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Rosie Clark

"I don't get why some people like me or hate me before I've met them. It's odd"

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a character in “This Animal I Have Become”, originally authored by Possibility, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

PATIENT NAME: Rosie Clark

PATIENT AGE: 18

PATIENT DESCRIPTION: Patient has little scarring, aside from deep cuts on her back, spelling out 'Mine'. Thought to be caused by father. She has pale skin, as she refuses to go out in the sunlight often, mid-length brown hair, green eyes, and a spiral tattoo on her lower back she doesn't remember getting- she also refuses to acknowledge she was scarred.

PATIENT PICTURE:

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PATIENT PERSONALITY DISORDER: The patient has severe MPD, Multiple Personality Disorder. As of date, three personalities have been observed, though others may be present. 'Rosie', her main persona, carries her birth name, but refuses to acknowledge the abuse and rape by her father in her childhood- she has created a 'perfect' childhood in her head. The other two, 'Kelly' and 'Julie', remember some or all of the childhood. None of her personalities know of the others aside from what we have told them.

PATIENT HISTORY/PARENTAGE: The patient's mother could not be found, and is thought dead. Her father is in prison for the repeated rape and abuse of his daughter, who was passed to the state and then into the asylum after he was put away. The patient seems to have developed her disorder around the age of 13, when her mother disappeared from her records and her father apparently began to abuse her.

PATIENT'S FAVORITE PEOPLE: Unavailable- it depends on 'who' she is. 'Rosie' is a recluse, 'Julie' doesn't seem to have any friends at all, and 'Kelly' seems to like everyone to some degree, though she refuses to say anything on the matter

PATIENT'S LESS FAVORITE PEOPLE: As with the Favorites of the patient, it depends. 'Rosie' doesn't seem to like the doctors all that wall, saying that she is not sick, and only has blackouts from time to time. 'Julie' openly despises everyone, and 'Kelly' refuses to say who she doesn't and does like.

OTHER: 'Rosie's' personality seems to be that of a loner- she spends most of her time in her room. She seems childish and innocent, often asking for games to play or books to read. 'Julie's', on the other hand, is very hot-headed and spiteful. She often hits the guards and doctors, as well as other patients. 'Kelly' seems to be how her mind let go, as she is often described by personnel as 'free-spirited'. Before she was admitted here, she seems to have actively drank and hung with a bad crowd. Kelly seems to be the only one who fully remembers her childhood, with Julie only remembering the abuse, and Rosie remembering nothing.

So begins...

Rosie Clark's Story

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Character Portrait: Zak Ciaran Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Dr. Addi O'Neil Character Portrait: Harlan Sheridan Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
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Dr. Addi O'Neil


I walk into Tearmainn and I am greeted by a nurse. "Hello and welcome to Tearmainn Dr. O'Neil. Would you like a brief description of each patient, Doctor?" I nod my head with a faint smile as I walk with the nurse and she describes each patient.

"Patient number 100, Zak Ciaran, 19 years of age, suffers from Schizophrenia, danger to mostly himself, slightly paranoid, small case of SPD, fragrant smoker, curses a lot, antisocial, OCD, and slight speech impediment. Had him on record for about three years now."

"Patient number 101, Madelyn Rayburn, 19 years of age, suffers from severe paranoia, possibly dangerous to herself and others, avid addiction to smoking, occasional drinking, rarely occurring episodes, can have delusions. Has been here about a year now."

"Patient number 102, Damian Mason, 23 years of age, suffers from Hematolagnia, danger to others. He hasn't been here too long so we don't have much on him."

"Patient number 103, Rosie Clark, 18 years of age, suffers from serve MPD, three personalities as of date being 'Rosie' 'Kelly' and 'Julie', does not know of the 'others', slight danger to others depending on who's 'out', raped as child by father, mother disappeared. She has been here about a year or two now."

"Patient number 104, Harlan Sheridan, 21 years of age, suffers from sociopathy, danger to others emotions, needs constant mental simulation. He's really twisty, he has been here for about 6 months or so."

"Patient number 105, Arrow McBeth, 17 years of age, suffers from server depression, socially awkward, anxious, lack of emotion, danger to herself. Hasn't been here too long."

"Patient number 106, Tristan Kenin, 19 years of age, suffers from psychopathy, lacks understanding of emotion, has no feeling emotion wise, not much of danger, slight danger to others in the lack of emotion wise. Hasn't been here too long."

Seven patients I have to talk to. Seven patients I have to help. Seven patients all with different problems who grew up in different circumstances. "I'm ready to start talking." I say to the nurse. "Start sending each patient one by one in order to my office so I may introduce myself." The nurse looks at me strangly and I walk in my office as she head down to the recreation room to get the first patient.


Zak


The Recreational Room, the place where all the patients in this damn MadHouse can come and interact. Hardly any interacting every happens because everyone's so damn antisocial. You're the antisocial one, Zak. Then there's those fucking voice. They calm down after the nurse give me those pills in the morning, but they still keep talking.
In the Recreational Room, everything is clean and neat. There's a carpet so people can't smash each others faces into the ground. There's couches in front of a TV that's locked in a bullet proof plastic box that's bolted to the floor so no one can smash there head in the TV to kill themselves. There's a coffee maker and a kettle for tea that both stop heating so no one can kill themselves by pouring boiling water on their head. And the only eating utensil they give us is a plastic spoon. Not a spork, a spoon! A fucking spoon! Have you ever tried eating steak with a spoon? Well it's fucking hard!
I sit at the round table in the recreational room next to the window and I watch every body and listen to the voices in my head. No body likes you...Kill them all...hurt yourself and leave...Kill! Die! Hurt! They just don't stop. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump then look up to see a nurse. "Dr. O'Neil would like to meet you." I know the deal, so I stand up and follow the nurse into some old guys office. The old guy was little and had glasses that made his eyes look big. Ahhhh! The voices scream instead of talk sometimes to just get on my nerves and make me go crazy. The nurse sits me down in the chair in front of the doctors cluttered desk.
"Hello, Zak, I'm Dr. Addi O'Neil. I'm the new psychologist and I'm here to tell you that we are dropping your medication." The Doc says with a smile on his face. At this the voices scream louder.
"Dropping the medication? Why? We can't drop the medication. I need it." I say as I shift around in the chair trying to get comfortable and ignore the screams.
"Yes, Zak. I don't believe in medication. The only thing to help is to talk, do you understand?" The Doc said calmly.
"Yeah, Doc, I understand perfectly well that you're a fucking idiot!" At the sound of my yelling, the nurse comes in and walks me back to the recreational room and gets the next patient.


