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Jesse Dosse

"Hello, what can you do for me today?"

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a character in “Dead Poets society”, as played by OurLadyofSorrows

Description

Name: Jesse Dosse

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Reason for breakdown: Jesse was snatched away from his loving, normal, practically nuclear family at a very young age. He was no longer destined for the normal, happy, balanced life that he was born into. He was pushed into a dark world, an underground art, if it was even right to call it that. He was abused in every way possible. Exposed to things that no human being should go through. Taped doing things that would scar a grown man, none the less a small child for life. He lived this life for a long eight years, before the police found him on the side of the road, screaming and yelling and attacking people that passed. He knew no better. Jesse was the victim of sexual abuse and had been forced to do unspeakable things. All on video. He wasn't raised to understand or fit into the regular world. In a way, he was cursed. Damned to a life that nobody else would understand. At night, he screamed. During the day, he muttered to himself and lashed out at others.

His parents were so happy, but so broken hearted to see him. Their baby boy was no longer a baby, and definitely not a child. They took him home, and put him in therapy, hoping it would help. It didn't. The chaos started with him breaking things, and catching him downloading inappropriate videos. This went on for the longest time, his parents just trying to ignore it. They were able to push it aside until he went after his younger sister, who was now four years old. His mother caught him red handed with the crying toddler. It was a sight that no parent ever wanted to see. Twelve years old, now, and molesting his own sister. They couldn't take it. He wasn't their child anymore, he was a monster.

Of course, he didn't understand what he was doing wrong. After so many years of abuse being the only thing he knew, and it being the norm for him, he figured it was okay. Everybody had to learn. It killed him when his parents sent him away. Why didn't they want him anymore? Wasn't he good enough? The inner turmoil nearly drove him mad, if that was even possible.

He spent the past five years in a different hospital, mainly for children. Recently, he was transferred to St. Joans for treatment due to him being too old for the children's center.

Appearance: For someone with such a twisted past...he seems so normal. Tall, standing at 6'2", bulky but by no means fat, with a strong jaw and striking blue eyes, Jesse could fit in if he were to wander into a crowd. The way he hunches when he walks makes him seem shorter, but when he stands up straight, he could be seen as downright overpowering. His hair is sandy blonde, hanging unkempt in his face. It can be flicked away in one motion so he can look at whoever he is speaking to. Not a remarkable person in looks, just...average. Like a camouflage to hide the sinister personality.

Likes: Socializing, being near other people, playing sports, playing board games, watching movies, thunder storms.

Dislikes: Being alone, being locked up, being told what to do, people rejecting him, music, video cameras, any figure of authority.

Habits: Jesse is very inappropriate and tends to get too close to people. He doesn't see it as something that is his fault, and tends not to take responsibility. He is also a snitch. He will pretend to be your friend to get whatever he wants.

History: Before he was snatched and abused, Jesse lived in a very average home. Mom, Dad, and a dog. His sister was born while he was captive. His life was very tame and boring, and would probably have caused him to be very normal and balanced. His parents are now fearful of him, and only contact via cards on holidays and his birthday.

So begins...

Jesse Dosse's Story

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There was only so much stupidity one person could handle. Jesse murmured softly to himself as he paced his room. After too many days of observation and solitary confinement, he was feeling more like a lab rat than a human being. Ha, rat. All for getting too close to a nurse. What the hell were boundaries? He wasn't stupid, but they expected way too much from a boy locked in a mental ward. Just saying. He squinted and turned as the door softly clicked. It was one of the interns, letting him out of his cage. Okay, maybe it was a room, not a cage. But it still was punishment to him. He wanted socialization. He wanted to talk to people. He wanted to be in the middle of everything. He had to be the center of attention, the charmer, the one that everyone wanted to be around. To have anyone else be the center of attention just wasn't going to work for him. Jesse pondered this as he was led to the recreation room.

People! He liked people. Jesse smiled, a charming, almost warm grin. He seemed so easy to talk to. So sweet. In a way he was, in a way he was just as manipulative and bad as any one else here. He made friends quickly. It was strange to see how easily you could make friends if you asked who was the common enemy and agreed that they were useless. Needless to say, he got caught up on the gossip (crazy people have gossip?) and the rules (wait, where was he again?)

Jesse never thought of himself as insane. Just misunderstood. Not looked at in the right light. Judged. And the worst of them all? Abandoned. His own family didn't love him. He saw the sadness in it rather than the fact that he had done something wrong. He hardly remembered half the sinister things he did anymore. Too much medication. Too much excitement. Soon enough he was caught up that there was the strange beast boy and the quiet girl on the floor, and to not go near them because beast boy was dangerous. Interesting. Then there was the girl with the super long hair who babbled constantly and had a tendency to get nasty.

