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Murder Therapy

Murder Therapy Asylum

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a part of Murder Therapy, by N_Harmonic_Music.

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Lucy Buckfelder [0] Maybe I should get back to work...
Erin Carlene Brandt [0] "I live for that singular source. Adrenaline and well maybe the destruction of you know who!"
Rachel Brisk [0] My name is Rachel, and this is my daughter, River. Please, have some candy.
Ray S. Taldo [0] "Just a shot of air..."
Dr. Isaac Tyler [0] ???If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried???
Abby Marie Walker [0] "it was an accident.. I was just scared"
Travis Edgar Williams [0] "Can i kill people without hurting them? I want to..."
Hildezart Walker [0] ???I talked to her saying I was sorry for what I had done. It was the first time I had apologized to someone I had killed???
Ivory Natalie Brand [0] "It's only when I'm drunk... I swear..."
Austin Marshall [0] A rugged police detective with unwavering morals

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#, as written by phooka
Rachel rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes as she unlocked the front door of the Asylum. She'd have to run home quickly to take River to school in a few minutes, but until then, she'd just stand here, waiting for the day workers to come. She ran her hand over her marble desk as she sat down, looking through the papers littering it for the thousandth time. She sighed, taking a long sip of her coffee, trying to wake up. Soon, she saw the day nurse, Lucy, enter with a smile on her face, as usual.
Rachel smoothed her skirt, and adjusted the candy bowl, then smiled warmly at the young nurse. "How are you today, Lucy?" She asked, pleasantly.
"Wonderful, thank you for asking." Lucy answered, "how is Rachel?"
"Rachel is fine." She replied, throwing some papers into the trash and looking up at the girl. "I think you are doing visits this morning, you should get to it right away."
Lucy nodded, grabbing a few pieces of candy and stuffing them in her pockets, for the patients, no doubt, before scampering off to do her job.
Once again, Rachel was left alone to sift through her papers, hoping someone new would come so she could show them around.
10 minutes until she could leave.
5.
She put a note on the desk, saying that she'd be back in ten minutes and would be back soon, then left. She quickly dropped her daughter off, and returned to her place at her desk. Sighing, Rachel put away the note and watched the door waiting for someone to come.

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#, as written by Hells13
First day on the job.
The man left his apartment, with a suitcase in one hand and a plastic bag of potted plants in the other. The sun itself hadn't dared to come out in such a time. The building itself was rented, rundown and in a bad neighborhood.
Ray walked for a good two hours until he had reached the entrance of the Asylum. He doesn't have a car simply because he finds them useless and he never had the money, especially since he had to pay back his student loans. Tecnically everything was in walking distance but it just needed time.

Ray walked in with a white dress shirt, black pants, and a green tie. He looked a little bit awkward as he walked in the Asylum pushing his glasses up back to his eye level, obviously not knowing what to do. That's when he spotted the desk lady, a red-headed woman with an hour glass figure, though he wasn't sure about talking to her as he took a step forward and then a step back. Gathering up what courage he had, he walked toward the desk lady.
"Uhmm, excuse me, I don't know where to go...can you help me?" He said with a hint of cheeriness and nervousness in his voice.

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#, as written by rebal2
Isaac Tyler awoke. He stared up at the white-washed ceiling in his room and sighed. Another day of endless, relentless void. Then he smiled. Today was the day the new doctor came in, maybe it'd be a hot young stud or a sexy lady. Well now he had something to at least smile to. The day might even get better, Austin might bring in a new "patient." With these new thoughts Isaac dressed rather vigorously.

Isaac lived in rather nice apartment bulilding near the facility. The board and old doctor wanted him to stay nearby, just in case. He often spent many week nights there when the night guard was unavailable, you know with budget cuts and all. It was a rather small Asylum.

Soon Isaac was opening the front door to the Asylum. He was dressed in purple v-neck, jeans, and had spiked his hair. The patients often felt better talking to someone that seemed to be their own age. He also wanted to impress the new doctor. He smiled remembering the time when Rachel, their desk lady thought he was an escaped patient.