Make sure in your first post you include going to see Dr. Addi O'Neil and talk about the dropping of every ones medication

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The book felt heavy in my hands as I flipped through the worn pages. The Phantom Of The Opera, that was what I was reading. It was one of the few books they permitted me, even though they had been iffy about it. "What if Julie comes out, and she hurts someone with it?" They had asked. I didn't know what they were talking about- they said I had Mulitiple Personality Disorder, but I didn't believe them- I just blacked out from time to time. No matter what I did, though, I didn't like this Julie. She seemed mean. Though, I don't really see how you can hurt someone with a book, it isn't like you can intententenally give yourself or anyone else a paper cut. At least, not with the silly plastic sides they put on the sides. Though, everything was covered in, concealed by, or made of plastic, so it was to be expected that my book would, too.

I folded up my book quietly and sighed. I had read the book a good forty times in my stay at the Tearmainn. It held no interest to me anymore. Cristine wasn't as rivoting and sad as the orphan, and the Phantom wasn't as intriguing. I looked around the room absentmindedly, wondering when I could go back to my room- makeing us sit here like friends doesn't make us friends, and my room is a lot more comfy than the everything-is-unbreakable room this was. In my room everything is unbreakable too, but at least it had a bed I could sit on. I sort of wondered what it would be like for me if I were allowed back into society. It had been about one year and ten months since I came here, but I had been a lot longer since I had functioned in the outside world. The foster home- the one I went to after my parents went missing. I don't know where they went, but I assume both are dead becuase I don't remember what happened to me. I guess I locked that part of my childhood out. Anyway, I draw a blank on how I got to the foster home, but I didn't like it there. The people wern't nearly as nice as my family had been.

I stood up from my chair as silently as I could and walked over to the couch in front of the indstructible television and sat down. I didn't really want to go through the paces of turning on the t.v, but I did curl up on the couch with my head on my knees. I looked at my nails, filed down and cut to uniform shape. I wondered what book I would read next. The wizard of Oz maybe. That one was always a good read, no matter how many times I read it. "Rosie?" A nurse asked, like her name was a question or something. "Yes?" I turned and pulled my legs down. "Dr. O'Niel wishes to see you, Rosie" people always said my name a lot more than was nessisary, and it got on my nerves. I stood up quickly and she held out her hand, which I took. It was like I was a child or something to them, like I couldn't be trusted to get to my destination without their help. That had only happened once, and in my defense, it was really boreing and a walk seemed like a good idea. She lead me down to a chair which I sat in quietly and folded my hands over my lap. There was a man across with me, and I smiled politely and looked down. "Rosie? My name is Dr. Addi O'Niel. I just want to tell you, we have desided to drop your medication." The man said, and I looked up. "Fine. I'm not sick anyway. I guess it helped with my blackouts a little, but I'll be fine without it. May I go now?" I asked quickly. I didn't like interaction all that much. Sadly, he didn't let me go just then.

"Right- well, I think that talking will cure you faster than the medicine" the man said. I blinked a few times. "I told you, I'm not sick" I wispered, looking up at him. "May I go, please?" This time, he nodded and a nurse lead me back to the rec room, where I quickly sat down and looked at the blank t.v. I sort of wondered if my blackouts would come back with more frequency without my medicine, but I desided not to dwell on it. They were just blackouts after all.

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((I realized that it would be a hell of a job to keep up with who-was-who in my posts if I don't write in 3rd person....))

Rosie's body was shaking. Only a little bit, of course, not enough to bring attention to anyone but herself. She felt it, knew what it ment. The trembling, first then.... Blackout. She knew what caused this one too- she had many blackouts when she was afraid, nervous, or when she felt weak- those days she where her sole wish to just never move again. She was nervous an afraid now- she wasn't sure if her blackouts would come back with more force, or just stay as they were now- an abnormal occurrence. She was wishing deeply she knew the answers when she began to fall. She wasn't really falling of course, the couch was there, right behind her. That was last thought that crossed her mind- I can't possibly be falling. All of that was in her head though, and her head did sort of shut down. Kelly's memories, feelings, personality took the place where all of Rosie's were. Kelly smiled and cracked her knuckles before looking around. Last thing she remebered was being in her room. She sort of wondered how she had gotten to the Rec room, but dismissed it. She unfolded her legs from the couch and began to search for the remote. Might as well, as there was nothing else interesting to do. She pulled her knees up and began to peak over the side of the old couch when something caught her eye. Two of the other residents looked like they were about to do something... unseemly... right in the center of the Rec room. Well, one did. She knew why, too. He was the one that got off on blood, and it seemed the other had peeked his interest.
"Naughty, Naughty" she said between laughs before she spotted the remote on the floor behind the couch and twisted around to turn the telivision on. She wasn't really watching, just flipping though the carefully-screened channels. She was stil laughing in her head though- how long would it take before a nurse saw that? She couldn't wait for That. Nothing hardly happened in her line of sight, and it was always fun to watch when it did. She flicked the T.V off again and began to people-watch instead. She carefully avoided looking at the two, and let her eyes dart over the others. That got boreing after a second or two though- she knew the ins and outs of almost everyone already. So she sighed and laid back onto the couch, her head just leaning over the side, so she could still watch the others.

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Character Portrait: Zak Ciaran Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Harlan Sheridan Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Logan Veltar
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Logan


There was a time Logan might have looked at the tall sterile building in a curious and adventurous light but all that came to mind when he first laid eyes on Tearmainn was that this was the type of place Florence was hiding at. Florence, his ex-wife… Just the mere thought of her brought painful memories back to mind. He shook his head and sighed. Stop it. It’s in the past, there’s nothing you can do about it now, he told himself. Walking forward he made it to the entrance and pushed his way inside. A small mousy looking nurse looked up from her clipboard and peered at him from the tops of her glasses. She gave him a small smile and asked in a quiet voice, “Hello, how may I help you?”