Mind you, these were all spouts and rumours. Jesse decided to be nosy and take a look. He sauntered over to the group, crouching to look at the nearly catatonic Sadie and the seemingly agitated Lacross. "Hey, what's going on down here?"

There was a long silence, before Sadie twitched and muttered darkly, "Go away. If you don't leave me alone, Lacross will be the least of your troubles."

Touch act. Jesse frowned, but decided to back off before he got his face ripped off. A later time. He'd get her to open up. Or at least let him near the pretty girl. The crazy one. They were all crazy. Molly? Yeah. Jesse smirked and propped himself on a desk.

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Sadie paced the courtyard, waiting patiently for everyone else to arrive. She felt exposed. The cool air brushed against her, tousling her hair ever so slightly, and she shook her head quickly. She wanted to see. She wanted to sit and be part of something more. But their leader hadn't arrived yet. Things weren't organized. Everything was sort of scattered, not quite right. Sadie stood in the light of the moon, just watching. A few people seemed to know what they were doing, but most looked as aimless as her. A heavy sigh escaped her. Part of her pondered the idea that they were watching, waiting for the society to gather, just to scoop them up like moths drawn to a light and smash them. What would their punishment be? Solitary? Solitary wasn't big enough for all of them. What kind of punishments did they have? Sadie had never been really punished while in the hospital. She had spent most of her time too quiet and well behaved to even think about what would happen when she acted out. Where was everyone? She was surrounded, but she felt alone.

Movement behind her. The shuffling of leaves, breathing. Another inmate. Sadie got very still, waiting for either a nurse or maybe someone familiar to say something. Her whole body tensed, and she felt someone tall and warm wrap around her. Lacross? She paused for a split second, then realized he didn't really walk on his two feet, and that made absolutely no sense. With a shriek, Sadie pulled away, and turned on her heel to stare upwards. It was that strange boy from rec. Jesse? Yeah. Jesse. Definitely not her friend. Definitely not the person, or sort of person she wanted it to be. "Don't touch me." She hissed shortly, crossing her arms and stepping away from him. Who the hell invited him to this meeting? How did he even get out? He was going to be trouble.

"If you're coming to the meeting...you sit, you shut up, and you do not touch me." Sadie's medication was wearing off, and she was quite cranky. Better off, Jesse intimidated her. At almost a foot taller than her and nearly twice as wide, and no sense of personal space, she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Easy, princess. I came looking for your friend. The pretty one."

Sadie glared at him, holding her chin high and moving closer to the gathering of people. "I don't know where she is. Go back inside." He was a nuisance. She gave him an annoyed look, then left him to his devices. His devices being that he wandered off, seeming dejected. He wasn't used to being told no. Instead of trying again, or trying to talk to the society members, he sat on the ground, patiently waiting for the meeting to start. Honestly, he didn't know about any sort of society. The howling was strange and he had followed out of sheer curiosity.

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Sadie looked around, her arms crossed tightly. Where was Molly? Didn't she usually come to these things? She didn't see Lacross, either. She glanced over when she saw shuffling in the grass, but thought nothing of it. Why would she? So instead of pausing there, she paced the perimeter of the courtyard. Moonlight practically doused the small area, a short pocket of clear skies before the clouds would partially cover the moon again. Sadie stopped and stared at the sky, as if counting the stars. The meeting was taking longer than usual to really get pulled together. Maybe it was something different. Something more special. They were out in the courtyard, somewhere exposed. Somewhere they could be easily seen. It worried her. It stressed her to no end. She paused when she heard movement next to her.

Jesse.

She rolled her eyes, holding her chin up. The movement reminded her of her spoiled mother. How she acted like she was so much better. Sadie still remembered some of her breeding when it came to people she didn't like. But he seemed to slump when she snubbed him. Sadie paused, her expression softening. She almost felt bad. Jesse looked...depressed. Well...maybe depressed was the wrong word. Rejected. Like she had hurt his feelings. Why did she care? But then, he seemed to be used to rejection. After a moment or two of thought, Sadie's shoulders slumped and she gave in.

"Hey, I'm sorry." It wasn't like her to apologize for her actions too much. But it seemed she had been too cruel earlier. She decided to engage him in some conversation. So they talked. Menial things. Like their past. Sadie wouldn't touch much on hers, but he explained how his family had left him here after being kidnapped. He didn't add the sexual abuse, or the reason his family had gotten spooked. In the end, it looked like a sad story. Boy gets kidnapped. Boy comes home. Family doesn't love him anymore. Sadie's eyes were wide as he reached the close of his explanation, and she pouted out her lower lip. "You're not the first, or the last." She murmured. She felt...terrible. He had been just as rejected as she had. As Lacross seemed to be from his family. From society. Unloved. Unwanted. And she had only served to make him feel bad.

