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Annalise Cassadine

"The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

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a character in “The Cuckoo's Nest”, as played by Bliss

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|{ Name // Alias }|
Annalise Cassadine // Anna -or- Anne

|{ Age }|
15

|{ Sexuality }|
Asexual

|{ Role }|
Orphan

|{ Face Claim }|
Mikazuki Yozora



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|{ Height // Weight }|
5'4" // 115 lbs

|{ Appearance }|
Annalise is a young girl of a small stature. Her body frame is thin and underweight accompanied by her small hands and feet. The weight loss is attributed to her depressive state of mind and medications. She is very frail, unable to lift anything heavy or defend herself. Her irises are of a translucent shade of purple and her expression is usually very soft and nervous looking. Anna's face is very round in shape but also narrow around her cheekbones. In fact, you can usually see her bones due to her light weight and lack of muscle. Her cheeks are usually of a rosy color which complement her purple eyes and short, brown strands of hair.

|{ Garments }|
You'll always find Annalise covered from shoulder to toe. She feels uncomfortable showing her skin so she's usually wearing sweaters and school skirts with black leggings. Anna does like to be fashionable with her attire even though she limits herself. In colder weather she'll most likely be wearing a plain pair of jeans. Anna prefers neutral colors for the most part, her wardrobe consisting of many dark blues, beige, browns, deep purples, or emerald greens. She hates bright colors so you'll never see her wearing such things.

|{ Birthmarks / Scars / Tattoos / Piercings }|
Annalise has two small piercings in her earlobes where she usually wears a cheap pair of stud earrings. She just likes how they look and hopes one day she can get herself a real pair. Though what may be most noticeable about Annalise is a very faint scar on her left wrist from a suicide attempt many years ago. Don't mistaken her for someone who cuts, it was simply a first and last attempt that miserably failed. She's never tried or even dare to cut herself again.



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|{ Mental Disorder(s) }|
{x} Bipolar I
{x} Exhibits some symptoms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.


|{ Personality }|

Introverted § Sensitive § Submissive § Sweet

Annalise is a very quiet, introverted girl. When she is not having an episode, she is easily embarrassed in conversation and her lack of self esteem is evident from her body language alone. Anna has always found difficulty in making friends, never quite sure how to interact with others or handle social situations. Because of this she's very lonely. However, she's a very sweet and kind at heart and always means well even if her actions come across as awkward. She'll laugh or smile at just about any gesture though she hardly ever makes eye contact with the people she is talking to. Anna is also very submissive. She doesn't understand how to say, "no" to things she doesn't like or wants to do. People have a tendency to walk all over her and take advantage and it tears her apart on the inside and forces her into all sorts of ugly situations. She does not handle pressure very well and easily gets overwhelmed. However, what she is most noted for is her intense mood swings.

While Annalise never gets physically violent with people during an episode, she'll jump from an extremely happy and active state of mind to a suicidal mindset within seconds. Due to her illness, Anna is very touchy and sensitive. Her symptoms started to present themselves in her early childhood years. One of her worst episodes occurred on a random walk home from school. She was happily listening to her music and lightly sprinting down the street in an excited manner. Anna felt invincible and as though she could fly. In her excitement she had a difficult time returning home for she began to take out her school notebooks and rip them apart. She threw the papers into the air shouting and dancing. Eventually she found herself climbing up a tall tree and attempted to jump off a branch genuinely believing she could fly away. Fortunately, there were locals around that had reported her odd and dangerous behavior. The locals managed to prevent her from jumping but could not get her to climb down from the branch. She thought it was a very fun game. Though her demeanor quickly changed when the doctors from the local clinic appeared with an ambulance. She started to scream and became hysterical. It led to her jumping off the branch after all and it was considered attempted suicide by the clinicians. No one saw her for a few weeks and when she finally returned it was as though she were a completely different person. She then entered a depressive episode, unable to stay awake at school, grew easily agitated and often walked around as an empty shell that was no longer mentally present.

The depressive side to her condition is more unsettling than fearsome. She'll go with little to no speaking for days and will keep herself emerged in her fantasy novels. Asking her things such as, "How was your day?" is enough to make her break down in tears and become hysterical. Her mind starts to race and on occasion she'll hear voices telling her to hurt herself. Though Anna is resilient to the depressive side of her condition, never listening or giving in to the crazed thoughts but each episode always take a piece of her away. Many describe her to be a walking zombie during these times. Aside from the ups and downs, there are periods of times where Anna seems to be "normal." She's visibly more approachable and much more alert to her surroundings. During these times she'll take comfort in the small things such as eating ice cream or reading a good book. Sometimes she just enjoys going on short walks, but if she's caught out too long she gets in trouble. All in all, people find it hard to associate with Anna due to her extreme condition and instability. The few friends she does have she cherishes, even if they are not necessarily healthy people to be around. She'll do just about anything they say in fear of losing her only friends. On the other hand, occasionally Anna has extremely bad depressive episodes. When this happens she becomes very self destructive and deranged. You'll find her enclosed in a small space where she starts to scream, trash her legs and arms about, pull her own hair out and even scratch her face. However, these major depressive episodes occur very rarely. For the most part she has some sort of grip on herself throughout the mood swings.

Another odd aspect of Annalise is her constant need to be perfect. Even if she absolutely despises what she's doing, it needs to be done perfectly. This trait of hers is not particularly noticeable. Rather, it's something that sort of creeps up on Anna from the shadows and not only catches others off guard but herself too. For instance, if she's drawing lines on a page it needs to be an exact, perfectly straight horizontal/vertical line. Otherwise she'll compulsively do it over until it's fine. Her notes have to be formatted somewhat carefully and she likes to be organized. But it's more like a quirk she has that occasionally slips out. Some situations she does not care if something is not neat or a mess. In fact, she'll choose to be messy. Things only get to her when she decides to be perfect but simply can't or struggles to. You'll also notice how Anna will favor certain things like odd numbers or sets of three. Her symptoms are not really noticeable or prominent in her everyday life so it slips over both the doctor's head and her own. Once the clinic noticed, they did not make a big fuss over it seeing that it did not affect Anna's life all that much. The only concern lies with whether or not her fussing would send her off into an episode.

|{ Power }|
Annalise is able to use dream manipulation. She has always lacked coping mechanisms and every night she'd pray for comfort in her dreams. What started as simply wishing for hugs and affection to appear in her dreams, ended with her complete control over such things. Over time she became exceedingly skillful at controlling her own dreams and making things happen in them that she wished for. Sometimes it'd just be for comfort while other times destruction to reflect her state of mind. When she began the newer treatments at the clinic she found herself able to dream even while conscious. She'd leave her reality and enter a dreamlike state even though she was still awake. She would usually do such things when life became too unbearable to remain awake for and witness. As her treatments progressed, her ability to shape and mold dreams to her liking and will became exceedingly stronger. Originally she'd struggle forcing herself into a dreamlike state for it required her to be extremely emotionally overwhelmed to do it. But in correlation with her treatment she was able to dream on the spot and even exert her dreams onto other people. She can make you see what she is dreaming of, or force you into a dreamlike state and pull out the delicate threads of your mind. Anna can force nightmares onto you that can seem so real it'll send the person into a temporary craze. Though she's terrified of using this ability on others than herself. In fact, since her power has become much stronger than she could have possibly imagined she begins to fear even using it on herself.

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|{ Quirks // Habits }|
+ Nail Biting || Whenever Anna is nervous, she instinctively bites her nails. Most of the time she doesn't even realize she's doing it.
+ Perfectionism || Anna's OCD symptoms are most apparent due to her perfectionism. No matter what she does, it needs to be neat and organized in a certain way. For instance if she's writing out her notes, if she doesn't go by her own specific format she becomes flustered and agitated, will trash her notes and start over. If the corners of a page in a book are folded she'll begin to cry and become hysterical because she can't fix it and make it neat again which can lead to a bipolar episode. However, she mostly has a mild case of OCD that is very much manageable.
+ Avoiding Eye Contact || It doesn't take long to notice Anna hardly ever maintains eye contact. She'll look away as quickly as she can.
+ Humming || Annalise loves to hum soft tunes and peaceful sounds. It gives her a sense of comfort and fills the silence around her.
+ Climbing || Anna loves to climb to high places and look down on the world. Her small posture allows her to squeeze her way into smallest of places or crevices. This works to her favor when she's upset or fearful especially.
+ Playing with hair || Anna has a tendency to play with her hair a lot. It's almost a nervous habit where she feels the need to be doing some sort of activity so she resorts to this.

|{ Likes }|
+ Reading || Anna's craving for a different reality explains her obsession with fantasy novels.
+ Music || Music is the only other thing in this world that completely understands her.
+ Dancing || She's rather shy about dancing with people, but when she's alone she loves to twirl and move about, finding a freedom in dancing.
+ Ice cream || Strawberry flavored to be exact!
+ Sunny days || Nothing quite gives Anna joy like a sunny day.
+ Negativity || Even though Anna does not give the impression that she enjoys sad things or negativity, she's almost drawn to it. Addicted even. Not feeling some sort of internal conflict is awfully uncomfortable for her.
+ Social gatherings || Anna is so lonely that simply being involved with some sort of gathering even if no one talks to her makes her happy.

|{ Dislikes }|
+ Shouting/Yelling || Any time someone raises their voice is makes Annalise panic. You'll notice her quick change in demeanor as she falls extremely silent and seemingly frozen in place.
+ Medications || But they're necessary... or are they? Regardless, Anna can't stand how these medications make her feel numb and like she's dead inside.
+ Being alone || Leaving Anna by herself with her mind full of racing thoughts is a struggle for her. But it's something she'd always had to deal with.
+ Racing thoughts || It comes with the bipolar, but Anna feels absolutely crazed and tortured in her own mind. The thoughts are so quick that she struggles to reason with herself and simply acts them out instead.

|{ Talents }|
+ Singing || Annalise never sings in front of people, but if you do happen to hear her she has a very beautiful voice.
+ Pretending || She can be deceitful, but never in a malicious way. Anna is just afraid to show others her true thoughts and feelings.
+ Avoiding || Anna can blend and when she's upset she's pretty great at avoiding others. Though some can see through her antics.


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|{ Flaws }|
+ Sensitive || You have to be cautious around Anna, because you can never be quite sure as to what will set her off.
+ Submissive || Anna just can't outright say, "no." She'll do what anyone asks of her and many take advantage.
+ Frail || Her body is weak, there's no doubts there.
+ Lying || Anna for the most part is honest with others. However, in regards to herself she'll often lie.

|{ Fears }|
+ Rejection/Abandonment || Anna was never loved. If her friends ever exclude her from things or act annoyed towards her it breaks her heart. She constantly requires reassurance that not everyone is going to leave her forever. Sometimes they just have things to do...
+ Herself || Anna is uncomfortable in her own skin and fears her own illness more than anything.
+ The clinic || They just keep forcing her into things she doesn't want. It's traumatizing there.
+ Loss || The thought of losing someone or something is unbearable.




