-After his name is spoken. The guards leave the wardens office going to fetch Okami. They come back a few minutes after. Four guards enter empty handed. Before two Guards Walk in. Pulling on massive Steel poles attached to a Steel Belt Tight around Okami's waist. Okami has a Cannibal mask on, and one of the Guards holding a pole has half his ear missing. Blood is Dripping from Okami's mouth. The guards with the poles walk to his Side. Locking the pole in place. then turn them forcing the boy to lean forward. Two of the other guards chain up his legs to the ground, Then they make him stand up straight again, as they chain his neck and Arms to the wall. The arms weren't really necessary because he is in a straight jacket. but after having him for two months. The guards have learned better than to take any risks with him. once he is all chained. The four men not holding the poles. Have their batons ready to beat him brutally if he moves-

Allyse sat at her desk, a notebook in front of her. She cocked her head to the side slightly.
"You," she said to the guard who's ear was bleeding, "go fix your ear up." Allyse's voice was soft and delicate, no more than a whisper. Kurt, Allyse's half-wolf, half-Siberian husky, let out a small whine. She brought Kurt to work with her because 'studies' had proved that animals could be part of mental healing.
"Okami," she said in a very, soft gentle tone, "This is Kurt." She slowly made her way over to him. She kept her eyes on him, avoiding eye contact. She was standing about three feet away from him.

Rose had her body pressed against the cop who held her tightly by the forearm. She ran her fingers down his chest letting out soft breaths. The sweat built up on the guys forehead. Knocking frantically Rose looked down at her red high heels. The leather that she wore clung tightly on her body as her gaze drifted up to the cop. She scratched the guy's face making him flinch holding his cheek feeling the blood trickle down. She stared at the blood tilting her head to the side amused. But quickly realizing where her predicament was at. She made a sprint for the door. The cops knocked her down. Hearing a loud thud from her back hitting the floor she opened her mouth mouthing out "owww" but not a peep came out of her.

the guys held her up letting her feet swing knocking on the door. Hoping for some response. Feeling her squirm and how slippery the leather was they were having difficulty to bound her down.

Okami: -Backs away from her when she approaches. His Gynophobia torturing him. But after his back hits the wall he growls loudly and lunges for her getting stopped by the Chains. But he managed to break his left leg chain when he lunged forward. He stomps that foot toward the dog asserting his alpha dominance. His glare would be enough to scare almost any animal into a whimper. He himself growls loudly then howls the best howl a human can. His voice box perfect for a close to real wolf howl-

Allyse stepped back, pulling Kurt out of the way. Her face was completely emotionless. She went back to her desk and made a few notes in her notebook.
Hasn't shown any sign of improvement. She had a notebook for each of the patients.
"Sedate him and take him back to his room. 150 cc's of Flumazenil wasn't enough last time, so give him 200 instead," she said, "The next room I'm going to is Kylar's." She set Okima's notebook on the shelf and grabbed Kylar's notebook off the shelf. She waited until Okima was out of the room, before she took Kurt and headed towards Kylar's room. Exchanging a few words with other workers at the asylum, she finally made it to his room.
"Hello, Kylar," Allyse said with a friendly smile, "How are you today?"

Okami: -Gets Taken out of the Room. and they Sedate him as Ordered. But before he passes out he lands a hard kick to the face of the guard that stuck him with the needle. his toe claws scratching his face leaving deep claw marks-

"The flickering lights... the white walls. Why am I freaking here? Something that You caused to people! That's why!"

Hey don't blame me I didn't realize the cops were going to pounce on me. So half and half we're both at fault here and we're stuck in this looney bin Tyson. Probably going to be here forever to boot.

Poor Tyson, arguing with himself was not going to budge the doors or walls. Nor will it help him any. He needed to get through the therapy and what not and be cured and return to society. All he did was be guilty of having another personality in him. A very dangerous personality called the Black XII. A vigilante that gave the cops trouble. He didn't half realize that he had him as a personality until right before Black XII was caught. They incarcerated him in the asylum after looking at his history background with his past therapy sessions in the successful removal of the more violent personality, the "Jack Of Blades." He knew that Jack was more violent then Black XII and he was glad to be rid of Jack.

But now wasn't the time for remembering, he was just told to stay in his cell. Tyson knew he had to oblige, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Hebe hummed to herself as she walked around the garden eyeing the rose bushes. "Pain, Pain around this place. As I set a fire to the world..." she sung to herself as she skipped over the the rose bush. She picked the rose, as the thorns tore into her skin she giggled a bit watching the blood run down her finger, down her hand, and down her arm to the ground. The garden was an enclosed place, so it wasn't Actually outside, so its like a greenhouse pretty much. Hebe liked being in there by herself. She was usually chained to her bed because she becomes violent whever she see's a needle or blood. That is unless it's her own blood, now THAT she enjoyed very much. 'Hehe, I wonder what Dannilea is doing right now.' Hebe thought to herself squeezing the rose tighter in her hand making her palm bleed as she giggled and licked it all up, licking her lips afterwards.