"You're among friends. It'll be okay." She assured Jesse, who seemed to relax a little.

"Speaking of friends...where are yours?" Upon a queer expression from Sadie, he explained, "The two from the rec room. The pretty girl and the dog--thing."

Sadie instantly froze up. "His name is Lacross. Don't call him a dog." She responded coldly, "And as for Molly...I haven't the slightest..." She squinted at him, and turned to look at the hospital for a little while. He was definitely a strange one, she gave him that. But considering the circumstances, she had to forgive Jesse for it.

Jesse paced now, watching her, and looking around. The others seemed to disregard them. Closer, and closer, he inched towards her, and wrapped one arm around her shoulder. The hair on the back of Sadie's neck bristled up, and she looked up at him. Normally, she was affectionate, but there was something strange about him. "So it's just you? Not a lot of friends here, I hear."

Sadie shrugged her shoulders, easing away from him a little. "I have Lacross and Molly."

"Neither of which are here."

"They're around."

They stared at each other for a moment, before Jesse leaned in, a little too close for comfort, and smiled at her. "We can be friends, you know."

Sadie shook her head. "I should...go." She ducked out of his grasp and slowly made her way away from him.

"Your friends won't know! Quit acting like it's bad! You're not doing anything wrong. Why are you acting like I'm the weird one? Your friends with the girl who talks to herself and a feral boy, for chrissakes! He's not even here!" Jesse paused, frustrated by Sadie's refusal to go with his wants and needs. "Come on out, doggy doggy! C'mere! Be a good dog and come on out!"

Sadie glared at him, the anger starting to show on her face, a red hot blush coming to her cheeks. "He's not a dog! Stop it!"

"You mean you don't keep him around as your guard dog? To keep you all safe from the big nasty patients? What? You think you're better than me? Or any of them? They all think you're stuck up, Sadie. Little Sadie. Never smiles. Never cries. Never does anything. Just sits there in her special room because Mommy pays extra money."

Jesse was angry now, looming over her and whistling again. "Well come on! Where's your little wolf friend?! What's wrong with me? Is it because I'm not a freak?"

He was asking for a fight. He really was. Sadie trembled under his grasp, her dark eyes wide with anger and fear, squirming and yelling at him to stop. She didn't fear for her safety so much as she knew the damage that could be done. The nurses could hear them, and break up the meeting. He could start a fight. So much could go wrong and it would be her fault.

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Lacross was watching from the tall grass, watching everyone from the lonely wandering people that where in the courtyard to sadie for the sake of keeping watch on her. Normally he wouldn't care what kind of trouble people got into the most of the time; but with Sadie, to his knowledge, she had never really been out freely before. So watching to keep her safe by watching everything around wasn't too strange in his opinion.

He moved around the tall grass, move closer to sadie from people nearly treading on him from not noticing his hiding place and found something peculiar. The boy from earlier had reared his head again. He remembered giving him an angry snarl when he got to close and in part of him stepping on him in the process. Back then he got the hint from Sadie to back off and go on his way. But maybe that was because he himself was flailing under foot for him to get off. This time from where he was watching was playing out much differently.

Lacross watched as Jesse got way to close for comfort for either of them. He couldn't hear the conversation nor did he see what had happened before this, but from what he was seeing now it couldn't have started off well. Bestial rage started to bubble up into his mind, so much that he was actually physically shaking now, baring his teeth and was disparately trying to calm himself down to no help. This made him do something that he almost never did.

Stand upright.

The furs that he had on made him look more like the bear standing up right as he walked toward them. He was quiet, too quiet for anything to be right in his mind. His hood covered his face, covering eyes that glowed with anger. The calling that he could hear as he got closer fueled the fire, but he kept a seemingly calm dispossession. However, he felt something he rarely every felt before. A need for blood, a need for a fight, a need to kill the intruder. The mixing of his feral mind with the waking starting, but trying to keep it at bay for the sake of not loosing it.

Lacross was silent when he came up behind Jesse and Sadie, physcally shaking from his own hate for the boy.

"Well come on! Where's your little wolf friend?! What's wrong with me? Is it because I'm not a freak?"

"Freak...is the wrong word for you." he said once he was dangerously close to the boy. He grabbed him by the back of his neck and turned him around to look him in the eye. "She is not here for you entertainment or what ever you had in mind for her. For someone as spoiled as you are, I doubt you would understand." He said in a now growling tone and with malice dripping off his words. "I suggest you keep your distance, the blood calls and that doesn't happen quite often. Now run before my sense of mercy runs out."