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|{ History }|
Annalise is originally not from the town of Newholt. She lived with her parents up until she was seven years old. Her parents were emotionally abusive towards her and themselves. Her entire world constantly consisted of ups and downs, starting with her parents. They never really physically harmed her too badly aside from pushing her around and pulling her hair a lot. But her parents would scream at her for no apparent reason. Anna would have done everything she was asked and then reward herself by playing with toys only to be dragged by her hair across the room and blamed for something that fell off a shelf. Shortly after she'd be locked in her room with no food for two days for bad behavior. Annalise never quite understood why this would happen. Her parents would tell her she was worthless and that she should have never been born. They'd tell her that everyone was going to hate her and that she was ugly. Gradually she started to believe them and felt she deserved to be punished as well. Sometimes they'd show her affection which made it even worse for Anna. It was a sick, twisted joke just to tease her with love and see her suffer afterwards. Sometimes they'd offer her sweets and just as she was about to take a bite they'd rip it away from her grasp and laugh in her face. It destroyed Anna's psyche. The ups and downs led to her predisposition for bipolar disorder. When her symptoms started to reveal themselves, her parents wanted nothing to do with it. When Annalise turned seven, her parents drove her out into the middle of nowhere, just outside the town of Newholt and left her on an empty road. Annalise never saw them again. When she was found by strangers she was then taken to the orphanage and lived there ever since. While life in the orphanage initially was better than the life she once had, the treatments imposed by the clinic nearby turned into something far worse than she had ever imagined. With each passing year, the treatments and inhumane treatment became worse and worse. Anne attempted suicide on multiple occasions, only to be caught every time and suffer dire consequences for her failure. It has come to the point where she is afraid to try to kill herself or show any sign of sadness in fear of what the clinic may do to her.

So begins...

Annalise Cassadine's Story

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Thursday, 11:15 AM



Annalise Cassadine slowly approached the clinic which was now only two blocks away. Her gaze was locked with the hard pavement with a frown firmly rooted across her features. With each step her heart fluttered and occasionally you'd see her wince, as though it pained her each step of the way. She wore a light brown sweater with a black short sleeve underneath paired with a dark, gray, plaid skirt. Slung across her back was a purple pack that hardly carried anything besides her wallet, ID, and a couple of novels. It was Thursday; her least favorite day of the week. Thursday was the designated day in which all orphans in the area had to visit the clinic for their weekly check ups. All orphans were excused from school on Thursdays at least in the local area. It was mandated by law. But today was particularly nerve wracking for Anna. Something strange had happened to her last night and she was certain the clinic knew all about it by now.

Annalise felt her body shudder as she recalled the events. She did not even know how to explain what happened or what even did happen. It was too surreal. One moment a couple of orphans were teasing her and then the next... It was as though they all experienced the same nightmare as she. The fell to the floor screaming and crying. Anna simply remained standing in the center with a blank expression, as though her mind were elsewhere as she watched them all writhe in pain. One of the caretakers grabbed her by the shoulders and they all instantly snapped out of it, including Anna. It was an eerie sight. As she approached the front double doors of the clinic she felt an overwhelming sense of dread. It was as though her knees were going to give out and she'd tumble over. Her hands were trembling as she reached for the door handle. Just breathe... Breathe, she tried to coax herself as she entered. It was 11:17 AM which meant she was thirteen minutes early. She sighed with relief. If the orphans were not punctual in arriving they would be taken into a private room to be 'conditioned.' Anna made that mistake once. Really what was supposed to happen was that the orphans would explain why they were late then talk about it like human beings. But the nurse who took care of that sort of thing was sadistic. She would lock the door then fill a large bucket of water where she'd shove your face in for thirty seconds for every time you tried to make an excuse for being late. Once she decided you had enough, she would let you go. Then you'd most likely get in trouble for being wet and the day would only get worse.

The woman at the receptionist desk glanced up from her paperwork with a look of disdain. She was an older woman with greying hair and lots of wrinkles. She removed her glasses, her long red nails as bright as ever that Anna always found to be quite hideous. "Annalise," the woman grunted while crinkling her nose, "Sit over there. Someone will be with you shortly." The woman pointed over towards the seating area where a television was broadcasting the news with closed captions. Anna did as she was told while quickly muttering, "Thank you, Beatrice.” Not once did she look into Beatrice's face but she felt the woman's dark eyes following her every step towards her seat.

Fear was slowly creeping up on Anna as she sat down restlessly. She started to gnaw on her nails nervously while stroking some stands of hair with her other free hand. Sitting still was not really an option for her otherwise she'd panic. What was going to happen today? Last week was practically a blur. When she was last here she was in the midst of a manic episode. She was very energized, excited, and talkative for a change. Though anyone who knows Anna well enough can tell you that when she's talking a lot she is not well. Anna ran into the place dancing and humming tunes as though she were excited to be there. She wanted to tell Dr. Nox how she too, planned to be a doctor, then run her own clinic for orphans. Except her clinic would be much better than this horrible place. Needless to say, she was soon being held down by two nurses before being injected with sedatives to make her mellow out. It did not put her to sleep, but her entire demeanor completely changed and she sat on the floor against the wall lifelessly. She could not remember much after that, except that her mood stabilizers were increased as well as anxiety medication. All week long she has felt nothing but numb, except for today. Today, she was afraid. She could not help but notice she seemed to be the first one to arrive and that in of itself made her nervous. She did not want to sit here alone.

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"♪ Thursday, Thursday. Magical wonderful Thursday~♪" A sing-song voice gave a merry little tune as its owner ventured down the sidewalk with a spring in his step. Most people in his position may have been going with reluctance, understandably hesitant to visit the clinic. Even he was normally hesitant, always considering skipping out. The punishments they give were enough to force him to go and endure the harsh treatment and poking prodding questions. But today was very different for the boy. He was feeling jubilant, ready and excited for today's sessions. He had this feeling deep in his gut that it was going to be a fun day. Especially with yesterday's development...

A fine line of red cut just a little too deep into the pale, frail flesh of the white-clad boy. He sat in the corner, giggling with his head hung as he stared wide-eyed at the wound he had inflicted upon himself, the steel instrument now hidden behind his person. He watched as the red essence dripped down his leg, tickling at the little pores of his skin as it rounded over his ankle, down his heel and to the floor. A small puddle began forming around his foot... which caught the attention of another orphan that happened to be passing by. A new one, one who was young and had no real experience dealing with the boy that was Emil Jasper. Emil heard him ask something. Was it about him being okay? Or asking if he should get help? Emil didn't pay the boy's word's any mind. But he heard him. Knew of his existence. And as soon as he was close enough, Emil reached forward and grabbed at the boy's leg. How unfortunate that the other one was wearing shorts. The poor child had no idea what was coming... Emil had no idea what was coming. But he looked up at the child with a malicious grin, eyes wide with his endorphin high. "Have you ever felt pain, boy?!" His raspy, crazed voice asked the child, only to be answered by a scream and the pain missing from his leg.

He had no idea how he did it. But the gash in his leg made its way from his body to the child's. He had passed on some love in the form of that wound without even having to share his knife! How wonderful it was! Maybe if he was lucky, he could figure out how to do it again with one of those damned doctors... That was why he was excited. Especially if that bitch doctor who reprimanded them for being late was there... He and her had many a meeting. They were practically on a first-name basis. She hurt him so much... She really did care about him! Maybe today he could return the favor and hurt her in return. Her words were mean and brutal, but her actions spoke her true feelings. That was how Emil saw it. He often showed up late just for her attention. Even if he couldn't breathe sometimes because of her buckets...

He burst open the door, twirling his entire body as he moved inside the clinic, the door closing behind him. He continued spinning in with his arms out, enjoying the feeling of his hair against his face and the soft shirt against his mutilated arms. "Miss Beatrice, darling! I'm back! Did you miss me?" He seemed rather excited to see the grouch of a woman behind the desk. She didn't flinch like most people did, which he appreciated, though she was never quite happy to see him. Or anyone for that matter. It bothered him that she never smiled. Did he need some love, too? An old hag like her probably has no one to love... 'How very sad...' He thought to himself as she checked him in. Looking about, there was only one other girl there. Excitedly, he checked the clock. 11:18 AM. His shoulders dropped along with his head as he felt defeated. "Early? Damn it... I thought I was late..." What was he supposed to do for a whole two minutes, anyway?! Magazines sucked. Beatrice was a grumpy old hag... Right now it seemed that the other girl here was his only entertainment for a bit.

And he certainly was okay with that.

She was approaced by him without hesitation. She was alone, biting her nails, as if worried. Did she not enjoy this place? Why did she do that? Still, she was familiar. She lived at the orphanage with him. A different wing, sure, but he saw her somewhat regularly. Taking up the seat beside her, he sat sideways in his chair to face the dark-haired young woman. He was balled up as he sat, balancing on the ball of his foot as his face invaded into her personal bubble a bit. He was an unmistakeable kind of guy with his vibrant green hair and eyes that almost seemed golden in color. Not to mention the visible scarring on his head was kind of a dead giveaway as to who he was. There were rumors about him... whether she'd heard them or not, well, he'd find out in time. For the time being, he gave her a wide smiled that showed all of his teeth as he extended out a hand, covered completely by the white sleeve of his garment. It had a significant bag to it, clearly much too big for him. "Hey there. I'm Emil. It's nice to meet you." He withdrew his hand before she had a chance to shake it, turning and falling with his back on the chair now. Turning his head, his huge smile dimmed to a grin that didn't really seemed to change the creepy air about him. He kept his eyes dead locked on hers as he began chuckling to himself. There wasn't anything funny, at least to the outside world, but he was utterly amused with himself. "So. What are you in for?~♪" No issues jumping straight to questions like that. It may have come off as a joke, though he was genuinely curious to see where her brain was broken. But if he was early, that meant there were others coming on their way, too. That just dawned on him as he began getting restless in his seat. More defects, like him. He was really excited. Maybe they'd get to see him hurt the doctors! Maybe they would want to hurt, too! Oh, he felt friendship was right at his fingertips. All he'd have to do was reach out and grab it. Reach out and slice it... Today was shaping out to be good so far!

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Thursday | 11:21 AM | Newholt Clinic

This was another useless day. That is pretty much how Alice Clovers would define Thursday. It had been indicated in the passed bill that children abandoned and cared for by this country should be subjected to the mandatory psychiatric testing and if found positive must undergo treatment immediately. Unfortunately for her, she was diagnosed with a condition known colloquially as having split-personalities. Something she adamantly states to be a lie. To her, she was a perfectly normal girl living her own life. She doesn't experience such mental episodes nor is she aware of any another her deep inside her psyche. That is why she calls all the findings about her as complete bull.

She had once demanded to see their reports about her, but she is not authorized or allowed to. That was another thing she finds completely wrong about this entire system. But, she cannot do anything about it since this was the law and she must abide it. Everything about her situation was off-tangent and doesn't make sense. However, it does give the people around them a sense of security. Knowing these children who are technically unwanted are handled and controlled by the government to ensure that massacre will never happen again. Anyway, she would have just to take it until she's considered a legal adult. By then, she can give her own choice on the matter. But for now, she is a ward of the state.

Taking a deep breath, she soon found herself in front of the annoying clinic she had been subjected for treatment. There had been rumors about the horrid methods being given to children like her. But, it was much of a truth like the sun always rising. As for her, she had experienced such sadistic and inhumane ways of curing her so-called illness. But, she was far resilient and not easily curved to the researchers or doctors' machinations. That is why the effects of this entire program to her was not as strong as to the others. At the same time, her treatments could be considered minimal unlike her fellow patients. She might have an idea why but, it was just something she had heard in passing. They say, she was non-responsive and negative unlike the others. She wasn't sure what that meant, but that was probably the reason why her sessions were not as intense as the others.

