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Dr. Allyse Michaels
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"You," she said to the guard who's ear was bleeding, "go fix your ear up." Allyse's voice was soft and delicate, no more than a whisper. Kurt, Allyse's half-wolf, half-Siberian husky, let out a small whine. She brought Kurt to work with her because 'studies' had proved that animals could be part of mental healing.
"Okami," she said in a very, soft gentle tone, "This is Kurt." She slowly made her way over to him. She kept her eyes on him, avoiding eye contact. She was standing about three feet away from him.
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the guys held her up letting her feet swing knocking on the door. Hoping for some response. Feeling her squirm and how slippery the leather was they were having difficulty to bound her down.
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Hasn't shown any sign of improvement. She had a notebook for each of the patients.
"Sedate him and take him back to his room. 150 cc's of Flumazenil wasn't enough last time, so give him 200 instead," she said, "The next room I'm going to is Kylar's." She set Okima's notebook on the shelf and grabbed Kylar's notebook off the shelf. She waited until Okima was out of the room, before she took Kurt and headed towards Kylar's room. Exchanging a few words with other workers at the asylum, she finally made it to his room.
"Hello, Kylar," Allyse said with a friendly smile, "How are you today?"
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Hey don't blame me I didn't realize the cops were going to pounce on me. So half and half we're both at fault here and we're stuck in this looney bin Tyson. Probably going to be here forever to boot.
Poor Tyson, arguing with himself was not going to budge the doors or walls. Nor will it help him any. He needed to get through the therapy and what not and be cured and return to society. All he did was be guilty of having another personality in him. A very dangerous personality called the Black XII. A vigilante that gave the cops trouble. He didn't half realize that he had him as a personality until right before Black XII was caught. They incarcerated him in the asylum after looking at his history background with his past therapy sessions in the successful removal of the more violent personality, the "Jack Of Blades." He knew that Jack was more violent then Black XII and he was glad to be rid of Jack.
But now wasn't the time for remembering, he was just told to stay in his cell. Tyson knew he had to oblige, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
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And was going to be alone for the rest of his days if he didn't get out. Kylar had completely run out of ideas, and motivation too. Before, he was fueled by anger. He clawed at the walls, threw things around, threatened the guards around him saying that he would tear the skin off of their living flesh, cut them apart like he did to that stupid cat. Now, that he had calmed down and realized that they didn't care, he had moved from anger into a state of sadness, and a weak, but burning, hate for everyone here. Maybe if he just calmed down they would let him out? That was his next plan. If that didn't work, he would injure or starve himself. They would open the door, take him to some room to take care of him, then he would go from there. Grab a weapon too, there was tons of sharp stuff in those rooms where they looked at people. He didn't care if he hurt the people to get out. In fact, it would feel good.
Kylar tilted his head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Fluorescent lights glared down at him, a blinding shine that caused him to close his eyes slowly. Blindly, he pulled his legs towards his body, wrapping his arms around them and then resting his chin on his knees. He opened his eyes, the pale blue staring at the door, watching, waiting for something or anything to happen. It was what he did most of the time when not outside of the bright room. Besides scratching things into the wall, counting the days he had been here. As if on cue, he heard the door creak open. His muscles tensed, and immediately, he pressed a hand up against the wall, raising his head, ready to stand up and run if it was just some sort of guard checking in on him. But after seeing the slightly-familiar face of the warden. The leader.
He sat himself back down on the ground, her friendly words making almost no sound to him. The words were just a blur, until he repeated them in his head a few times. Kylar glanced up at her, locking eyes with her. He shrugged, feeling himself relaxed, resting the back of his head against the wall, still glaring at her tensely. Might as well share his thoughts with her. He could understand that she was trying to help them, even though he didn't need help. He was fine! And he would be fine. What Kylar didn't know about himself was that his sadistic personality shone through in phases. Whenever something irritated or angered him enough, that was when he began to make threats. No matter what though, he was still highly interested in torture devices and weapons.