His claws were at his neck, hovering and shaking as he held himself back from tearing him limb from limb. Nevermind that the feeling of his blood being spilled started to get to him, he had better things to do then be in solitary for the next 6 months.

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Sadie was sure this was going to end in the worst possible way. Why did it have to be tonight? She'd finally broken out of her shell and made her way outside, and this idiot had to happen. What the hell? Wasn't he supposed to be in solitary for assaulting a nurse? Sadie wasn't in the middle of the chaos, but she heard murmurs. The nurses tended to ramble when they were cleaning her up, the days where she just sort of stared. Her off days. She stared at Jesse, trying to read him. What made him this way? What could have possibly gone wrong in his head that he thought this was okay? She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to look at the offending boy any longer, even when she felt his hands on her. Wrong. He was cold. He was human in the worst way. The part that she could never relate to.

Then, he came out of nowhere. Lacross. She heard him before she saw him, and when she opened her eyes to turn and see him, she had to look again. He was huge. On two feet. Something she had never seen from him before. What had provoked such a strong statement? She hardly had time for her thoughts, because he grabbed Jesse, taking complete control of the situation. Sadie stumbled backwards, dark eyes wide as saucers as she watched the two. Lacross was absolutely menacing. Nothing like the gentle being she knew. Not the one she laid on the floor with and cuddled. Not the one she hid behind when she was irritated with her own feelings. No. This was different.

A threat. A heavy threat. One that, in the pit of her stomach, Sadie knew could become anything but empty. It made her uneasy, if we were being very light about it. "Lacross..." She started softly, but retracted a little. Her words caught in her throat. It was just too much. Jesse looked all but horrified, as if he finally understood the situation. His selfish, prince like attitude seemed to drain out of him like the blood out of his face, leaving him pale and pathetic. Despite his height, and his strength that he boasted about, he was nothing next to what he described as the beast.

"Okay, okay, call him off, Sadie....Sadie? Sadie!" His tone was desperate, and he turned to look at her.

"I told you I don't control him. He's of his own free will." She responded softly, shifting her uneasy gaze towards Lacross. She bit her lower lip, reaching with a shaky hand to lightly touch his arm. "He's not worth it. The meeting should be starting soon." She wasn't sure if she could get across to him, but it was worth a shot. Jesse was staring at the two as if she was speaking in tongues and he had just risen from under the ground. There was a certain streak of horror that was reserved for idiots like him.

Finally, he wrenched away, stumbling backwards to land on his backside. Jesse scrambled to his feet, staring at the two of them for a few moments. "This isn't over! You'll see!"

Sadie stiffened, stepping away from Lacross and moving towards Jesse. Her gaze shifted from fear to sheer anger. "Speak a word of this and I'll make the punishment you got for attacking that nurse look like a few days in the rec room!" She hissed. Her voice broke as she spoke, ranging from squeaky to dark to squeaky again. Dark eyes glimmered in the moonlight with a new spark of something. Possibly tears. She really wasn't sure. Sadie watched as he stumbled a few times, falling on his face. She shook her head, yanking the hood to her jacket over her head, shielding her face.

She couldn't look at Lacross. This mess was all her fault, and he had to come out and fix it. She felt so foolish it ached. Sadie quickly wiped at tears that came almost without her knowledge. It had been so long since she actually cried. But she bottled it back up, like she had spilled something horrible onto the carpet and was trying to act like it never happened. She hung her head, arms crossed tightly around herself. "That was...I'm..."

No words would fix it.

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This place was already giving Jesse a horrible impression. People here were out of their minds. He didn't belong here. He belonged with the kids in the last home he was in. Where he was cared for, and people looked up to him, where he was accepted and loved. Here, he met nothing but rejection. The girl who looked so small and alone in the courtyard, rejecting him, then opening up to him, then siccing her wolf friend on him. What kind of people lived here? Was it some cruel joke? Was there something the others hadn't told him? Was it some sort of prank? Were the two exclusive, and if they were, what did that matter? She had been so sweet, then all of a sudden got cold. The whole thing rattled his brain. Jesse scrambled rather ungracefully through the halls, cursing and murmuring to himself. He was thoroughly upset and feeling the burn of rejection. In the deepest part of him, he hadn't meant to scare her. Every girl he came across either latched to him or shoved him away. Leeches or frigid. They were supposed to be different here. And she was supposed to be one of the tame ones. But she had a monster on her side. It was beauty and the beast, despite the fact that beauty had chopped hair and a sullen face and the beast was human playing beast. It didn't make sense. A lot of things didn't click in Jesse's mind. All he knew was that he was angry and dejected.

