b.lueeyes Posted January 24, 2014 Share Posted January 24, 2014 borderline/|INSANITY |\borderline/| I BECAME INSANE. WITH LONG INTERVALS OF HORRIBLE SANITY. |\insanity/| |\-Jae-Hwa-/| |\-b.lueeyes-/| Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
b.lueeyes Posted January 24, 2014 Author Share Posted January 24, 2014 Another road, another gate, another institute. An unmarked sedan, flanked by two police cars, made its way up the winding driveway, in the middle of the afternoon. Half-set over the horizon, the sun cast colours and shadows; the sun would tip over the horizon soon, and dealing with their transport during the daylight hours was difficult enough, but if the officers had to move them at night, there was no telling what the reaction may be. Dark, wrought iron gates were met and passed, the stop only momentary, but enough to be noticed from the back of the sedan. As the convoy passed through the tall gateway, the walls cutting off all other access to the inside, a figure pushed himself up from where he lay on the back seat, having managed to find a comfortable position lying on his side, his hands tied behind his back for what he had been told was 'everyone's safety.' Pale eyes wondered whether that was true for his own safety, when they were taking him to another one of these places... They ground to a halt once more, and both officers and staff from the institute prepared to transport their newest high-context prisoner inside. Silas Zachary Murillo blinked, dark locks falling over his eyes in a soft mess as the door was opened, and he was met with the barrel of a gun and a set of hands ready to lead him inside. Turning his back towards the door, his eyes narrowed as he caught the fumbling of density chains and the short conversing between policeman and (seemingly) nursing staff. Silas allowed himself to be taken from the vehicle, stumbling a little over the edge of the door, but managing either way. The sun was foreign to his eyes after endless hours in black-tint transport, and the patient had to turn his gaze away from how bright it was. A small shiver ran through him as he breathed in the scent of sun, air, and fresh cut grass, and the pale teen swallowed at the smell of outside so close. Sniffing, he looked down at the chains that kept his hands four inches apart, and in a moment of need- looked up at the institute. If it weren't a mental institute, it might be a nice place. A dark chuckle flickered into the back of his mind and Silas stood up straight, and he shuffled forward in between three policemen and two nurses. Dark wood and large red brick enveloped the building, white eaves, and it was...large. Very large. It was meant to be some top-knotch facility but then again, so had the last one. Silas took a while to get up the stairs, as his legs were also chained, only far enough away for someone to walk. He spotted the sign as he was led through the door, and suddenly the sun was replaced by artificial light, causing another harsh blink, his eyelids fluttering as he tugged on his chains, shaking his head. The Meehl Institute for the Criminally Insane. Oh; so this is one of those places. The light swung before his eyes as he shifted forward, following the back of the officer before him, and gave a small chuckle as he was taken down the corridor, his head spinning. The black spots in front of his eyes began to dance and he stumbled again, only to be pulled forward, the chains rattling. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Jae Hwa- Posted January 26, 2014 Share Posted January 26, 2014 Thunder...Rain...Darkness... This institute is surrounded by a gloomy aura, just like the people who reside in it. They have all been brought to this place for different reasons, but the one thing they all have in common, is that they are considered a "problem to society". The clinic is huge, with many top notch facilities, seemingly like any other normal hospital for the mentally sick, but that can't be further from the truth. This place is a living hell for those with the misfortune to end up here against their will, but for those who manage to get use to the idea, it becomes just another part of their boring life. This is the case for patient 21, Gin, accused of attempted murder, psychopathic intents, rape, pedophilia, between many other crimes, one of the most serious cases in this place. A figure moved around in bed seemingly cold and bothered. He was sweating and talking completely unaware of himself. The blankets had long since been thrown on the floor and silver silky hair spread everywhere on bed. The young male was having a bad dream, not unusual for his confused brain. That same morning he had received electrical shocks and had been sedated a few times after throwing one of his "tantrums" in Dr.Henry's office. He still had the white robe wrapped around him, incapacitating his arms and restricting his movement. "Min...jae..." The man called in his sleep, his voice was a plead for mercy. A tear escaped his closed eyes and he clenched his teeth then repeated the name over and over again in heartbreaking cries. "No...dont..we can't..." More pleads escaped his lips, his lashes fluttering slightly and he seemed to be conversing with someone. _________________________________________________ Two young boys stood outside a huge learning facility of some sort. The two seemed to be having a serious conversation. The taller one of the two had an angry expression on, and he seemed to be shouting at the other male, but the younger one didn't backed off. When the silver haired tried to leave, the shorter male grabbed his wrist and tiptoed to press their lips together into a heated kiss. The older one fought it at first, reluctant to give in, but in the end he returned the kiss. ________________________________________________ Gin woke up abruptly in bed, panting, and scared. He had a blank expression on and his eyes were wide open, his skin completion paler than a normal person. He stood up and then...the sound of breaking glass, and the sound of a man screaming. His body bumped against the door and he attempted to take down the piece of wood with kicks. "OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR! YOU BASTARDS! