Introduction
Make no mistake these inmates are far from repentant.
These patients are far from unaware of where and who they are and are completely capable of harnassing the fear and tension they create amongst the work employees of Dale-Creek ward. ''Mentally unstable'' is just a label because people cannot comprehend that any living sane being could possibly want to commit the crimes these people have sucubbed to.
Half the ward has recently been referbished and therefore the visitor enterance, reception, offices and cafeteria are deceivingly pleasant and bright. However past that, down four flights of stairs you come to the basement where all the inmates or "patients" reside.
1st floor: Where there are 12 open windowed offices for psychologistics, nurses, security and other guests and members.
2nd floor/ Ground floor: Is where the reception and cafeteria begins, bright, airy and welcoming it suggests a slight clinical approach.
3rd floor/ underground: Dimly lit and partially closed off this is where past psychiatric evaluation was attempted by previous employers and stopped by the government under the "human rights act" which took several years to inforce.
4th floor/ underground: Well lit this is where the nurses station is and consists of 5 working staff members day or night complete with all necessarities to suggest serious injuries may be obtained.
5th floor/ underground: Where the inmates are kept, observed and worked with. A long line of cells some with heavy doors others with bars and a yellow proximaty line painted upon the floor. Dimly lit with the night lights on its difficult to make out the inmates except for eerie silouettes.
The ward has been around for a while and now and then you'll get a transferred patient other than that you're stuck with the same faces... Its a fairly straight forward job if you set aside the danger and emotional, physical tension.
But these patients arent about to sit in silence whilst you go about your work... Entering this ward... will you survive the taunts and warped worlds of the inmates.. will you leave or will you sucumb to their desires and end your career..in a morgue.
Hint of black humour at times this roleplay will be an exciting view on the thrilling work enviroment surrounding by threat,suspense and characters that will grow deep as the RP progresses.
This roleplay will include the incredious views of criminals and offenders and therefore Rplayers should expect indecent mentionings.
This roleplay is 15[+] and may include faint sexual themes at some points so as i said once again expect it and if you disagree then pm me and maybe i'll try and take it down a notch for you as long as a majority of players do not disagree.
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'' I don't have any belongings'' He said and kept looking at her legs. She could examine him anytime. She tried to be a professional but he could see that he had made her very uncomftreble.
She thinks that she can play with a shark. Little little girl.
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"I know you have no belongings" she responded flatly "I was talking to the gentleman beside you" She hoped Cyrus would apprieciete being referred to as a gentleman for once and that Sam would notice how she clearly didnt like him. Not that it would bother someone who didnt like women in the first place.
He was such a predator in the sense that it was plain to see, nothing like the other patients whose darker sides skulked behind masks and mannerisms.
What a lovely addition he was to the basement, she'd be sure to tell kam and give him her natural opinion not to allow Kaleos in the cage with him.
"I look forward to furture interviews Samuel im sure theres plenty you'd like to share" She tired her best to keep to a professional tone and not let his eyes unnerve her too much. She'd be in jeans tomorrow.
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(Haha. Slight twist.)
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'' I am just a patient for you. I'll tell you my sad little story. It wasn't my fault that i did it. My oncle used to hit me, my mom was killed infront of my eyes. My dad was gunned down by the cops. Oh poor me, life is so hard.'' He said with a very sarcastic tone. He hated shrinks. He had talked to plenty of them when he was young. And they always said that it wasn't his fault. What did they know anyway? They just twisted everything you said. But this girl didn't seem to be like the others. She wasn't going to treat him as a victim. But he would still keep trying to get her to lose her mind. That was the fun part. She tried to make him sane and he was doing the opposite to her. He was starting to get really hungry, and the guy next to him had stopped talking. But the girl had started. But she hadn't answered his question about coming over to him sometime.
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"No kaleos i wont be playing with you today but thats a very nice drawing" she muttered proping the files back under her arms, that girl was increasingly creepy and Bea was becoming used to the innocent act and dark tone that sometimes found its way out even after such a short time.
"As for you Sam its not your sad little story that im interested in- everyone has one of those- its you as a person- they're very different things" she smiled pleasantly.
"I hope you know yourself" she added not wanting to break away from the stare they shared, they were used to normal pyschologists here but she had a certain way of going about things. Its why she was accepted here by the broad man who took charge of this place, but no one else knew that it was as you could say a little secret.
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'' I'm not sure I know myself anymore'' He said, and for just a second he sounded sad. But then he changed back to his cold normal self. He would answer her questions. He would give her real answers. It looked like she actually wanted to know the person not just his twisted brain. If he was about to spend the rest of his life in this hellhole a sane friendly person wasn't so bad.
