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Svean Marcia

"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?

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

Description

Name:Svean Marcia

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Reason for breakdown: No one is quite sure why Svean is in the institute. He refuses to tell anyone anything about himself besides his name age and a few other things. Some people think he suffers from Multi-personality disorder but then they realize he must have something simple like too much stress. Every once in a while he had a fit of some sort fit but he reveals it's an act to keep him in the institute. Very mysterious.

Appearance: Silver hair and brown eyes he dresses nicely for the institutes 'school' but outside class he wears the typical bad boy clothes, jeans a t-shirt, and a leather jacket, a skater cap and a head band. Svean is 'HIM' and recruits all the trustworthy newbies to the DPS. He is naturally the leader and helps everyone. Even though he wants to get everyone else out he doesn't seem to have a desire to escape himself.

Likes: Pretty girls, breaking the rules, helping others, music with a strong beat, video games, and poetry

Dislikes: the Matryum, rules that don't make sense, power figures, helplessness, crappy music that has no beat or rhythm.

Habits: Adding 'love' when addressing girls and 'kid when addressing boys, tapping his foot to the beat, and talking back.

History:Svean doesn't say much about his past except that he broke down when he was in a movie theater with his sister. there are scars on his wrists and some on his back that he wont talk about and he loves to make a joke about how funny life is. He started the DPS a few years back and ever since the Matryum has been trying to get people inside the society to try and figure out who the leader is but she can't even get anyone inside. Svean changes the location of the society meeting every night so you have to go to every meeting to be in it otherwise you don't know where to go. This is to make sure Matryum can't take out one place and they don't have anywhere else to go.

Theme song: Take to the Sky, owl city

So begins...

Svean Marcia's Story

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Molly slowly uncovered her ears and opened her eyes at Svean's voice. It was kind. Not harsh and judgemental, like she had expected. And everyone was cheering. Molly's tears came in the form of joy now. She glowed at Svean's praise. It was like cool water on a thirsty man's tongue. She had never been able to read her poems aloud to anyone before. She had been forced to keep them to herself, bottling them up inside of her painfully until now. And now they got approval from people like her. People who wanted to be whole. It was wonderful. She clapped and cheered happily for the stuttering kid along with the others. This was what she had always wanted. It was funny that she found it here, among people who regular society considered to be "dangerous." This was where she belonged. This was home.

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Molly nodded. She wouldn't breathe a word of this sacred place into the unworthy asylum. 'Asylum.' she thought. 'Safety. Refuge. In the Latin. How ironic.' It wasn't the asylum, or the "place of safety" that was safe. It was this place. This was the real asylum for the mentally ill. "I would love that." she replied to Svean. She liked him. Even loved him, but not in a romantic sense. He looked at her in an odd way. Like he saw something in her that others didn't. It made her feel normal.

She was about to say something to this effect but as she opened her mouth, the next kid finished and everyone howled and cheered for him, drowning Molly's voice out. She closed her mouth and looked disappointed. Now she didn't want to say it. It wouldn't sound right. And The Form took this moment of unhappiness in this sea of happiness to strike. I'll say it for you. It'll be nice and direct. Then, with a cruel laugh, it slipped slowly into her consciousness like a slime. "No!" she whispered intensely. "No, I can manage on my own!" It laughed again. Now we both know that's wrong. And then the Molly that was there before was gone. The one who could express eloquently and regularly was shoved to the back of her own mind and the Form took over, commanding her and fuzzing up her intelligence. She got up and walked closer to Svean. Then, resting her head on his shoulder, she played with his hair, giggling. "And the mercury comes running down the mountain." she said. Then, suddenly serious, "There's too much snow on the roof. Your brains are in terrible danger."

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She laughed lightly. "You talk about colors, I talk about sounds and chains." Then when he asked if Molly was safe she was serious again. "You're talking to me. I just can't hear you. I have to do what it tells me, or there will be consequences."

