morning..." She nodded to them, as if nothing had happened. She brushed past a doctor intent on greeting the latest loony, Sabrina if her memory served correctly, and stealthily 'borrowed' the contents of her pocket out of compulsion.

Surra wondered the halls with her headphones on to block the random voices that echoed around in her head. in truth she probably DID belong in a place like this, though she hated the fact that she was here. at least she could walk the halls without being forced back into her room.
her music was set to something loud, though Surra didn't care what. as long as she couldn't hear herself think. she turned the music down for a moment, just to see what the voices had to say.
'you could...'
'no...WE could...'
'they are watching....'
as usually Surra heard three voices, none of which was her own. she turned her music back up and found a window to look out. she wondered if she asked the guards nicely if they might let her open a window just a little bit. it looked like it was about to rain and Surra missed the smell of freshly wet grass. she turned to a guard and smiled softly ready to ask her question.

"Tony." he introduced himself, bisyllabically. He never really responded to Anthony, always going by Tony. As she complimented his hair, he chuckled. "Thanks, it's natural, believe it or not." Watching as she threw various questions at him and waltzed into his room, he just let his eyes follow. Anthony sighed. 'Women' he thought to himself before just letting her waltz in. He remained leaning against the doorframe, one hand untangling from the other (He had crossed them after all) and fidgeting with the collar of his red jacket. His jacket was red and was long, going down to brush the tops of his combat boots. He never zipped it up, he didn't think it was necessary. "yeah, i got to keep some of my stuff, but i don't really have it out for display." he said. "The stuff is personal." he said in a dismissive manner. "Doctors? Nah, and i hope i-"

He heard another voice, addressing him as Anthony and saying how it was 'nice to meet him'. "Tony." he stated again. "And from the looks of ya, you're a doc." His eyes narrowed, but he smirked. "You guys really don't know how to throw a party, do ya? Shovin' me in some room and expecting me to enjoy myself." he spat, disdainfully. "And lemme tell ya, you're television channels are shit." Tony pushed off the doorframe and wandered into his room, leaving his door open - He didn't like the idea of a doctor waltzing in, but he wasn't gonna slam the door in her face.

As he heard someone else greet him, he chuckled. "But i gotta congratulate you on getting the party guests around so quickly." he threw back at her, tone laced with a kind of irritating sarcasm and mocking. "Too bad i'm not really interested in the bash, doc. Sorry." Tony was a sarcastic guy, no one could really change that.

((Well, if people wanna bang you, and you're under 18, you're jailbait XD))

Susan looked at his hair once more, then her hair. "Well my hair color is natural too." She looked at Sabrina in the doorway. "Shoo~ I'm greeting the new patient." She stood and walked over to the doorway. "Come back later." She then gently closed the door, leaving Sabrina in the hall. "Anything you want to do?" She laughed as she returned to the couch, sitting and looking at the news. "I mean, if you're bored." She smiled softly as she finished her thought.

She started to fix her hair. Her luscious, pink hair. It was draping itself in Susan's face. "Have you though of anything?" She asked knowing she didn't give him time to answer the first time she asked.

((>.< Lol, then, well I guess she is Jailbait. But get her mad, and you'll end up like the guard, almost dead. She gets stronger when she is angered ^.^))

((That's... Highly creepy. But funny, lol. Nice call...))
Lucille smirked as 'Tony' babbled, examining the goods she had liberated and noting the syringe with some amusement. She felt like causing trouble today, a little healthy anarchy helped to relieve the boredom, "Don't like the tele? I don't blame you, Tony." She smiled in a friendly but mischievous manner, "That's why I had mine 're-tuned'. It doesn't so much pick up things as it does need to be picked up... Or vacuumed up, really." She grinned as they closed the door, testing out the needle by squirting a little at the back of the doctor's neck and then suddenly hurling it at Anthony's door, relishing the smashing sound and laughing. She stepped out of Sabrina's reach. "Ah! Nothing like sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll! But it looks like they've got at least one of those covered without you, buddy!" She added, sarcastically.

"Get me out of here! I don't need to be in here!" Carlisle, or 'Haywire' as many people called him, screamed to the doctor outside his room. Of course, he realized that yelling at a doctor was number 1 on the 'how to know you fit into a mental institution' list, but he truly thought he didn't belong there. Hell, all he did was cut off his mother's hand and kill his father.