Logan took a moment to look around the reception area before looking at the nurse. “My names Logan…” he said in his usual quiet manner. Still, his voice was deep and carried down the hallways of the asylum. Flustered, the nurse looked down at a sheet that seemed to have a list of names on it. Nodding, she collected a folder and handed it to him. “Your living arrangements have been set up and all the information you need is in this folder. I have been informed you were forwarded basic information on the patients, have you studied the files?” she asked, blinking up at him.

He nodded wordlessly to the nurse and watched as she floundered to find something to say. A small smile stretched the corners of his lips and he took a step forward to pat the small woman’s head. “Calm yourself. There’s no need to be nervous. I’ll find my way to my quarters now. Have a nice day.” He said and by memory (he’d studied a map of the asylum before-hand) made his way towards his designated area.

A half hour later, he’d unpacked his belongings and was ready to make his rounds. He’d been informed that he had to introduce himself to the staff so they’d know a new guard had joined the staff and they wouldn’t startle at the sight of a stranger on the asylum property. He nodded toward the few nurses that he passed in the hallways and finally reached the recreation room. His eyes took in the patients one by one and internally he put name to faces. Leaning against the “doorway” he waited patiently for the doctor’s sessions to finish so that he may be able to introduce himself.


Madelyn


Drip. Drip. Drip She woke up to the sound of dripping water. It was such a small sound but the silence of the room made it echo in her ears and its consistency reminded Madelyn of the annoying persistence of an alarm clock. Her heart hammered painfully in her head, her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and all of her was sore and aching. What on earth happened? she asked herself. She made a move to lift her hand to sooth her pounding head only to realize she couldn’t. Her hands… her hands were tied behind her back! Her eyes snapped open but she saw nothing but darkness. What’s going on?!? Very slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness but still she couldn’t recognize where she was. The fog in her mind cleared up and she finally realized her hands weren’t the only thing tied up; her legs and waist were tied to the chair she currently sat at. Not only that but a cloth had been wrapped over her mouth. A muffled whimper left her covered lips in fear and anxiousness. Madelyn couldn’t remember what had happened and had no idea how she had gotten there but she felt that she had to get out of there NOW. Her gut clenched telling her that something bad was coming. Something very bad.

As if to confirm that feeling, footsteps suddenly echoed around her. Her head snapped toward the direction it came from, causing the edges of her vision to blur and her head to lighten with dizziness. As she regained from her small dizzy spell her eyes could just barely make out the outline of a door. Her ears s picked up the sound of those footsteps again only now they were so much closer. Her heart pounded against her chest, sweat trickled her forehead and coated her hands with a panic that suddenly paralyzed her. Before she knew it the door creaked slowly open…
“Hello Maddie. Did you miss me? I missed you.”

Gasping, Madelyn woke up sweating and panting as if she’d run a marathon for days. Her form shook and for the life of her she couldn’t stay still. Looking around, a small sigh left her lips. She was still in Tearmainn. For the first time in a long time she was grateful that these walls kept her inside because it also meant it kept them out. As much as she hated this place, and Madelyn did hate the place, she secretly thought of it as her safety blanket; the barrier between them and her. The times that she’d suspected the doctors, the guards and even the patients to be in league with them slipped away from her mind. She couldn’t find it in her at that moment to be wary or cautious. She was just so relieved that she wasn’t back in that dark, cold room any longer. So very grateful. This happened every time she had one of those dreams… or memories, really. In those times she acted like she did before the paranoia had set in. Still, any one thing could set her off and make her go back to being paranoid and wary.

A rosy blush rushed to her cheeks as she realized she’d been sleepwalking again. Somehow she now stood next to one of the barred windows of the recreation room. As was custom, she checked herself over for any bruises and found that she’d been lucky this time. Only one small bruise tainted her pale creamy skin. Rubbing at the spot, Madelyn wondered like so many other times how she’d managed to bruise herself again. Shrugging, she leaned against the wall and watched out the window as a random flock of birds flew above the building. A small smile tilted the corner of her mouth as she watched them. They were so lucky. Sneaking a peak behind her she scanned over the other patients faces. Most of them had come here after she had; she could only remember very few that were already here when she was transferred in. Looking down at herself she wondered how she had changed in that time… or had she changed at all?

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Absolutely nothing exiting was going on, exept for the Paranoid who had made her way to the window and began to gasp, quite loudly. Though, that wasn't new. It happened often, and she was sleepwalking or something. Kelly sort of wondered if that's what she did-sleepwalk, but she couldn't remember any dreams she may or may not have had, like the other girl seemed to. Nor did she wake up flailing or gasping. She just opened her eyes, like waking up from a coma. She felt comatose, anyway, right before she 'went to sleep', as she told the doctors she did.

Kelly rolled on her side and immidiately frowned Blood-boy and his friend arn't there anymore she sighed. She should have been checking more instead of zoneing out. She flipped back onto her side and began to scan the room. Where can I make some fun... she thought, just as her eyes zoned in on the feminine boy- one of the ones from the duo. Her eyes glinted mischievously and her lips lifted into a smirk. She pulled Phantom of the Opera off of the couch- she didn't know how it got there, and frankly, she didn't care. She picked up its plastic-covered binding and stood up, half-waltzing over to the bookcase, where the man sat. She dangled the book in front of his face before she dropped it into his lap. She folded her knees in front of her and pulled them over to the side, so she was sitting facing him. "Try that one" she offered, gesturing to the book. "It was sitting beside me and I feel it would be a good read. Never read it, though" she smirked. "That was quite a show, by the way. Nothing ever happens here, anyways" she reached forward and grabbed his bandaged hand. She didn't care if she was overstepping her boundaries- everyone was crazy anyway, supposedly even her, so he could just think she was crazy.