Anyway, she entered the door and the face of the grouchy receptionist was what welcomed her. They should get someone else, really. Someone more acceptable and has that pleasing personality. The Clinic would be at least be more tolerable in her personal opinion. "Alice Clovers." There was a bit of snide in that. She could tell that Beatrice as she is called was well-informed that Alice does not like her last name especially when used for sarcastic purposes. Still, she approached the desk with her beautiful brown eyes narrowed to mirror her irritation. "Present. Ms. Beatrice Callowen. " There was a smile on her face at the end of that. There was no denying that Alice by all means was a beauty. That was probably one of the reasons Beatrice shows annoyance over the younger girl's presence. Furthermore, Alice was in a way rebellious and sassy in her retorts. Beatrice was obviously offended by that implication of the Miss part which meant she was an old maid.

"Take your seat now!" Beatrice screeched at her while pointing with those hideous red nails of her to a nearby bench where there are a television and two people present who she was rather familiar with, not on a personal level though, just by passing glances and words. They were orphans just like her and also clients of this clinic. She went to them as she took her seat just beside of another girl who was obviously already sedated. Then, there was also another boy with such brilliant palettes on his appearance. It was bit hard not to notice him. He seemed engaged with the other girl in a conversation. "I don't think you'll get much of an answer from her now..." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a polite smile at the other kid. "The name is Alice. How do you do?" She introduced herself as she offered her hand for a handshake.

Well, there was still time to burn before they are attended by their respective doctors or so. This was better than talking to those stiffs anyway.

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Annalise felt herself tense as an odd boy took a seat beside her. Of all seats in this empty room, he chose the one next to her... Was she interesting? Suddenly he was a bit too close and she felt herself shyly looking in the other direction. She still had not glanced at his face yet. Why was he staring at her so intently? Maybe she had something on her face and looked funny.

"Hey there. I'm Emil. It's nice to meet you," he said extending his hand. Anna recognized his name and finally peered at him to see his facial features. Looking at his extended hand, she began to slowly lift her tiny fingers but he then withdrew his hand and began to laugh. It was sort of unsettling and began to make her more nervous. She tore her gaze away and went back to staring at the white tiled floor. It was somewhat dusty and grainy. "So. What are you in for?~♪"

Anna found herself frowning and tensing up into a slouched position. She was now gripping her skirt repeatedly with angst. No one ever spoke to her before at the clinic. This boy was, but his eyes and appearance were intense. "Emil..." she whispered as though she were thinking. That's right, she heard stories about this boy every so often back at the orphanage. The others would also warn to stay away from him since he's practically assaulted other children and tried to cut them. Anna was not exactly sure if she believed the stories or not. He seemed nice enough. She heard the front doors opening and felt a soft breeze rush past her as another girl walked in. Anna found herself glancing the girl over and recognized her face but could not remember her name. She exchanged a few snarky remarks with Beatrice before directing her attention to Emil and herself. Anna quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for looking. The girl took the other empty seat beside her. Two people in one day? Luck must be on Anna's side today. If only she weren't so awkward.

"The name is Alice. How do you do?" Alice introduced herself while extending her hand out for Emil.

Alas, Annalise looked up and slowly looked between Emil and Alice. She found herself a bit awestruck by Alice's presence, she was so beautiful. A weak smile tugged at her lips as her shaky hands released the hemming of her skirt. "I-I'm Annalise," she stammered. "But you can just call me Anna."

Anna's mind felt a tad bit fuzzy. She was getting used to the adjustment in her dosage of medications, but her words sounded a bit slow even now. All week long she felt like a zombie, though last night's incident really had her on edge. She had not felt this anxious for awhile. Anna was just glad she was not feeling manic for a change otherwise the energy would be unbearable. Her cheeks sizzled with heat for she was not used to so much attention from others. Her eyes then met with Emil's as she stared at him curiously, "Say Emil, how did you get that scar?" She pointed her index finger towards his forehead. She was uncertain if it was rude to ask or not. But her eyes would not tear away from it and curiosity had gotten the better of her.

Her fingers than looped around her short strands of hair as her eyes darted back towards the ground. Her head was turned towards Alice but she did not directly look at the girl. Hesitantly and almost forced she muttered, "I-uh-I like your hair Alice..." This was the most social interaction Anna had all week. She desperately wanted friends, maybe these two would be willing? Glancing back up at the clock, the three seemed to only have six minutes to spare. With each passing second, the dread hung onto her heart like anchors falling down towards the bottom of the sea. She was going to be punished, she just knew it. Every time her thoughts reverted to last night's events she subtly winced. The last thing she wanted was another increase in medication. It was not like she could skip the medication either, they counted her pills every week. If she missed a dose, they would keep her overnight and make her out to be looney. She wasn't looney, or was she? Anna could never really tell.

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The white-haired lad stood on the narrow pathway outside of the orphanage, seemingly unaware of the exasperated sighs and mutterings of the passers-by who were made to move around him. Though he did fidget uncontrollably where he stood, he stayed put and took in the sights around him, inhaling and exhaling deeply as if he was savouring each smell. The area was bustling with life, despite the fact that not many people liked to stand too close to the orphanage or pretty much any of the orphans living there. His eyes were wide and his smile was wider, so it was understandable that the 'normal' people were completely disgusted by his appearance; as such, it didn't bother him in the slightest. A low moan rumbled through his throat, before he sucked in his breath at the sight of the time shown on his wristwatch.

"It's Thursday!" he exclaimed, his crazed eyes focusing on a small child gripping tightly on her mother's hand as she was being dragged through the street. Realising that a response was not due to him, he let his shoulders relax and he finally started off in the direction of the clinic. "And I'm almost late, don't ya know..?" he continued, his voice lowering to a whisper. It was not unlike him to forget his appointments, eventually turning up late for them. His ADHD did not allow for a good record of punctuality, he realised, as he glanced back down at his wrist and noticed he had only a few minutes to walk a good few blocks to the Clinic. While his memory was terrible, he was not so stupid as to forget the punishments awarded to him upon his late arrivals. He did not fear them, but they were unpleasant nonetheless.

Walking through the streets, he only just realised that his outfit for the day had allowed for an uncomfortable breeze. In fact, he had only just realised that he'd not bothered to get dressed at all that day. He wore underwear, of course, but nothing other than a bath robe and a pair of bunny slippers were there to cover his naked form. The sleeves to his robe were rolled up to the elbow, and the bottom reached to just below his knees. Although the two parts were tied together by a thick wrap, the wind made it impossible to keep the breeze off his thighs and knees. Shuddering, he picked up the pace, still with an unreasonably large smile gripping at the corners of his thin, threaded lips.

By the time he was nearing the Clinic, he reasoned he had about two or three minutes left. He'd probably have more to spare if he hadn't stopped to pet a little Chihuahua being walked by its tight-lipped and irritatingly snobby owner. The woman shuddered at the mere sight of the young child and his countless oddities, but she let him pet the dog for a second or two regardless. He appreciated that at the moment, but he loudly cursed at himself when he realised he'd let himself get distracted for, like, the fifth time since he started his walk. Due to his limited time frame, he'd resorted to a run and so, when he approached the Clinic's door, he wasn't able to slow himself down and ended up barrelling through it. He balled into a roll and sprang up, his face narrowly missing the desk by an inch or so. The woman behind the desk looked like she might have a heart attack, but her face settled into a disapproving glare.

"Kyle White," he shouted, "Also known as Ghost, reporting for duty, ma'am!" He stood straight-backed, feet close together with his right hand held firmly in a salute. When she sighed and scribbled his name in the day's register, his body slumped and he gave her one last smile before he turned to face the three other orphans who had gathered in the 'waiting area' seats. He took a moment to glance at each one of them, before he marched matter-o-factly towards the nervous-looking one seated in the centre. "I've never seen or met you before, but I can tell we'll be the best of friends." His tense hands seemed to form a thumbs-up gesture, before he nodded confidently and took a seat beside the green-haired boy. Ghost thought that all of them looked at least slightly familiar, but his memory was shockingly terrible. Even if he'd met them before, he wouldn't know it. How curious he thought, though I wonder if they know me..? Probably not.

Silently, he rolled his right sleeve up even higher and traced the thread lightly with the fingers of his left hand, his smile increasing with each moment that he spent caressing or pulling harshly at his so-called "art". For the second time that day, Ghost moaned in satisfaction.

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Oh, how the people were abundant today! Emil could barely contain his excitement. Two girls, both absolutely killer in his eyes, were talking to him. One of them even addressed him of their own accord! Was it his birthday? His entire body seemed to shiver with happiness as both of his hands reached out to clasp over the hand of the one who called herself Alice. Shaking the hand vigorously with both of his hands, he released them within a moment and gave her his teethy smile. "Alice, Alice! I'm Emil. It's so good to meet you! I'm doing very well!" Would they be friends? He was feeling rather optimistic about this. Especially when the other girl, who introduced herself as Anna, returned his greeting. It was late, but even he could tell she was like a turtle inside of its shell. Holding no hard feelings against her for that, he nodded and fidgeted in his chair to find a way to make it comfortable.

Annalise asked a question that only seemed to make Emil get lost in a memory for a moment. "My scar here...?" A hand gingerly rested upon the stitched-up scar as his wicked grin settled in a more nostalgic, faint smile. "Mother asked me to do this. It was a goodnight kiss a few months ago." He turned his head to look her in the eyes, an intense gaze that could pierce through her very being. "You would like mother! She's the sweetest woman in the world." He hadn't realized that he had leaned into her personal bubble once more, mere inches from her face. "The doctor says not to talk about her... Whoops." He looked back and forth to check for eavesdroppers before leaning in closer to whisper into Anna's ear, "Don't tell anyone, okay? It's a secret!" He pulled himself from her bubble and smiled, rolling his head around his shoulders as if to stretch it. He found it easy to forget that he was here for his weekly appointment with people willing to talk to him. "Hey, do you want to touch it?" The same hand that once rested upon the scar now pushed his bangs up to reveal the full length of the scar. "It's okay if you do!"

Before Anna would have a chance to answer though, his attention was diverted to the new arrival. A white-haired beauty of a young woman-- no, upon closer inspection it was definitely a boy. Emil had never seen this boy before, though. Kyle White. Ghost. Emil was instantly jealous of a name like "ghost." He had nothing even remotely as cool. The kid was definitely younger than the rest, though not by a whole lot. He was orphaned, too? What a shame, he had thought. He only heard the voice of the boy, not listening to what he said, as he addressed Anna and then sat himself beside the green-haired orphan. He was excited. So many new people! And this one... Emil's curiosity skyrocketed as the white-haired Ghost rolled up his sleeve to reveal an arm covered in red thread, hand-stitched in.

His eyes lit up at the sight as he reached out a hand to touch it. Some voice in his head told him not to, to ask. Emil instantly frowned and kept his hand hovering above the boy's arm. "I love your arm! May I pretty please touch it?" The request was clearly rehearsed and the boy really didn't enjoy asking, but certain people needed to be listened to. His other arm shot into the air, allowing the baggy white sleeve to fall and reveal an arm with practically no smooth spots. All mutilated with scars and blisters, some fresh and some ancient, he extended it to Ghost. "Here, you can touch mine, too. It will be fairsies, right?" His smile was as wide and excited as ever. He was clearly unaware of any social or personal issues that might be presented in asking such a bold thing. He just... really wanted to feel the thread turn to flesh. How insanely interesting that was! Someone out there must really love him... "Come on. Pretty please? Only for a minute, okay?"

