Tearmainn for the Mad

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.

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."

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. "

"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.

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.

[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. "

Slitted pools of dark green watched the two of them over the other side of the room. From their quick glances over to him and the pointing in his direction, he concluded that they were in fact talking about him. Unfortunately for Damian they were speaking far too quietly for his average human ears to pick up on. Not even parts of the conversation he was able to comprehend. If only he could lip read, but then what good would that do when the blond, his main target, had his back to him. That contact of him stretching out his legs into her lap caused an angry twitch in both fingers and expression. Lips curled up into a soured sneer to which his mood would easily force him to chuck the book at them just to break up that contact. Why should his little psychopath be allowed contact, yet he was forced to remain cold and alone. He longed for the heat of skin upon skin once more, and not just so he could have another taste of his blood. This was much more personal than satisfying an addiction which consumed him.

Being so caught up in his own angered thoughts, he hadn't even noticed the woman take seat next to him. That was until he felt a slight pressure on his leg and Damian looked down. Sure enough there was a hand close to his thigh and he had to wonder just why. His green orbs shifted up to whom the hand belonged to, the doctor who he had just been speaking with and so easily shooed him away. Her intentions of being here were unclear to Damian, but he had a suspicion that she was here to pick on another victim. The apology she offered was nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment thing, it hardly meant anything, she just couldn't bare to lose trust in a patient as it might have cost her, her job. He could offer her nothing but a roll of the eyes in response. That was until her offer was placed on the table and he looked up to meet deep sapphire pools once more, an eyebrow raised; he had to wonder just what she had meant by that. Surely she couldn't have been suggesting she'd let him do something with her.

No, it couldn't be. Could it?

Damian offered a chuckle and his first words since she had sat down. "Thanks, doctor, I'll be sure to take you up on that offer some time." He smirked as he looked over her perfect body from head to toe, before back to the book he had placed in his lap, searching the cover for any more words to say. "... And I forgive you. Don't worry." With a tiny hint of a genuine smile, he looked back up at her for one final time and reopened the book he held, beginning to read once more.

"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.

"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.

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.

Tristan knew he couldn't get directly involved just yet. If he tried to stop Kelly and they ended up causing a commotion.. It wouldn't look goo for him, he had already caused one today. But that didn't mean that he didn't want to. Didn't want to slap that bitch of a doctor just for trying what she did and didn't want to tackle Kelly to the ground. Her idea of fun was clearly not his when it meant doing things like that. Tristan would never deny that he had an aggressive part in his personality. He was very aware of it. The lack of emotions just kept him mostly passive, but when something has caught his interest then it was his. His alone and probably the only thing he would fight for. To understand that, well people had to know that he really cared little for anything else. Wars didn't interest him, economy didn't, the stupid trees and animals outside didn't either. Why should they ? All those pitiful things they tried to make him feel with in one of their stupid experiments.


When he drifted back from where his thoughts had taken him, both women were being led out of the room and a certain pressure that he didn't recognized until now, left his body, making him breath out through his nose loudly. Instantly his eyes locked onto his usual target. This wouldn't happen again, he would make sure of it. Glancing at the guy in the door and the rest of the nurses, he decided it was worth a try. Maybe if he appeared non-threateningly he could manage to get over to the other. The really aggressive nurse was gone now anyways, the only one he kind of had respect for him.



Straightening the too long shirt over his pants, both in a dark blue that made him look even more pale, he slowly got up from his seat, keeping his arms to the side, swinging lightly as he moved over to where Damian was sitting. Seemed like he was okay for now, he thought as nobody stopped him. Turning around, he could see one of the nurses watching him, but he didn't plan on injuring himself again just yet, so that was okay.


Sitting down next to Damian , he watched him for a few seconds, head tilted, hair falling lightly into his dark blue eyes. " Look. " He started, voice as emotionless as always again. " I don't like that woman touching you. I don't like you looking at her. I don't like having to feel stupid shit because of your primal urges, so if you could stop that, I would really appreciate that. "

Nodding as she bid him farewell, he didn’t bother to look up again, just focused on the words written down on discoloured paper in his hands. The book he was reading was a light romance novel, which wasn’t exactly his style but it at least kept him entertained for a little while. Damian was a slow reader anyway so this would keep him busy for the next couple of days. Sonya had most of his attention though, especially as she was stopped by another patient and conversed with them to which he couldn’t quite catch onto what they were saying. His vivid green eyes constantly shifted from the book to the two of them until he finally spotted the trickle of blood running from between her fingers as she held her arm. An eyebrow was raised and the book became nothing more than an object which he held within his hands. Did she just cut herself or did the patient do so?