"Did you do this to yourself?" She asked, even though she already knew that answer. Of course he did. She dropped his hand quickly and put her hands onto her lap. "I'll admit, if you did, congrats. You made this place fun for like ten minutes. Then, I'm assuming the nurses pulled you both away. I didn't see the harm in it really. Besides the fact I would have been a little grossed out. Just a little though" she stopped and laughed at her own thought. "After all, porn is in short supply here"

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I read this already, this sounds like a real girls book, no to this too, I don't think I want to read this.. His thoughts continued like that for a while, really, his mind was all over the place again, no point to focus on. That was his curse from time to time, a mind that could think faster then most others, but without anything to concentrate on it was a really messy place. Maybe emotions would have helped for focusing, but it wasn't really like he could take a pill and suddenly feel everything. Which would be for naught anyways by now, they weren't given anymore pills from now on. Another thing on his ' Annoying shit' list.

Looking to the side, he saw the paranoid one having one of her episodes again, really, could no one strap her down or something ? It was clear that something was wrong with her, and that didn't just include her being an angsty little girl. It was just a bit strange that they would let her walk around without really diagnosing her. But who was he to question people, right, better then them, that's what he was.

Before he could think more about that, a book fell into his lap and he looked down at it with a frown, turning it and examining it calmly. Yes he heard what the girl was saying about it, but that was more important for now.

Finally he was ripped out of his thoughts by her taking his hand, letting out a hiss automatically, head snapping up and narrowed eyes focusing on her, looking almost completely black in the lightning. " Careful, yeah? Who told you you could touch me anyways. " He pressed out, but wasn't really upset. It was an automatic reaction, touch didn't always mean something good and even less in a house like that. He would rather be save then sorry.

" No, one of the nurses agreed it was a great idea to rile up the pervert boy so she cut me. " He said dryly, but smirked at her, after hearing she wasn't going to whine or do anything else. It must be her other self then, the usual one was really not to his liking. " Well, ten minutes of fun is at least something you can think about for the next six hours of boredom. And sorry that it wasn't to your liking, but when it comes to sexual things or anything entertaining, I am sorry to inform you that you won't have a choice if you don't make some commotion yourself. I had a lot of fun, I can assure you. "

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The lubricious haze in his eyes was slowly dwindling as his mind wandered away from the bitter-sweet memory and back to reality. No longer could he focus on the woman who bared an uncanny resemblance to his so-called crush, and no longer could he look outside where he knew she would still be alive and happy without him, albeit a little scarred on the inside. It was true, he didn’t regret, and perhaps that was exactly the reason why he would was here and would be forever more. The silence was uncomfortable and he found himself counting the ticks in his head, thereby ultimately counting the seconds up until someone would finally break the silence. His dulled eyes watched his hands, his trembling fingers, as they grasped at the material of his loose fitting black pants; they weren’t allowed to wear what they desired, only what was offered to them by the asylum. It was a sort of sick fantasy they got from forcing them to wear clothes which barely matched and made them look like the idiots they were supposed to be. They stripped them away of any resemblance to a normal human being and singled them out by calling them insane just because they made a slight mistake or didn’t function the same as what was considered normal. Who was to say what was normal anyway?

His thoughts were running rampant as they tended to during periods of silence, but, fortunately, that didn’t last for too long this time before his doctor spoke up once more, yet it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Just as he had opened up to the woman, she was shooing him away, and all because he made her feel uncomfortable. Damian glanced up at her and narrowed his eyes, his mood now souring. He jerked his head away once more and shook it.

“I can make it back on my own. I don’t need an escort.” he grumbled and got to his feet himself. He never even offered her a goodbye or a simple smile or glance in her direction, he just turned on his heels and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind and causing the small clock to shake upon the glass table.

Upon returning to the Recreation room, he stopped a few feet away from the open door and folded his arms, his narrowed green eyes watching the man who leant against the frame. Yet again it was someone whom he didn’t recognize, another new doctor perhaps? Damian rolled his eyes, unfurled his arms and shoved past him to get into the room.

“I’m not having no more fucking sessions.” he bit out at him, shooting a sharp glare over his shoulder. He began to approach Tristan once more who was talking to that girl who had the personality problem (the one where she couldn’t recall who she was), when he was grabbed by the arm by the same nurse who tore him away from the blond in the first place.

“You’re not to go near him, not after what you did.” she hissed, earning a scoff from Damian and he yanked his arm away from her tight grasp. Once more he turned on his heels and stormed over to the other side of the room, snatching the book from the table he had been reading previously and plopping down on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. Even though he couldn’t go near Tristan, he still watched him from just over the pages of his book.

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Kelly huffed when he roughly pulled his hand away- she wasn't hurting him, after all. Her small amount of anger disolved at the next comment, though. She smiled and leaned back on her hands. "I might just have to try that some time then. Speaking of time though, you wouldn't happen to know the day, would you? Before this place, I would normally only blackout for a little while, a day or two tops. I lost a whole week. All of last week I just draw a blank on. It's sad really. There could have been a fire and I wouldn't know jack shit about it" she sighed and let her eyes begin to look about the large room.

Still nothing interesting in the slightest. That is, until the local fedisist came back, and headed right for them. Kelly's eyes darted over to him and she was going to laugh, but a nurse intercepted him and he stalked over to the other corner of the room. "Ah, well. Round two will have to wait until a later date" she turned back so she was looking at her main object of interest. She cocked her head to the side for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next she settled for "I don't remeber your name. Care to tell me?" Before she leaned her head compleately back to look at the Hematolagic.

He sort of seemed absorbed in the book in his hands, but he still seemed to be pointed towards their genneral direction. She flipped her head back and frowned. "It seems you have earned yourself a stalker" she snickered and flicked a pale finger back in the person in question. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes trying to find an answer. "I guess I understand his problem though. He did after all get ripped away from his fun." She pulled her lips into a smile, her straight teeth showing through. "Maybe the next six hours will be at least a little. I did just wake up from a week long stint in a blackness that was just pure hell, so I don't think it's very fair if I have to spend my very few waking hours in hell, too."