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! TAKE THIS OFF ME!" The silver haired shouted and kept on destroying the room in an attempt to gain the securities attention. ________________________________________________ Dr. Henry received a call. His phone rang persistently bringing him out of his thoughts. There were stacks of paper everywhere in the office, two open files in front of him with the history of two particular patients. The doctor massaged his temples seemingly frustrated, and took off his small glasses deciding to finally answer the phone. "Yes?" A voice replied from the other end narrating the emergency. The woman was his secretary and her voice was full of anxiety. The poor thing was still not use to the place after half a year of working there. It was traumatic for anyone honestly. Listening to the crazy patients and their stories was bound to mess up with the brain of any normal person. "I'll be there" Dr. Henry sighed and hung up, then calmly made his way out of his office. ______________________________________________ Four men stood in the dark, solitary, single bedded room. One of them was glaring at the other three and musing curses at them. The two seemingly stronger ones seemed to be waiting for the doctor's orders, their faces emotionless. Dr. Henry was trying to reason with the silver haired but he has long since learned that talking with his mentally ill patients was a waste of time. "Take him away, we gonna sedate him again." The Dr. finally ordered. The two strong securities grabbed the man by his restricted arms and dragged him out of the room. The silver-haired struggled, trying to fight his way out of the grip, but it proved to be useless. The trio bumped into another group in the corridor. Two other securities were dragging a newcomer to his respective bedroom/cell. Unlike the silver-haired, the newcomer was calm, seemingly use to the idea. Gin watched the boy stumble clumsily and laughed loudly, his voice filling the tight walls. One of the security kicked him to shut him up, gaining a glare from the silver haired. His eyes met with the dark-haired new boy, and he smirked, then blew him a kiss mockingly. "Welcome to hell.." His voice was shaking from the pain of the kick, and it sounded husky, his eyes amused. Dr. Henry glared at Gin and motioned for the other men to take him away. The securities pulled on his robe roughly and shouted a strong "MOVE IT" as they disappeared down the dark hallway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
b.lueeyes Posted January 27, 2014 Author Share Posted January 27, 2014 "Welcome to hell.." Silas' eyes slid upward as the figure was pulled away, practically dragged down the corridor, obviously unwillingly, and pale, almost washed blue eyes were met with the shocking silver of his hair; his back straightened and he stumbled again, the guard behind him bumping into him, forcing him forward once again. "Get going, kid; we don't have all day." The guard grumbled, and as he started walking again, Silas kept his eyes ahead. The silver, almost white in the light...black dots danced before his eyes again and he blinked, glassy eyes fluttering from the fluorescence of the overhead illumination. He didn't quite register where he was being taken; he knew it was going to be a cell of some kind, but yet, his mind could see only silver. Silver. Like a wolf, captive, sulking, ever looking for something to stalk. Wanting to prowl, wanting to hunt... They rounded a corner with the sign 'Ward E: Proceed with Caution' and out of the corner of his eye the prisoner saw a hulking figure, lean but large, and the sound of a low, almost gruntel growl filled his ears. Another chuckle escaped him, and as they stopped before one of the many doors. The rattling of keys and cards filled his ears and he looked up at the door to see the number 15. Ward E, Cell 15. The door was opened and without having to be told, Silas shuffled in, and turned his head over his shoulder to the nurse, raising an eyebrow at her and raising his wrists, glassy eyes unnerving. It was like a cat staring someone down. "You will be confined here total twenty hours per day." The woman began, and he rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his hair fluttering over his cheeks. "Four hours are permitted for activities such as group therapy and individual evaluations for the moment, however this will be extended within the week, depended on your attitude. Until you can prove that you are stable you will remain on twenty hour-" "Stable?" Came a low, quiet voice, and his shoulders slid back as he straightened up, one of the guards hands on his chains as the prisoner before them gave an almost beaurific smile. "Don't you get it? I'm in here cause I'm not stable. Why else would you have'ta shove me in here and feed me pills if I was?" The nurse gave a small, tight lipped smile and blinked twice, before continuing her speech as the guards took the chains from his feet, but not his hands. Oh; alright then. Silas knew what this was. "You will remain on twenty hour confinement, with in-cell meals and no yard time or outer-room time until you can prove that you at least are not as unstable as you are now. As you are one of our physical illness cases, however, you will have individual evaluations four times a week. Is that clear to you?" Silas nodded, and the guards left the room, the door falling closed. Silas slowly pushed his hands through the pulled up slot and the cuffs were removed, and as soon as he had retracted his hands, the slot cut down like a guillotine, pulling a flinch from the teenager. He didn't like that nurse. She was too...condescending for his tastes. But, what could he do? You could do a lot... Not all that much really, he decided, turning to look at his new 'home.' For now. A simple, white sheeted single bunk bed, the bottom bunk sheets disturbed and