Molly raged against the Form, trying to gain control of herself again. But there were chains across her, holding her down. She couldn't get to the top of the water, and she was doing whatever the Form told her to to get there. None of it made sense. She reached out and grabbed for a handhold, something to keep her in reality.

She grabbed Svean's shoulder and gripped it tightly. "All the false input results in polluted output. You have to understand, don't you?"

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Molly watched herself in sadness as her actions seemed to anger Svean. She jerked back her arm, releasing her grip on his shoulder. Why couldn't she say what she wanted anymore? Well, she knew why. She was always like this. That period of lucidity was a rare thing. Before she knew it, she was talking again. Trying to communicate when she knew she couldn't. "I protect myself. Keep myself safe inside this wall. I don't hurt myself." She listened to herself babble, frustrated that the words she wanted were not coming. So she just left, walking swiftly away with tears in her eyes until she tripped over something. She fell to the floor, scrambling for balance, but gaining none. When she hit the ground, she looked back to see what she had tripped on. It was Lacross laying on a stone. "I'm sorry. I was cutting grain but the scythe came back and hit me instead." Again, nonsense. She curled up and began to cry. What else was there to do?

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In the cloud of thoughts and daydreams that Lacross had when ever he was on the deceive side, he failed to notice that someone else was coming and was in the way. Then again, from where he was and the line of sight from the back of the cave to the light filled front; one could assume that he was either a heap of fur or a sleeping animal.

He made a loud, barking kind of noise when he felt himself being tripped over. For a moment, he was about to ask the person that if they would be careful. However, he saw a familiar face. "What causes you such sorrow, little one?" He asked once seeing that it was Molly. He stood on all fours and paced around her, his eyes seen through the eyes in the wolf head hood. "Something has befallen you? The scyilla or the song of a siren? Or maybe the maddening eye of a gorgon, no?" He said, trying to get some sort of response from her. Even if it was going to be nonsense.

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Molly nodded, taking Lacross's hand and running down the corridor. She finally stopped in front of her door. "Door number one or door number two?" she said, laughing. Then she let go of Lacross's hand. "Two by two they went astray, One by one they walked away." she said solemnly. Then she opened her door and walked in, closing it behind her. "And then there were none." she said to herself sadly. The meeting had gone both wonderfully and horribly. She would never be able to face Svean again. She was too embarrassed. But, thinking on it, she couldn't live without him. She had come to revere him or love him in some insane way, and she just couldn't do without him. There was only one thing to do. But she didn't have the courage to do it. So she went over to her bed and lay down, contemplating suicide. What other choice did she have before her? She would have to find out some way to do it. Strangulation, maybe? Her pillow case would work for that. But she couldn't do it yet. Not yet. She wanted to see her father first. Maybe she would put in a request for him in the morning.

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Svean darted away from the hand of another catcher. He gave a menacing howl and lunged at them. Their arms flew up but he dropped at the last second and slid under them. Catch me if you can! he thought and gave another howl darting around the corner. Groping hands awaited him.
"Caught you now, Filthy poet!" screeched a familiar voice. "Don't try and escape from me!" Svean gave a grin, hiding his eyes.
"You can't catch me, dog." he growled back, his voice completely different. he knew who it was. Allison. He kicked her right in the shins and she let go, screeching again. He darted out of the way and dashed down the hallway.

About an hour later it was safe to go back to his room. Sighing with relief Svean headed back, silent and invisible. Finally he reached it collapsing on his bed. I hope Molly and Lacross got back okay. He thought when something closed over his mouth. he opened his mouth to scream but was unable to with the cloth filling a strange smell in his nose. He slowly slipped into unconsciousness. Crap . . . he thought as his eyelids grew heavy. I have to make sure Molly is . . . but he couldn't finish because he was no longer awake.