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Tristan wasn't afraid of pain or being attacked. The nurses were hovering close to them, either not trusting him or Kelly, but he would rather go for the girl as for now. And pain.. Pain was really only a sign to the body that something was happening and pain at least did get /some kind/ of reaction out of himself. It seemed rather morbid, but most things about his thoughts seemed like that to many people, a reason he mostly stopped saying them out loud. " You can try all you want, but leave him to me, will you? He's my toy for now. You can chose one of the others. " He commented, playing lightly with his hair, looking at her as innocently as was possible and as if he didn't just talk about humans like children did about their action figures.
"I'm pretty sure it's Friday. Not like there is many information that we can get from the outside world, but I think I remember it to be Friday. Yes. "


Looking at her he wondered if he should tell her about her personality problem. This one could probably deal with it, if she didn't suspect something already. But he was no one's babysitter, was he ? And this way it was actually fun. Tristan was enjoying the conversation and not in the mood to have it broken because of her freaking out. Then the nurses would come, take her away and drug her up for a while. No that would not do at all. Turning his eyes to the commotion around his new obsession, he tilted his head, pouting at the nurse. Was that really necessary ? As if they would do anything too flashy with everyone watching them. He was almost ready to get up and go over there, but then decided talking to Kelly would have to be enough for now, he could always watch Damian, right. ? Despite those thoughts the pout never left his face. " Tristan. Tristan Kenin. You're Kelly, right ? " He asked, just to be sure that he hadn't confused it. His stay here hadn't been too long yet, so he wasn't sure about everyone's problems and illnesses, details like that easily slipped his notice sometimes.

" A stalker ? Hmm.. Or he has earned himself one, depends on how you look at it, don't you think ? " Tristan mumbled, predatory grin on his face again. Stretching his legs out, he placed them in her lap, leaning back in his seat. " If we want to have any "Fun" we have to be careful. The nurses will be extra alert now with two of us having some kind of incident already. " He said, nodding to Damian and the self harmer. " But I am sure we can manage to stop your boredom.And mine too. "

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"Fine. I won't mess with your plaything, for now" Kelly smiled, flipping her mocha to one side. She began to rifle through the pockets in her basic red pajamas. Who picked out this thing! I am anything but basic she thought. After checking in both of her pants pockets and her breast pocket, she found what she was looking for. Two bright silver hair ties. She pulled her hair up with one and pulled the other back on her skinny fingers. She pointed at the nurse, who wasn't looking. She notched it back farther, but she turned around and stared Kelly down. She rolled her eyes and put the band down.

"Friday, huh? That means... I woke up Monday, so that's another three whole days! Damn!" She hissed under her breath, going over the numbers in her head and on her fingers. Another three days she would never get back. "I feel like I miss so much time I'm barely the age I look! I must have lost a month this year already" she mumbled, looking down.

After she got through with mourning lost time, she took a breath before she continued. "Tristan, huh? Thank you for not calling me 'Rosie' by the way. That is such a stupid name. It's definitely not a good name for someone my age. Rosie is a name for a grandmother or a child. Like Mayble" she smiled and cocked her head to the side, thinking. She really, really hated being called Rosie, but everyone called her that.

"Well, it's not really stalking I suppose if both of you are doing it. It's just starring at eatch other for elongated periods of time" she said quickly, holding herself back from snickering again. He put his legs over Kelly's own pale ones, but she didn't make a move to get them off of her. She was a people person, in her opinion, so even if a stranger hugged her she wasn't going to push them off of her. It wasn't nice, and she always tried to be nice. At his next words though, a grin of her own graced her features. "I don't recall me getting in trouble yet. They have nothing to suspect from little old me" she laughed and put on her most innocent of faces. It didn't last long though, as her lips seemed to want to go back to her evil grin no matter what. "What did you have in mind" the grin on her face deepened as she said the words.

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With the sudden change in his mood, the gruff sight of him alarmed her. Apparently he was disturbed and it was ostentatious by his body language. Concurrently, Sonya swallowed thickly at the splinting of his eyes. As the door slammed, she flinched slightly. Leaving the brunette standing there with an incommodious expression on her face. For a few seconds she watched the stilled door, the rattling from the clock now stopping. Clearly something had set the man off yet she did not know what.

Weren't the patients usually excited to leave the confinements of the doctor's office?

Still standing in her place by the sofa, she retraced her steps to figure out why Damian left in asperity. Perhaps dismissing him so soon wasn't for the best, especially after he confided in her. But what was she supposed to do or say? Praise him. Tell him that it was completely normal for him to feel no resentment for his actions. That he shouldn't repent. Because it would have all been a fabrication. She wouldn't bring herself to lie to him just to keep his trust. How was that going to help him?

And that's when she realized.

Maybe it's not what she said that set him off but what she didn't say. Damian had actually commerced the first move to be open with her about his life and all she did was conclude their meeting. He probably felt like she was "repelling' him when honestly it hadn't been her intentions. Choosing rationality, Sonya stepped out of the room in search of a fleeting Damian. The hallway was quiet. Though the quietness was quickly interrupted by the distinct sounds of padded thumps of her heels. On route to the recreational room, a tall relatively handsome man blocked the way of her entrance. Their eyes only engaging in conference for a few seconds. Clearly he was no patient, yet he didn't appear to be a doctor nether.

"Excuse me." Her soft, celestial voice filled the immediate area before she made her way pass him.

A populace of the residents coming into view all seemed to be in there own worlds of dementia. Though she had no attentive in them. The only person she had eyes for was Damian, who just so happened to be sitting on the soawith a book raised just above his nose. Sound of her heels clinked against the tiled floor as she approached him. "I know you're upset with me, Damian." Sonya took in a deep breath that was greatly needed before taking a seat next to him. As she turned to engage in conversation, long obsidian locks cascaded over the side of her shoulder. Glancing away in a torrent of allegorical ideation, her gaze traveled onward to where she saw a young, fragile feministic man with achromatic hair standing chatting away with another brown-haired woman. But instead of acknowledging the two any further, Sonya turned her attention back to Damian. Now resting her hand on the pad of his upper leg where the salient heat emerged from physical contact connecting the two. A comforting motion deemed to be an innocent gesture in disguise, although it was up to the receiver of how he would percept it.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry. That I don't want you to think you did something wrong by telling me the truth. In fact, I really appreciate it. And I don't take your trust lightly because that sort of thing can take months and months of long intensive conditioning to build up." She stated calmly, keeping her voice between just the two of them. Sonya lowered her cerulean eyes to her lap before restoring them. "It was just a bit unexpected y'know. But, it doesn't mean I'm just going to write you off. I hope you haven't written me off either."

