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Filled with old, white couches, this room serves as a lounge or common room for the patients of this ward.

Arielle stood in the corner of the lounge and looked around at the patients. She wasn't very familiar with any of them as she usually worked in the horifically insane unit where her brother stayed. But the Middingly Insane unit had been short on staff and she'd been transferred here for half of her shift and would probably be working like that until they hired some new obs. She didn't like being away from Jensen for very long but she also knew that the guards in this unit could be pretty cruel and she anted to help the patients as much as possible.

Arielle watched the patient walk in and studied her. Even though she barley knew any of the patients in the ward, she could tell that the girl was fairly new. Arielle had always made a point of trying to make the new patients feel welcome. With a small sigh she walked over and offered a small smile. "Hello there" She said, tucking a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear and trying to meet the girls eyes, though she seemed to be avoiding it.

Arielle blinked, somewhat taken back by the actions of the patient. "I'm supposed to familiarize myself with the patients." She said, making sure to keep her voice firm. She watched the woman handle the knife and let out a soft sigh, She knew she was supposed to confiscate things like that, but she also didn't want to get into a fight with the patient, which she knew would happen if she tried to take it away. "I would hide that if i were you. The other guards will take it away and won't be very kind about it."she said. Arielle tried her best to keep the patients happy and safe, but she wasn't sure how this patient would react to the advice. Probably not very well, but Arielle could handle the situation if it got out of hand.

Arielle shifted her position and held her back straight, her eyes darkening a bit. She knew it was best not to argue with the patients in these situations, especially when she had a sneaking suspicion that this patient might belong in a bit of a higher ward. "No I am not going to take it away from you." Arielle said, her voice calm and even. It was a voice she had learned to use when talking with difficult patients a while ago. Especially when Jensen was... acting up. "I'm suggesting you might get in trouble. The guards here aren't very kind, they don't take kindly to weapons." She said, keeping it as neutral as possible. "Not even the doctors are allowed weapons. Only the guards." She said. She was trying her best not to suggest that the girl was a patient again, seeing how negatively the girl had taken it the first time. She tried to leave open the suggestion that the girl as just another visitor, or a doctor. Arielle had always been pretty easy at taking threats, never really taking them seriously from anyone, so she showed no reaction to the threat the girl had made. It was nothing new. After growing up in foster care she knew plenty of people who should have been in the hospital.

Sorry I've been super busy with babysitting. I'll reply as soon as I get on a computer

Anya... was horribly and irrevocably lost. She inched forwards and carefully glanced from side to side, wondering if she was in any real danger. She was worried that she might be nearing Jason's place, that horribly twisted jerk. She gulped and finally traipsed upon the lounge, peeking her head in.

She inched into the lounge and pulled at a guard's sleeve. "Excuse me? I think I'm lost."

"There's a lounge?" she asked politely. Julian didn't look dangerous, but her therapy sessions had led her to fear the other patients.

"I- I was trying to get from the library back to my- my cell." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Please, I need-" The guard pushed her to the ground.

"Ask later."

She stood up, staggering towards the door. "I should go." Even the guards terrified her. It was strange, being trapped among all those insane.

The guard knocked Julian back, smacking him. He grabbed Anya by her collar and pulled her close. "Rude like this?" he asked, throwing her into the wall.

"Please stop!" she pleaded, fingers flying, as if she might be able to change something of their dispositions.

The guard groaned and was out cold.

She wiped her eyes. "Thank you. But aren't you in more trouble, now?"

"I would have been fine." She blinked, standing. "Thank you, though. I hope he doesn't remember."

She smiled slightly. "Are- Are you dangerous?"

She gulped. "Why are you here?"

"Did you... do any thing?" she asked.

"Oh," she gulped, standing up. "I should go."

She shook her head. "I don't know my schedule and I'm still lost."

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Arabe..."