"Are you sure Svean was involved, Ally?" Maytrum asked glancing at her best pupil.
"I caught him. I wouldn't have known it was him if he hadn't grinned at me. I'm positive he was apart of it."
"Well, we'll have to put him in a therapist interrogation then." she said cooly. Ally looked shocked.
"But Maytrum! Isn't that a bit . . . extreme?" she said timidly.
"Don't you want to get rid of that infernal club?" she said cold as ice.
"I do but . . ." she looked at Svean worried. "I guess it's for the best." she muttered and Maytrum smiled.
"Good girl." something pierced Ally with those words. It hadn't sounded like Maytrum wanted to say girl. It sounded like she wanted to say 'Dog'.

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Svean awoke to find he was strapped on a table. It wasn't a table in the lunch room but a kind of surgical table. He lifted his head groggily. His eyes were having difficulty staying open and he could see a figure across the room.
"Whoz 'ere?" he slurred. His head pounded from the colors. "Molly? Lacross? Anyone? What happened? Where am I?" he asked, every question clearing his head a little at a time. Finally he could see and he recognized Ally. "Ally? What happened? What's going on?" she looked away from him, out of shame. "What did you do?" he asked suddenly mad. "Did you hurt someone?"
"Shut up Svean. You lied. You said you would never join the society." she growled but still she looked ashamed.
"I didn't!" he cried. "I snuck out of my room and-"
"And decided to play the part of a society member?" she shouted at him, now furious. "You howled right in my face! Did you think I wouldn't recognize you because you wore a stolen sweater?" she accused and he reeled back.
"What are you talking about? I just snuck out!" he insisted, "You have to let me go! I have to check on someone!"
"I . . ." she bit her lip to stop it from trembling. "I'm sure it was you!"
"How sure? 50? 70 percent?" he asked glaring, "You accused me because you were mad I was hanging out with other girls!" he declared and she blushed,
"No . . . It was you . . ."
"You saw it as me because you wanted to be!" he insisted again, "But I swear on my life it wasn't me." he said and she frowned.
"What if you die?" she whispered,
"It wasn't me Ally!" he shouted again and she started crying.
"Maytrum promised me freedom if i could bring someone from the society to her." she whispered.
"Well I hope you feel good about your new found freedom." he snorted, "Don't feel guilty or anything." she turned to leave but stopped.
"I'll . . . I'll see what I can do." she said almost inaudible. Svean opened his mouth to say thanks but something hit him over the head and he was out cold again.


*In the lunchroom*
Maytrum cleared her throat on the speaker.
"We have recently caught another member from the society." she said "Svean Marcia was caught last night returning from a meeting and will be put in solitary confinement for the next month or more if he does not cooperate with staff." Crow choked on his food and looked at Mary who had frozen at her food. the two of them alone knew Svean was the leader of the group, the others just saw him as a member. "If anyone has any information about other members of the dead poet society please contact a faculty member immediately." Maytrum said and signed off. Crow laughed and smiled with his peers, most of whom were Maytrum pawns. The others were society members. he could see the fear in Mary's eyes even as she laughed and he gave her a comforting wink.
The kind that made people think he had a plan.

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Character Portrait: Lacross Cromwell Character Portrait: Molly McMann Character Portrait: Svean Marcia Character Portrait: Sadie Blarke
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Lacross caught a glimpse of someone out in the hall as he laid low to the ground, some he had recognized from one of the meeting but had never talked to personally. The announcement of Svean's capture must have gotten to her by the look on her face. He assumed long time members of the society had a reaction to the news. He kept in mind that the first month of his residency here, he was put into solitary almost imideiently (but not before nearly mauling another inmate for getting close to him. The other was being hostile, he had no choice), and was released for reasons unknown to him. He assumed that since he was quiet for the last few days before, he should be allowed out among the general public.