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Thursday | 11:25 AM | Newholt Clinic

The bright-colored boy's name introduced himself as Emil. He shook her hand energetically that she believed that her arm might come out, but that was absolutely fine as she couldn't help but smile happily at him. He seemed to be quite a cheerful person, but there was a nagging feeling inside of her head. She has a sense that she had heard of his name before, but that was not possible in her understanding. Then again, she could be wrong. She seemed to have forgotten and if that was the case then it wasn't important to begin with. She simply ended that notion at that and then looked at the girl beside her. It seemed that she was not that far-off as she had initially thought of. That was good. The more the merrier, that's the saying right?

The girl introduced herself as Annalise but could be called Anna. That was convenient. "Nice to meet you too, Anna." She said with a small smile on her face as she watched as Anna aired a question to Emil. To her, it seemed that Anna was rather fidgety or nervous about something. It could be the drugs, but she leaning more towards the fact that Anna was not the sociable person. It was not that hard to assume. Orphans like them don't have much social interactions with other people and even if they do, they're ostracized as mentally damaged goods. There's a clear distinction and discrimination. When it comes to fellow orphans, it's more of they have bigger problems than to deal with other people's crap. It was life and there was no getting around it.

Anyway, she stopped her mind from wandering around useless things and instead listened to the answer Emil provided about the scar which Anna asked about. He talked that it was goodnight kiss from his sweet mother. She wasn't sure if that was considered normal or fine. She has no experience on what a mother should be or not, since she grew up without one at all. That's why she doesn't see that as disturbing as any other person would. "That's nice of your mother, Emil." She commented and that was not out of sarcasm. It was actually a true compliment which she seemed to receive as well from Anna about her hair.

She smiled happily at that. "Thanks, Anna!" She lowered her head a bit to peek at Anna's face who was avoiding looking at her. "You have beautiful eyes, you know. You shouldn't hide them." She noted not just because Anna said something nice about her. It was actually true in her personal opinion as she leaned back on her chair and then ran her fingers through her hair. Her hair is categorized as black but it comes of as blue and sometimes mauve as it reflects those colors under certain angles and lighting. It was during these moments that she does wonder to whom did she inherit her hair color from her father? mother? or both? Who did she looked like more? This made her release a sigh before returning her attention to the door.

There was a newcomer to the midst. Very white and has a questionable choice for an attire. She wasn't sure at first if the person was a girl or a boy but when he approached their place and spoke to Anna with such a decisive tone. It was then she could say that the person was a boy. That was rather cool in her standards. He was what people would call androgynous and that was enviable at many levels but she ended it at that point. Instead, she wondered why he seems familiar, same orphanage? It seems that her memory gets worse as times passes by. She should do something about it like eat food which will help to enhance he r memory and so forth. But before she can continue on that thought, she heard the curious conversation which Emil started. He seemed interested on the red thread on the newcomer's arm.

"I guess those two will get along." She noted to Anna as Emil also showed his arm that brandishes many scars. It made her wonder if that was given to him by his sweet mother. "But I guess, that guy also wants to get along with you as well." She said with a smile on her face. "I hope the same thing, after all I guess we should stick together, right? Same feathers and all." Her voice was friendly and gentle while she looked at Anna before looking at the wall clock hanging at the wall behind the old maid Beatrice. There were only a few minutes left before the check-ups and treatments begin once again.

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Behind the double doors of the waiting area, towards the end of the hallway, stood a glass conference room. Within it hung a four paned white board scribbled with dry erase markers. On one of the panes was a projected slideshow with information about the clinic's recent change in treatment. There was a long, wooden table aligned with black cushioned computer chairs whose seats were filled with several doctors well known throughout the clinic. Amongst the group were some of the most infamous doctors known as Gregory McFay, Cynthia Riley, and Lydia Grady. The most notable of the group were the two doctors who sat at the table's edge, Dr. Vincent Nox and the Director himself, Dr. Leonard Niel Vamsi.

Dr. Vamsi's eyes were narrowed at the scattered papers and manilla folders before him. His hands were clasped together beneath his chin, seemingly deep in thought. The lights were dimmed so that the images on the projector could be seen much more clearly, the blue light slightly reflecting off of his silver framed lenses. Each folder contained a profile of the clinic's orphans. He had been skimming through Emil Jasper's and Annalise Cassadine's folders specifically. The clinic had received some interesting phone calls about the two. Emil had cut a boy, which was really no surprise, but the victim's story was what intrigued the Director most. The orphanage claimed it was nonsense and just the child's imagination, but supposedly Emil's own cut had 'vanished' and transferred over to the victim. The same precise cut. Meanwhile, Annalise had been standing idly in the center of a group of children who had all fallen to the floor unconscious yet screaming in their sleep. They all reported the same exact story, claiming they had entered a dream and experienced a nightmare. Annalise had appeared as though she were sleeping with her eyes open until someone had grabbed her and everyone snapped out of the trance. How peculiar indeed.

"Dr. Nox, I would like to start meeting with these children. All of them who began the new treatment taking samples of Lanxol four weeks ago," said Dr. Vamsi with a curious stare regarding the handsome blonde. "We need to find out what causes these strange incidents. Are they side effects, coping mechanisms, genetic mutations? Record any oddities. Dr. Riley, I'd like you to conduct physicals and check on their vitals and blood. Check for everything."

His eyes flickered over towards Dr. Riley who held a calm gaze and soft smile. Her eyes were as clouded as ever though her appearance held a lovely sophistication. She simply nodded before clicking her pen to jot down some notes. Such a graceful woman, so kind and gentle yet horribly cruel underneath her facade.

"I should also mention that I'd like Dr. Nox to handle the medications of Emil and Annalise from now on. Grady, you'll continue to handle the others unless more of them begin to exhibit... symptoms. However, you'll continue their therapy and begin group sessions at once," Dr. Vamsi continued while tapping his pen against the table top. "Any questions?"

Dr. Grady, one of the psychiatrists and cognitive behavioral therapists, rolled her eyes but kept to herself as she read over the slide once more describing the uses of Lanxol. Lanxol maintained the appearance of black, hexagonal pills that were supposedly newly made anti-psychotics not yet released in the market. It was on the rather heavier side of the anti-psychotic drug classification used to treat hallucinations, delusions, thought disorders and extreme moods swings. It had heavily sedating side effects. Dr. Grady did not really believe in mental illness or this preposterous idea of 'abilities' the Director was now mentioning. But the job paid well and she enjoyed belittling the orphans here and their annoying problems. Dr. McFay on the other hand, one of the facility's top researchers was furiously writing away on his notepad. He was just as intrigued as the Director on this subject matter.

The Director then reached for the black corded telephone on the table and paged in for the nurse's station. He told them to begin fetching the orphans and have them wait in any empty examination rooms. "If there are no questions, we should end this meeting here seeing as it is almost time. If not, speak now or forever hold your peace."

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Blue-gray eyes watched the slide presentation that reflected a calmness so pristine and unwavering from what was being reported. It presented the results of a new drug Lanxol which had been administered to a selected group of orphans, a simple experimentation which yielded notes that the Director is highly interested in. This much could be told by the owner of those eyes who was none other than Dr. Vincent Nox. In any case, he does see the reason behind the interest. This is the very reason he had opted to get himself personally involved with the groundwork than sitting behind his desk away from the stench.

Though, he could also gather the differing reactions from his other colleagues in this clinic. There were other medical practioneers present but what stood out to him were the infamous trio which he had dubbed them as. Dr. McFay was thoroughly enthusiastic about this unlikely results which was the opposite of Dr. Grady who seems to believe it to be fallacy. As for Dr. Riley, the woman was a wolf in a lamb's clothing. Well, they were technically like that if anything else. The only factor that separates each of them was how they showcase such sides to the public and their patients.

His attention was taken promptly once the presentation was over by the Director or Dr Vamsi. The man looked at him with curious gaze. It seemed he wanted to meet the group of children subjected to the experimental drug. That was no problem at all. He had already taken the necessary preparations as he had already foresaw this. "Everything has been prepared. The children would be directed to individual examination rooms." He then handed Dr. Vamsi a clipboard containing a piece of document which he had targeted as most reactive to the new drug. It contains the names of Annalise Cassadine, Emil Jasper, Alice Clovers, Walter Wren Boyden, and Kyle White. "These children would serve your interest I am certain."

It was all stated with his cool and collected tone. This only added to his handsome profile which many would wonder why this person is still a bachelor. He is a well-recognized doctor on his own right and was an heir of a rich family. It would be easy for him to have a family but, he never did. There are also no rumors about him being attached or openly suggestive to any females. So indeed, he was a mystery both in professional and personal aspects. In any case, he will be doing what was asked of him by the Director. It would actually be a pleasure of his. "As you directed, Dr. Vamsi." He simply noted in reference for him accepting the duties tasked to him.

As for the meeting about to end, he has no questions and it seemed that was the same for everyone else. "I believe that this meeting is adjourned for now." He eloquently noted as he gathered his things on the desk. "If that is all, we should return to work. We cannot have our patients waiting now."

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Her purple set of eyes blinked in bewilderment as Emil explained the story behind his forehead's scar. When he asked her if she wanted to touch, she was not sure how to respond. Was that how people really loved each other? She supposed it made sense although it was a bit different from the affection her parents had once shown her. They would just hit her which felt normal after awhile even though it hurt. But some days they would show her kindness and although it was fake kindness used to torture her, it was something she began to long for more and more. Emil's attention was then torn away by the white haired boy that had just walked in. She felt captivated by his appearance, he seemed neither boy nor girl. His name was Kyle apparently, Ghost in fact. That was such a cool name! Anna felt a twinge of envy seeing her name as something boring. Her focus was then broken by Alice, "You have beautiful eyes, you know. You shouldn't hide them."

Annalise felt her cheeks sting with heat, uncertain of how to accept Alice's compliment. She began to twiddle her thumbs shyly and muttered a quick thanks before peeking back up at Alice with a smile. The boy known as Ghost had made his way over and hovered before her with a thumbs-up gesture. "I've never seen or met you before, but I can tell we'll be the best of friends." At this remark, Anna felt her mouth gaping and her body chilled. Best... friends? Anna never had a best friend before, let alone a friend. Yet here were all these people talking to her. Suddenly she had flicked her cheek to see if there was pain felt, just to confirm she was not dreaming. It left a slight red mark and she winced at her own flick before rubbing her cheek rather quickly. Ghost sat beside Emil as they exchanged some words about their cuts and scars. Though she was most amazed at the threading in Ghost's skin. It was done so intricately, it was rather nice to look at she supposed. Emil seemed fascinated as well and even asked to touch it. It made her smile and feel warm inside.

"Friends..." Anna whispered to herself, not intending for others to hear. Her eyes were lit with excitement and she sat began to sit upright, now gazing upon their faces in depth for the first time.

"I guess those two will get along," Alice said with a smile looking directly at Anna. "But I guess, that guy also wants to get along with you as well. I hope the same thing, after all I guess we should stick together, right? Same feathers and all."

Anna giggled a bit as she returned Alice's smile with one of her biggest. She tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear rather carefully before slightly leaning forward to look back at Ghost, "I'm Anna by the way, well, Annalise. But, you can just call me Anna." Her voice was very soft spoken and hesitant. She looked into Ghost's eyes, then Emil's, and then back at Alice's. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but it was something. Glancing back at the dusty floor, her feet kicked playfully back and forth seeing as they slightly dangled above ground. Her hands rested over her chest, gripping onto each other as she continued to smile timidly. What is this warm feeling inside? It feels... nice.