"I don't like this room." He sighed quietly, lowering his gaze from her and staring down at her feet. "It's too quiet and lonely. I want out, why don't you let me out?" He asked quietly, his voice soft. Kylar didn't understand that he was even a bit of a threat to people or anything living, for that matter. He knew that he had done it, but in a way, he couldn't understand why it was bad. He seemed so innocent in a way, though was the complete opposite. He was clueless about morals and beliefs of people, values, the difference between right and wrong.
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"I don't like this room," he sighed, before his gaze met her shoes,"It's too quiet and lonely. I want out, why don't you let me out?" His tone was soft. Allyse studied him closely, her green eyes squinting in the bright light.
"Does the quiet bother you?" she asked, "I prefer it." Allyse sat down across from him, her legs crossed. Kurt lay down next to her, his head in her lap. She petted him gently.
"What do you suppose I do about the quiet and loneliness?" she asked, her voice was soft and gentle. She wanted to get inside his mind and figure out why he did what he did.
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Kylar clasped his hands together, staring down at his hands, not liking the feel of her eyes focusing on him. He turned his head away from her, hearing footsteps against the floor as she moved to sit down in front of him. Not only her footsteps, but also the quiet clicking of claws against the floor. She had her dog too...he never liked animals much, only because they seemed to hate him too. The cat wouldn't stop moving when he was playing with it.
He brought his blue-eyed gaze towards the dog, pushing himself further into the corner. He wasn't ever afraid of them, but would rather avoid them, afraid that there would be more consequences for even getting near one. He had the urge to take his anger out on the defenseless animal, but resisted from doing so. He would be in even more trouble, and never get out. They would all think he was insane, which he wasn't. He was perfectly fine, just angry at everyone.
Kylar pulled his hands apart, resting on hand on the wall and digging his fingers into it. He sighed quietly, turning his head and staring at the wall, not daring to make eye contact with her.
"You can let me out. I won't do anything again, I just wanted them to pay attention to me." The part about him not doing anything again, was obviously a lie. He wasn't able to control his anger, in the sentence, his voice had already raised a bit in volume, his hate for her and this place increasing. 'Them' was being his parents, they had completely neglected him. Never hurt him, but never liked him either. It was like he was invisible.
He took a risk, and looked over to her, his black hair falling in front of his eyes. Slowly, a weak smile spread across his lips as he began to speak again.
"Or I can just force you to let me out. I can rip your eyes out of your skull to show me the way, or take the dog so it can lead me out." He let out a soft, quiet laugh, but made no movement towards her. More threats, though he never went through with them.
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"Ow. Bloody heck my head hurts. What happened?" he said to no one in particular.
"If you want the details Tyson I can give em. The Doctor accidentally insulted your family, you didn't like that, I didn't like that badda bing badda boom, I come out. Then the Security dudes knock me out. You know if we were separate people, you wouldn't have this problem. You'd sit there whilst I dealt with my thing. But unfortunately that's not the case. Even to a guy like me that's cold." Black XII explained in his head.
"Quiet you. I want you gone that's the first thing I want." Tyson retorted.
"Hey I didn't say you HAD to like the arrangement, but hey if they manage to cure you and place me out of your life forever that's good. However for now my friend you are stuck. Kinda sucks don't it? Be glad I'm not Jack though."
Tyson sighed knowing that was the truth. Until something happened, he was stuck in an asylum filled with other people like him. he knew he can't deal with any of them without Black XII suddenly bursting out trying to correct any wrongs. He was trapped, and his limits to freedom will tighten due to Black XII's performance.
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Call parents and schedule a visiting appointment.
Her face remained expressionless when he threatened her.
"When you make threats like that, dear, it really lessens the 'progress' you appear to have made," Allyse said as she stood up slowly, "And maybe the quiet is what you need. The more time alone with your thoughts the better." She exited the room and headed back to her office. Kurt followed faithfully beside her. Once inside she laid her head on the desk for a minute and sighed. Couldn't these people see that all she was trying to do was help? She stood up and put Kylar's notebook on the shelf. Kurt whined softly. Allyse knelt down beside him and scratched him behind the ears. She grabbed Maen's folder off of the shelf and went to his room. She went in and sat down by the door.