“Holy shit…” he bit his lip and squirmed on the hard couch he was sitting on, trying desperately to repress his urges this time, but damn, Sonya was hot enough already without bleeding. It brought back the memories of when he raped his colleague and cringed. Reliving something like that now would surely get him arrested for life without any help for his so-called addiction. Damian forced himself to look away, his fingers scraping against the plastic cover of the book which he now held so closely to his chest, clinging to it as if it was his pure life support. Already he could feel his blood pumping and a growing tightness down below. He couldn’t help but imagine the doctor bent over that glass table in her office with him so ruthlessly pounding into her. Or even having her pinned down against the leather couch and sucking her arm dry from the fresh wound created only moments ago. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…” he cursed under his breath and leant his head back, releasing a muffled groan.

Fortunately, before he could take any further action, the doctor left and her attacker was dragged out of the recreation room by the nurse who always seemed to get in his way. Everything seemed quiet after that and Damian dared to open his eyes, staring at the spot there had just been standing in. His hunter green eyes searched the tiled floor for any spots of blood, but found nothing, much to his disappointment. Heaving a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped and he fell limp back against the couch, just trying to will away the thoughts clouding his mind so that he may return back to normal and once more resume reading. Eyes closed once more, his head tilted back against the back of the couch and his back arched.

What caught his attention next was the words spoken to him in a quiet voice he almost recognized. Damian lifted his head and opened his eyes to stare at the blond boy standing in front of him, looking anything but amused right now, and all he could offer in response to his words was a roll of the eyes. Did he really believe that just by telling him not to be turned on by her was just going to stop him?

“I can’t control my urges,” he stressed, shifting once more on his seat and placing the book over his lap to hide the hint of his ‘urges’. “Besides, why does it bother you anyway, kid?” Once again he rolled his eyes and folded one leg over the other. “Are you jealous of her? I thought you were a psychopath, you know, one of those people who can’t feel anything.” Truthfully it came out a lot harsher than he intended. The fact that Tristan was a psychopath actually quite interested him. Perhaps that was the reason why he could hurt himself without feeling much pain. To say Damian wasn’t keen on trying that for himself would have been a lie.

That was when the idea hit him.

Glancing around, he noted that the most problematic nurse was gone for now, meaning he might be able to get away with something. Looking back towards the blond, he smirked at him in that devious way he had. A tell-tale smirk screaming that he had a plan.

“How about you and I go to my room for a bit?” he said, this time leaning in and much quieter.

Can't control his urges, he said. Was the first that went through his head and for a moment he was actually jealous because of that. There was nothing like that for ihm, he had never felt an urge that he couldn't help but satisfy. It just never happened. Yes there was disgust, and sometimes anger, but it always faded so fast and never really forced him to do something. If he thought about it for a few moments.. the things he was doing now was probably the most, normal and impuslive thing he had ever done. Maybe this whole home here was good for him after all. Or it was just something about the other boy, who knew ? He certainly didn't and didnt want to think about it for now, he had enough time for that when they locked him up in his room again.

Long, thin fingers were doing their usual motions of tapping over his skin again, it was one of the few gestures he couldn't repress. It probably came from being in a room alone for most of his life. He had spent a lot of time in empty rooms, more then actual outside. It was as if he was checking if he was still there, if some part of him didn't just fade away. He was not on eof those boys that broke under loneliness, that became pathetic and submissive creatures,he came out stronger then before, with just a tick or two. But insanity seemed rather common in his family, just like the dark eyes and pale skin. THe light russian accent that he liked to do too, although he was perfectly capable of talking just as normal as any born American. Which he was. Born in America that is.

Sometimes she had yelled at him for being what he was. Sometimes she wanted to put him in dresses because she tought she had a daughter and not a son. Sometimes she just wanted to kill him. Still she was not even the first person he felt disgust for. His first and only kind of emotion. It was his father, the man that left them when he saw that his wife was not only a bit strange, that the son he got was just as strange, that his wife had changed with the birth of him. Devil he had called him, son of the devil actually. And Tristan had just stared at him, like he had stared at everyone back then. For the first five years of his life he had not even talked. Just stared at everyone with his wide, almost black eyes and it had sent chills through his fathers body. When he couldn't take it anymore, he had left.