However, the joyous moment for Anna was short lived. The double doors opened with a woman nurse walking through holding a clipboard. Anna's demeanor completely changed into one of fear and her hands began to shake again. Her head cowered down as she tensed herself in the chair. The nurse was a bit surprised to see the orphans all crowding around each other. That did not happen often. She wrote something down on the board before saying, "Come now children. I'll direct you to your examining rooms." The nurse's face scrunched seeing that there was only four orphans waiting. Where was the fifth?

"Beatrice, where is that odd ball, Walter Wren Boyden? He's late," the nurse questioned in a miffed tone.

"He hasn't shown up yet. What would you like me to do?" Beatrice replied boredly.

"When he arrives, page in the Director. He should know about this," the nurse grunted before focusing back on the four orphans waiting for them to follow. Anna's eyes locked with the ground as she slowly grabbed her things feeling as though she were about to fall over. They know... They know! was all she could shout at herself in her mind. Her heart raced as she attempted to lift herself off the chair. "HURRY UP!" the nurse barked impatiently.

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An overwhelming excitement filled the green-haired boy as he was given the permissions he wanted. With a gaze fixed on the bright red thread embedded into the pale boy's wrist flesh, he finished reaching out to the arm and gingerly touched a couple of fingertips to the thread. He visibly shivered with delight as the contrast. The fuzz of thread right next to the cool, smooth skin was absolutely pleasing to the touch. How bizarre and different this was! There really was so much attention to detail in the patterns... It was both enticing and repulsive. His smile was shaky as his breath drew more scattered as he traced along some of the pathing in the boy's arm. "It's... so pretty. And it feels really good. On my fingers, you know? It's... what's the word? I don't know, but it's really cool..." His voice was much more quiet than before, almost as if the boy was in a trance of sorts. He wanted to keep touching at it, but the fact that the other boy had not touched his arm made Emil withdraw his hand. "Thank you so very much... Do they go all over? I see some on your lip." Curious eyes drifted along the younger boy's figure as Emil wondered just how far the threading went. It was fantastic to imagine.

With a sigh, Emil flicked his arm to allow the sleeve to fall back and consume the entire length of the appendage. "Well, I'm sorry... Sort of. Not really. I may not be as artistic as you, but it's not like I get to choose how my scars are." He did not bother mentioning any more than that, mentally zipping his own mouth shut. He wasn't allowed to talk about those sorts of things, after all. His gaze fell upon the pure white of the oversized sleeves that covered his arms as his regular, more wicked smile stole his lips once more. "I still think you're pretty... don't worry." He was speaking to his arms, rather than Ghost or the two young ladies in the room, as though he were trying to reassure the limbs. Hearing the Ghost boy's voice again, his wide eyes met his as he listened to his question. "I get to introduce myself three times in one day? I knew today was wonderful!" Rising from his chair, he spun around once, falling forward in a bow, only stumbling one step as momentum took him. "Emil Jasper, at your service." He dropped his head with the introduction only to snap back up and fall back in the clinic chair. He was positively giddy with excitement. He met three new people who didn't look at him like he was a crazy monster! He couldn't think of any way to make this day bad.

"Oh, where are the doctors?" He turned to face the girls as he asked this question, assuming for some reason that they would know. "It's about time, right? Oh, I hope I get miss Grady today! She gets along really nicely with me.♪" If only he understood that was not the case... And it was unlikely, given that he was early today. "It's about 11:30, isn't it? I wonder if I get to use the bucket on them if they're late..." The boy looked up at a blank spot on the ceiling in thought, his little smile indicating that he was enjoying whatever that daydream he was having was. The mental image clearly pleased him somehow. Not a minute after he asked, a rather rude nurse entered and barked for them all to follow. He jumped up with excitement, spinning his way across the room to where the nurse waited. "Oh yay! Okay, I'll see all you new friends later!~♪" He clearly saw this place with a completely different perspective from the rest. Perhaps ignorance was bliss... at least for him.

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Thursday | 11:30 AM | Newholt Clinic

Alice has a small smile on her face. It seemed that everyone was getting acquainted one way or another. That was good. It was far better than waiting for some useless treatment and all. Though, she wasn't sure if that was the same for the others with her. But, she just couldn't see what wrong with the three she was seated with. To her, they seemed perfectly normal and within their own limits of preferences. So, what was to cure really? She then glanced towards Anna who introduced herself to the new guy who she had heard to be Kyle White. She followed suit which should be politest thing to do. "Hello to you, the name is Alice." She said with a smile to Kyle before watching Emil doing the same with more flair apparently.

She couldn't help but clapped her hands in amusement and appreciation. This was probably the most fun experience she has with this place. "Bravo, Emil!" Her little noise caught Beatrice's attention who scolded them to quiet down. "Silence you brats!" Alice looked at the older woman and stuck out her tongue at her. "Don't be such a sourpuss!" She answered back and somehow, Beatrice was about to retort as well but, she changed her attention to Emil who said that it was about time, so where are the doctors. She looked at the wall clock and that was true. "They'll be here soon." She answered the question but as his preference for doctors. She can't comment about that. She really doesn't like them because they keep diagnosing her with an illness that she doesn't have. For all she cares, they must be just quack doctors.

Her trail of thought was interrupted when the double doors did open showing that screeching nurse. Yes, that is what she calls her. "I guess they're here Emil." She noted as she stood from her chair. It should be best to finish this mandatory check-ups as quickly as possible so, they can go on with their actual lives. She caught at the corner of her eyes that Anna was more than nervous than ever. She was moving rather slow and almost trembling which visibly upset that screeching nurse barking up impatiently. This instantly unnerved Alice as she faced the nurse with a glare. She was actually the labeled black sheep of the orphans, because she was rather opinionated and would fight them. Unlike the others who are affected by their psychobabble treatments, she seemed unaffected and does respond like any normal person. "Don't talk to us like that you Chucked up Doll."

The nurse was instantly red in the face as she angrily retorted. It's true she just met these guys, but it doesn't mean she won't speak when she sees something she doesn't like at all. "What did you call me!?" The nurse thought that Alice would cower in regret, but she was completely wrong about that. "It seems to me you're the one who have problems with hearing. We can walk so, don't talk to us like that." She then pointed her finger at the nurse who was fuming. "Plus, if we aren't here you won't have a job anyway. Judging how you lack both in the head and face department." That was certainly enough for the nurse as she called the other male nurses. It seemed they decided to sedate Alice. "You'll regret this, you loudmouth!"

They went towards Alice who stood her ground and just glared at them. She was not going down without a fight that's for sure.

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Ghost's smile stayed plastered on his thin lips as the boy's head turned to him once more. Having just asked for his name, Ghost was practically giddy with anticipating and sheer excitement. Such emotions had him fidgeting wildly in his chair. In the space of a few seconds he had already perched himself upon the chair in a squat, his hands digging into the soft fabric between his feet. When he realised that the green-haired boy was just about as excited as he was, as was shown by his comment about introductions, Ghost released a childish-sounding giggle and his smile widened from ear to ear. The boy shot up from his seat and finally introduced himself as Emil Jasper. This caused Ghost's lips to part, revealing a set of glistening white teeth, as he grinned happily. "Emil..." he repeated under his breath as his eyes drifted upwards for a brief moment. "I've never met an Emil before... I don't think, anyway..." Having confused himself a little, his expression had shifted from utter joy to one of blank curiosity mixed with hints of a struggle to sort through his limited memories. It was then that Ghost finally registered the last few seconds of Emil's sentence. At your service, the words echoed through his mind. "What could that mean?" he questioned, his voice barely audible over the dull buzzing of the light bulb; he also dragged out the last word of his sentence as he lost his balance as his butt landed on the cushioned chair.

It was only when Emil began talking to the girls on the other side of him that Ghost finally lost interest in the rest of the orphans and instead turned his attention towards the woman behind the counter. She looked bored, but Ghost really wasn't too great at reading people's faces... Could've been that the countless years of sitting behind that desk of hers had withered her features and robbed her of any sign of joy in her life. It was almost enough to make him pity her, but then he remember the disgusted way in which she stared at him when he entered in the first place and the way she so obviously dismissed his greeting. No, no... he thought, I don't pity her. His eyes were tracing each wrinkle on her aged face, thinking of how young she would look if he could pull the skin back and work his needle and thread to keep it that way. "Some skin cream, perhaps?" he spoke aloud, causing her to look up from her desk. When she noticed that he was staring her dead in the eye, her grey eyebrows lowered in a disgruntled glare. Almost without thinking about it, his tongue burst through his closed lips and he squinted his eyes shut in a mocking manner. Then he opened his eyes and smiled. "You're an old hag," he said through a laugh, though it was cut short as the upper and lower sets of teeth clenched together. She was not pleased to accept the truth, it seemed. Ghost was.

When the old woman didn't retaliate, Ghost settled into his chair and tried to relax. However, before he knew it, his legs were trembling with a desire to kick someone or something and so he stood immediately. He turned and booted the chair lightly, not hard enough to draw excessive attention but enough to make his big toe throb dully afterwards. The lack of feeling made him giggle, his arms wrapped around his own stomach as he allowed his weight to slump to the ground. He ripped off the slipper and squeezed the toe forcefully until he felt some sensation of pain, then wriggled his foot back into the warmth and softness of the slipper. It was enough to cause him to squeal in delight. However, his attention was immediately being dragged towards the nurse who had burst through a set of doors somewhere in the hall. Having sat with his back to that area, he had to crane his neck backwards in order to see her, though his lack of balance caused him to drop onto his back with another high-pitched squeal. He listened intently as she said something about taking them to individual examination rooms, or something to that extent. And, for the first time that day - possible that week - Ghost frowned briefly. It was his least favourite time of the day.

Ghost stayed put for the time being, even though every fibre in his body was telling him to get up and follow Emil through the doors. His legs were kicking rather wildly, almost as if he was riding a bike upside down, and his fingers twitched actively. His eyes were fixated on the dark-haired girl who seemed to be starting an argument of some description with someone else in the room, but he did not bother to find out who it was exactly. He heard voices, but he never saw the faces. Watching the purple-haired girls face, he noticed that she seemed to be in a rather agitated mood. It was perfectly understandable, he thought, to not want to go in for a medical examination... being probed and force-fed medication. The though put a smile back on his creepy little face. "Ooooh, the pills," he cried, his girlish voice allowing him to sing the words.

He only realised he was getting distracted again when the girl seemingly readied herself for a physical struggle. In response to this, he stood and struck one leg out, throwing his arms back. He threatened to fall but managed to regain his balance after a short wobble. "Now, now, purple-haired lady," he sang, spinning in a circle until he was stood directly in front of her. He gripped her shoulders, but not forcefully. "The sooner we go in there and let ourselves be probed and drugged, the sooner we can get out and go home, huh?" He grinned, a little maniacally, mainly because he didn't think he really wanted to leave. Without waiting for a response, he spun on his heel and practically skipped towards the doors. His excitement caused his skip to turn gradually into a series of long-distanced jumps until he almost disappeared through the open door. He stopped and turned, flashing a toothy grin and giving a wave to all the orphans he was leaving behind. And by all, he meant the only two left. Then, in a mere second, he was gone...

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Genuinely surprised by Alice's reaction to the nurse, Anna gasped and quickly grabbed the girl's hand. She saw her as someone precious and endearing, even if they had just met. "Alice! I-It's okay. Please don't fight with them," Annalise found herself pleading with her new friend. But it seemed as though she were too late, for the nurses came swarming in ready to detain Alice. Her breath fell short and her body quivered with fright seeing a rather large syringe being unwrapped then retrieving serum from a small glass tube. Anna was frozen and wide eyed, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead. Emil and Ghost had already made their way inside past the double doors. Though Anna was feeling mortified.