He slid the paper over to his view, seeing as Sadie was frustrated with it. He tilted his head to the side. A haze on the paper, maybe reflecting her own mood, or lack there of. He left it alone, not wanting to cause anymore pain. However, the minute he laid his head on his hands to try and relax, he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

One of the inmates who had been calling him out was now crawling toward him. Not in the way Lacross walked, but on his hands and knees in an attempt to mimic and mock him. He didn't understand what he was talking about, something along the lines of insult and annoyance. He turned away from him in an attempt to ignore him, but just as he was about to drift off to daydream he did something that was known to set him off and all the other inmates in the room knew it.

Lacross felt a tug on the back of his hair and snapped back to humanity, but a more maddened version of it. Others in the room backed up, causing the inmate confusion before finding a hand on his throat. "What is it that you do not know about curtosy in front of a lady?" He said, malice dripping off his words. The inmate squirmed in his grip as Lacross stood, dragging him away from Sadie and Molly and out into the hallway. The nurse was visibly to afraid to do anything but watch as Lacross dragged the inmate into the hall. What sounded from there sounded like a struggle on both sides, a scream of pain on the inmate's side as a roar rang out and then a thud. Lacross came back into the door way, mouth and finger tips bloody (his nails pretty much dripping). He turned to the nurse. "He's not dead, but he'll need attention." He said calmly, walking over to the sink to wash off the blood. He made his way back over to Sadie and laid back in the position was was in earlier, knowing that he wouldn't be bothered for a while.

((Didn't mean to put svean in the characters listed. >.>' I wouldn't mind joining the boarding school one though.))

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[Welcome back! I'm shifting Sadie so everything makes sense. xD]

Sadie watched as Lacross left her in the room. She was alone again. She let out a heavy sigh, running her hand nervously through her hair. Maybe it wasn't a good time to be alone. He was already far gone when she made her way to the door, peering out. It would be the second time she snuck out that night, but maybe it would calm her buzzing nerves. Sadie yanked on a hoodie over her nightgown, slipping on a pair of her ballet flats and scampering out of her room. This time she was going to stick around. This time she would get past the nurses and hopefully Jesse. It took her quite a bit of time to reach the meeting. By the time she made it to the courtyard, it was over. Either way, she missed the basis of the meeting. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, searching for a familiar sign of life. Lacross. He was hard to miss, being so different from the others. Sadie scampered to his side, not offering any sort of explanation for her presence. There wasn't time, because Svean approached them, talking about trouble.

"Trouble?" She asked tiredly, raising her eyebrows at him and reaching to shove her hair away from her face. What a nuisance. Everyone seemed riled up. She had missed something vital. Where they planning a riot of some sort? An escape? Sadie stared at Svean, contemplating the night's events. It was all so much. Molly was dead. Jesse was a threat. She had cried in front of the others. "Are we going something big?" She asked, reaching and pulling her sweater closer around her. It wasn't so much the chill in the air as much as her nerves. She was stressed out. There was only so much could take in one night. But being around the others soothed her. The atmosphere was excited and buzzing, but still a place of peace. Now that it was started, nothing could get her. Jesse was hopefully locked in his room, and she could get some peace for a while. Even amongst the talk of rebellion.

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Lacross could feel the buzz of life at the talk of rebellion. War was coming to the asylum, and at this point it was worth it. In the short time he had been here, he had been pushed to the very edge of his sanity and to see this place fall was something that he had dreamed in this short time. However there was the sad news to bring up again. He looked other Sadie and trotted over to her. "The Rebellion has begun. this place will fall." He said watching the crowd cheer. He watched Svean walk over to him and stood upright once more. Not in an act of war, but in solemn mourning.

"Trouble is one thing, but I have something to tell you if you will follow me." he said walking away from the cheering crowd signaling Svean to follow.

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Svean stared at him. His words seemed to come out slowly. Molly? Dead? He felt his entire stomach turn over. This place has done so much damage people even DIE? He felt sick. He felt horrified. He squatted and started to dry heave.
"That can't be true. She's . . . I mean . . ." He wasn't sure what to add on to that. "Thanks for telling me Lacross. It may be hard to hear but it's worse to tell." He didn't stand though. His legs didn't have the force. Did she get the easy way out? He thought but shook his head. Suicide is never an option. The only way that really gets you out is to get better. He closed his eyes and stood.
"Let's go. We have a rebellion to plan." he smiled though his eyes were starting to rain. Crying wasn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign that you're better than your enemy and have something you care for.
Always.