Arielle studied the girl for a moment longer before giving a small nod. "I Won't bother you about the knives anymore then." She said softly. She didn't really like conflict and was trying to get her degree in psychology as fast as possible, but it would take a few more years. She wanted to help more as a doctor than she could as a guard. Though she doubted that patients like this would be welcoming to the help. "It's nice to meet you..." she said, trailing off. She didn't know the girls name and was hoping she would fill it in, though Arielle wouldn't be surprised if the girl told her to fuck off.

She looked at him, pretty worried. "How does an inmate know where everything is?" Anya asked carefully. "Aren't you supposed to stay in certain areas or something?" She bit her lip.

"You've tried to get away?" She was getting more comfortable.

Anya sat, curled up in her clean, simple war garb, a rough woven tapestry-blanket wrapped over her shoulders, as if the 60 degree weather was too cold for her. On her knees was an incredibly complex coloring book, and once marker colored, could be torn from the collection and used as stained glass against windows. The process was soothing and methodical, requiring her mind.

Drina skipped into the lounge, not a care in the world or at all for that matter. She hopped onto one of the couches and sat there on the edge of the couch, her eyes piecing the surroundings around her. She saw a girl a little away from where she was, she found herself sitting there, staring for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. "I know...I know..." She mumbled to herself, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. She giggled softly to herself, one only wished to know what she was thinking in that pretty head of hers.

Anya looked up to stretch her neck, then gasped sharply at the girl staring right at her. Some of these people were deadly dangerous, she knew. She smiled slightly, uncomfortably, and tried to return to her art.

Drina's giggle only loudened with the gasp. "She's scared of us? I don't know why....you're really the only scary thing....what it's true...you did this to me, remember..." She mumbled as a smile stretched over her lips, she still didn't look away, if anything she stared deeper, more intensely. "Do you have a problem?" She asked the girl, wanting to spark the conversation they weren't having.

"N-no. I'm just not used to people... Looking at me." She lowered her head. No one must notice her. They were all potential Jasons. They would love it if she cared, then hate her for her pity. They'd kill her. "Who are you talking to?" She was very aware of the multiple characters in someone's head.

Drina's smile widened, she leaned forward in her seat. "Interesting, don't worry about everything, I won't kill you, my brother doesn't approve to it yet..." She said trailing off before she laughed. "Oh, my brother....he's in my head you know...he sometimes isn't aware that he runs his mouth..." She whispered.

She gulped. Yet? So this girl was divided on killing her? It sounded like she'd be dead sooner rather than later. Her hand shook slightly, as she tore out a stained glass page. "Do you want to color?" Oh please let this girl calm down and ignore her. Oh please. "Is your brother nice?"

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Drina frowned when she held out the paper. "uh...sure..." she said as she got off the couch and made her way over, sitting on the ground before her. "How does it work?" she asked as she took the sheet and stared at it in curiosity and confusion. Drina then snapped her dark eyes at the girl, her brother....nice...HA! Drina laughed rather loudly at the small question before she went to a dead pan expression and spoke, "My brother tried to rape me...so i killed him, his voice is now in my head. when my foster parents came home, he made me kill them too..." she said with a look so dead she seemed lost. "Does that answer your question...?"

((Darn!))

She frowned slightly, sliding down to sit on the ground next to Drina. "Well... when you color the flowers or a rainbow or all these things... when they're colored, you can put them up against a window and have them look nearly real," she smiled, trying to look sort of nervously happy. "Wow... I suppose it does answer my question, after all..." She swallowed a bit. "Here, this green is the best one," she passed the marker.

((So sorry, I've been really busy lately and haven't been on >~< again, really sorry!))

Drink nodded at the instructions as she took the marker in her hands. She stared at it for a few moments before she popped the lid off and dragged it across the paper where she wanted it to be. She never lifted her eyes from the page, finding this all too fascinating. "Do you do this often?"

((It's okay!))

She nodded. "It's supposed to keep me from panicking. It works... sometimes," she sighed, coloring a rose a bright shade of red, blood red. She flinched away from the color, and switched to purple.