"Ms. Cassadine, is there also going to be an issue with you? We'd be more than happy to accommodate," the female nurse growled, visibly irritable. Reluctantly, Anna gripped her bag tightly and trekked over towards the nurse. She did not dare look at the woman or back at Alice, for guilt washed over. The hallway felt so dark and grim. In her books, the color white always represented something pure or of light, though in this moment she felt it could only represent death. To her left was the nurse's station. Some were busy on their computers, others with paperwork, few were on the phones and a couple of them just lightly chatted with each other. It was an eerie feeling, as though this were all just a typical day at work. Everyone was unfazed, uncaring, not even bothered. Anna's lips were pressed together in a frown. She now dragged her bag across the floor, ready to accept her fate. A male nurse walked out from behind the nurse's counter then approached Emil and Ghost.

"Mr. Jasper, you will be seeing the Director first today. He's requested to speak with you, I'll guide you to his office. So behave yourself," the man spoke in a monotone voice. "As for you, Mr. White, please head to examination room number two."

The nurse's attention then diverted itself to Anna, who barely glimpsed at him. He walked towards her while sucking in his teeth. He wore green colored scrubs paired with white sketchers. It was a rather lazy combination in Anna's opinion. "You're having a switch in psychiatrists, Anna. You'll be seeing Dr. Nox from now on. Shouldn't there be two more of you scheduled in for 11:30?"

The man peered through the double doors seeing the other nurse handling the fourth orphan. The fifth wasn't in sight. Shaking his head, he turned and mentioned for the three to follow behind him. As they passed a couple of rooms, Anna could not help but notice other orphans who had been there prior to their scheduled time. Some of them quickly muttered to themselves, staring off vacantly towards the white walls. Others were weeping and some outright drooled on themselves. It made Anna extremely uncomfortable. The male nurse showed Kyle to his room while saying Dr. Riley would be seeing him shortly. Anna was dropped off at some sort of office space while the nurse wandered off with Emil somewhere. Feeling doomed, she took a few deep breaths before gently knocking on the door to let this Dr. Nox know she was there. She did not bother in introducing herself. Meanwhile, the nurse stopped at the end of the hallway with Emil, knocking on the door to let the Director know they arrived.



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"There are things in this world that you cannot oppose, no matter how hard you try."




As the meeting concluded, Dr. Vamsi gathered his folders and stacked his papers in an orderly fashion. He nodded at Dr. Nox then dismissed his employees. The walk to his office from the conference room was short and he shut the door behind him as he gathered his thoughts. So far Anna and Emil had displayed this strange onset of symptoms. Though Emil's incident was more intriguing to him at the moment. If in fact, all that has occurred was due to their new treatment, he could only imagine the possibilities. However, Vamsi wished they could have perfectly healthy and normal test subjects as well. They needed a control group for this sort of research. He would have to consider that later on.

He alphabetized his folders before placing them back onto their respective shelves in the file cabinets, though he kept Emil's and Anna's then placed them on his desk neatly stacked on top of each other. The faint sound of jazz played softly in the background from his small stereo that rested on a glass table leaning against the wall. Such a calming sound, he thoroughly enjoyed his music. He took a seat behind his desk and pulled open one of his drawers to remove a silicon cloth from a case before wiping his glasses clean. He was a bit obsessive in this, always diligently cleaning his round lenses several times a day. His black desk was noticeably immaculate. Oddly immaculate. Not an item was out of place, not even his pens or pencils. Even the leaves of a small fern plant seemed perfectly kempt. Each leaf appeared evenly spread and equal in length even if that were not the case. The rest of his office space was no different. One would almost feel guilty for walking in, as though one misplaced footstep would dirty the entire place. Anything hanging on the walls from picture frames to clocks also appeared evenly aligned with about a foot of distance in between. This was just the way Vamsi liked it. It refreshed him. He was leaning back in his leather chair with his legs crossed elegantly when there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, Director. But the patient, Emil, has arrived," a male nurse spoke as he creaked the door open. Vamsi simply nodded with acknowledgment.

"Yes, of course. Send him in right away," Vamsi replied eagerly. He supposed first he should get to know this boy and how his mind works exactly. Vamsi knew psychology, and how to prod at one's mind for answers. Though from reports and the brief encounters in the past, he knew Emil was no ordinary orphan. This may prove to be difficult. He leaned forward again in his chair, folding his hands to lean his mouth against as he waited for the boy to take a seat.

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Thursday | 11:30 AM | Newholt Clinic

Alice was not sure what happened when the boy, named Kyle as she heard earlier stepped in front of her. This also effectively prevented the nurse and other employees to restrain her immediately. Kyle placed his hands on her shoulders which she obviously flinched at. It wasn't forceful and it didn't bring her any pain. It's just that sudden actions as touching her when she didn't ask or instigated it bring her obvious discomfort. She stiffed a bit, but still managed to understand what he was saying to her. He called her purple-haired lady. "It's Alice, my name." She managed to say as the boy continued giving her a sense to all of this.

The sooner she allowed these pigs to do what they want. The faster they can go home. That was really logical, but, she didn't like the way they being spoken to. She was about to say something even when Kyle had gone ahead, but someone held her hand. She looked at the owner of it and found it to be Anna. The girl was asking her not to fight anymore and that it's fine. She somehow calmed down at that but, the nurse and her so-called henchmen saw this as an opportunity to sedate her. They swarmed around her and removing her from Anna's side as she felt the needle of the syringe piercing through her skin on her right arm.

The drug's effectiveness did not take long as she felt all of her strength leaving her. This is one of the reasons, she doesn't like this place at all. She doesn't like feeling helpless and weak. Her consciousness wavered as she began stumbled and fainted. It was a good thing a staff had every intention of catching her. She was carried away to her designated examination room where her assigned doctor would be taking care of her. She was not much of a priority as the others since, she had yet to exhibit anything that could be categorized as odd or weird, except to the fact that she doesn't have a split personality.


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Annalise Cassadine will be under his care from now on. There was nothing wrong with that arrangement. He welcomed it, especially with these very interesting results. This was the reason he had opted to enter the entire process than be outside of it and be a simple observer. He was curious of these findings along with the experimental drug. He placed Annalise Cassadine's files on his cherry redwood desk as he sat comfortably on his leatherette swivel chair. His office was on par with the Director's. Everything was in proper place and neatly to the eyes. His office contained a lot of bookshelves filled with books of countless information in them. It was notable that he was a man who liked reading.

There were little decorations in his office aside from the certifications, awards, diploma, and so on intricately hanged on his wall. They were arranged by chronological order. As for personal and family pictures, none of that could be seen. But, there was the scent of chamomile tea perforating within his office. It was a calming one as it was on his desk in a delicate manner. He took it into his hand and drank a portion of it before a soft knock echoed through his door. Putting down his tea, he looked at the door with his gray-blue eyes and spoke. "Come in." After saying that, he looked at the grandfather clock which could be found at the corner of his office. He was mindful of the time and does not like doing things unnecessarily late as much as possible.

The door was unlocked so, it would be fine for that person on the other side of the door to enter. If he was correct, it would be his patient, Annalise Cassadine. He simply sat there and waited for the girl to enter. There would be a lot of things he would be prodding him about and that was simply part of his profession.

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As soon as Annalise heard the doctor on the other side of the door give permission for her to enter, she slowly twisted the knob before gently pushing her way in. Very briefly, Anna's eyes met the pair of gray-blue eyes of the man before her who sat eloquently before his cherry redwood desk. What lovely taste he has in decor. She observed his long, narrow face and seemingly flawless skin that practically glowed under the light. His hair was of a platinum blonde color in which the lighting bounced off of. It was on the longer side and had accompanied his facial features in a rather elegant manner. Anna found herself somewhat attracted by his appearance, but her gaze did not last long as her eyes dropped to the floor while she made her way to the seat across from him. Her delicate hands had grasped onto a few strands of hair in which she nervously began to stroke somewhat quickly. She would not dare look at the man's face again out of fear and embarrassment. The lack of self esteem and confidence was very evident based off of her body language alone.

"I'm Anna..." she practically whispered hardly able to hear herself. Her face was tinged with red, frustrated at her failed attempt to speak up. Introductions were never quite her forte, especially when it came to the doctors. Anyone who worked at this clinic easily made her nervous. In the few moments she awaited his response, her anxiety began to peak. It was as though hands were clasped around her throat trying to choke her while her skin began to tingle with nervous energy. Her nose and brows had lost their feeling and she could even feel the tingling sensations along her shoulder blades as well as her hands.

As Anna sat, she could not help but notice the countless amount of books stacked amongst the shelves. There were so many and there seemed to be a lot of textbooks. Aligned perfectly along the walls were awards, a diploma and certifications. However, Anna noted the same name written in bold letters across the bottom of each of them, Vincent A. Nox. He was obviously a man of excellent intellect. Anna did like the fact that he seemed to read quite often. She supposed this was an okay trait to have in common. The scent of chamomile then caught her attention as her eyes darted towards the doctor's mug that was still steaming with heat. The smell was somewhat comforting, but it certainly was not enough to calm her. Soon her short, jagged fingernails found their way towards her mouth as she began to nibble on them. She was finished with her observations. It really did not tell her much anyway. Who was this man? Why was he replacing Dr. Grady? This must be some sort of punishment for her crimes. Perhaps he was more cruel than that insensitive Dr. Grady. Maybe she was going to be disciplined. She wondered if he even knew of yesterday's events.



OOC || Sorry for the delay and such a short post everyone. It's been a busy week. Tagged you all to let you know we still be going!




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Surely, there she came in. Their eyes met and he could tell that the girl was observing him and even the environment he chose to envelope himself with. It was not hard to tell for him. The girl who had been reported to cause a rather interesting event where a group of children, same age as hers cried in pain and fear near her. An odd occurrence, but what caught his and the Director's interest was the fact, she had been at the center of it. There are also rather something to be noted with the data about her, ever since the experimental drug had been tested. He was not against the idea of using the children as lab rats so to speak. In science, there will always be experiments and as such, there will always be those who would be the test subjects and the researchers. That is simply how it is. But since, he did pledge to save lives as a doctor. He does ensure that the children are at best being treated and alive.

For a remainder, the room was silent and he did not speak a word as the girl took her seat on the chair across his desk. She also introduced herself in which he believed was just a polite gesture, useless in any case. He is already aware who she is and practically, he knows more about her than she does know about herself. He casually picked up the document on his desk and focused his sights on it. "Annalise Cassadine." He started. His voice was smooth like velvet and it did not hold any kind of resentment or annoyance. It was calm and collected. "You will be under my care from now on." He lowered the documents which contained all of the information about Annalise on hand.

"I am Dr. Nox." His eyes looked at the young girl who was now chewing on her nails. "Being nervous would not do you any good with me." He stated with such certainty. His eyes were not eyeing it with dislike, but he was simply stating a fact based on his own observations of her mannerisms. "Dr. Grady had already informed me of her findings about you. I do not see any conflicting diagnosis from my own at the moment." He paused at that moment and placed down the papers back on his desk in a neatly order. With his hand free, he took hold of his mug and took a drink of his chamomile tea. He was different from Dr. Grady who saw impatience with her patients and seeing them as a weakling in facing their reality. That is another angle, but everyone does that even the one known as strongest.