His thoughts were interrupted when he almost tripped over something, swearing and scrambling out of the way. Something big, but low to the ground. Full of furs and an air that made him uneasy. The boy from before. Jesse swore and quickly moved away from him, his back to the wall. "Oi! I'm not bothering your stupid girlfriend! Don't rip my throat out!" He hissed defensively. Wasn't he supposed to be outside, doing whatever they did in those bizarre meetings? All he had seen of it was a bunch of mental patients in the courtyard and howling to gather. It didn't seem like much. Unless there was something he was missing, he'd rather be asleep and not in trouble for leaving his room at night. He had enough problems with the staff as it was. Why was this one moping the hallways, anyways? He'd won the fight. Jesse had run. Now he looked solemn. Like something had gone wrong. Not that Jesse gave much of a damn. Wasn't his problem. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

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Lacross didn't really notice the idiot coming his way due to the fact that he was looking at the ground while walking. The only time he noticed was when he was being tripped over, causing him to skid a bit and plant his hands and feet onto the ground. He would have just walked along, paying it no mind. Many people tripped over him from time to time, some genuinely apologetic to those who just walked by with out saying anything. He didn't mind either, but the voice made him look back.

It was the male from before. Pushed against the wall and utterly terrified. "Not my fault you know not to respect the space of others." He said in a low tone. He sat facing him at a distance, never moving his head but gave a once over with his eyes. Blonde, a little taller then himself, a little bulk on him as well. Nothing special. Nothing really threatening about him. "Besides, she's not my girlfriend. My feelings for her are nothing more then the elder brother watching over the younger sister." He gave him a look that could make even lions flinch. "Nor is she stupid and I'd like to see you apologize to her." He trotted off down the hall slowly, muttering to himself in the process.

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Jesse glared at him. Who did he think he was? All angry and beastly and protective. Like he owned the place or something. He was just another nut. Maybe he should keep his distance. But he really pissed him off. He had an attitude. Jesse was used to other patients, most, if not all, younger than him. Smaller. Little kids that did what he said and either feared or respected him enough not to say anything to the staff. It was a slap to the face when he was challenged. It was unnatural. What was this kid's problem? He glared at Lacross as he started to move onward. He would pay. Maybe he couldn't confront him on his own. But he would tear him down. He would tear all of them down if he could. There was nothing else in his life that was really worth the effort. Relationships were futile and useful for nothing but sex. Instant gratification. A reason for him to put an effort forth. Nobody else seemed to understand his mindset. Was he broken? No. They wouldn't have made the effort to take him, of all of them, if he was anything but worthy. Jesse grunted in annoyance to himself. His own thoughts made him angry.

"Apologize? What're you, my father? Screw you!" He yelled over his shoulder, then walked off. "Apologize my ass," he murmured softly to himself. What was the best way to get back at him? There were so many ways. Maybe their meetings. Exposing whatever it was they were doing outside. That would mess them up hardcore. Jesse pursed his lips, then scampered back to his room. He had a decent view of the outdoors, but couldn't really see the courtyard from there. How was he going to expose them without getting in trouble for leaving? Hell, how was he going to avoid Sadie's threat of punishment? Oh wait. She was just a crazy girl. She couldn't manage herself, how was she supposed to get him punished? It's not like she ran the place.

He'd find a way. Jesse slumped in his bed and lost himself in thought.

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Sadie lingered outside for what couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Jesse and Lacross both disappeared. This left her nobody to accompany her at the meeting. She was alone. Molly still hadn't arrived. Maybe she was sleeping this one through. Sadie didn't know. She ran her hands nervously though her hair, pacing the courtyard for a while before finally making her way back into the building. She tip-toed, trying to be as quiet as possible while moving back towards her room. It was all too much for one night. She moved quickly, but not very gracefully, trying to get back to safety as soon as possible. It didn't help that she tripped over a chair outside of one of the rooms, causing quite the noise. Sadie shot up off the floor, eyes wide and cheeks dark red as she righted herself. At least nobody saw it, or seemed to hear it. No nurses came for her yet. She pursed her lips, moving forward again. Maybe it would go smoothly. She could get into her room and go to bed and pretend none of this even happened.

Bam! She slammed into a solid body, letting out an audible squeak. "I-I'm--" She cut off, realizing it wasn't an orderly. It wasn't a nurse, and it wasn't the Matryum. It was Jesse. Sadie recoiled, scrambling to her feet. "Aren't you supposed to be in your room?"

Jesse shrugged his shoulders, as if it was a casual meeting. "Aren't you?" This earned a sharp, bitter glare from her. Sadie stuck her chin up, only to feel rough hands grab it. "Easy, princess."