thrown awry, while the top remained clear. Silas raised an eyebrow at the scene. Shared rooms? What kind of mental facility had shared rooms? None that he had ever been to, and he had stopped counting after four. A single sink, stainless steel, no sharp edges, all smooth lines. There was a closed off area with a shower and a triple covered drain, as well as a toilet (also stainless steel). That, and a wide bench in between the bathroom and the beds... Cozy indeed. Silas slunked over to the bench and dumped himself down, feathery hair falling over his eyes. The ground was concrete covered in tile, white and uncracked. He tapped his shoes on it, chuckling lightly. They probably wouldn't stay that way for long, who knew? Depended on how long he could go without a seizure... A low laugh echoed from his quirked lips and he pushed his hair back with scarred fingers, unable to help the reaction. The sound of growling echoed down the corridor, and shadows passed over the door, causing his smile to widen, showing teeth. They had already started; the visions. But that didn't register. It was a wolf; a predator. But then again, so was he. "Welcome to hell indeed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
-Jae Hwa- Posted February 3, 2014 Share Posted February 3, 2014 Water splashed on the young man's exhausted face forcing his eyes to flutter open and wake up from his unconscious state of mind. He was sitting on the floor, against the walls of the huge, old, bathroom. His eyes were half opened and his beautiful silver hair was wet and sticking to his handsome but worn out face. His clothes were soaking wet from the cold water and sticking to his feverish body. His body rose slowly up and down, and his breathing was difficult, soft pants leaving his dry, broken lips. Dark blue, almost purple color eyes glared at the other two figures in the room. The securities from before were holding buckets full of water that they were using for torture purposes. Gin laughed abruptly, his loud voice filling the otherwise empty room. His eyes widen as he laughed in a crazed manner and he spit at the guards as the men approached him. "Bastards...you say i am crazy?...you say i am dangerous?...If only they knew what bastards like you are capable of doing!" The silver-haired shouted clearly upset and weakened, despite his strong words his voice trembled and he was on the edge of passing out once again. Drops of water fell from the tips of his wet hair as the room went silent. A sudden punch to his cheek and a strong kick to his stomach interrupted the silence as his body fell to the floor with a loud sound. Gin held his stomach in pain, but found himself unable to move. "Shut up! Nobody said you could talk!" One of the securities shouted and gave him another kick. "You wanna talk eh?! I wanna see you open your filthy mouth after I am done with you!" The man threatened and used a taser on the wet, sensitive body. The silver-haired's body convulsionated on the floor, shaking as if having a seizure and eventually stopped. Gin's body became numb to the pain, his body haven gotten use to the abuse. He kept his lips in a thin line refusing to let out any pleads for help, and eventually everything became dark as his eyes closed for the fourth time that afternoon. _________________________________ Gin woke up to the sound of people walking and clicking the restrains on his pained body. His eyes fluttered open and closed again as his vision tried to adjust to the light in the room. He was able to make out the face of Dr.Henry in front of him, but he wasn't capable of staring back at him. Suddenly, a needle plunged his arm and poked his vein not so gently, and he groaned in slight pain. 'Another sedative....' The silver-haired thought and attempted to open his eyes again, but everything was blurry and his eyelids felt heavy.. Dr. Henry looked at his patient carefully. The man had been applied two strong sedatives, and his body had withstood great physical abuse, and yet, he was still conscious. 'What a strong will he has' The dr. thought and approached the silver-haired man. He slapped his cheek a few times trying to wake him up a bi, but he received no response. The dr. sighed and motioned for the securities to take him away. "Finally gave in, didn't he?.." He mumbled to himself and turned his back on them. The sound of clicking registered in Gin's conscious and with great effort he concentrated. He felt the restrains leave his body, and the support of two strong arms on each of his size as the securities picked him up. His body was moving, heading towards the door, or so it seemed. He gather a bit of strength, many rushed thoughts running through his mind, but he simply didn't possessed the energy to succeed in any of his brilliant plants for an escape. Instead he conserved the little energy he had left and let himself be dragged out of the lab and to his new cell. __________________________________ The securities dragged Gin's body down the dark hallways of the institutes, till they reached his new room. The door was opened and his body was thrown roughly on the hard floor. A pain filled groan left the silver-haired mouth, and he laid there breathless and barely able to move. His body was covered in some visible bruises that hurt more than they looked it, and his head had just suffered a small concussion due to the rough treatment. "This is your new roommate newbie" One of the guards announced to the other male figure in the room, capturing Gin by surprised, and snickered. "Don't go too crazy both of you, I wouldn't want you to end up in the same state as your friend over there" The man threatened eying Gin, then left, leaving the new roommates alone. The door closed with a creepy sound and silence took over. Minutes passed and Gin made no effort to move. His eyes were now open but they were eying the white, boring wall. ".....help...." A soft sound left his voice, so low it was almost inaudible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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