"Hello, Maen. How are you today?" She asked, her voice was slightly more frazzled.
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"Yo, Doctor! How're the kids?" he giggled before he flopped onto his bed, "Y'know, I hear tell that you had to sedate that old firecracker Okami again."
"I don't have kids and, when don't I have to sedate him?" She replied. The laughing ones were the ones she kept an extra close eye on. Their giggling was usually to hide something dangerous.
"Between you and me Doc', I'd say that guy's a bit loco in the coco," Maen said before errupting in laughter, "But seriously, Doctor. It's getting so boring around here lately and I'm simply dying for a good old fashioned night on the town! So what do you say you and I make a deal? I think I have a crisp new five dollar bill in my other pants..."
"Okami wouldn't be here if he wasn't a bit 'loco in the coco.' I think you can keep your crisp new five dollar bill. I suggest reading a book. Jollywood has a wonderful library," she said with a smile, "We can go there right now." Allyse was smiling on the outside, but inside she was extremely frustrated.
I think you're loosing it, lovey. The voice was farmiliar, but it startled her that it was back. Allyse shook her head and sighed.
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"Hey! Don't blame me! The psychiatrist asked for it!" Black XII replied in his head.
Tyson sighed and sat against the wall. What was the point of it anyway? Oh well, at least it wasn't Jack more or less. According to the research of the psychiatrists here, Jack and Black XII originated from the time his family was killed in the robbery. The Trauma of it being witnessed by him split his personality into three, With Jack of Blades at the time being more active then Black XII who remained dormant. By the time Tyson overpowered Jack, Black XII began to wake up and started to show up by the time he was 18. It's been a year since that happened and he still felt like himself despite Black XII being a part of his life. He hoped he'd overpower Black XII soon. He wanted a normal life.
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I guess it's better than jail, she thought, standing by the door. She had been locked in for the time being it seemed, as if she were some animal. She was not an animal! She just really wanted to light that doctor on fire right now for keeping her in here. She banged on the door with her hands. "You can let me out now!" she yelled.
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Hasn't appeared to make any progress. She stood up.
"I'll stop by later," she said as she stood up. She was going to break her biggest rule. She was going to go into Okami's room alone.
Maybe you should take a vacation from all these crazy people, Lovey. The voice again. Allyse shook her head. She went to her office and put Maen's notebook back on the shelf. She left Kurt in her office. She walked briskly through the halls and went to Okima's door. She was armed with a sedative just in case. It was in the pocket of her lab coat. She opened the door slowly, her hand in her pocket. Her fingers curled around the syringe.
"You probably want out of that nasty straight jacket don't you?" Allyse asked quietly, her voice soft and delicate.
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Tyson Conall
Cop: Careful Doc he's Dangerous, not Tyson but the Black XII. Long story.
Rose Lockhart
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Kylar Slayde
"You got to destroy what destroys you."
Kayne Marshall
Notice the slight hesitancy of her left foot? I'd bet she injured it as a child.
Dr. Allyse Michaels
"I'm not the one who committed the crimes."
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Rose Lockhart
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Tyson Conall
Cop: Careful Doc he's Dangerous, not Tyson but the Black XII. Long story.
Kylar Slayde
"You got to destroy what destroys you."
Kayne Marshall
Notice the slight hesitancy of her left foot? I'd bet she injured it as a child.
Dr. Allyse Michaels
"I'm not the one who committed the crimes."
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Kylar Slayde
"You got to destroy what destroys you."
Rose Lockhart
..... ;)
Kayne Marshall
Notice the slight hesitancy of her left foot? I'd bet she injured it as a child.
Dr. Allyse Michaels
"I'm not the one who committed the crimes."
Tyson Conall
Cop: Careful Doc he's Dangerous, not Tyson but the Black XII. Long story.
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Work I had to do.
60 posts now, damn.
What's happened?
They still on their rounds?
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Cage had ADD and I distracted him. You didn't do anything wrong.
It was entirely my fault.
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Just to let you know, Cage is the other GM. What he says goes too!
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