Maybe that was the reason why he was possessive, Tristan didn't like things leaving him, it was only ever bad for him and his surroundings, the few things he had , he held close. " I am not /jealous/. " He hissed, narrowing his eyes at the other, a soft smile on his face as if he wasn't trying to impersonate the devil right there. Or maybe a snake about to strike, that was exactly what he looked like. " I can't feel anything, no mourning if she died, no anger for being insulted, no heartbreak for being ignored. " He continued, crossing his legs over another, leaning closer. " I just think of you as my toy, you know ? Like my own experiment in this very boring and tiring environment. And what she is doing there is unprofessional, stupid, could make her lose her job, and well, make me lose my toy. I don't like it, I am disgusted by it, but I won't go up to her and hit her for it, I have no interest in interacting with her. "

Feeling like he had explained it good enough for now, he listened to the others idea, thinking about it for a few seconds, looking around if anyone was watching him. " We can't go at the same time. " He said right away, before even really agreeing, but he thought that he said that would be enough of a confirmation. " We have to make it look like we both are going to our own rooms and not meeting up. Guards or not, they might watch us less this way. I could go first and sneak into your room and you can meet me there after a while. " There wasn't even one second about saying no, not for one second. That was maybe one of the good things about not feeling anything, you can't be scared of anything. The feeling that rooted you to the ground, paralyzed you and stopped you from risking things. He lackedd it and in his opinion it was good this way.

" 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.

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?"

The explanation offered to him was something he didn't expect, but took it into account all the same. The comment about being 'heartbroken' was the most surprising. How could a psychopath feel heartbrake just by being ignored? Surely it meant that the feminine-looking blond felt something for Damian at least, and Damian intended to exploit that. Now he wasn't trying to use Tristan, but it could have easily been viewed that way, especially since he invited him into his own room with the intention of giving into his 'urges'. Hopefully the blond knew what that meant and wasn't agreeing to something he had no clue about. Surely he couldn't be that innocent to realise what Damian was implying. Oh well, he'd agreed now and the man couldn't keep that stupid smirk off his lips upon knowing that he would be getting something tonight.

Green eyes scanned once more around the room as he listened to what Tristan had to say. It was true they couldn't go together or risk arousing suspicion, so it they would have to take it in turns. His attention then went onto the clock and thought for a moment. They only had an hour until dinner time, unless they would be serving it early, but that never happened around here. Now they had one of two options; go along with what Tristan said and do so now, making it quick with whatever they did in his room, or they wait until after dinner and one of them could sneak out. Waiting would be more riskier as patients weren't allowed to interact after dinner time and guards roamed the halls. Besides, Damian didn't want to wait that long and neither did his body.

He rolled his shoulders and groaned softly, uncrossing his legs and stretching out. The book was placed on his free side and he turned to look at Tristan, his dark green eyes locking with velvet blue ones. Yep, he definitely couldn't wait.

"Alright, alright, go now. You know what number my room is, right?" he asked, though told him the answer anyway. "It's 102. Hurry up and I'll meet you there within the next ten minutes. Don't fuck with anything in my room though." Not that he had much, patients were allowed a lot considering the problems they faced. "Shoo." he pushed him off the seat and towards the door, just wanting him to hurry up already. Damian really wasn't a patient person and the fact he knew he would be gaining something from this made him even less patient.

He watched him for a few moments, waiting until he left, then crossed his legs once more, bit his lip and picked up the book to read. Every so often he would glance to the clock and around, just waiting desperately until the point he could deem it safe to leave. This was hard.

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.

" Tsk. " He mumbled as he watched the other with narrowed eyes, a small smile on his face, eyes cold as always. " Just because I agreed doesn't mean you can treat me like that. " It wasn't really a threat or anything, Tristan often didn't care that much about the way people addressed him or what they said about him. But he felt superior to most of them and had a golden rule about not bowing or breaking, maybe the only thing that kept him sane in the years of his childhood and afterwards. That did involve arrogant men controlled by lust and urges that Tristan could barely comprehend.


It wasn't as if Tristan was asexual, although all his therapists thought that, there had never been an obvious sign to prove the opposite. Despite their theories he had had sex a few times already, it wasn't like this part of him was dead. But it wasn't really that important to him either. It was something he could do to have fun, like reading a good book, watching interesting people, playing a good game. It made no difference for him and that's why they probably all thought that. Tristan didn't really plan to change that if he didn't have to, he was completely alright, it was one thing less they would be looking for to stop him from.

