...there was an asylum. Those on the outside would know it as St. Patrick's. But those within the white marble walls would come to know it as The Screaming Place. The halls would echo with the sounds of the inmates begging to retain what sanity they had left in this world. The technology associated with mental cures had come a long way...but the doctors of St. Patrick's were more...traditionalists...so-to-speak. The lights would flicker as power was siphened to the shock treatment rooms, and occasionally a janitor would need the heavy mop after a "succesful" surgery. To leave St. Patrick's with a sane mind would be a miracle indeed.
Dr. Forlan kept a brisk pace as he toured the facility. At his side was the newest intern who had been specially selected due to his "splendid personality". The intern kept a bright smile as Forlan showed him the sights and the different wards, occasionally daydreaming of the new car he would soon be driving once payday arrived. Just as he got to the part where the large bosomed blonde slid into the seat next to him, Forlan made a special introduction.
"This is F-Wing, but many of us know it as the 'Ever After' wing. By coincidence it is where we keep many of the violent Identity Dissociation cases who have come to believe they are a fictional character...of the fairy tale sort".
"Fascinating" responded the intern, keeping his true opinions hidden behind his smile.
"For instance," began Forlan as he came to a stop at the first door on their right, sliding open the viewing window and peering inward. ", here we have the 'lovely' Gale Summer. When she was ten years old her family took her on a camping trip where bears tore apart her parents and siblings, leaving her barely alive. The trauma of the incident carried with her for years and lead her to a life of prostitution before she was brought to St. Patrick's. However she won't answer to Gale anymore. She would most prefer you refer to her as 'Goldilocks'," Forlan chuckled as he slid closed the window and continued down the hall. "Heck. We can't even get her to eat the food unless we convince her it's porridge and serve it to her at a certain temperature."
The intern chuckled honestly, easily finding the humor in the tragedy of another. -Schadenfreude-.
Forlan checked his clipboard, so not to get the next name wrong. It always slipped his mind for some reason, even though he was very good with remembering details of the inmates. "Miss...Samantha Thursgude" he said, sliding open the hatch and making sure the occupant of the cell was being a good girl. "Once a very intelligent mechanic, that was until she contracted feline therianthropy... aka a Were-Cat. The transformation was devestating to her mind and in an effort to "cure" her disease she began to replace various parts of her anatomy with mechanical substitutes, most notably her lower legs. When we found her she was jumping across rooftops, dressed in nothing more than a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat and calling herself..."
"Let me guess..." said the intern. "Puss in Boots?"
"Very good" nodded Forlan, sliding the hatch shut and bathing the room's occupant once again in darkness.
"Next is a young lady by the name of Sarah McKinlay. 'Mental Issues' doesn't even come close to describe this one. While the others have histories of violent tendencies, this one is often associated with the wirlwind of death she brings with her wherever she goes. Getting her here was a chore as you might expect."
"What name does she like to go by?" snickered the intern.
"Red Riding Hood" said Dr. Forlan, having somehow lost all humor in the tone of his voice. Sliding open the hatch upon the door, he peered inward and seemed to stare for quite some time before the intern broke the silence.
"And what's her story? Grandma was eaten by a wolf and.. oh no..years of trauma followed. Or does she just have a very unhealthy attraction to scarlet cloaks?" joked the intern, trying desperately to get Forlan to chuckle and ease the tension.
"Do you believe in God?" said Dr. Forlan quietly.
"Well sure. I guess" said the confused intern, perplexed by the question.
"You should start praying then..." calmly replied the doctor, his hand beginnging to shake involuntarily as he removed it from the window latch...
...feeling that at this point it was moot to bother shutting it.
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Is this a post a RP thead or a story.... I have a group of girls that will fit right in....
...there was an asylum. Those on the outside would know it as St. Patrick's. But those within the white marble walls would come to know it as The Screaming Place. The halls would echo with the sounds of the inmates begging to retain what sanity they had left in this world. The technology associated with mental cures had come a long way...but the doctors of St. Patrick's were more...traditionalists...so-to-speak. The lights would flicker as power was siphened to the shock treatment rooms, and occasionally a janitor would need the heavy mop after a "succesful" surgery. To leave St. Patrick's with a sane mind would be a miracle indeed.
Dr. Forlan kept a brisk pace as he toured the facility. At his side was the newest intern who had been specially selected due to his "splendid personality". The intern kept a bright smile as Forlan showed him the sights and the different wards, occasionally daydreaming of the new car he would soon be driving once payday arrived. Just as he got to the part where the large bosomed blonde slid into the seat next to him, Forlan made a special introduction.
"This is F-Wing, but many of us know it as the 'Ever After' wing. By coincidence it is where we keep many of the violent Identity Dissociation cases who have come to believe they are a fictional character...of the fairy tale sort".
"Fascinating" responded the intern, keeping his true opinions hidden behind his smile.
"For instance," began Forlan as he came to a stop at the first door on their right, sliding open the viewing window and peering inward. ", here we have the 'lovely' Gale Summer. When she was ten years old her family took her on a camping trip where bears tore apart her parents and siblings, leaving her barely alive. The trauma of the incident carried with her for years and lead her to a life of prostitution before she was brought to St. Patrick's. However she won't answer to Gale anymore. She would most prefer you refer to her as 'Goldilocks'," Forlan chuckled as he slid closed the window and continued down the hall. "Heck. We can't even get her to eat the food unless we convince her it's porridge and serve it to her at a certain temperature."
The intern chuckled honestly, easily finding the humor in the tragedy of another. -Schadenfreude-.
Forlan checked his clipboard, so not to get the next name wrong. It always slipped his mind for some reason, even though he was very good with remembering details of the inmates. "Miss...Samantha Thursgude" he said, sliding open the hatch and making sure the occupant of the cell was being a good girl. "Once a very intelligent mechanic, that was until she contracted feline therianthropy... aka a Were-Cat. The transformation was devestating to her mind and in an effort to "cure" her disease she began to replace various parts of her anatomy with mechanical substitutes, most notably her lower legs. When we found her she was jumping across rooftops, dressed in nothing more than a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat and calling herself..."
"Let me guess..." said the intern. "Puss in Boots?"
"Very good" nodded Forlan, sliding the hatch shut and bathing the room's occupant once again in darkness.
"Next is a young lady by the name of Sarah McKinlay. 'Mental Issues' doesn't even come close to describe this one. While the others have histories of violent tendencies, this one is often associated with the wirlwind of death she brings with her wherever she goes. Getting her here was a chore as you might expect."
"What name does she like to go by?" snickered the intern.
"Red Riding Hood" said Dr. Forlan, having somehow lost all humor in the tone of his voice. Sliding open the hatch upon the door, he peered inward and seemed to stare for quite some time before the intern broke the silence.
"And what's her story? Grandma was eaten by a wolf and.. oh no..years of trauma followed. Or does she just have a very unhealthy attraction to scarlet cloaks?" joked the intern, trying desperately to get Forlan to chuckle and ease the tension.
"Do you believe in God?" said Dr. Forlan quietly.
"Well sure. I guess" said the confused intern, perplexed by the question.
"You should start praying then..." calmly replied the doctor, his hand beginnging to shake involuntarily as he removed it from the window latch...
...feeling that at this point it was moot to bother shutting it.