The softness of her hand still lingering on Damian's clothed leg, her fingertips grazing the foundation of his thigh ended with a series of gentle taps. She stood. Her heels once again meeting the floor, the eye-catching black dress that fondled her every curve of her small 5'4 frame was pulled down demurely. "And just so you know, I've never done something like this before." She added, referring to her need to apologize to a patient. "So if you ever need to talk, or just wanna' get away from the local residents... don't be afraid. I'm here for whatever you need." A meaning that could be misinterpreted.

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[Sorry if this turns out sucky, I'm really ill today .-. ]

" Yeah, you won't.. " He said, trailing off, eyes fixed on the new doctor that was walking over to his toy. She was pretty, he had to give her that, but he coul deasily look just as pretty, tits or not, he was aware of his feminine looks after all. Huffing lightly, he half turned to the girl again, fingers running anxiously through his hair, messing it up quite a lot. " You seem to miss a lot of time, yes... But Iguess that's only nromal for people like you.. You seem quite confused most of the time if I am honest.. And Rosie.. well that name doesn't fit you at al does it ? " In his mind it wouldn't help anyone if he forced a wrong name on her. It wasn't the right personality, so forcing her to accept another name wouldn't solve anything. At least not in his books.

Without really wanting to, he looked over again, glaring holes in the head of the brunette. Did she have to touch what was his ? Did she have to touch him there ? " That's not even appropriate. " He hissed out, toes curling up, just like his fingers which started forming fists. They annoyance and /disgust/ in him rose to a whole new level and it was refreshing in a way, but also maddening. Why couldn't it be anger, boiling anger? It was always just disgust, always just a hint oif annoyance. It was never the real feeling that he longed for. Even in a situation like that.

With a deep breath he tried to concentrate back on the girl, smiling lightly at her. " Well, there's no time like the present to get in trouble, is there ? " He asked, eyes still narrowed and face tensed up in a way that made his cheekbones stand out a lot more then usual. " " She's leaving though... So there goes my plan. I guess you have to think up something for yourself.. I will help of course. "

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"Is that a threat?" Kelly laughed. "No, I won't mess with him. Plenty of other strange people I can mess with" Kelly turned half-way to follow his eyes. He was looking rather pissed at the lady talking to his toy. The lady was looking rather comfy with him, so Kelly wasn't about to blame him. "You get used to the blackouts after a while- and you start to see the signs. The shaking and sometimes blinking, then falling. I suppose I would seem confused alot, but you would to if bits of your life were missing. Rosie isn't a name I compleately despise, but its not for me like you said. If I had been named it, I guess it would be me though" she said, thinking. It has never occurred to her that if she has been givin that god-awful name she would feel like a 'Rosie'.

It took the boy a little while- and a lot of lasers almost shooting from his eyes- but finnaly Tristan said something about the way the woman was touching his object of interest. She rolled her eyes and turned her focus to the two across the room. In fact, the brunnette was touching the man in a rather inappropriate way, with her hand resting on his thigh. "Someone's a little jealous, isn't he?" Kelly smirked as she turned back to Tristan. "Don't worry. I'm sure it will only get worse. After all, she could easily do just what you did, and I wonder how fast he would forget about you? I guess he would remember, eventually, but I just don't think he could control himself if she were to cut herself" Kelly grinned evilly. "Ah, well, we wouldn't want that"

Kelly frowned at his next comment and turned. The girl was leaving, and she couldn't have that. "Well, we can't have her leaving just yet. She hasn't had time to properly seduce your friend yet" she laughed lightly. "But I suppose you don't mind. It's not like you could help it if she had an accident and began to bleed. I mean, I'm fairly sure she wouldn't mind him jumping her bones, and it would only take a little encouragement" as she said this, she broke the metal part of the hair tie not holding her hair up and pressed it against her skin. She hissed and a droplet if blood appeared. "Now, if somehow, say, she stepped on this or it scratched her back somehow... Well, there would be a little bit more blood than just this" she pointed her finger at him before she wiped the blood on her red shirt. "I guess I should introduce myself, should I not?" Kelly laughed and began to stand, wrapping the broken pony tail around her finger, the metal point peaking out right under her nail. She sort of wondered what Tristan would do, but whatever it was, it would definitely lots and lots of fun trouble.


Kelly tapped her finger against her hip as she walked toward the lanky brunette. The flat meal cylinder pressing into her hip. It took only a few seconds for her to reach the figure, and she put on her best 'friendly' smile. "Hello, miss? I don't suppose you are a new patient, becuase you arn't wearing pajamas like the rest of us" she motioned to her outfit, careful to use her free hand as hid her other. "So, I'm going to guess you are a new doctor" she smirked. "I'm Kelly, by the way" she began to rock back and forth on her bare heels. Her eyes began to search over the young woman's body, serching for a way to do what she wanted.

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"Good, well have a good evening." In turn for the apology, it was nice to see he had forgave her. A grin formed over her mouth by his words, thinking them to be completely sincere. Just as she was about to retreat to the door something, or should she say someone rather stopped her. Seeing the same woman from before approach her in leisure. With inquisitive concept, Sonya inclined her head to the side while her eyes settled on the friendly looking woman. It was obvious that she was not a patient although she wouldn't mind being able to wear pajamas comfortably all day long. Because she had not read all of the files, Kelly's disorder still remained unbeknownst to her. Sonya ran a steady hand through her onyx tresses and smiled at her.