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Lacross nodded, folding the hood over his head. "May the Elysian Fields be her home in the after life. She was too good for this place." He said to himself as he wandered toward the crowd again. He started to mutter to himself as he walked, as if walking to a rhythm of some sort. The talking around him masked what he was saying...or rather chanting.

Silva in lumine...

Lunae arcana est...

Domus mea....

Silva in lumine...

Stellarum est...


He sang to himself in the moonlit night. Ingnoring the others and looking up the moon, letting his gray eyes glow in mourning. But also in anger. "The rebellion has begun and this place will fall at the hands of the broken. We have suffered one loss, but no other shall fall to this hell."

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Svean was too busy for the next few days to actually see Lacross or Sadie. He had been making plans with Mary and other long time members. First they had to figure out the schedules of all the nurses, that wasn't to hard, most people knew the schedules so they could sneak out. After that it was a matter of confinement and security. Svean closed his eyes when he finally had some free time. It's just a matter of time. He thought. Most everything was smoothed out. Most everything was ready. It just needed to be given the signal. Svean turned the corner to see Lacross on the ground. Svean squinted at the writhing boy.
"Lacross? Are you okay?" he called warily. He approached him cautiously. He seemed to be trying to crawl towards the dormitories. "Do you want me to help you?" Lacross didn't seem to hear his soft dry voice and Svean nodded. He needs help. Svean thought and started to approach the beast boy.
"I'm gonna help you to your room." he muttered, hoping it was loud enough for Lacross to hear him as he went to the side of the seething beast boy. He picked up an arm and wrapped it around his neck.
"Don't you dare let go on me! It was bad enough with Molly." he growled, "I can't lose you too."

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Lacross nearly snatched away from the person picking his arm up and wrapping it around their neck, but only relaxed as much as he could once realizing that it was an ally. "Svean..." He said, but sounded more like the pained growl of a wounded beast. He could only walk so much in his transition from his human mind to the savagery that befell him in the early morning hours.

"I'm...not..dying..." He managed to force out before the beast took that away from him as well. The hand that was around svean's neck started to dig in the furred sleeve and dug around for something. He was snarling slightly, as if trying to hold himself back from attacking his aid, and produced a small, folded piece of paper and stuck it in his shirt.

Lacross shivered and shook with every step, every now and again nearly tumbling over his own feet in an effort to get to his room. He pointed to the furthest door on the hall, the most out of the way room in the wing and heaved again. It was getting worse, the beast trying to force itself free from the bonds that lacross tried to set in place. He was loosing the battle, he just hoped he wouldn't loose the war before he got to his room.

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Jesse raised his eyebrows at her, then shrugged. Whatever. She was just as much of a mess as anyone here, but at least she could hold a conversation...and his interests. He nodded a little, shoving his hands into his pockets. Leland seemed semi-interested in what he wanted Lacross out of the way for, but instead of giving her a full answer, he shrugged. "He's way too protective of this girl. All I want to do is get to know her, but he tries to bite my head off whenever I get too close. It's really annoying. He struts around like he owns the place, like he can tell people who they can and can't be friends with. In context, it was so much darker than that. But Jesse had some charm that only a serial killer could carry...though he hadn't killed anyone in his lifetime. Not yet, anyways. His plans seemed so innocent, but his intentions were horrible.

She seemed to tire of him, and requested that he lead her to her room. "Gladly. Come on." He stuck his chin up in the general direction of that specific hall, and started walking. He kept his pace so he was beside her, not in front of her, but not behind her. He refused to show dominance nor submission to her, and decided to try and keep her on an even playing field. She confused and challenged him.