"Uhmm, excuse me, I don't know where to go...can you help me?" a well dressed young man asked Rachel. Poor man, pitying him was easy for he didn't know Rachel.

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"Uhmm, excuse me, I don't know where to go...can you help me?" Rachel looked up, shooting the man a dirty look. She didn't like the look of him. He looked so innocent. It's always the ones who looked innocent.
"Maybe you should ask him." She hissed, pointing to Issac. "He's the therapist, I'm just a desk lady who doesn't want to be bothered by lousy dogs who only want to complain and have sex, talk to him."
She looked back at the papers that she was sorting thorough, acting like he wasn't there.


Lucy looked over to see Dr. Isaac enter. She smiled and walked over to him. Then, she saw another man. "You must be the new doctor." She said, holding out her hand nicely, "I'm the nurse, if you ever need any help, I'm always here, my name's Lucy. This is Rachel, our super nice desk lady, and Isaac, our therapist. Any questions? Usually Rachel takes our new comers on tours, but she seems busy, so, if you like, I'll take you on one, or you can start right away. This place is real small, so it's easy to quickly find where stuff is."
Lucy heard Rachel mutter something like "be careful, hun." to her, but she didn't really understand her that much.
"If you come with me, I can show you to your office."

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#, as written by Hells13
Ray stepped backwards out of fear as the desk lady shot him a look of daggers.
"Maybe you should ask him. He's the therapist, I'm just a desk lady who doesn't want to be bothered by lousy dogs who only want to complain and have sex, talk to him."
"D-dog?" He stuttered nervously, not liking the situation he has gotten into. Was this some sort of sick joke? Did he do something?
Flip her off?
But my hands are full!
Fly undone?
But I checked three times on the way here...
Then what did I do? The docter thought but luckily another woman, this one a lot nicer, rescued him from the situation.

"I'm the nurse, if you ever need any help, I'm always here, my name's Lucy. This is Rachel, our super nice desk lady, and Isaac, our therapist. Any questions? Usually Rachel takes our new comers on tours, but she seems busy, so, if you like, I'll take you on one, or you can start right away. This place is real small, so it's easy to quickly find where stuff is."
Ray looked behind him to find the blond guy, Isaac there, half waving at him before turning around and shaking the hand of Lucy he almost left hanging.
That's when he heard Rachel murmer something low, and Ray introduced himself.
"I'm Ray, or Dr. Taldo." He said the last name as an alien would, obviously not acustomed to the name yet.

"If you come with me, I can show you to your office."
"In a minute, If that's ok..." Ray had told Lucy before turning around to Rachel. He had commited himself to three days from now, doing the deed that needed to be done and Ray told himself that he'd stand up for himself. So he turned to Rachel and said with what leftover courage he had (which wasn't much mind you) and said:
"Why do you hate me?"

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#, as written by R0NlN
The distant whining of a police siren was suddenly barely audible, the sound echoing across the city in unwelcome authority. Any other day, it would have meant nothing. Police sirens went off everyday, after all. Why should this one be any different? The annoying whining would fade in time, and the asylum would return to eerie quiet.

...only the sound grew louder. The wailing sirens echoed in high-pitched reverberation, demanding the attention of all the employees in the building. It wasn't long before the source of the noise became visible. An armored police van skidded to a careful hault at the curb of the asylum, the screeching of the tires nearly as loud as the sirens. Although the sirens were turned off a moment later, the flashing lights remained on.

A rugged-looking figure suddenly exited the van, his hard-leather shoes tapping stern metronome on the asphalt beneath him; pausing only briefly to survey the looming asylum. So this was it. The Murder Therapy Center. This was the place that his six little convicts (tightly handcuffed in the back of the van) would be "re-habilitated" into society.

Or if that wasn't possible, where they would spend the rest of their lives.

Walking around to the back of the vehicle, the man called Austin Marshall set to work unlocking the re-enforced back door. Heavy bolts and barriers fell out of place with loud, metallic groans. As the doors swung open, exposing Adrian, Travis, Hildezart, Ivory, Abbey and Erin; Austin drew his gun.