"Hi, Kelly... You'd be right in saying that I'm not a patient but a doctor. I'm Sonya Asano, it's nice to meet you Kelly." Reaching out her pale hand in acquaintance, the moment their hands came into contact a sharp pain generated near the carpus of her arm. By the sliding of her hand into Kelly's forced the metal object to tear into her flesh. An unpleasant sensation incepted, causing her to behold the locality of discomfort. That was when she saw and felt the warmth from the thick crimson liquid trickle from the slit near her ulnar vein. Immediately, her vivid cerulean eyes wandered over to Damian before traveling back to Kelly. Why? Why would she? Was it an accident? Or could she have known? Sonya held her arm in such a delicate way, glancing down to check if the wound was actually there.

Nearby, the nurse from earlier who pulled Damian away watched the scene unfold. She didn't think anything of it when both women shook hands until the sight of blood extricated from the doctor. Her beady eyes tumbled among the three, especially Damian before she hurried over to the rendezvous spot. Upon arriving, another nurse also visioned the young doctor cradling her arm. The larger nurse, known as Athena took a hold of Kelly's arm, slightly putting a bit of pressure on it. With her free hand, Athena searched her's, hoping to find the makeshift knife. "Okay, give it to me.... we don't want anyone else getting hurt. Now would we, Rosie." The nursed remarked, not minding if she had fostered the wrong name.

The other nurse went to investigate Sonya's wound in the premise of bandaging it up. "I should take care of this."

"No... I'm fine." She said, no longer having the desire to be in the rec. room furthermore. So she pulled her arm out of the grasp from the nurse. Vivid cyan hues engaged in a keen stare down with the petite woman (Kelly) standing in front of her before turning on her heels and returning to her office, not caring that she bumped into the man blocking the door. The whole time she couldn't help but think how close that cut had been to her ulnar artery which could have resulted in serious injury. But Sonya couldn't figure out why the woman would want to harm her. Other than her being completely demented. And obviously wasn't prime to expose it to Damian, concerning his hematolagnia. But did she know that?

Taking a seat at her desk, she grabbed a few Kleenexes' and applied them to the small gash. Sonya shook her head indiscriminately at her own aberrant behavior -- why would she think it was ever safe to interact with patients outside of the office? Yet it was hardly her fault for just being friendly.

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Kelly was already peeved when the doctor just walked away, without Damian ever haveing the chance to go after her, and it was perfectly normal for them to take the broken band from her fingers and the intact one from her hair, but when the burly nurse called her Rosie, she got mad, very much so. Did she not just go over the fact that she dispised that name? And when she got this mad at one thing or person, she had a blackout. Without fail-always. As if right on cue, the shaking as blinking began. The nurse pulled her through the rec. room and into a clean-looking office, where the girl she had just attacked was sitting. "Don't you think this is a bad idea?" She asked as the nurse sat her down in a sterile chair. Kelly rolled her bright green eyes as Athena pulled out a pair of handcuffs and trapped her into the table.

Kelly ignored her, starring at the doctor instead, until Athena said "No, I know why you did it, Rosie" she seemed to be enjoying fucking up her name. "You wanted trouble. You always want trouble. Becuase it's fun for you, Rosie. You won't hurt her with no one watching" Kelly turned half way and hissed "my name is not Rosie, it's Kelly" she huffed and turned back to the doctor. "If you have any questions for me, hurry with them. It could be weeks before wake up again. Sad, really. I won't get to see any of what I did unfold, and that's just no fun" she laughed lightly. Maybe she was just a tad demented and crazy. Wouldn't be a surprise to her, anyway.

After a few moments, though, she ran out of time. Apperently the trip over had been longer than she thought, and she wasn't able to answer any questions at all before Julie took up residence in Kelly's head, effectively kicking her to the curb and out of their shared brain. The nurse would notice her slacking up on the shakles and her back straightening. When Julie's eyes opened, however, it was like hate had been implanted in them on purpose, there was so much inside of them. Where Rosie was kind, gentle, and innocent and Kelly was without regard, a filter, or a care, Julie was anger and hate. It was simply her nature. "Is there a reason I'm sitting here, chained to a chairs Athena?" Julie asked, looking at the nurse. Athena was her favorite nurse by far, simply because she seemed to hate everyone, too Athena smiled and began to leave the room, leaving the key with Sonya. "You arn't going to be able to get anything out of her, but you can try if you want" Athena said, stepping out of the room with a quick "Bye, Julie".

Julie began to stare down the doctor. "I just woke up from who knows how long of a blackout, and I'm chained to a chair. What the hell?!" She hissed, pulling her chained arm up to prove her point.

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This monopolized the aboriginal epoch in all her few short years of working that she had gotten hurt. Of course there was an occasional shove but never did the drawing of blood occur. Removing the bloodied Kleenex from her wrist, her eyes studied the wound closely as it were going to disappear. But it never did. The incision was only two to three inches in length, surrounding slightly reddened skin. A part of her did not understand... what the hell did the woman use. Patients weren't allowed to have anything sharp or hazardous otherwise. But the nurses would have taken care of it.

Pulling open one of the drawers to her desk, the woman spotted the small, convenient first aid kit. While she tended to her own, a small amount of gauze was applied with the assistance of medical tape. Sonya glanced back at the sound of hearing the door open. Again the heavy-set nursed entered with the woman responsible for the pain emanating from her wrist. She was going to suggest they meet another time but hadn't had the chance to because the nurse was quickly retreating to the door.

The blue light that sparkled from the window helped to lighten the features of her face. Instead of answering the woman right away, Sonya moved a few papers and folders around until she spotted what she was looking for. Rosie Clark. If it hadn't been for the photo then perhaps Kelly/Julie would have remained a mystery. She took her time in reading over the information. The revealing to her that Rosie was in fact diagnosed with DID/MPD and it would most likely explain her eradicated behavior.

Raising her injured arm up so that the concealed blemish could be seen, Sonya quirked a brow. "Forgive my sour mood. A woman cut me just now. I think- no I know she did it on purpose. Maybe she wanted to start up some trouble.... Y'know she actually looked just like you except her name was Kelly. Do you know of her? Because I'd really like to tell her how much this hurts. And how she could have cause another patient to relapse."

Standing up from the desk, Sonya appointedly snatched the key from the table top. Viewing this opportunity to posses a privy moment with Rosie/Julie should not go to waste. As she arrived to her destination, she kneeled down and unraveled the cuffs before setting them on the glass table. "I don't see the point really." She mumbled.