Placing down his mug once more, Vincent gazed at Annalise once more. "Anna. That is what you want to be called, an effort on your part to invoke a sense of familiarity which could lead to bonds known as friendship, I gather." He was able to say that without even rising his tone to depict annoyance or making it sound so presumptuous of him. It was like simply discussing the current weather for him. "You must be conjecturing that you are to be punished for the incident involving the other children who all stated that they suffered a traumatizing nightmare." He continued on. "Same nightmares that I believe you have been having." Taking a pause, he assessed the girl's reaction to his words. She was fearful and nervous which are justified in more ways than one.

"Tell me, Ms. Cassadine. Are you the one responsible for it? Just a reminder. I do not like being lied to."" His voice did not hold any threat, but his eyes were not smiling nor was it showing any sense of warmth. It was cold and distant.

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With every single movement Emil made, the Director's hard gray eyes carefully watched and digested. This was Emil. Oh yes, he has heard many things about Emil in the past. He did not move an inch as Emil waltzed into his office, not even acknowledging him. The boy even had the audacity to touch one of his most treasured painting that was famously known as, The Scream by Edvard Munch. His jaw locked as the boy angled it incorrectly and stated, "That's a bit better."

Though it was barely noticeable since his mouth was hidden behind his hands. The boy then continued to smile in what many would consider creepy, though the Director was seemingly unaffected. His expression was callous. He seemed neither interested nor disinterested. It was quite hard to tell. Emil then sat cross-legged on the floor after introducing himself which also irked the Director. How distasteful that he has no manners, the Director thought as he now glared down at the boy. Adjusting his glasses with his middle finger at the bridge, he cleared his throat, "Yes, I already know who you are Emil. Please, have a seat. I insist. These floors are quite filthy, never staying clean for long. Anyway, I am the director here of this clinic." His words were very firm and more of an order than a hospitable gesture. Emil had already annoyed him by moving the painting. These kids had no manners or consideration whatsoever, orphan or not. The man did not even bother giving his full name, seeing it as unimportant his guinea pigs know of such a thing.

His attention was then thwarted towards Emil's folder in which he began to scurry through looking for something specific. He stopped at a picture with a slight, "Aha!" and tugged it out while laying it upside down on his desk so that Emil could not see it yet. However, he remained silent while observing Emil's expression and demeanor for a long while. All that could be heard through the eerie silence was the soft jazz playing in the background. The Director seemed to have notice and he pulled out a small remote from his right drawer to turn it off. Now it was completely quiet. Finally, he decided to break the silence, "Actually Emil, I know a great deal about you. Most likely more than you even know about yourself. Than anyone here at this clinic. But I thought it was time we got to know each other on a... personal level." The Director had paused in his statement followed by a sinister smile that firmly planted itself across his lips. He was observing Emil carefully again. As though the young man were a creature that truly fascinated him. "How are you feeling by the way? You started a new treatment recently. Our meetings will now be a new addition to your treatment. However, I was wondering how this has all been affecting you?"

The Director's left palm now rested atop the mysterious upside down picture he had laid flat on his desk before him. There was a stress over his usage of the word, 'affecting' indicating something else. Perhaps he would not need to use the photo. Maybe Emil would cooperate. Though the boy was looking so unkempt. His hair was a mess and in need of a trim. How very unfortunate that he cannot even care for himself in the morning. Clearly he was just too sick to do so. With these observations, the Director grabbed his notepad that was resting neatly to his right. He then removed a pen from the pocket of his cotton white coat before jotting down a few notes.

Easily distracted...

Unkempt appearance...

Very energetic, almost manic...

Overattentive when focused...

Have not shown patient triggering photo yet.


Poor soul. These symptoms would need to be addressed as soon as possible with Dr. Nox. He'd pass these notes along once their meeting with each other concluded. He then removed his lenses, pulling out his beige silicon cloth to wipe them clean once more. He was very interested in the boy's response, curiosity being reflected off his cold pair of gray-colored eyes.




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He knows! I'm done for! I knew this would happen!
What do I say?
If I admit to it, will they increase my meds? Oh please, don't increase my meds.
I don't even need medicine!
It was just an accident, I promise! Wait, no! NO! I don't know what happened, okay!?
It was all just a dream, I swear! It was a dream! I'm fine because I didn't do it!


In the brief instant after Dr. Nox asked her if she was responsible, Anna felt herself begin to choke. Her thoughts started to race. Her demeanor was becoming quite agitated and she fidgeted in her seat a bit too much. She furiously chewed on her fingernails nervously and occasionally would tug at the collar of her shirt as if she were overheated. The thoughts were becoming overbearing and finally she shouted rather quickly, "I didn't do anything! I don't know what happened! I'm just as confused! Honest!" Her voice cracked at the end of her outburst. She did not like this man. He was too calm, too relaxed, too cold with his words. It was driving her mad and making her extremely uncomfortable. Her chest began to heave heavily as anxiety poured through her realizing the mistake she made. She lost her cool. Most likely she would regret this. Nothing good ever came from expressing one's self. This doctor was so good at hiding his own feelings! How did he do it so well!?

Suddenly, she felt compelled to continue speaking for herself as though it would disregard her outburst and noticeably hastened speech, "I didn't have any nightmares. They had nightmares. I was just standing there and then I sort of blacked out. I don't know why they did. I don't even remember them falling asleep. I wasn't even asleep, I was still awake! I just don't remember because I was scared."

Finally Anna looked up at Dr. Nox, her eyes glistening with water as frustrated tears threatened to escape her tear ducts. She was biting down on her lip with worry and trying to hold herself back from saying more. But the words kept pouring out uncontrollably, "Don't increase my medicine. I don't need the medicine. Please! The medicine makes me crazy!" Anna gasped as she finished her sentence, clasping her hands over her mouth. This was all a mistake. A huge mistake. Why did she even speak? Now she was doomed. Throughout all her outbursts, Dr. Nox was seemingly unfazed. He remained perfectly calm and in him doing so, it only seemed to make her more unstable. Instead she gripped her head, digging the remainder of her jagged fingernails into her temples as she stared back at the ground wide eyed and almost in shock. She was repulsed by her own actions.




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ImageA rather bored Dr. Lydia Grady entered the reception area in which an unconscious Alice Clovers was sprawled out across the floor. She clucked her tongue with disapproval as she approached the unconscious girl and group of nurses that surrounded her with an empty syringe. Her right forearm was clinging to her own personal clipboard that had charts and all sorts of notes pinned together. She wore a tight brown dress that fell just above her knees paired with solid brown closed-toed heels along with her long cotton white coat that all the doctors here wore.

"Ugh, already? She didn't even make it through the doors," Grady groaned with distaste as she acknowledged Alice on the floor. "Well I don't have all day, put her on a stretcher and bring her to one of the overnight rooms seeing as we can't use an examination room for... this."

"A filthy mouth that one has. Doesn't know when to shut her mouth and lacks any sign of respect!" Beatrice growled from behind her desk, looking up from her own paperwork.

ImageGrady turned and glanced at Beatrice curiously before smirking, "Oh? Is that so? We'll have to address that then." At this point the nurses had lifted Alice onto a stretcher and began to push her down the hallway. Dr. Grady sighed as though she were the one being tortured than followed after the nurses and stretcher. At the nurses station stood the 'delicate' Dr. Riley who was smiling sweetly as she discussed with the two remaining nurses what tools she required for the physicals. Some of the items she requested seemed completely unrelated to the procedure, but Grady never questioned Riley's methods. Riley had her own way of doing things and if anything, Grady found it to be somewhat adorable of the seemingly gentle doctor. "Poor Cynthia, seems like you get to deal with the thread boy first today," Dr. Grady teased as she passed her coworker. Dr. Riley simply smiled in response feeling all too happy about today's work.

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Throughout the outburst of his patient, Vincent remained completely calm. He sat there gazing at the young girl as if he watching a television show which did not trigger his interest. Like, it has no bearing to him which was not far off from the truth. Still, it would be a wrong conclusion that he does not take what she is doing to account. His eyes watched her every movement with such great detail and in an objective manner. All of her gestures pointed to her nervousness, fear, and anxiety. It was a typical reaction as far as his professional opinion goes. There was nothing notable or intriguing thus far about her.

Her answer was that the event happened without her knowledge. She was not aware. She was confused. She doesn't know. It shows that she was pleading her case to him, that she was innocent through it all. She even added a request not to increase her medications. Her fear was real as it could be and that was something he could not blame her for. Her reaction afterwards was that of repulsion or disgust of her words. It would be common as she allowed her emotions to take reign of over her. On the other hand, he simply remained quiet while reaching for his mug of tea again. He took another drink in a collected and sophisticated manner. It was hard to know if he was taking the situation in front of him seriously or not.

After a while, he put down the mug and finally spoke breaking the haunting silence which hanged in the room. "Ms. Cassadine." He started "Your reaction is contradictory to what you are implying. I would advise that you calm down. I am not here to punish you." It came out without any kind deceit or doubt. He was certain about the words which came out of his lips. "I am your doctor. It is my duty to ensure your health, specifically your mental stability." His eyes never wavered and gazed at Annalise. "I will listen to all you have to say and I would not disregard it as a fabrication." That is the cold and simple truth. He is here as a doctor and his primary objective is to cure the patients though, he is not above doing such things with the added benefit of his satisfaction. This of course is something he does not hide. "As for your medication, they are increased due to your own condition. It is done to curb your own manic expressions. "

In simpler terms, he is indicating that it is her own doing that the medications given to her are increased. She is the one responsible for it. "The drugs allow addresses the sudden changes to your brain process which causes your stated mental illness, the distortion. In summary, it prevents. Yet you say, it makes you 'crazy'." He stated with the added opinion of hers. "This indicates that when that is removed your sense of perception which is categorized as unstable will be regarded by you as reality which to us will impair you greatly" He leaned on his chair and remained silent for a moment before continuing. "Are your dreams more pleasant Ms. Cassadine than reality?"

Whether she answered or not, his next words indicated what he intends to do his patient even if that was not easily obvious at first. "I will remove all other prescribed medications except for one. You will take Lanxol solely."As he said that, he wrote the said drug down neatly and perfectly on his prescription note with the frequency it should be taken and how. The director had left to his responsibility the medications of Annalise Cassadine and Emil Jasper. His eyes focused on the pad before him as he continued speaking. "Depending on our consultations and your condition, I will decide whether you should be given another or none at all." He then returned his eyes on her form. "That odd incident reported has been taken account as well. I suggest you help yourself, Ms Cassadine."


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Without a moment of hesitation, Alice's eyes opened widely as if something electrified her to wake up. She felt a great amount of fear coursing through her body which she has no idea where it had came from. Her heart beat in an erratic pattern which makes breathing rather hard. She began to take deep breaths to calm herself. It would not be good for her as she slowly remember the events which took place before she lost her consciousness. They sedated her to keep her quiet and more easy to handle. She could not even count the times anymore since putting her to sleep had been done to her many times. She was rather used to it but, it didn't mean she could not hate it being done to her.

When she sensed her body calming down and the unknown fear subsiding, Alice took consideration where she is exactly. Her eyes began to look around. This was not the examination room she would often be brought to. She managed herself to sit up and narrowed her eyes as she saw some of the nurses present. These people clearly gets on her nerves. It was then she finally noticed a presence that she was rather familiar with. "You do know that this practically useless. I am not sick or whatever you like to call it." She firmly stated with obvious annoyance on her voice. She was never the kind to hide her emotions especially the ones leaning to aggression. "You should know that, Dr. Grady." She drawled out that name as if it was poison. "Unless, you're not a real doctor." There was smirk on her lips along with the condescending tone she was. It was clear that she was not the kind who would sit idly or be moved to the flow of the program.