"Out," he commanded, his voice rimmed with iron, "stand single file. We're here." The police detective's eyes remained hidden behind his dark sunglasses, revealing nothing. His sturdy jaw was grit sternly, his brows furrowed intently. The man's face could have been chiseled from solid marble.

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#, as written by rebal2
Isaac was nearly in tears with laughter when Ray, the hot new doctor asked Rachel why she hated him. Oh no he did not want the hot hurt. Just as he was about to interven he saw a police car drive up to the Asylum. And out stepped Austin. He was in full commando mode so this visit was clearly not for pleasure. Austin opened the back door and out stepped six teens, three boys and three girls.

Isaac cleared his throat.

The glaring contest of Rachel stopped as she turned to look at him. She still scared him to death even if her daughter was a sweetheart.

"Excuse me Rachel but ah Austin's here. New arrivals and all. I'll just take the newbie here and we'll help Austin." he grabbed the newbies hand and raced out the front door. Leaving their briefcases inside.

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#, as written by Akantha
Erin sat silently listening to the wailing of the truck. The stupid transport that would take her to a nightmare but weren't nightmares fun anyways? You had to beat up bad monsters and often run away from police. She shifted in her seat for the fifth time trying to pull her body inwards enough so that she wouldn't be touching the kids next to her. She didn't know them who knew what kinda filth they carried. Filth of the body or mind, it didn't matter, she wanted none of it.

Soon enough a door opened flooding the car with daylight and a tough officer. She rolled her eyes obviously unaffected by any act the policeman put on. She kinda wanted him to try and shoot her so she could have a reason to hurt him but these cuffs stopped her from moving her hands although they could be used as a weapon. She glanced down at the cuffs noticing the red marks on her skin from where they had rubbed her skin raw. Giving a small sound of annoyance she stood up slowly and turned her eyes on the officer, smirking deviously.

"Your panties must be in a twist today because I don't think any of us are going to hurt you. It's not like I can do anything truly harmful while handcuffed. I'm just an innocent little girl but maybe you enjoy pointing guns at cute children. Turns you on I bet. Your such a Pervert but I bet your buddies are the same way." She sang tauntingly while laughing under her breath. She didn't bother to stand in line but rather turned towards the facility examining the darned place that would be so called 'Making her all better'. She scoffed at the idea. They could try but it would take a hell of a lot to keep her from making trouble.

She spotted two men coming outside and paled. This wasn't a place for rehabilitation, it was a hellhole for the innocent. She almost swooned but remained calm in the face of definite danger. Who knew, maybe she could rid of the pests here too. After all it wasn't the first time she had done pest control for more than a few nasty women. Her usual menacing smirk returned as she watched them approach. Yes, come closer so I can see who you are. Better to know what your up against. She thought before speaking again in her taunting voice but rather adding amusement this time. "Well. Well. If it isn't the rainbow squad up to help officer pervert here manhandle the kids. This is getting more and more interesting." She looked over her shoulder at the officer in question. "Do you like letting them play too? You guys must certainly have some great days, huh?" Her baby blue eyes danced with mischievous mirth as she moved to keep out of the way of the males.

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Travis


Travis shook as he rode in the back of the van. He couldn't believe that he had actually volunteered to do this. He was frightened, honestly. He wasn't this crazy person who wanted to just run around and hurt people. He never wanted to hurt anyone in the first place. He wondered what had happened to the small backpack of things that his parents had said they were going to make sure he got. There were just little memoirs and things - school yearbooks, over the counter medication, those kinds of personal things. He was even more curious about the other people in the van around him - he had no idea who any of these people were.

Travis shifted uncomfortably, still shaking from fear. His blue eyes slowly scanned over everyone in the room. He hoped that they got there soon - the handcuffs were leaving sore, red marks on his thin, bony wrists. He stared down at the floor of the van and looked around quickly when he heard the car door open and slam shut. He winced as light poured into the back of the van, turning away.