Shifting on his seat, he placed one of his cold hands on the others thigh for a moment, glaring at him just for a second more, before slowly standing up, stretching and leaning back lightly to get his body in working order after having basically sat around all day again. In a way he was starting to get excited, it wasn't like the other didn't pull any reactions from his body, the blond was just much better at hiding them then Damian could ever hope to be.

Smiling to himself, he made his way out of the room and went down the hall in the direction of his own, throwing a glance back at the guard, sighing lightly when he saw the man wasn't watching him. Making sure that there were no footsteps approaching him, he continued calmly, reaching the others room finally and pressing the handle down slowly, slipping in and closing the door behind him as soundlessly as possible.

Now that was worth everything, the feeling of excitement running through his body at the thought that they could be caught. It made everything a bit better, and the possibility of finally getting some of the frustration out of his system , having fun for a bit too , it really seemed like this was turning into a good day. Humming a slow tune to himself Tristan made his way around the room, staring at the few personal items that he could find, wondering what they meant to Damian.

After a few more minutes of contemplating the small boy made his way over to the bed, lying down on it, putting most of his weight on his elbows so he was propped up a bit and had a perfect view of the door. He thought of undressing, but then it would be safer not to in case one of the nurses came in before Damian. He could always say he got confused or something, but if he was naked.. that wouldn't really be a good explanation anymore. Too bad, he really would have liked to see the others reaction to that...

Skyler

I sat on a chair in the Recreational room, sighing. The amount of time I have been at this place I think would be at least a good whole week. I crossed my legs and looked at the other patients. I began to think to myself. I wonder how they would feel if I killed one of the nurses I thought, chuckling to myself, as if it was a funny matter. As if on cue a nurse came over to me. "Dr O'Neil would like to see you." she stated. I nodded and walked over to an office with the nurse. I flop down on a chair and glance over at an old man with gray hair and glasses.


"Hi Skyler I wanted to tell you that we're dropping your medication." he stated. I shrugged "Whatever." I said. He nodded "You may go now." he said. I got up and walked back into the recreational room and sat down. Really it was boring as hell here. I just got here a week ago after a little "incident" at the grocery store.

I huffed as my hair fell in my face I quickly pushed it away and tapped my foot gently on the floor. I haven't met all of the patients in a week just yet. I crossed my legs and sighed softly.

Damian would sit with the book held up to his nose, but he didn't read it, instead he watched impatiently as people would come and go. The girl who made Sonya bleed came back along with the fat nurse who got in his way and everyone's way by the looks of it. Dumb bitch took this job way too seriously. At least Tristan had gone before she returned so she knew not of their plan and he was going to keep it that way. Currently she seemed pre-occupied talking with the personality disorder patient, Rosie, her name was, right? Not like it mattered, he just waited until she left once more. Most likely to go and deal with the new patient they were informed would be coming today. Damian once again found himself uncaring about this new patient, all he cared for was Tristan and what he would get out from what they were going to do. His mind wandered to muse over the sweet taste of blood his body contained. It was like cotton candy, just more runnier and thicker. These thoughts were turning him on more and finally he couldn't hold on any longer.

The man stood up abruptly, dumping the book on the couch he had been sitting on and his dark green eyes scanned over the patients who offered him a brief moment of attention before returning to what they had previously been doing. Only then did Damian walk over to the exit, but was stopped by nurse who was curious as to his sudden movements and where he was going.

"Where are you off to, Mr. Mason?" she asked timidly, keeping her distance. A small nurse in stature with baby blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was attractive but not what he was after.

"Back to my room, is that a problem?" he folded his arms at her, scowling. Of course she shook her head quickly and stepped back once more. It was clear she was someone who could easily be walked over. A new recruit; there was a lot of them recently. Her inexperience would not go unnoticed around here, and he could use it to his advantage. Really though, Damian was just pleased she let him leave without another word.

Slipping out and quietly down the hall, he avoided the eyes of everyone who he came into contact with and opened the door to his room, slowly sliding in through the crack and closing it up just as quietly as he had entered. Damian's attention immediately went onto the bed where Tristan was laying, propped up on his elbows and watching him with those dark blue eyes -- almost black -- which he could see himself getting lost in for hours. Not that he planned to, they would have to make this quick to avoid being caught.