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You will take Lanxol solely. Lanxol. It was as though the words echoed throughout her racing mind. Almost made her brow twitch as she continued to gape at the floor. Dr. Nox once again brought up the incident and asked her about her dreams. She did not respond immediately, instead she remained quiet. Her breath was heavy as she struggled for control. Even vision felt tunneled and everything began to feel so surreal.

“Dr. Nox,” she piped. “Am I dreaming now?”

Though the anxiety and prickling sensations against her skin answered that question for her. No, she was not dreaming. His calm and empty words were undoing. She kept dodging his question, not willing to answer for yesterday. But the events that had occurred began to circle around her mind.

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"Aw, poor little Annalise can't even look at us! What's wrong Anna? Cat got your tongue!" a little girl laughed as she dangled a book Anna was reading high above in the air before her. The girl was taller and wider than she. Anna was no match.

"Careful now, we don't know when Anna may snap! Maybe we can get her to jump out the window? After all, she says she can fly," a boy said mockingly as he hovered over her.

“S-Stop it...” Anna pleaded, her lip trembling as she stared down at the black tiled floor. She hated them. They wouldn't understand. No one understands. She hated them. She hated them. The words kept repeating in her mind like an echo. They started to laugh at her. Why were they laughing!? Was there something on her face!? She HATED them! Her teeth began to grit as she fought back her tears. Was it because of her illness? No one should laugh at the ill. That calls for punishment. It's okay Anna, they won't laugh at you anymore. They won't laugh anymore. She began to tell herself such things. As she continued staring at the floor, she saw shadow like creatures emerge from the tiles. They had long, monstrous claws and sharp black teeth. There was a creature for each of the children except herself. They lunged for everyone, and everyone began to scream. Anna glanced up to see the creatures attacking each of them, clawing their faces and ripping open their stomachs. Each creature began to chant sinister words as they mauled each child, "Silly children shouldn't laugh. Silly children should be punished."

Annalise was pleased. She continued to watch, a smile tugging at her lips even though she knew she should not smile. Suddenly, someone grabbed her shoulder and she snapped out of this trance like state she appeared to be in. The monsters completely disappeared and no one had actually be injured at all. Everyone was in one piece, everyone was fine. Anna was bewildered. But everyone had seen exactly what she did and they were oh so terribly afraid. They fled and never bothered her again.


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Annalise blinked as she recalled the events, practically reliving them without the dreaming part. It unsettled her to remember. She did not like how pleased she felt to see others in pain, yet it made her feel so satisfied after the pain they caused her. Imagine if she could do such a thing to these doctors? No! She must not think of such things. But how did she do it in the first place? It would be interesting to try it again... No! She can't do that either.

“Lanxol is the one that started making me feel strange,” Anna muttered nervously. “Like I can't control myself. So can I stay on the others, just not that one?”

She thought carefully about everything Dr. Nox had mentioned so far. Though she had to admit she had no idea what most of it even meant. Probably just more analysis of her psyche. Something of that sort. However, he said he would not punish her and it sounded like he actually meant it. Taking a few deep breaths, she began to relax in her seat even though the thoughts were still running around rampantly in her mind. Could she trust this man and talk to him? Maybe there were a few kind souls in this clinic after all. Maybe he could help. If she could just get him to understand why she should not be on Lanxol, perhaps he'd take her off of it. Excitement danced around in her purple irises and she made eye contact with Dr. Nox a second time. Her mood began to feel quite elated and she appeared curious more than anything else. Her demeanor was completely changing. Leaning forward in her seat she spoke in a low tone, “Say, can I trust you with a big secret?”




OOC:: Will have a post for Dr. Grady soon. Ran out of time to write because of work... Also waiting on Senpai before I post for Director and respond to Skul.

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Calm as an untouched river, Vincent placed the pad he held back to his table. His gray-blue eyes never leaving the visage of his patient. The young girl was clearly uneasy about the suspicious incident reported to them. It only meant that she was aware that the occurrence of that unexplained phenomenon has some connection to her even if it was just remotely. There was no need for her to actually tell him anything. Her reactions were enough for him to understand and to conclude many things. He need not to delve any further or allow his time to be wasted on the girl. However, he is here not only for his own reasons for knowledge, but still foremost, he is a doctor bonded to cure people and save their lives in the process. That is why he still continued the session with Annalise Cassadine.

There was no change in the expression of the doctor when the young girl asked if she was dreaming. He does not see the importance or the point why he should answer. It seemed that she alone could determine that through the reactions of her body. Still, he was asked and so, he shall provide a reply even if that would not be pleasant to the ears. He is known after all to not mince his words or to cover it with ambiguity. "Ms. Cassadine, you are not dreaming. That much can be said and be determined by you." He stated with words which were delivered in a factual tone. There was no tenderness, no sense of comfort. He was simply stating what he sees as it is. That trait of his is considered by many as a charm and something uncommon for medical practitioners like him especially in the field that he is in. Lying is a skill needed to be used for certain treatments and to avoid causing stress that could aggravate a patient's condition. But, Dr. Nox is never the kind to wrap his words with such trickery. His tricks are assigned to a different matter entirely.

At the moment, his patient seemed to imply that since taking Lanxol, it had made her feel strange. That will be noted. She expressed her desire to not take it anymore even stating that she will maintain the others, just not this one. This girl seemed to have a notion of something, albeit, it was still in the stage of confusion for her, an unknown factor. He did not answer immediately as he opted to finish his tea. The drug had been created to replace other medicines for treating mental illnesses. It was crafted to manipulate the excretion of certain hormones responsible for specific mood manifestations. But as it stands, it seemed to have done a bit differently from it's original intention.

He was now done with his drink as he could see that the girl seemed to radiate a better mood than before. It seemed that youth today to have the tendency to shift their emotions so quickly. That was indeed one of the advantages of being young. He then tilted his head to the side when he was asked by her if she could tell him a big secret. This conversation was appearing that of a child talk, but that is normal, between the two of them, she was the child. It is to be expected. His eyes never left her as it remained still and calmly distant. "I have no intention of speaking of something that you do not want to be known. As your doctor, I shall exercise your privacy." That is actually a fact and he does intend to do just as that.


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Alice narrowed her eyes at the words that this Grady Bunchy person was saying. Accepted what she is? She has already accepted what she is a long time ago. She did not need them to tell her that. She is normal as much as the day outside is. They were the ones who could not accept that she was not ill or anything along that way. They could not accept that fact or to reveal anyone the dark secrets of this clinic, that most of the patients are not mentally sick in the first place. It was this place which made them all go cuckoo. "At the end of the day, I know the truth and I'm not considered disabled. You just can't take it that you are completely wrong. You're not really suited for this job, that much anyone can say."

These sessions of hers were completely a waste of time and she knew that this woman who dares to call herself a doctor was thinking of the same thing. Alice could not see the purpose of coming here in the first place. Stupid law. The female doctor began to mock her by saying she is a disobedient brat. Alice raised an eyebrow at this. "I'm only making use of my voice and powering my youth which I believe you completely lack at the moment. Sedatives? That's the only way you can handle me." Then, there was the threat which was clearly ineffective on her. She was not afraid of what they would do to her. It never occurred to her for she knew it was just simply a form of torture than a cure. "Then, go ahead and do it. Not like you could break me anyway. Effortless? That's just another term for being practically you being useless."

Alice crossed her arms over her chest. "Begin?" She gave a cocky smile which only made her look beautiful in a villainous manner. "What is there to begin with? You said it. I don't do what I'm told and what makes you think, I'll answer you, huh?" Clearly, she was not going to cooperate and in regards to the Lanxol drugs. She would not say what she actually did with those.



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Anna's eyes lit up at Dr. Nox's response. Yes, he seemed to be capable of keeping her secret. That's right, he is her doctor so he can't tell anyone what she was about to say. It made her slightly grin as she peered around the room as though looking for intruders. She wanted to tell him the very thing that was weighing so heavily on her conscious for awhile now. Her desire was overpowering her even though the voice of reason was screaming at her to keep her mouth shut. But that voice was so tiny and practically silent in her mind. It was easy to ignore it. Seeing as it was safe she glanced at Dr. Nox's lips, her discomfort and unease of looking into someone's eyes was still somewhat apparent even though her mood was excessively improving by the second.

“Sometimes when I imagine things,” she paused for a moment, her expression falling solemn. “They actually happen.”

She heaved a sigh of relief then leaned back in her chair with a look of satisfaction. Though her fingertips quickly found their way to her lips as she began to chew on her almost nonexistent nails. They were so short they actually started to throb a bit. If she gnawed at them anymore she may actually bite into the pink of her nail and start to bleed. Though she was still too nervous to notice her own pain. Instead she anxiously awaited Dr. Nox's response to her claim, wondering if he'd even believe her.

Vincent looked at the girl before him with an unperturbed expression. "Do not injure yourself." His words were delivered with a tone which exude authority. As it would stand, he is still someone able to deliver his desires in an intimidating manner when required. He does not care for Annalise's habit of biting her nails. That was something he need not to correct. He simply did not want the girl to be hurt, though, he does not mind if he would be the one doing it. Of course, the thought was perished instantly. He had work to do is it not?

The girl spoke her secret as if it was worth anything to him. Well, it does. However, he would not show that to be the case. "I see." That was his response as he opted not to write it down. Annalise had asked him to keep it a secret and so it shall be until he believed it not applicable any longer. His eyes of gray-blue gazed at the girl who would not look at him in the eye. It was something he had read and told about. She does have anxiety issues and these actions were relevant to that.
"Would you care to give me how you came to that conclusion, Ms, Cassadine." His voice did not falter in its smooth yet cam vibrato. There was no hint of sarcasm in his words. He was simply inquiring how Annalise came to that in pure casual manner and show of interest. There was no doubt present on him as he is taking what she had said on face value.

Anna had paused for a moment, glancing at her stubby nails before slowly letting them rest on her lap. She bit down on her lip, carefully choosing her words before smiling again. "Because others can see what I see... only sometimes," she said as her trembling hands reached out for a few strands of hair to twirl. She constantly had a need to be doing something since sitting perfectly still made her very uncomfortable.

"Once I saw a dead flower patch and it made me very sad. I saw another girl my age too. She was stomping on the last few that were still alive and it made me angry and upset... So I just kept thinking of how the patch would look if it were all alive and then it happened," Anna began to explain rather quickly. She slightly pouted as she glanced up at the ceiling still avoiding Dr. Nox's eyes. "The flowers started to grow really fast and it was beautiful! But then they didn't stop growing... then they... um, no wait."

That was close! It was probably best not to tell Dr. Nox about how the flowers continued to grow and trap the girl under vines. That occurance was never brought up to her before at the clinic, so she felt more certain than not that no one here knew about it. She felt excited to be telling someone her huge secret though. But fear was evident, and it continued to make her reluctant.
"Anyway, I was startled by the sound of a car's horn because the person almost collided into another car who ran the stop sign. I remember quickly turning around to see what happened, and the other girl seemed really confused. When I looked at the flower patch they were all dead again," Anna paused, shuffling through her thoughts to come up with a clever lie. Technically everything she had said so far was true. However, she left out quite a few important details that were better left unsaid. Instead, she decided to lie about what really happened with the other girl. "The girl was staring at the flowers too. She stopped her stomping then backed up a few steps. I was really confused, so I asked her if she saw the flowers grow like I did. She said yes, then she ran away."