"A-Ah..." He then heard a command from the police officer. What was his name? He didn't quite remember. All he knew is that he wanted to kill him. He didn't know this was what he had signed up for. If he had known, he would have killed the man as soon as he arrived to take him away. Oh yes - He would have killed him way back then.

'Out. Stand single file, we're here.. He stepped out, rather timidly. He spoke up, voice gentle and soft.

"E-Excuse me sir," he started, his strong british accent very very aparrent. "Wh-Where is here...? Where am i? I think you've brought me to the wrong place..." Travis was unsure and actually rather frightened, hoping that the cop didn't hurt him. Surely, this was the wrong place.

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Abby


Abby sits there with tears in her eyes sitting in the van. She couldn't believe that she was being taken here to get "better". She was happy because it gets her away from home but also scared being with all these people she has never seen before. She made sure she didn't touch anyone, but if they bumped into her she would quickly slide over. She looked down at her wrist as they were sore from the handcuffs being so tight. She let out a little sigh, but she wasn't in any pain, compared to other thing this only felt like someone lightly slapped both of her wrists. She looked around once more at all the people around her, some looked innocent while others.. not so much.

Abby sat there just wondering what this place would be like. Could it be disgusting and putrid or somewhat clean and nice looking. Either way she was nervous, she kept thinking about it and started to have a small panic attack. She closed her eyes and silently took deep breaths, she eventually calmed herself down. She opened her eyes and tried to think of other things so she doesn't have a major panic attack in the van, but then the van stopped and she started getting nervous again.

Abby heard the drivers door open and slam shut. She stared at the door thinking of the worst possible things that would happen as soon as that door would open. She heard the handle being turned so she closed her eyes and waited. The light broke threw the darkness and she opened her eyes and saw the officer. He looked like he could easily hurt anyone so she was terrified. The man told everyone to get out, she watched as everyone got out. She hesitated but then stood up and got out of the van. She lined up like she was told to do and made sure no one was touching her. She looked up at the officer and then looked at the two people coming out of the building. She stared at the building, knowing that thats where she would be staying right now

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Hildezart

Hildezart had tears in his eyes. A low growl erupted in his throat. Then he heard the door screech open. Light poured into the van and Hildezart had to squint to see. 'Out. Stand single file, we're here..' He didn't need to be told twice, and stood up. Before he walked out he stared at the back of the van, remembering the feeling of being free even if he was in handcuffs.

After half of them was out, Hildezart exited also. He stood at the front of the line, looking down it to see all the others. Two other boys, and three girls. He silently wondered if they were, also, here for the same thing. But then he caught sight of the sign, Murder Therapy Center For Teens. He trembled, They were labeling him as a murderer? But he had only accidentally killed his mom, but it wasn't intentional. Could that still be murder?

He sighed, and saw the the Police had a gun. Ignoring the rude comment one of the girls made, he focused on the two people who walked outside. Hildezart's mind scrolled to the thought of running away, but what would happen if he did? Surely that'd put him in a much worse situation, possibly land him in jail. Tears welled up in his eyes, and spilled over onto his shirt. He uncomfortably shifted his hands, causing the skin to break. Sticky blood dripped onto the ground, he hid his hands not wanting to be treated, or seen.

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Ivory Brand

Ivory looked at her surroundings. The interior of van with other kids handcuffed like her. Her eyelids were falling down but she tried her best to keep them open. Moving strands of her black hair away from her face she sighed. The state thinks they can make a few teens from murderers to decent functioning members of society. "Please, give me a break!" she mouthed. The van held a steady pace and there wasn't much to do but wait and wait and wait until they arrived at the asylum. It wouldn't be so bad, she thought bitterly. "They won't let me have a bottle," she mouthed again as the words refused to come out from her lips.
I'm a murderer, her ego sang with a birds song. "Lucky me, she mouthed and leaned her head back as the vehicle motioned to a stop. The doors opened and light touched her eyes. Squinting she grunted in annoyance. She was one of the last to step out. Trying to ignore the metal on her wrists she examined the place that would fix her up. "You're all wasting your time," she told the people who came up to them. She wasn't afraid of any of them. Her face was molded into a case of emotionless cement. Serious should be her new name. They wouldn't let her smoke, drink, or have anything here so they didn't need to worry about her harming anyone. It was really only when she drank.
She looked straight into the doctors eyes. The hollow orbs distanced as if to look beyond the figure. "Do you reall think you can FIX us? All of us?" She made a motion to mention all six out them standing, handcuffed like criminals, like vicious animals waiting to attack at the first hint of weakness.