They started it.

He jumped onto the small couch in his room and tumbled over the other end. He picked himself up, kicking the wall in the process, then went to lay down on the couch and watch some TV. He was very interested in what was being shown, so he calmed down quite a bit, his lips moving to match whoever was speaking on the show.

The TV wasn't on.

"Release me you heretics!" the self proclaimed 'god' Philip screamed as he slammed the door again and again. His wild hair demonstrated that he was on his second personality, the angry one that always went around things with violence while the other would be well groomed and use manipulation. Fiinally calmming down his entire body tensed and he blacked out awakening as the Second personality who quickly grapped a comb and styled his blonde locks of hair considering how to get out of this Asylum and back to where he was needed, looking after his people as their ruler.

Hearing the guards come round, he prepared to simply lie still and stop all imediate movement knowing that anything could get them one edge, 1 may enjoy the fight, two most certainly did not.

As everyone started talking at once to him, Tony just listened, finding it almost amusing how the people in this Asylum talked so much. It wasn't, however, unpleasant. Things would have been much more annoying and irritating for him if no one talked and everyone was a completely deadbeat. Hell, he might try and strangle you just to get you out of the way. The missed being free with his friends, partying and boozing it up - Although generally he awoke back home with everyone avoiding him, he really did understand that. He turned to Lucille, who talked almost as much as he did, which was close to irritating him. "It's better then not having the damn thing at all. If everything was quiet, shit would be so much more boring. Hell, who knows what i'd do to entertain myself." he said with a shrug.

Turning to Susan, he sighed. "If they got any alchohol, we could booze it up." he suggested. "Or maybe shoot some things; target practice." he crossed his arms. "But the bastards took my goddamn guns away - Like i'd waste bullets on them anyway, my guns are just too damn nice for that." he said. 'Although it is sad to see them so disused...' he thought quietly to himself as he remained where he was, making no move towards Lucilla or Susan.

Susan stood, noticing Lucille and Tony were have a brawl of words. "Well, I'm going to get going now, and greet other patients." She walked past everybody, and down the hall eventually coming to Carlisle's door. She had seen him around a couple times and she though he was cute. Sadly, there was a doctor in her way, blocking the door, so Susan shoved him. "Go away~" She sang softly, knocking on the door. "May I come in?" She giggled softly, before she saw something deformed down the hall.

"Just remember: 'It's not real.'" She sighed and leaned on the door frame, waiting for someone to answer the door.

Carlisle heard the familiar voice of Susan at his door, and sat up on the couch. "If your little doctor friend is gone you can come in!" He got up and started making his way towards the 'barricade,' as he calls it - door to most people - and opened it half-way, checking the hallway for any doctors. He saw only one, who was walking away from his room, probably going to see another patient or ruin someone else's life.

Haywire opened the door fully and let Susan in, guiding her to the couch. "So how are you Susan? Any new inmates here?" He paused for a second. "Oh! Do you like this show? If you don't I can change the channel."

The TV was still off.

Sarbina stared at the broken needle on the ground, and then put her hand to the back of her neck.

"You! Did you stick the needle in me?" she said exasperated. 'God, I hope she didn't!' She glared at the girl, and it took almost all of her will power to stop from going into a fit of rage over her needle. She smiled feebly.

"It's ok! I can still take him, medicine or not! I think." she said, and smirked. " You know, you just made it much worse! I was going to inject him with the medicine and leave, as he is a new patient, and doesn't get full treatment until tomorrow. Well, now I have to take him to treatment room B too get more of the medicine. Are you happy?"

Lucille smirked again, listening to Tony blather on about this and that, she found it sort of fun to have some one else who liked to talk around. He seemed less enthused by her natter but, nevertheless, it was interesting even if she didn't agree with everything he said, "I hate silence so much I could scream, in fact that'd probably solve the problem. Keeps things less boring too, from experience." She joked after his mouth had run its course, she decided he was somewhat cute, "However, I loathe TV more. It's- The wrong kind of noise, unless it's broken. Which I make sure they are." She laughed a little as Susan stalked off to sex up some other, arguably unfortunate patient, "But, I'm being rude! Lucille-like the blues king's guitar..." She extended her hand to shake his, "Loony extraordinaire! What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Then Sabrina started yelling, asking her if she 'was happy', "In general, yes." She grinned, stepping in front of Tony defensively and feeling a little guilty for getting him in trouble, even in her manic state. "I'd take a chill-pill, doctor. I'm sure you've got more than enough stowed away, plus all those treatments you've likely been skipping Susan out on." Lucy narrowed her eyes, "I'm starting to wish I had stuck you!" Behind her back she tried to signal Tony to make himself scarce.