Every sound made was clearly audible in the closed up room. Each breath, the beating of his heart, the shuffle of his feet as he paced around, thinking. It all reverberated off the walls, echoing, reminding him that he was here, still in this same room no matter how much he had tried to escape. No matter how many creative things he had come up with, all the efforts to slip out of the room if the door was ever opened. Not only did the sounds taunt him, saying that he would never get out, but...it reminded him that he was alone.

And was going to be alone for the rest of his days if he didn't get out. Kylar had completely run out of ideas, and motivation too. Before, he was fueled by anger. He clawed at the walls, threw things around, threatened the guards around him saying that he would tear the skin off of their living flesh, cut them apart like he did to that stupid cat. Now, that he had calmed down and realized that they didn't care, he had moved from anger into a state of sadness, and a weak, but burning, hate for everyone here. Maybe if he just calmed down they would let him out? That was his next plan. If that didn't work, he would injure or starve himself. They would open the door, take him to some room to take care of him, then he would go from there. Grab a weapon too, there was tons of sharp stuff in those rooms where they looked at people. He didn't care if he hurt the people to get out. In fact, it would feel good.

Kylar tilted his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Fluorescent lights glared down at him, a blinding shine that caused him to close his eyes slowly. Blindly, he pulled his legs towards his body, wrapping his arms around them and then resting his chin on his knees. He opened his eyes, the pale blue staring at the door, watching, waiting for something or anything to happen. It was what he did most of the time when not outside of the bright room. Besides scratching things into the wall, counting the days he had been here. As if on cue, he heard the door creak open. His muscles tensed, and immediately, he pressed a hand up against the wall, raising his head, ready to stand up and run if it was just some sort of guard checking in on him. But after seeing the slightly-familiar face of the warden. The leader.

He sat himself back down on the ground, her friendly words making almost no sound to him. The words were just a blur, until he repeated them in his head a few times. Kylar glanced up at her, locking eyes with her. He shrugged, feeling himself relaxed, resting the back of his head against the wall, still glaring at her tensely. Might as well share his thoughts with her. He could understand that she was trying to help them, even though he didn't need help. He was fine! And he would be fine. What Kylar didn't know about himself was that his sadistic personality shone through in phases. Whenever something irritated or angered him enough, that was when he began to make threats. No matter what though, he was still highly interested in torture devices and weapons.

"I don't like this room." He sighed quietly, lowering his gaze from her and staring down at her feet. "It's too quiet and lonely. I want out, why don't you let me out?" He asked quietly, his voice soft. Kylar didn't understand that he was even a bit of a threat to people or anything living, for that matter. He knew that he had done it, but in a way, he couldn't understand why it was bad. He seemed so innocent in a way, though was the complete opposite. He was clueless about morals and beliefs of people, values, the difference between right and wrong.

Kylar hadn't seemed to notice her when she walked in. None of them ever really answered right away. Allyse could see the calculating behind their eyes. Most of the time it was to come up with an answer. Kylar seemed to be processing what she had said.
"I don't like this room," he sighed, before his gaze met her shoes,"It's too quiet and lonely. I want out, why don't you let me out?" His tone was soft. Allyse studied him closely, her green eyes squinting in the bright light.
"Does the quiet bother you?" she asked, "I prefer it." Allyse sat down across from him, her legs crossed. Kurt lay down next to her, his head in her lap. She petted him gently.
"What do you suppose I do about the quiet and loneliness?" she asked, her voice was soft and gentle. She wanted to get inside his mind and figure out why he did what he did.

How could she prefer the quiet? It would never stop bothering you. Your sounds, your thoughts, everything seemed so loud. You couldn't make your own thoughts without the old ones coming back to haunt you. Though it may be nice for awhile, after quite some time, you've had enough thinking. You've had enough of everything, and wanted to go away from the silence as soon as you could. Too much silence made him feel sick.

Kylar clasped his hands together, staring down at his hands, not liking the feel of her eyes focusing on him. He turned his head away from her, hearing footsteps against the floor as she moved to sit down in front of him. Not only her footsteps, but also the quiet clicking of claws against the floor. She had her dog too...he never liked animals much, only because they seemed to hate him too. The cat wouldn't stop moving when he was playing with it.

