Yukiko
Delusional | Temperamental | Mischievous | Possessive
Klepto | Clinical Lycanthropy | ADHD
⎡ Role: Patient ▮ Tale: Puss In Boots⎦
|| Speech - #CC3366 ||
⎡"Meow."⎦
Delusional | Temperamental | Mischievous | Possessive
Klepto | Clinical Lycanthropy | ADHD
⎡ Role: Patient ▮ Tale: Puss In Boots⎦
|| Speech - #CC3366 ||
⎡"Meow."⎦
”Meow, meow! New peeps,” Puss hummed excitedly, the bridge of her nose pressed up in full force against the glass window; eyes gleaming with wonder and curiosity down at the scene below. The arrival of new patients of course was what captured the girls gaze when peering down, the lingering possibility of fun and amusement, and much more, spinning round inside her head. ”Wander what they’re in for, hnnngh ~ ”
Turning round on the balls of her feet, Puss hopped down from the window-ledge and landed on the floor, before beginning to make ways for the end of the hallway. ”Excuse me,” she sighed while tiptoeing round a member of staff who stood by the door, ”Coming through,” Puss added with particular emphasis towards the latter, and sulked with, ”Thank-you.” Hurrying on down the hallway with a nod of approval, she rushed down and practically bounced from the floor as the girl made a quick turn at the corner. With a light jingle from the bell that hung from her left ear, the staff knew where the girl was near enough all the time; a makeshift tracker in the vaguest of sense, you could say, as it almost always gave away her position. Ignoring it for now though, Puss bobbed along until reaching the bottom floor, and then once there, immediately scanned over the area with her mismatched eyes.
However, her perceptive gaze was sharply broken by a sudden, ”Oi!” A female warden had called when darting a glare to the girl, and promptly tugged the cat by the collar of her clothing, ”Were you not suppose to be in a time-out upstairs?”
”N-yah, it wasn’t me!” Puss hissed while pulling away, ”Meow! You got the wrong cat, lady! N-yarrr!” Both sets of weighty fingers pressing down on the one hand that had captured her, the feline embedded her nails into the woman’s cold hand and dug deep; hoping the warden would release and let her be on her merry way once more.
”And where are your socks?” The warden quizzed, to which a ‘humph’ was the response. ”You should really cover up more.”
With a flick of the wrist the woman let go; dropping the cat to the floor with a thud as Puss then scrambled onto her feet, and shot a dirty look to the staff-member. Naturally the woman wasn’t impressed, however over the few years that the girl had spent within the Asylum, much of the current staff knew to expect as much; as if dealing with a child, a whiny one occasionally, Puss wasn’t the worst patient they had and with simple methods she was, per say, manageable. ”It makes my skin itchy! N-yah!” The girl huffed, quickly turning on her heel before scurrying off in the opposite direction, away from the woman. Then after though, and quietly, she muttered back under her breath, ”Na-la-la, you are dumb.”
Her freedom was short lived however as once arriving upon another door, yet another member of staff was quick to block the girls way. Seemingly pleased in doing so they merely questioned, ”Do you have permission to be down here?” The man asked, likely another warden from what Puss could deduce, before the girl gave a lazy tilt of her head. ”If not, you’ll have to return to your room. You kn--”
”N-yar! I wanna see the new peeps,” She interrupted and stomped her bare foot, ”Move out the way! Meow!”
”Only if you say please.” He bargained, smugly.
”Meow-owe--” she whined, feeling a forceful smack to the back of the head. A whack for not using her words, usually, as Puss had come to figure out; though that didn’t mean she was any more willing to use them, and mostly didn’t, when irked. ”N-yah, hmph.”
”Oh well… guess you won’t be wanting a little treat then, either.”
Instantly the girl pounced on the man and grabbed at his sleeves, ”I want treat, give it to me! Meow!”
Offering a mere nod in response the man lead the way, unlocking a few doors along the way as he easily guided the girl through the connecting rooms; a task managed only through the promise of a treat, as some knew, and the pair continued to move along. Although when reaching a particular area some minutes after, Puss was handed a small lollipop that she promptly inserted between her lips, and contently sucked on.
Treats were rare, and staff willing to give them out was considered even rarer; Puss knew to keep it secret while she could, enjoying the sweet for that moment, before crushing the juicy orb between her teeth and gulping it down in one. ”Meow! The hunt for new peeps continues!”