Damian smirked quite deviously and strode away from the door, purpose in his step. With one swift motion he had pushed Tristan onto his back and climbed on the bed to straddle him, their eyes locking together and hands supporting himself either side of his head.

"Let's get started then, shall we~?"

//OOC: Me and Luflice won't do this here so don't worry. :3//

As he stumbled over his words, the woman listened carefully as he relayed his disorder. The nurse had been right when she said the man was compliant. He did not seem to display any signs of aggression so when he mention MPD, the woman brought her gaze to Richard. Multiple Personality Disorder which once again proved much difficulty when being treated. But because the man actually wanted help with his problem. His other personality might have been any somewhat split from his conflicting emotions. Was he aggressive? Was he hyperactive?

Sonya smiled in appreciation of his easy-going mood. Although she would sill need to read the file at some point or another. There was no better time than now. So, her slender fingers opened the file and began to read over the content. Age, full name, birthday day, disorder diagnostics and a bit of history. It would seem James was found to have committed murder -- pleading insanity-- to have the jury acquit him of his crimes. Because of psychiatric evaluation, Richard was shown to have suffered from mental illness due to several factors; childhood being one of them.

"Well, I'm really glad to hear that you want help. And I want you to know that I'm going to be here for you."
Again, her cerulean hues traveled down to her wristwatch. The time for dinner was even closer now, so keeping Richard any longer meant the both would be missing out on feeding time. And just because she small in character, she could nearly eat a cow by herself if given that situation.

"Hm, I guess we will have to resume at another time. If I'm not mistaken then dinner is going to be served soon. C'mon I'll take you to the dinning hall." Standing up in her place, Sonya went over to the door to lead him to the dinning hall.

He looks around the office his eyes caught her flipping though his file. There was a flash of annoyance shot through him not from him, because well when has he ever been annoyed of someone who he just met? Granted...James is the one who evoked that emotion through him. He really hates seeking help especially something so...trivial. When she spoke once more Richard looks up his smile still have that nervous edge even though she reassured him she will be there for him. He twisted his fingers together as she glanced at her watch, hm?...is the session that short already? "O-oh...already?" he asked standing up from his chair and followed Sonya out the door. "Thanks...this place is a little...confusing to move around." the dark haired man murmured.

There is a reason for that idiot! So deranged people won't be able to escape this place so easily. They don't even have a map to show where to go or where the exit is. Terribly impractical isn't it? It's like they expected patients to be burned alive or something Hearing his...um point Richard grew even more nervous. What he said...isn't true right? Walking down the hall he can tell how...impatient James was a double of himself pushed more and more against a fairly stable barrier. That usually kept him from taking over his other compartment's control so easily.

As they reached the dinning hall he massaged his forehead trying to ease that dull headache that starts to form whenever James hammered harder at the wall. Let me out! I want out! It's been too long! a voice so like his own growled as the headache grew worst and worst. You can't lock me up in here forever! The dinner hall was somewhat quiet other then a little chit-chatter there was a feeling of...uneasiness swept through the place. Not even a roaring fire could help with anything to think the other way. Why? James had stopped attacking his barriers like...he was waiting for a trigger or find a opening to his defenses. What terrifies him more is harming Sonya the doctor he just met only a few moments ago. Darting his eyes around the place once more he wonders what should he do next, get food clearly but...do they... ah... He spotted a line where patients were to get a tray and waited for their food to be served first. He left Sonya's side and went to the line up where he looked a little shorter even with his height was suppose to be decent maybe his confidence shrank most of it. As it was his turn he grabbed a tray and hold it up as the chief served him...chicken breast, peas and mash potatoes. Holding the tray he wander about trying to figure out should he join someone or...find a place on his own. Well since most of the patients were scatter about he took the spot close to the window and poked his fork at the chicken breast. "I hope this is editable."

Skyler

I spent most of my time flipping through pages in a novel, hey just because i'm labeled as a "Psycho" doses not mean I wasn't smart. When dinner came I closed the book and set it down on the ground, under the chair I was sitting on before I made my way over to the Dining hall. I got some greens, mashed sweet potatoes and some chicken. Now it was time to find a seat to sit. I focused my eyes on a empty table. I sighed softly and sat down at the empty table and crossed my legs, before I ate a bit, before I began to scan my eyes over everyone. I pushed my hair away from my face before looking straight ahead, tapping my foot.