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Austin


Austin's face remained an expressionless canvas of rough stone, his gun trained at the ground; his steady hands ready to instantaneously raise the weapon at any given moment. He made no response whatsover to Erin's provoking insults, his careful eyes flickering between the teens with watchful caution. He wasn't about to take a chance with six murderers...he'd been a detective long enough to know that cops who take unnecessary risks die relatively quickly.

And yet...behind his mirroring sunglasses...a faint uncertainty was evident in the deep brown of his pupils. What struck the seasoned officer was not the crimes committed by the unsavory lot before him; but their ages. He wondered if a single one of them was above the age of eighteen. Sure, Austin had dealt with adolescent convicts before...but teenage murderers? Not to mention that there were SIX of them. It just didn't make sense.

After all, youth was supposed to be...well...young. Lively, innocent, free-spirited...not killers. Police officers were supposed to protect children such as these; not deliver them, handcuffed, to an asylum. Austin couldn't help but wonder what dark powers drove these teenagers to such violent sins; and if they could truly be helped in a place such as this. For the sake of his own morality, he hoped so.

But his momentary lapse in resolve was quickly dismissed as the weight of his responsibilities took hold of him once more. They were criminals. Killers. Bad guys. Whether or not they could be saved was irrelevant at this moment. Right now the detective just had to focus on getting them inside the asylum and locked away in their rooms.

"Take it easy, kid," Austin said to Travis. Whoever this kid was, he certainly didn't seem like the murdering type. Neither did Hildezart or Abbey for that matter. The teenagers looked as if they were on the verge of tears. Some of them were flat out crying. So what was it they were feeling? Guilt? Remorse? Perhaps there were some ethics in these kids yet. That, or they were just scared shitless of going inside the menacing asylum before them. Erin and Ivory didn't seem converned in the least bit.

"Isaac!" Austin called out to the doctor as he approached, glancing at the unknown colleague at his side. Who was THIS guy? "Looks like I've got some more patients for you. Straight from the court houses."

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Travis


Travis looked at everyone around him. Most of them seemed almost innocent. There was a girl with a strange hair color and bright blue eyes, the handcuffs were chaffing her wrists as well. There was another boy, even thinner than he - pale and unhealthy looking. His glance immediately went to the one of them which was more of a spitfire, one with light eyes and light hair. She was absolutely beautiful, although her sharp tongue was rather discouraging. The last girl had black hair and, although shaded, seemed beautiful shade of green or blue - it was a bit too shaded for him to tell. His own bright blue eyes went back to look at Austin before looking to the two other people.

One of them looked somewhat like a sarcastic type of person, although that was just first impressions. The other was a handsome man with black hair, a rather lanky man, actually. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. These people didn't seem too bad... He looked at the sign and paled at the name of the place. Were they not the only ones here? He suddenly wished his sister or someone was with him to pat his shoulder, like his family often did, and tell him it was alright - but they were afraid of him now, so that wouldn't happen. Damn, it made him angry. He wasn't this horrible psycho, he was just a little bit... different.

He turned to the shy girl and spoke up very quietly, hoping to maybe lighten the mood with some calm conversation. "A-Ah... Jolly good day to you," he greeted, tentatively. She did seem rather shy and he didn't want to scare her off. That was more or less all he could manage in such a situation and fell silent, gaze flicking downwards and staying there.