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All was wrong. Sadie had been refusing her meds, had strayed from her friends, and generally was being withdrawn and miserable. The nurses wouldn't be able to find her for hours at a time. It was dark in the hallways. Patients stumbled, she mumbled to herself, and just sort of ignored anything around her. Her temper was on the edge, and she wasn't terrible happy about the oncoming events. Her mother was due later in the day, probably around lunch time. Nobody could properly track her long enough to medicate her, and she generally wanted to be left alone. Passing Jesse and the tall girl a few times, she nervously paced the halls, like a caged animal. Her dark eyes were sullen and downcast as she walked. Her hands were wrung in front of her, her bare feet slapping against the linoleum floors. Her dark stares were shot at Jesse when she passed him a last time, before heading back towards her own room.

There were noises as she headed back towards her room. Animalistic, angry noises. Lacross. Her sullen gaze lifted to see Svean trying to drag him to his room. A mixture of concern and agitation swept through her. She wanted to help, but at the time, her mind was so clouded with anger and lack of sleep, that she would be no help to him. She sighed heavily, wrapping her arms around herself. She hummed softly as she pressed herself to the wall across from them, sadly gazing at Lacross as he struggled towards his room. Getting in his way when he was barely capable of speech was not a smart decision. "Don't get in his face once you get in there. Unless you want to lose your face." She warned Svean firmly, her gentle voice layered with a grim air.

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Svean continued the struggle through the pain. His entire body began to ache as he finally got open the door.
"Is there anything?" he whispered tiredly to Sadie, "Would anything help?" he didn't wait for an answer and somehow opened the door to Lacross' room.

he started to pet the beast boy's head, like he'd seen Sadie do, and started to hum instead of talk. Svean had never owned an animal before he got sent here-he could never convince his parents to get him one- but he did remember watching a documentary about wild animals and how to keep them calm. Constant noise. It makes them less wary of you and lets them know where you are. No sudden movements. allows them to relax and hopefully calm down. But of course, a wild animal would take weeks of training with in order to get it to take commands, Svean was trying to befriend Lacross' animal side in a matter of minutes.

He felt himself starting to hyperventilate as he got Lacross onto the bed. Should I leave him or should I try to get him back to . . . Lacross? Svean looked over the beast boy. It would be very dangerous to stay once the final strands tore away from his mind, but there was also a slim chance of keeping Lacross teathered. Stay by the door and run if anything seems to be going wrong. He decided to himself and started to slide away from the bed while still humming. He could tell he was bleeding but didn't dare look down to check his wounds. He started humming to a strange lullaby tune, hand on the door knob for safety.

Please, Svean thought as he watched the beast boy, Please let this work.

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He was finally in his room, but time was still short. The animal in him wanted blood, wanted freedom from this place. But even then, Svean wouldn't leave him. He knew very well that he was on the last tread that kept him sane and less dangerous than he usually would be while he was still in control. Lacross pointed to svean's shirt, trying to get his attention away from him and onto the note that was stuck on the back of his shirt. He had a pleading look on his face, as if saying 'leave me for your own safety'. Lacross crawled over to him and started to nudge him toward the outside of the door and shaking his shirt to loosen the note in his shirt, knowing his time was nearly up and moved to a back corner.

He suddenly dropped to the floor, as if passed out right there for no reason. His hand twitched, and a low growl as he started to rise slowly as if he was just woken up by the sun's light in his face. He had given in to the beast, to rest while his own instinct and rage ran wild, but this side of him seemed groggy now. Groggy as if it had had to fight to rise to the surface, but it was not happy to see svean in his space at all. The low growl became loud and threatening, as if saying "get out" and gave a short lunge at him as a warning. This was not the lacross that had solumnly given him the news of Molly's passing. This was not the boy that showed the clearly broken kindness that sadie and other's knew. This was a different side of him, a side that he had hoped no one had to face. To face this, as he would say, was to face destruction itself.