"I'm Sonya Asano, and you are Julie I presume." This time the doctor did not offer her hand -- she learned. "I get the feeling I'm going to be introducing myself one more time." Heading over to the plush chair, adjacent to the leather sofa, Sonya took a seat and rested her head against the head rest. Her eyes slowly drifted close in content.

"I won't tell you why you were cuffed to a chair... it's probably better that way." She continued, "And I won't make you stay either... But I am your new doctor and I hope to see you leave this place one day."

At least distinguishing the personalties would be easy.

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" There is no patient named Kelly here. I know of all of the patients. Just so I know how to avoid them all. Damien is the one that would have relapsed, right?" she smirked and began to rub her wrists. "I guess if I was going to do it, I would do it because of the trouble. Of coarse, that would involve going near one of them" she put her arms down on the steel chair and began to look over Sonya's face. "Yes, I am Julie. People do call me Rosie from time to time, though. I think it's supposed to be a nick-name or something, but I am not a rosy person at all, even I know that" Julie tried not to delve deeper into her second comment, but she had to. Why would she be introducing herself again? Did she think Julie would forget? Julie definitely didn't think she would forget, after their abrupt meeting.

"Of course you won't tell me. No one ever does tell me anything" she spat and looked up at the clock on the wall. "Shouldn't they be bringing my medicine soon? It keeps me from blacking out for a while" Of course, she didn't know she wouldn't be getting it, and things worked like clockwork around here normally. She began to stand up, but then brought a hand to her hair and sat back down. She began to pat her pockets lightly. "I suppose I should stay for now- easier than having to come right on back later. Have you seen my pony-tails? I practically had to murder someone to get the ones with metal-" she stopped and laughed, remembering.

"They just don't work as well as the non-metal ones, but they 'could be hazard in my hands, apparently-" she stopped for a second and frowned. "They mentioned a Kelly then, too. Said she might get bored and do something with them.... maybe I don't know this place as well as I thought.." her frown deepened as she thought. "Anyway, I hate all this hair, so I would appreciate it if I could be given more, or if I could find my silver ones. Have you seen them? Maybe I dropped them..." she muttered.

Those pony tails were all they had ever given her, and she would be damned before she lost them. It's funny, it was almost the only thing she cared about. She began to search the area on the floor around her seat. When she couldn't find them, she growled and her eyes would have lit on fire if they could. The only thing they had given her, the only thing that showed they even saw her and she had lost it! She huffed and pulled her over the metal back as she slouched in the chair. "Perhaps someone stole them" at this thought, she curled her hands together. If someone had, she would get them back. Perhaps it was the fact that her past was so troubled, but she had loved those things. She knew her father-if he could be called that- had never given her anything, except for that horrible scar on her back, and the hate of everyone planted deeply in her soul.

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Sluggishly, her eyes drifted open just as Julie answered her question. There was no Kelly there because she is Kelly in a way. Yet she would have to speak to each identity in a way that, that specific personality can handle. Only thing was, she would need to learn all of them before even attempting to start psychotherapy. So far, Kelly seemed to be a trouble maker. Maybe the one Rosie would dig out to escape her problems or cope with them. It was just a hypothesis. Julie on the hand had the potential to be just as cunning.

Her personality makes up the sum of identities, which have been split at some point in the past. And is usually due to some individual or multiple traumatic events; causing the formation of multiple personalities. The most common is result of long-term, chronic, severe, sadistic child abuse. To escape, the splitting process becomes their way of coping with emotional intensity, conflicts, huge distress, and intense pain-- far too difficult for any child to manage on their own. So they barricade their pain, locked it away from themselves, and leave it there.

Sonya had dealt with one before, seeing as it is quite difficult. The clinical treatment for someone with DID / MPD is long term. Length, difficulty, and destabilizing dangers of therapy can become difficult for both the patient and the psychologist. The whole point is to condition each personality and eventually get them all to find common ground, merging them together But until then, Rosie --a person with MPD-- would be treated as any other so called normal person. So in turn, Sonya could not confuse her by telling Julie things about Kelly.

"Yes, you're right actually." She responded. "Damian could have relapsed..." She said serenely, eyes falling down to the bandaged wound as she gently laid her hand on top of it. "And, no. I haven't seen them. You might have better luck asking one of the nurses." She rested her head on the palm of her hand, using it as if it were a pillar while absentmindedly staring down to her wristwatch. Seeing as it was near feeding time for the patients according to the schedule.

"So is there anything you would like to tell me, Julie?"

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Julie huffed and checked her pockets again, just to be sure. "I'll ask Athena about it later" she said simply, standing up. "I don't have anything to say to you. No one believes me when I say I'm not sick, and you prolly won't either" she rolled her eyes and stood, walking to the solid metal door. She swung it open and began to walk to the rec room. She kept her eyes forward as she walked through the halls, and none of the various nurses paid her any mind, except for the occasional angry look. She didn't know what they were for, but she didn't want to speculate.

When Julie found her way into the cavernous white space, she walked right over to the table farthest away from everyone else and and sat down. She began to tap her fingers against the solid surface, thinking. They seem to mention this Kelly a lot. I wonder what nutjob she is. Seems like a crazy, anyway. I mean, I would attack the girl too, but not without provocation! Julie began to search the faces of the patents. She racked her brain, and eventually she remembered every one of their names, and still no Kelly. Damn. Oh well... I'll figure it out later she thought, and put her head down on the cool surface of the table. When she was just about asleep, she felt someone tapping her on her shoulder. "What" she hissed. "Go to your room" Athena's voice ordered, and she rolled her eyes. Well, it seemed the two people who hated everyone liked each other just fine. Julie waved her off, but the snapped her head up.

"Hey. Have you seen my ponytails?" She asked, but when the plump nurse frowned, Julie became angry. She hasn't said anything, so she knew, but she wouldn't tell her. "Fine. It wasn't like they were important anyway" she hissed and sat her head back on the surface. She heard the heavy footsteps of the nurse leaving, then the door swinging open and closed. Julie grumbled and cracked her fingers under the table.