He brought his blue-eyed gaze towards the dog, pushing himself further into the corner. He wasn't ever afraid of them, but would rather avoid them, afraid that there would be more consequences for even getting near one. He had the urge to take his anger out on the defenseless animal, but resisted from doing so. He would be in even more trouble, and never get out. They would all think he was insane, which he wasn't. He was perfectly fine, just angry at everyone.

Kylar pulled his hands apart, resting on hand on the wall and digging his fingers into it. He sighed quietly, turning his head and staring at the wall, not daring to make eye contact with her.

"You can let me out. I won't do anything again, I just wanted them to pay attention to me." The part about him not doing anything again, was obviously a lie. He wasn't able to control his anger, in the sentence, his voice had already raised a bit in volume, his hate for her and this place increasing. 'Them' was being his parents, they had completely neglected him. Never hurt him, but never liked him either. It was like he was invisible.

He took a risk, and looked over to her, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. Slowly, a weak smile spread across his lips as he began to speak again.

"Or I can just force you to let me out. I can rip your eyes out of your skull to show me the way, or take the dog so it can lead me out." He let out a soft, quiet laugh, but made no movement towards her. More threats, though he never went through with them.

A psychiatrist had to be escorted out by the security after a botched attempt to overview Tyson's progress went terribly wrong. He accidentally insulted Tyson's family which led to Black XII coming out. Everyone however was prepared for an emergency like him. They rushed in and sedated him. By the time Tyson woke up he was himself again but with a bad bad headache.

"Ow. Bloody heck my head hurts. What happened?" he said to no one in particular.

"If you want the details Tyson I can give em. The Doctor accidentally insulted your family, you didn't like that, I didn't like that badda bing badda boom, I come out. Then the Security dudes knock me out. You know if we were separate people, you wouldn't have this problem. You'd sit there whilst I dealt with my thing. But unfortunately that's not the case. Even to a guy like me that's cold." Black XII explained in his head.

"Quiet you. I want you gone that's the first thing I want." Tyson retorted.

"Hey I didn't say you HAD to like the arrangement, but hey if they manage to cure you and place me out of your life forever that's good. However for now my friend you are stuck. Kinda sucks don't it? Be glad I'm not Jack though."

Tyson sighed knowing that was the truth. Until something happened, he was stuck in an asylum filled with other people like him. he knew he can't deal with any of them without Black XII suddenly bursting out trying to correct any wrongs. He was trapped, and his limits to freedom will tighten due to Black XII's performance.

Allyse made a note in her notebook.
Call parents and schedule a visiting appointment.
Her face remained expressionless when he threatened her.
"When you make threats like that, dear, it really lessens the 'progress' you appear to have made," Allyse said as she stood up slowly, "And maybe the quiet is what you need. The more time alone with your thoughts the better." She exited the room and headed back to her office. Kurt followed faithfully beside her. Once inside she laid her head on the desk for a minute and sighed. Couldn't these people see that all she was trying to do was help? She stood up and put Kylar's notebook on the shelf. Kurt whined softly. Allyse knelt down beside him and scratched him behind the ears. She grabbed Maen's folder off of the shelf and went to his room. She went in and sat down by the door.
"Hello, Maen. How are you today?" She asked, her voice was slightly more frazzled.

Olivia: -A pretty young Doctor enters Amy's room. Her Clipboard in hand as well as a Pen and Amy's File- "Ok Amy. Im Doctor Olivia Hofstadter. Now I would just like to ask you how your feeling today?, Are you comfortable?, And Most importantly is Any one giving you trouble around here?. It's my Job to make sure you are as Comfortable and Happy as possible"

Maen had been leisurely leaning against the wall as Allyse walked in. Upon hearing her speak, he turned to her and a big toothy smile spread across his face. "Yo, Doctor! How're the kids?" He giggled a bit as he walked forward and leaped into his bed. "Y'know, I hear tell that you had to sedate that old firecracker Okami again." Another low giggle. "Between you and me Doc', I'd say that guy's a bit loco in the coco." He let out a burst of laughter at this point. After he was finished, he leaned in closer a bit more "But seriously, Doctor. It's getting so boring around here lately and I'm simply dying for a good old fashioned night on the town! So what do you say you and I make a deal? I think I have a crisp new five dollar bill in my other pants..." His toothy grin spread a bit more as he let out another giggle.

