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located in St. Joans Medical institute, a part of Dead Poets society, one of the many universes on RPG.

St. Joans Medical institute

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Character Portrait: Sadie Blarke Character Portrait: Jesse Dosse
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Sadie could feel eyes on her back. She turned and looked at the guard. Okay, he was just hospital security. Rent-a-cop. Why was he looking at her like that? Sadie eyed him back, pausing her humming for a few moments. "Can I help you?" She said softly but steadily, her small hands folded in front of her. The less threatening she seemed, the better. It was probably confusing him because she was clearly a patient, but wouldn't exactly give him a conclusive idea of what was exactly wrong with her. He shook his head and pointed towards the door Jesse was locked up behind. "He finally stopped howling. What did you do?"

A small smile, just enough to reach her cheeks before disappearing. "Reminded him that he's not alone. Either that, or he fell asleep." She shrugged her shoulders, non nonchalantly, and began to pace the ward, humming softly to herself. It looked so casual, like she wasn't really paying attention and didn't have much of a goal, but in reality, she was pausing at each door, seeing if she could find her friend. Too high, too low, too noisy, too quiet. She barely recognized the various voices. Sadie knew damn well she shouldn't even be there, and that she could be punished if caught, but she kept going.

The guard just sort of lazily watched her, her hands pressed to the wall, as if feeling for something that wasn't there, bare feet pattering against the linoleum. It would have been a much more peaceful sight if she wasn't in a psych ward, searching for a friend in solitary, and humming trying to draw him out. It would have been much more suited to a bed of flowers and a warm summer day. Home. Sadie paused for a moment. Home used to be beautiful at one point. She sunk down against one of the doors, covering her face with her hands. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't fully cry. It wasn't a horrible moment of sadness. It was one of remembrance. At one point in her life, she knew how to smile, how to laugh, and how to be like every other girl. Where was that? Where was the happiness?

"Why would you cage something that's scared?" Sadie's question caught the man at the door off guard. He shrugged, then moved towards her, taking her by the upper arm. "That's enough, let's go." He wasn't forceful, but she knew better than to push it. He led her back to the main wards, steering her towards the common area. Dejected, Sadie curled up on an armchair in the sitting room, glaring at some of the other patients. Her hand slid into her pocket, and she stared at Lacross' note again. This place seemed to be more of a danger to her than she was to herself. And she had caused him nothing but trouble. Then, he was trouble, himself.