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She gave the otherside of Kaleos drawing a lengthy glance.. it went to prove what she'd suspected. Friendship seemed very difficult to specify when it came to her. Bea then remembered she'd forgotton her coat and wondered back to grab it off the side in the office feeling eyes follow her out.
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"Hey, what the fuck!? You need to chill out, boy!" Cyrus shouted at Sam through the door. "She may be a pretty girl, and it may have been a while since you got your dick wet, but that doesn't give you the right to fucking scare the shit outta the little thing! We're all in the same god damn boat, but we all deal with it, so you better get that serpent tongue under control and keep it in your pants, or I'll pull your fucking organs out of your asshole!" He added angrily.
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'' Fine.. You're right.. sorry.. Do we get to have visitors here?'' He asked and sounded tired. He couldn't afford to get enemies.. for the moment. If they could get visitors maby he could get someone to do him a little favor. And if that didn't work maby the girl could run arrends for him. He walked to his bed and sat down on it.
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"Yes Cyrus"
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He was still hungry and the hunger started to make im irritated. And now the girl was back. Talking to Fish.
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"You read my file, huh?" He said sadly. "I can always tell... Now I'm a monster" He explained, leaning against the door.
Cyrus sighed.
"Anyway, sorry you had to read all that" He told her genuinely "And sorry I didn't stick up for you when Sargent Sodomy was eye raping you earlier" He added, glancing towards his cell. "I just wanted to know if there was a way I could get out of here for a while. The air is kinda tense since I let the marine have it after you left... Is that possible?" Fish said hopefully, but with a slight tone of premeditated failure in his voice.
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He looked out thru the window and tried to get eyecontact with the girl.
'' Food?'' He asked and sighed.
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"Its my job to read your file, its okay though we all have a past thats not so much why im here" she replied quietly she'd dealt with his crimes already they were just apart of something she knew now.
"I'll see what i can do about that walk- you know you'll be in a straight jacket and i'll have to keep an eye on you along with my many abled body guards" she teased faintly gesturing to the security. Cyrus had manners, Sam didnt, she had to make sure that didnt effect the way she responded to their requirements.
Speak of the devil Sam had noticed her reappearance and was once again asking about his stomach.
She glanced sideways as he seemed to be trying to catch her eye.
"Yes Sam i'll check now" she muttered impatiently. "Try learning some manners while im gone" she added under her breath.
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"I understand and I promise I'll behave. Thank you... Uh? What do I call you?" He asked as she began to walk away.
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"Bea it is then..." He said softly to himself.
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Bea scowled at the receptionist freely allowing herself to portray her feelings. "Well i'll do just that then" she replied airily going to storm back to the offices when she caught sight of three boxes to the left of reception.
"What are those??" She inquired.
The receptionist glanced over like it took pure energy to move her eyes.
"Oh that, it belongs to one of the patients- its a record player and i dont know books and whatever the crackpot reads" she replied plainly knawing on the end of a pencil. "Its been there for a while.. i forgot to tell Kam he's such a busy body" at the mentioning of Kam a smile spread on her lips and Bea simulated hurling when she wasnt looking.
"Well he's been waiting an awful long time for that" She snapped in Cyrus' defence for his small handful of remaining civil rights. Walking over she struggled to pick the boxes up and decided one at a time would be safest.
"Besides he's not a crackpot just a misunderstood indivisual- just like all of them- who happened to break the law" She added firmly.'By eating people and coating his furniture in thier skin and various body parts' she thought it best to leave that part out. Like the receptionist had bothered to read their files and she proved correct when the receptionist merely snorted and turned back to her computer screen.
She'd give Cyrus his belongings which would hopefully occupy him for a while and then she'd get down to any paper work needed.
"Oh yes and when are they having lunch?" Bea asked before disappearing through a door.
The receptionist seemed to be getting peeved by the amount of hassle Bea was giving her.
Huff. "They go out for lunch at 1:30 but Kam isnt here so we were going to postpone it seeing everyone has a shift off but im sure you're capable of ordering a few security guards around to get them out to lunch especially male ones.. the wardens have already got the lunch ready they're just waiting for someone qualified to supervise" she muttered giving Bea the sly eye.
Bea returned it meaningfully.
"Im sure i will be able to"
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John Scott
Inmate- He was a hard worker. Till his office was blown to the ground. After that he seemed normal but lurking behind that laid back, easy going face was somthing sinister, after being found guitly of some horrendous crimes in the area he was sent here.
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Hello little puppets....
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None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
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Kaleos is seems unlikely to be someone bad but she is.
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Hello little puppets....
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Inmate- He was a hard worker. Till his office was blown to the ground. After that he seemed normal but lurking behind that laid back, easy going face was somthing sinister, after being found guitly of some horrendous crimes in the area he was sent here.
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Hello little puppets....
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Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
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