Her response never came, as a nurse approached the two of them. She had brought two of the interns with her, who promptly diffused the situation, grabbing Jesse and taking him to his room, and doing the same with Sadie. It was her first offense, and a mild one at that. She'd hardly done anything wrong, so it wasn't noted beyond the nurse telling her to leave it be. Jesse was back in his room, steaming. Every time. She was always being rescued by some self righteous prick. She never said no, she never stood up for herself. And even if she did say no, she never gave him a good enough reason why not. Jesse fumed. She was infuriating. He didn't even want much to do with her. He wanted her pretty friend. The one with the hair that she couldn't seem to keep track of. Jesse hadn't thought to try and find her after re-entering the building. But it didn't matter. He would find her in daylight, where it was okay for them to be wandering the halls.

He waited for the longest time. Seething. There was no keeping him locked up. So he wandered. Out of the room, away from the nurses, away from the other patient's rooms. There was a very faint, strange smell in the air. He stopped to look outside, to see maybe if the patients had started a bonfire in the courtyard. Nothing. Odd. He frowned, but continued onward. To parts of the hospital long forbidden and forgotten. Wood, tarp, nails everywhere. He was alone to think. But the scent was stronger. Strange. He paced through the hallway, muttering to himself. The weird smell was still way off. He wandered through the hall, but found nothing. Just empty rooms. It seemed to be going over his head. Literally. How the hell was anyone up there?

The whole thing didn't make sense. Jesse growled, and leaned against one of the piles of wood, disgruntled.

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Jesse nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard something moving in the corridor above him. Animals? People? Who would be up there? He ducked behind a few panels of wood and peered out only enough to see a large form hop down from above him. Who was that? What was that? Whatever it was, it carried the smell that had led him here. It reeked. Jesse turned up his nose. It smelled of woods and bizarre things and incense. It bothered him. Made him gag a little. He was used to the clean smell of the hospital, the crisp whiteness of it. Not this. Not the messy, animalistic people that he seemed to bump into way too much. Jesse was used to having control, everything being in its proper place, and not having to make an effort to get what he wanted.

He kept his distance, but started to creep after the large form. It was on all fours, leading him to believe that it was either a large animal or Lacross. Seeing as it was sort of heading away from him, rather than turning and attacking him, it was probably the latter. Him again. Jesse snarled in disgust. "Hey!" He called, his voice breaking the peace like shrieking nails on a chalkboard. "What the hell were you doing up there? Voodoo? Stalking from the window?!" He now had a location. A safe place that he wasn't supposed to know about. He was doing something up there, Jesse just didn't know what. But he could ruin it if given the chance. Sadie had something to use against him, but now he had something to use against Lacross. All was fair in war. Because there was no love to be had.

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The peace that was broken startled Lacross, making him turn around and snarl at whoever was calling him out. The male again, the one who had attacked Sadie. The question of what he was doing in the hallway above made him start smiling. If anything, there was no way that this one could ever reach it since it was quite a jump to get to it for someone like him, but question always made him laugh a little. "Voodoo? Now that depends on which one you're talking about." He said plainly. There was no smile on his face. The hint of malice crossed his face as he looked at him. Something was up, and he didn't like it. The scent of the herbs that he had burned was still on him, he was sure that jesse could smell them, but never-mind the fact that this male was a threat.

Control was something that Lacross liked from time to time, the acknowledgement that he was human even though he didn't feel it every most of the time. However, he would say that he was a being of Discord. Mentally and physically. Mentally, the strife that happened between the human and animal side of himself fought for control causing the change in demeanor throughout the say. Physically from the fact that he could be said to look like a prince if he cleaned himself up and was still comfortable in luxury when he had it. It wasn't of his own control, but verity was the spice of life.

Lacross laid like a sphinx some distance away from Jesse and gave him a dark glare. "The better question is, what are you doing here?" He said in a cold tone. He didn't like his presence here and would rather him leave then have his blood call to him again. If anything, there was a good chance that if it did, Sadie wasn't here to stop him.

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Jesse glared at him. What was with him and his ego? Did he think he was invincible? All animal and furs and just a scary thing to look at. Yet he had friends, and had people that protected him. Not many, but more than what Jesse had, being new to the hospital. It wasn't right. This guy was a freak, and had more than he did. He was able to get the strange people to be kind to him. To accept him. He had enemies, but he had the strange girls trusting him. Jesse was annoyed. Why was he smiling like that? It made him uneasy. That was the smile of a true freak. He glared at Lacross, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. It wasn't going to end this way. He would get what he wanted. "Don't play games with me! I know you're doing some freaky shit up there!" He responded, a shrill part coming to his voice as he started to pace back and forth, not terribly keen on getting close to the other male.

