Orerlies grabbed at Joshi's arms, pulling ehr hands away from her head,
"Ow, ow." she wailed helplessly as her head ache got even worse, the noise getting louder. She squeezed ehr eyes shut, trying to block everything out, it didn't help that the orderlies memories were now battering ehr mind since they were touch her.
"Ow, ow." she siad again.
Levi was slammed and tackled form teh side by orderlies, who'd finally decided to come in. Three orderlies were now on top of his, holdng him down as he fought and snapped his teeth.
Joshi was taken to her room and laid down on her bed. She'd be talked to later, now they were trying tof orce her to take pills and trying to get her stop clutching at her head and wailing. She was finally injected with something and went limp, falling to sleep.
Levi was dragged to his room, fighting all the way and shouting, they weren't going sedate him though, probably becuase they ahd too many people under sedation all the time. He was thrown into his room and locked in, they'd have a therapist come into talk to him later probably.
Levi, in his more lucid moments, had wondered why he was still in an oridnary and not in a padded room. He squattedon his bed adn glared at the door. He jumped and threw himself into the door, trying to break it down, he growled and shoved and slammed into the door, trying to be allowed out.
Joshi hadn't been given too much sedative and woke up only a little later, her head still hurt and the orderlies never shut the lights off becuase they wanted to be able to see them all the time and keep watch on them with security cameras. She pulled the blanket over her head and pressed the pillow over her head, trying to block the light out.
Evangaline felt an arm on her back, but flung it away and sprinting forward without another thought. But even behind her bloodlust rage, she felt a small prick, and the red faded to dark rose, then black.
She woke in a padded room, the safe comfort of the empty padded room. Finally, she was safe, and was almost happy for a few minutes before sleep came and tore her away into her nightmares again.
Back in his room, Dmitri stared at the wall. There wasn't much else to do. Nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do. His eyes didn't change this time, only his hair, height and complexion. Where Dmitri had sat, a 6'3" dark-skinned blonde had taken his place. "Dmitri" grinned. He could entertain himself. "Oh, say! Can you see?"
Evangaline's padded heaven crashed into reality when an Orderly came to give her her medicine. Protocal, she assumed, even though anyone with a brain would realize she was fine when she wasn't in panic mode.
Which, coincidentally, kicked in at the sight of the needle. Evanganline thought she could see the tip coated in hardened blood, the glass tube nearly bursting with some terrible poison. The Orderly seemed to take notice of her tensing shoulders and quickening breathing, and slowly began stepping back, hiding the offensive needle from her sight.
That's right, thought Evanganline, returning to a normal state of mind in the absence of danger, go get me my nice calming-down pill. The panicky part of me doesn't like needles.
"Take a seat," Remus' orderly snapped at him,"and tell Mr. Grittle why your here. Mr. Grittle was a pudgy man, with a cruel, snotty voice that never seemed to go away, unless he was talking to younger female orderlies.
"I'm here because my parents hated me, and chose t-AAAOOWW!!" Remus cried as he was struck by his orderly with something hard and sharp.
"The REAL reason, you twit!" snarled his orderly.
Remus whimpered, "because I fell and spilled my food on you.."
"That's better," the orderly breathed into Remus' ear. "if you cooperate with us you'll be fine. We're just here to help you.." said the orderly, his words dripping with venom.
"By the dawn's early light? What so proudly we-" The door opened, cutting "Dmitri" off. He turned around, quickly changing back to normal. His orderly gave what could only be called an evil smile. Medication time. For Dmitri, the needles came later on. For now, it was just some sort of pill, which he took silently.
((Well, I can't speak for the others, but Dmitri is in his... what's the right word here? Room?))
((ok, something needs to happen to get everyone together again....))
((Hey, I'm game.))
((i can return to my room, if someone makes an "announcement" for a session.))
Guess the pills aren't cutting it anymore, Evangaline thought.. They seemed even more determined to give her that shot, but her superpowered panic mode witll have none of that, now.
Sharp. Needle. Poison. Unsanitary. Blood.
Ooooh....blood....my panic mode did NOT like blood, the calmer part of Evangaline remembered. Unless it was splattering the torso of the person holding the needle and it wasn't my own, I guess, because I apparently had no problem punching a hole in the orderly's chest and watching him stain the floor with red.
Seeing the threat neutralized, Evangaline calmed down and settled back into her corner. That is, until another orderly, probably without knowing the fate of the first due to his calm composure, announced group therapy. Great, more stimulus for my crazy side, Evangaline thought.
"It's time for group therapy."
Dmitri's orderly had come back in immediately following his finishing of the Star-Spangled Banner. Dmitri groaned. He hated speaking to anyone. No one seemed to completely understand him when he spoke anyways.
Joshi had gotten changed, she was now in a set of dark blue and gray plaid shorts and a white polo, her feet were still just in socks though when group therapy was called. She wandered out of her room and then stopped, unsure of where to go, she couldn't remember the way to the group therapy room and there was no oderly around here to ask.
Levi was let out of his room, he growled at the oderlies and gnashed his teeth. THey grabbed his arms and he kicked and fought them as they dragged him off to group therapy.
((Would you consider allowing me to join in, I have an idea for a carchter.))
Joshi stood stalk still in front of her door, she peered down the hallways and saw one of the people from breakfast walking with an orderly, she couldn't remember who it was though, she turned and ran after them, her socked feet padding against the ground, they probably knew where theyw ere going.
Remus lifted his head from his pillow at the sound of the announcement. It was about the "Group Therapy." More like Group Depression Remus thought. His still fuming orderly entered by the sound of it to lead him to the session. "Just take me there to get this over with already!" Remus growled.
As they entered the session area, Remus noted that the hostess of this group was new, or at least, he did'nt recognize her voice.
Name: Chaz Louis
Appearance: Chaz is 6’ 5” and has short brown hair. Chaz has a black hoodie that he brought with him, and is always seen wearing it, he also wears blue jeans and a blue T-shirt. He always seems untidy and his face is easily forgotten.
Advantage: Chaz is able to move around relatively unnoticed and can avoid being seen if he wants to. He can also assess what a person has on their person before taking action.
Personality: Chaz usually gets involved only when there is something he could get out of the deal. He likes being around other people, but prefers working alone.
Bio: Chaz was sent to the refuge when he was 13 because he had been found guilty for stealing $5,000 from a shopping center in cash and merchandise, and his parents didn’t want him to go to a Juvenile Detention center. More TBD.
'Group therapy, what a bore.' Chaz thought to himself, 'maybe I'll get a chance to work my fingers, I guess I'll go.' Chaz got up and let the orderly guide him to the group room.
Evangaline, though the surface of the floor had much potential for tripping, could not help but notice the new person in charge of group discussion. She was used to the same people who knew it was best to ignore her and not try anything that might make her upset. This might not go so well.