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Sadie frowned as she watched the interaction. Even though painfully slow, Svean succeeded in getting Lacross into his room. But something in her stirred and caused anxiety to race through her blood. This wasn't the Lacross she knew. Even when angry, he was never like this. This wasn't the sweet one who shielded her from Jesse and understood her mixed feelings. This was a beast. One that was upset, anxious, and seemingly dangerous. She watched with a tight expression on her face, not keen on getting involved. She watched as Svean touched him, hummed to him, and tried to calm him. She shook her head desperately, like a patron screaming at the person in the horror movie to run! Just run! She said nothing until she heard this dark, beastial growl. No. No no no.

Finally, she moved from her near concrete position against the wall and scrambled to Svean's side, grabbing him roughly by the arm. She was small but insistent. "Come on, get out of here, there's nothing we can do," she hissed, dark eyes wide and concerned. Lacross was scaring her. She didn't know him right now. This wasn't Lacross, this was the beast that she feared still lingered under even his sweetest words. This was the other side to the puppy like demeanor that she had grown to adore.

"Please, Svean. Listen to me. He's not himself and I don't think there's anything we can do," her hands shook as she tugged at him. Big brown eyes shifted to look at Lacross. He wasn't the person she knew. It broke her heart to see him like this but she wasn't in any shape to fix him. "Please. The best we can do is leave him alone." She didn't want to leave him. It killed her inside. Something tugged at her to go to his side but she knew that it could kill her. Tears sprung to her eyes as she backed out of the room, still begging Svean to go with her. "If you stay here it could kill both of you." Each of them had their ultimate reasons for being in the asylum, and this was his.

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Svean glanced at Sadie before lowering his head and slowly backing out.
"Will he come back eventually?" he muttered to her but kept his eyes on Lacross. No sudden movements. No sudden movements. But he knew when the real growl came and every instinct was telling him to run. But he had to shut the door. Try to keep an eye on Lacross and, if needed, keep the nurses away until he calmed down. Sadie was trying to yank his arm out of it's socket and he winced before, when he was far enough away, turned and sprinted out the door. He slammed it shut with terror. Pure Terror. It's not Lacross. It's the beast. He reminded himself but he was still shaking. He supported the door desperately. He couldn't let the beast out. It was his responsibility.
"Sadie, if the nurses find him like this they'll lock him up and it will probably become worse." he winced from his injured shoulder. "Please tell me if they are coming. We'll keep Lacross as safe as we can."

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Lacross charged for the door once Svean sprinted for the door, but was slammed inside the cage that was his room. He reared up and banged on the door, hard enough to move the door and Svean on the other side of it. Soon it's rage was directed to other things in the room. Earsplitting screams and unholy roars could be heard from inside the room.

He was in pain, fighting with himself once again. 'THIS ISN'T YOU! STOP THIS! he screamed in his mind to no end, pleading with the beast did nothing to stop its rage. He pounded the door again, crashing of furniture from inside and the feeling of dread that readiated from his room. The feeling that there was a fight that going on. He managed to shake the note that he had stuck in svean shirt onto the floor as he tryed to escape his prison. The Beast knew his time was short and wanted to take out it's rage on anyone that it could. Only if it could get rid of dominance that lacross would have on it later.

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Sadie scrambled away from the closed door as soon as it clicked, trembling from head to toe. That wasn't Lacross. Everything was spiraling out of control and she couldn't handle it. She wasn't in the trapped state of mind she usually was. Being off her meds and exhausted, she couldn't lock up her emotions and pretend not to feel anything. Sheer terror and a mourning for the friend she knew was trapped inside that beast brought forth the worst in her. Svean was trying to reason with her, trying to ask her to keep watch. But she couldn't just go. She could hear the howling, the practical screams from behind the other side of the door. She knelt down, her ear against the door, her palm pressed to it, tears streaming slowly down her face. "Lacross, don't be like this," her voice crawled above a whisper. Unheard. Unrecognized by the beast, she presumed. He couldn't listen to her if he wasn't in control. She knew that he wouldn't remember or care later if she was there to talk to him through the door, anyways. She could only make it worse.