Why was he here? Jesse frowned, watching Lacross start to lay in a strange position. Why couldn't he sit like a normal person? Oh wait, he wasn't normal, or a person. Jesse snickered at the thought, then rolled his eyes. "I don't answer to dogs. What I'm doing is my business. I'm not bothering anyone, mister white knight, so why don't you head back to your stupid meetings. Little kids thinking they're rebellious running around the courtyard!" He snapped, raising his hands in irritation. But he calmed, remembering what he had. "But now, you see, you're not king of the mountain anymore. I know damn well you're not supposed to be out here." A sinister smirk. The childish, 'I'm gonna tell on you,' bit.

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What Jesse thought was a smile on Lacross's face was a teeth baring snarl. He didn't like the fact that he was being questioned by someone who really should be anywhere near anyone on any sort of basis, friendly or not. He was arrogant in his eyes. Annoying as well. Lacross thought to himself. Discord may be in his own blood, but this one was one of decit and lies.

"Games are not what I play here. Your accusations are as false as your sense of entitlement." Lacross said in a cold manner. "I've done nothing to you personally, so why do you feel the need to bother me and root me out?" It was a reasonable question. He had never done any physical harm to him and never intended to. Granted that was only the case if jesse never snooped into his personal effects and stalked Sadie to very uncomfortable extremes. "And who said I was king? King of something out of my own control. I would rather have everyone go about their way so long as they left me alone." He avoided the notion of him being here and smelling like a bonfire. This place was is own personal paradise away from his his own home. What happened to him if it was disturbed in anyway, or gods forbid destroyed was something he didn't want to think about.

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Jesse's whole body stiffened with annoyance. Why was he dancing around the question? Why did he act all innocent, like he had no idea how much of a nuisance he had been? He made a small noise of irritation, clenching his hands into tight fists. "You've done nothing to me but get in my way! You're a pain! I can't breathe in this place without somebody trying to tell me what to do! Yet you, you get to do whatever you want. Prancing around in the courtyard and swooping in like you own the place. All hiding up there with your strange smells and god knows what up there!" He snapped, eyes wild and enraged. Jesse had a child's temper. It was wild and ruthless, but didn't carry much weight beyond immature accusations and rage.

"You stalk around here, despite the fact that the rest of the patients think you're a freak, and act like you can tell me what to do. Who I can talk to. You think you're staff or something, when you can barely walk on two legs! I can destroy everything you care about! But you act like you're higher than me! You don't know who I am, and you don't know what I can do!" His face was red in the slight moonlight, his body shaking with unjustified anger. "Don't think you scare me! Now tell me what you were doing up there!"

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Lacross couldn't help but chuckle a little at the outburst. He started to see the inner workings of the this male. Immature, and entitled. Much like a cousin he knew on the outside of this place. "I do not own this place as you say. That is the cursed mayturum. The reason that I can do what I please, as you say, is that they can never catch me nor can they bring me down until I am unconsous and even then I've been told that I've been hard to bring down." His voice was low, almost in a warning sort of tone.

"And frankly I don't care what the other patients think, I've almost always been on my own. The way I walk is my own business and the way you say it makes me think you bluff. I am higher then no one here. I do not care who you are nor do I care about what you say you could do. So what makes you think you could force me to tell you what I do here. Maybe I just want peace and quiet to clear my mind. Maybe I could have just been passing through. What gives you the right to know?"

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Jesse glared at him. All high and mighty. He could speak like he was educated, but refused to act like a human being half the time. What was wrong with this kid? Did he think he was special or something? Playing dog all day only to try and fabricate a solid argument when threatened? Who did he think he was? Jesse swore darkly to himself in anger. Enough was enough. He was full of it, and Jesse was tired of listening to it. He was an idiot, at best, an idiot who thought he was higher than he was, and denied it. "What is wrong with you, huh? Do you think you're cool? You're not. Knock it off. Pick a side. You walk like a beast but talk like you're so sophisticated. Pick a side!" He yelled, finally advancing towards him.

"I don't have to deal with you. You're not my problem. In fact, I can take you down without touching you. You're fucking weird." He swore heavily, moving in Lacross' direction, but moving to the side to avoid actually colliding with him. "I will do what I want, you go ahead and pretend you can stop me, and if you get in my way again, I'll burn that damn sanctuary of yours to the ground. Or maybe, I'll just tell the nurses about it and have the entire ward blocked off. They might not be able to constrain you but they can block it off." He glared at Lacross as he passed, bitterness present in his voice and the way he walked. Immaturity. Anger. He was never properly raised to handle jealousy and anger.

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Lacross snarled at him. He was sick of the male's high and mighty demeanor. It was all crap and it was making his rage worse then need be. In all honesty, it was the same crap that he had been told back home before being forced into this place. 'You can't be human and act like an animal.' 'If you're so well-read, then why live in the woods?' 'what are you? Some kind of freak?' All things said to him that made his blood boil. The arrogance of some people.