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Abby stood there staring at the ground. She just wanted to leave, be alone and not be bothered. She looked at her wrists and saw that they started to bleed from the handcuffs. She let out a small sigh but just ignored it, she didnt really mind it. She glanced up at the officer as he just stood there for a few minutes. She looked back down not knowing what to do, she was getting really nervous again. She just stared at the ground fidgeting around trying to calm down. She moved her hands around to much and she got cut from the handcuffs. She stared at her wrists as the blood slowing dripped down her hand.

Abby didnt like blood, it reminded her of a lot of painful memories. She just kept looking at it not knowing what to do. Her heart started beating faster and another attack was about to come. She really needed her bear, they had her pills that would calm her down. She calmed herself down the same way she did when she was in the van. She kept her hands out of her sight and she closed her eyes, trying to think of something else.

Abby stood there with her head down and her eyes closed. She heard someone speaking softly and her eyes opened. Her light blue eyes slowly went up and looked at Travis. She wondered why he started talking to her. She looked at him for a while, not knowing whether to answer or not. Shes never even seen him before, he was a stranger and she didnt know what he was like. She nodded and looked back down to the ground and spoke quietly with a very soft voice "Y-Yeah." She stared at the ground wondering what would happen next, she just wanted to go inside and be alone and draw.

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#, as written by Hells13
"Ah!" Was all that escaped Ray as the therapist, Issac now dragged him out to the front as a siren was right in front of the asylum. Upon hearing the asylum Ray jumped a bit but still ended being dragged till he was out of the doors as a police van was out, where six children lined up, most for the part, crying while some were emotionless.
"Looks like I've got some more patients for you. Straight from the court houses."

The meek docter turned his head slightly to spot the man who spoke, the police officer who had drove these kids in the first place. The man was rugged, a little bit fearfull even without the sight of his eyes that were covered up by sunglasses. Ray himself pushed his glasses up up to the bridge of his nose as he spied the kids, noticing a speck of blood on the concrete that they walked on.
The docter waked slowly around the kids, until he faced their backs and hands tied with handcuffes.
"They're bleeding." Was all the docter coud say, before taking his place again next to Isaac, unsure of whether he should take them in for treatment or if there was some sort of protocol to follow.

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Erin


Erin rolled her eyes. Some of these people were cuckoo. Like they needed to stop eating those rainbow flakes. She turned her glare on the one kid who even had the nerve to ask if he was supposed to be here. Duh. Why wouldn't you be and who said jolly these days? Jolly? Really people? She almost sunk to her knees in grief wanting to beg god not to put her in this place where everyone seemed to be a total wimp. From the looks she had gotten from the officer gun-pants she guessed that they might just be in for all the same thing which was amazingly strange but stupid. It made her wanna hurl. Even mock hurling would make her satisfied because none of these kids looked like they could handle the guilt. Well she liked it. Those men needed to suffer anyways. Especially after what they did to the girls that Erin would help anytime without worry for her own life. Only one person here looked good enough to consider Erin's favor.

She sighed and shifted to face the girl giving her a good look over. Not bad. At least on the outside. She followed the girl's gaze to where the doctor duo stood. "Do you really think you can FIX us? All of us?" Erin grinned.

"Of course they can't, because they probably eat pansy's all day and think they can fix kids just because they have a degree in it. I'll even be nice and use proper language. Bullcrap. It's definitely all bullcrap." She chuckled deviously and shifted keeping careful not to rub her wrists too badly. The pain was only making her snappier and she needed any drop of blood in her body. What about her iron deficiency? She was not going to die in here, where everyone seemed to like farting glittery rainbows and let's not leave out unicorns, just because they wanted her in handcuffs and once again because they though the kids were dangerous criminals. She heard the doctor comment on it and turned her sharp gaze on him. "Well finally we have a Sherlock. Maybe the guy next to you is Watson. Can we please get some brain synapses going?"

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Looks like I've got some more patients for you. Straight from the court houses.


Isaac spent a couple of seconds looking them over. There was Blueshy, Miss Defiant, Englie, bloody, someother kid who he couldn't place, and one girl who reminded him of himself. They all either stared defiantly or shyly at him and the doc. He was all ready to ascort them inside and let Rachel and Lucy take over, but then he heard,

They're bleeding.