"I'm good! Thank you for asking Carlisle." Susan smiled as she continued. "I just visited the new patient before I came here~" She made a delighted face. "One of the doctors came to see him, so I left." She laughed, this time, she left her hair fall in front of her face. She was blushing, just being around Carlisle, "Weird." She thought shaking her hair out of her face.

"Oh~ Silly, the TV isn't on~" She walked over and clicked on the TV and changed into a some cartoon. "Well, Carlisle, how are you?" She asked sitting back on the couch. "Do you know why the doctor was outside your room?" She laughed. "Probably trying to trick you to come out to get a treatment."

"You're welcome for asking, Susan. Thanks for visiting me and getting rid of that doctor. What's the new patient like? Is he crazy? Some people in here are really crazy." He tilted his head to the side as he asked the question.

One of the doctors came to see him, so I left.

Carlisle laughed as well, looking back at the TV.

Oh~ Silly, the TV isn't on~

"Of course it was! It was just on the wrong station for you. What cartoon is this? It looks weird..." He stared at the TV, watching the little animations run wild. "I'm alright, you know?" he said happily in answer to Susan's question. In reply to the second question, he said, "Probably to poke me with something again, but who knows. They're always up to no good and I think they just want me in the basement. But that's not where I'm going! If I'm going to leave this room it's to get out of here for good!"

Sarbina narrowed her eyes at her.

"I favor no patient over another!" she said defensively, after all, Susan hadn't been scheduled for a treatment in a while. Suddenly, that made her uneasy. Weren't patients supposed to get treatments weekly? She would have to look into that later.

She directed her attention to Anthony.

"Excuse me, but you're going to have to come with me."

Lucy laughed wickedly, "A bit defensive, are we?" She asked, crossing her arms, "Afraid somebody's going to take your precious Susan away?" She continued, smiled widening and stepping forward, aggressively, "You're not going to lay your filthy hands on his hide nor hair, especially not when it's my fault that needle is busted. Not if you don't want some... misfortune befalling Susy."

"Well, how exactly are you going to do that?" she questioned, trying to distract herself so that she wouldnt do anything to bad. Though what she was asking was probably going to make her even more angry, she was to stubborn to realize that.

"I already told you, I don't favor any patient!"

Susan smiled. "I don't exactly know, but it seems interesting."

"Probably to poke me with something again, but who knows. They're always up to no good and I think they just want me in the basement. But that's not where I'm going! If I'm going to leave this room it's to get out of here for good!"

"You're right. Probably." She watched the animations run on and of the screen, chasing each , getting flattened. "Cartoons sure give people ideas on some to do." She mumbled quietly, laughing. "I'm most likely going to end up in the basement soon." She muttered without satisfaction.

Carlisle continued to watch the figures on screen. They were hurting each other, and others around them. He laughed when one of the characters was flattened by a truck. His laugh died away. "No blood? Well, that's not very fun. You need it to be realistic, with blood and horror and stuff!" Carlisle ran over to the small dining area and took some ketchup, splattering it on his face, and near his mouth and eyes. He sprayed some more on the floor and his neck, laying down where the ketchup landed. "This is how you look when you get flattened by a truck."

I'm most likely going to end up in the basement soon.

Carlisle got up out of the ketchup splatters and sat back on the couch, not bothering to wipe off his face or hands. "Well, we'll be down there together! Me and you!" He smiled at Susan and raised his hand for a high-five.

Susan high-fived Carlisle back. "Yeah!" She said it with a smile on her face, but no enthusiasm. "Well, is the anything you want to do?" She asked innocently, her green eyes sparkling. "Beside for making murder scenes on how to get flattened by a truck." she giggled and wiped off some to the ketchup off his face. "Be careful, or your eyes will sting~" She said in a sing-song voice. She started to hum, waiting patiently for Carlisle's reply to her question.