"And You will be hunted to the ends of the earth until your skins grace the floors of my den." He said with a cold and deadly serious tone. He was not one to yell, but always got his point across. He trotted off out of the abandoned part of the asylum toward the residential rooms. Sooner or later, he would have to tell Sadie about Molly's passing. He had time before the meeting started anyway, he just wondered how she would take it.

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Jesse could have slapped him. But he didn't. Instead, he sauntered back to his room. He was insane. He knew better than to provoke Lacross any further, not without backup. Not without someone to protect him. The last thing he needed was that beast to tear him limb from limb. Then he would have no chance to get at what he wanted. Instead, he quickly snuck back to his room, annoyed and fully of jealousy. It wasn't right. He didn't want to deal with this freak. But he was getting in the way of everything. Jesse wanted power. And Lacross, in his mind, was in the way of it. He would tear him down if he got in the way again.

Sleep didn't want to come to Sadie. She stared out the window, watching the occasional car whiz by. Her room was positioned in such a way that she could see incoming patients and outgoing doctors. She could see the road. The vague lighting from the traffic lights down the road. If it snowed, she saw the trucks come through to plow it. She was exhausted, but something kept her awake. Something nagged at her. She didn't want to be alone. She wasn't sure what she wanted beyond that. Sadie moaned and clutched at her head, sinking down onto her bed. Maybe a sleeping pill wouldn't hurt. A nurse had escorted her back and handed her a pill, but Sadie hadn't taken it. She clenched her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut. What did it matter? She had utterly messed up her one chance to make friends. And even gained an enemy.

She partially wondered what was going on in the meeting. If everything was okay down there. But her head buzzed, and she sunk further into herself. Everything hurt. Maybe this was why she blocked it all out. Better to feel nothing than to hurt all the time. Right? She wasn't sure at this point. Sadie wanted to go back a few years and re-live life before she fell apart. But everyone knew that would never happen.

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Lacross curled himself up in his furs and Sadie's covers and tucked his arms under him like a cat relaxing on someone's couch. "Are you still feeling alright?" He asked calmly as he flipped the hood from off his face. He didn't normally wander into other people's rooms out of no reason unless they where family or something, but this was a special case for him. 1. He wasn't sure if jesse knew where this room was. Then again, he probably would have tried it already. 2. He wanted to see if sadie was even alive let alone well after running off in tears and fear.

(didn't mean to put jesse there)

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(Not sure this will work. -.- this is like the 100th time i've tried to do this but my dad just did something clever with the internet and downloaded something on the comp so he said i could try to see if it worked.)
Svean gasped for breath. Even though he hadn't been locked up long he was still exhausted and woozy. He ran towards the gathering location and stood in front of the crowd. Everyone seemed to be there except for a few people thought to be spy's of Maytrum.
"I guess they didn't think it was necessary to come." Mary informed him. He nodded and approached the wall they used as a stage and climbed it clearing his throat.
"Hello Fellow Poets!" He called as loud as he could. "As you know Maytrum has thought to have taken our leader. Though most of you don't know this I'm going to tell you this is not true." he said and Mary gaped at him.
"Svean what are you doing?" she hissed but he ignored her.
"I lead the DPS. I always have and if it was possible, always will. I hated other people being trapped under Maytrums rule." he spotted Lacross and Sadie in the crowd and some other guy he didn't really know, but no Molly. Where is she? he thought but continued. "But now Maytrum has gone to far. To capture me when I was thought to be an ordinary member she drugged me and beat me." murmurs broke out through the crowd. "But I tell you now, it ends here." he looked at the grinning members. "No longer will we be repressed with her sickening therapy. I will not stand for anymore of this treatment. Now one of my own members has given up his freedom so as to continue this Society!" they began to get in the swing of his speech. "I will not stand anymore! Who says we can't be happy? Who says we can't escape here?! Why should we suffer in silence while the dogs of Maytrum will roam the streets again? I wont allow this! Maytrum has gone too far! We need to rise up and rebel against her!" there were cheers but he held up his hand for silence. "But we can't do it in one surge. We need to plan it. Have it on the weekend, when the staff lessens. Not now." the crowd seemed to nod in understanding. "We must also have a way to contact the police before Maytrum, so they know who's side to be on!" Everyone in the crowd nodded.
"I'm open for suggestions to how to do this but for now our main concern is how to get rid of the staff. For now we'll meet by the abandon well tomorrow night. Think of ways to fuel our rebellion!" he said and everyone howled. "Now, i wont take you from your therapy so you may read your poems now." everyone howled again and started to get up to read. He leapt off the wall and walked over to Sadie and Lacross.
"Are you guys up for a little trouble?"