Maen was sitting against the wall when Allyse walked in.
"Yo, Doctor! How're the kids?" he giggled before he flopped onto his bed, "Y'know, I hear tell that you had to sedate that old firecracker Okami again."
"I don't have kids and, when don't I have to sedate him?" She replied. The laughing ones were the ones she kept an extra close eye on. Their giggling was usually to hide something dangerous.
"Between you and me Doc', I'd say that guy's a bit loco in the coco," Maen said before errupting in laughter, "But seriously, Doctor. It's getting so boring around here lately and I'm simply dying for a good old fashioned night on the town! So what do you say you and I make a deal? I think I have a crisp new five dollar bill in my other pants..."
"Okami wouldn't be here if he wasn't a bit 'loco in the coco.' I think you can keep your crisp new five dollar bill. I suggest reading a book. Jollywood has a wonderful library," she said with a smile, "We can go there right now." Allyse was smiling on the outside, but inside she was extremely frustrated.
I think you're loosing it, lovey. The voice was farmiliar, but it startled her that it was back. Allyse shook her head and sighed.

"Well Let's see... today marks the seventh month of our time here. Progress, well none now due to your explosion XII." Tyson said as he paced back and forth in his room.

"Hey! Don't blame me! The psychiatrist asked for it!" Black XII replied in his head.

Tyson sighed and sat against the wall. What was the point of it anyway? Oh well, at least it wasn't Jack more or less. According to the research of the psychiatrists here, Jack and Black XII originated from the time his family was killed in the robbery. The Trauma of it being witnessed by him split his personality into three, With Jack of Blades at the time being more active then Black XII who remained dormant. By the time Tyson overpowered Jack, Black XII began to wake up and started to show up by the time he was 18. It's been a year since that happened and he still felt like himself despite Black XII being a part of his life. He hoped he'd overpower Black XII soon. He wanted a normal life.

Veronica sat depressingly in her room, hating every second of being trapped in this place. She stood up, looking around for a cigarette or a lighter. Why did they have to take her lighter? It was like her best friend... Well, it was her best friend sadly. Looking around, she frowned as there were no places really to hide her cigarettes if she ever got a hold on them again. Unless she were to hide them under the bed, but something told her that the doctor lady would check there or had cameras in her room. She hated cameras. And phones. They were what had led her to come here, after her arson and homicide trial earlier in the year.

I guess it's better than jail, she thought, standing by the door. She had been locked in for the time being it seemed, as if she were some animal. She was not an animal! She just really wanted to light that doctor on fire right now for keeping her in here. She banged on the door with her hands. "You can let me out now!" she yelled.

Okami: -Finally starts waking up. A rage filled look in his eyes. He lets out a loud howl making some of the patients {NPC's not PC. I don't even think about controlling others} start freaking out in their room. The Schizophrenic woman in the cell to his left Screams "the Big bad Wolf is coming for me" as she curls up in the corner and hugs her knees. Okami: Crouches down trying despicably to break his arms free of the straight jacket so he can run around the room-

Amy smiles sadly, looking up at Doctor Hofstadter. “Hi” She says her voice quiet and timid “I’m feeling okay.” She looks down again as if embarrassed. Her cute little kid act usually gets her places “But I don’t like it here. Everyone is scary”

Olivia: -Writes down some information- "What might we do to make things less Scary?" -She says Before Hearing a loud Howling sound. she looks around a little then looks back to Amy- "Okami is Awake again. One of these days he is going to kill somebody"

"Read a book? C'mon Doc', do I look like a guy that reads?" Maen gave a quick laugh as a howling sound reached his ears. "Oh! Looks like the old firecracker is alive and kicking! Might want to go check on our beloved beasty, Doctor!" Leaning forward a little bit, his voice took on a more sinister tone. "It'd be a shame if he were to ever break loose..." Throwing his head back, he erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter.

Amy- Amy sits perfectly still when she hears the howl. It isnt really frightening at all; weird though. She shrugs "I don't know Miss. It's too loud though." When Ms. Olivia mentions Okami she stiffens, hoping to seem like a normal 13 year old. "Kil?" She asks, horror in her tone

Okami: -Ears twitch as he hears the Hysterical Laughter. and growls loudly. Kicking the Wall in the exact direction its coming from he Yells out and Growls as his Claw like nails start picking at the Sleeves of the Straight Jacket, and Chewing on the Caller of The coat-

"Well if you aren't open to my suggestions on how to entertain yourself, I'm afraid I can't do anything to help you," Allyse said, rolling her eyes.
Hasn't appeared to make any progress. She stood up.
"I'll stop by later," she said as she stood up. She was going to break her biggest rule. She was going to go into Okami's room alone.
Maybe you should take a vacation from all these crazy people, Lovey. The voice again. Allyse shook her head. She went to her office and put Maen's notebook back on the shelf. She left Kurt in her office. She walked briskly through the halls and went to Okima's door. She was armed with a sedative just in case. It was in the pocket of her lab coat. She opened the door slowly, her hand in her pocket. Her fingers curled around the syringe.
"You probably want out of that nasty straight jacket don't you?" Allyse asked quietly, her voice soft and delicate.