"You're so much better than that." She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. And in that moment, something was louder than his screams. Footsteps. Sadie jumped up, wiping at her eyes and stomping past Svean. She paused at the edge of the hallway, where the other halls met and crossed their path. She peered around the corner. Nothing. For now. She slumped there, against the wall, pressing her hands to her face. She couldn't listen to it. Even down the hall, even as terrifying as they sounded, Lacross' howls broke her heart. Everything felt so much more intense, so much harder to deal with when she wasn't on her medication.

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The ruckus in the room started to lessen as Lacross started to tire. Trying to escape to no avail and Lacross himself starting to weaken his beast's control. He started to stumble, making one last push on the door before dropping to the floor. He panted in exhaustion, clawing at the door as the beast made it's last attempts at freedom for the night. Soon his vision blurred and blacked near the door, curled up on the ground.

This was the cycle that Lacross was cursed with almost every night. Unfamiliarity caused this violence. The entrapment caused rage and loss of control. they asylum itself caused the beast to become stronger than it had been on the outside and caused it's rage. But every night it would slip in it's hold and let Lacross to the forefront again with no energy to call for help. Only to fall to the ground in a pathetic heap.

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Suddenly, there was peace. Well..maybe not peace, but Lacross stopped howling. Sadie moved from her position at the corner, knowing her task of watching for the nurses was over. She slowly made her way over, once more pressing her hand and ear against the door. No more howling. No more throwing furniture. Just his breathing from the other side of the door. "Lacross?" She questioned softly, tapping her fingers against the boundary between them. It made her sick. Did this happen every night? She pursed her lips, gently scratching at the faded paint on the door that was shut tightly between her and her friend. After a long period of thought, she wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks and climbed to her feet. She looked at Svean for a moment, then made her decision. She was going in there. Not too long ago, she had been dragging Svean out of that very room. But it sounded safer. Quieter. And quite frankly, what did it matter if she died? These thoughts were dangerous ones, ones that crept up on her whenever she stopped taking her pills.

Real emotions. Real thoughts. Everything was raw. Sadie struggled with the door, then slipped through the crack that was just big enough for her body. Oh, Lacross. Slumped there on the floor. All alone. Sadie frowned, and her knees met the floor in a clumsy fashion. She crept over to him, wary that he could snap up like something out of a bad horror movie at any moment. Whatever. She frowned, sitting next to the slumped over, probably not even conscious body of her friend. Gently, she stroked his back, murmuring quietly to mostly herself. Nothing important. Just small little stories. Childhood stories. Why it was going to be okay. Sadie spoke to Lacross like someone would speak to the picture of a deceased friend. Mournfully. With a smile and a sob in her voice. "My mother is coming today. I don't like her much." She shifted, tucking her legs to the side of her as she continued to gently stroke at his furs with the back of her hand.

"You need to get better, Lacross. We've got exploring to do." Sadie whispered, pouting out her lower lip. She was never present for his episodes. Ever. She lingered for quite a while, before she heard movement out in the hallway. She stiffened. A nurse entered, looking absolutely petrified. She seemed to be torn between running from the scene (destroyed room, claw marks on the floor) or dragging Sadie out of there. Sadie glared at her, completely stubborn. The two had a bit of a silent argument of whether she was leaving or not, before the nurse rushed at her, wielding a needle. Sedatives. "No!" She hissed, standing in front of Lacross with a fierce look on her face. She thought they were here to drug him.

"Your mother is here."

The words rooted her like the earth had opened and sucked her in, leaving her without the will to run. Sadie froze, and she felt the distinctive pinch of the needle in her arm. She was out of control again. A doctor appeared shortly afterwards, collecting her like a rag doll and swooping out of the room. Sadie couldn't even form a sentence, none the less see what they did after she was extracted from the room. Whatever happened beyond that was out of her control.