Oh no the doc was a softie, he wouldn't last long.

"Well better get the kids inside and fix 'em all up. Thanks for bringing them down Austin. If there's ever ANYTHING you need call me. Oh and by the way, ya got the keys? We might need those. Follow us kids."

Isaac took the keys from Austin and led the teens inside.

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Austin


Austin would warily follow the teens inside, clipping his gun into the holster beneath his jacket. Oh no, he wasn't about to leave these kids just yet. There was still some work to be done.

"I'll stick around for a few more minutes," Austin said to Isaac, "You'll need their files anyway, won't you?" He cast his eyes once more on Ray, analyzing the timid man carefully. A new employee? By the way the poor guy was fideting about, Asutin wouldn't have been surprised if it was his first day on the job.

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Travis


Travis fidgeted, doing what he was told. He walked a bit before testing the handcuffs out of idle boredom. He hit them together twice, clawed at them twice, and tried to yank his hands out twice. Travis shrugged, wondering why he bothered, wrists rubbed raw with open sores. He looked up at the Offer, hoping that it didn't provoke him into hurting him or anything. "Ah..." he started. "I'm terribly sorry, the cuffs piqued by curiosity." he apologized. "I meant no skafuffle. I'll try to avoid another ballyhoo." he said, using some clearly British slang.

He was quiet and rather tame seeming. He looked around, in an almost curious and clueless manner, smiled a little bit. Well... If he was going to be trapped here with these people, he'd have to make the most of it. Perhaps when he got in, they would be nice enough to allow him a little cup of breakfast tea? Did they have that here? They certainly would in England. In fact, he figured they might even have crumpets or scones! He smiled a bit more just thinking about Crumpets, scones, and tea. That's right, he would make the best of his situation.

'That's a lie'

Travis lifted one hand and made a fist, knocking on his head twice. "Oh- Quiet you." Travis was then silent, not wanting to attract any more attention then he already had.

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Ivory Brand

Ivory looked at the girl who had commented on what she had said. An interesting way of putting it, she thought wearily. The girl gave her a look over so Ivory did the same. The girl had white hair, the total opposite of her raven black hair. She was quite the doll, Ivory noticed. Though she didn't care much. She wasn't up for any boy girl intimate interaction so nothing about the girl's appeal bothered her much. This was murder therapy. She longed to learn what her fellow criminals had done to their victims. She had stabbed hers. Drunk, high, and out of her mind.
One of the other patients had a bleeding wrist. Ivory noted her sore wrists as well from the metal digging into her skin. She glared at the men before her servig as doctors. "So when does the experiment begin?"

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Abby


Abby looked at Issac as he told everyone to get inside. To Abby he didnt really look like an adult, he looked more like a teenager. Plus he also somewhat acted like one. But she didn't really think much of it so she just let it be. She did as she was told and started walking into the building, not knowing what to expect to be in there. And she wasn't sure what these people would do to her, but it couldn't bad like when she was home. Nothing was worse then that.

Abby looked at some of the people around her as they were either talking back to the adults or thinking of ways to escape, she thought that was pointless. Why would anyone want to piss off the people that are 'fixing' them. And why try to escape while there was a police officer with a gun standing right there, plus there is probably security. Unlike everyone else she just did as told without fighting or anything, she just wanted to get inside and be left alone. The faster that happened the better she will feel, plus she wanted to see who had her bear. Her bear had her pills and her pills kept her calm so she really needed it.

Abby tripped over her own feet and fell into Travis's back, but they didn't fall. A small "Ow." came out of her mouth, it didn't really hurt it was just sudden. She stepped back and rubbed her forehead as it was a little red, she looked up and noticed she didn't bump into a wall but a person. Her pulse started to rise and her knees were shaking a bit, another panic attack. She has only been her for about ten minutes and she has already had around 3 panic attacks, this wasn't good. Abby isn't able to control all of her attacks by just breathing calmly, she really needed her pills. She just stood there shaking a little and looking at the ground, she didn't know what to do