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Here is where people to come in order to admit people to the asylum (whether it be police or family). Family also comes here to visit the patients and are hence led to the visitation room.

The outside of the Asylum was enough for Carson to panic. "No." He mumbled as the ominous gray building grew closer outside the car window. "No, no, no." Clawing at his head, all the thoughts of the past events flashed through his mind. He had done nothing to deserve this. He had done nothing to deserve living with some of the most dangerous criminals in the world. Not one thing. "Oh god." He wailed as the car stopped. The driver exited, and opened Carson's door. "Please." He begged. "I'm a lawyer from Denver. The worst I've ever done is not pay a parking ticket."
The driver avoided eye contact. "Can you just get out please? I'm just the driver."
Broken, Carson took his first steps in four hours. He looked at the guards who were coming to escort him inside. Each one grabbed his arm, even though Carson would have gone willingly if they had asked. There was no escape now.
The lobby was not as he expected. It reminded him of his old high school, actually.

When he walked in the many voices around the lobby began to get quiet. All eyes turned to the fresh meat including a girl in the corner. She looked like an average punk girl on the outside but she was insane inside. Or at least that's what they told her. She didn't think she was insane although according to the cameras in her old school showed that she had shot and killed two kids.

The guards made him sit and fill out paper work. They shoved him into the torn vinyl seat and told him to wait. One stood by him, a tazer ready at hand. He let out whimper at the people staring at him, and quickly averted his eyes. He looked at his hands, wondering for the millionth time how he ended up there.

Alex smiled slightly, shifting her gaze from the fresh meat to around the room. A couple weak conversations had started up again but most of the people were still looking at him. She then looked at the ceiling, the smile still on her face. It almost seemed as if something was different.

After being awoken at the early hour of four am, Kia was not in the best of moods, and he certainly wasn't someone anyone craved to be around. Though this wasn't an abnormal thing. He produced a dark aurora that often caused people to run in the other direction, and often he was a silent figure amongst the institute. He didn't talk unless spoken to. Anyways, the reason he awoke so early was 'cause he had to take care of a particular mild case. Beatings were his favorite, but he reserved himself for later. An electric shock was all it took to get the man back under control and into his strait jacket. Now he was acting as a nurse- bringing some new patient for a physic evaluation. It was such a frivolous task and yet he couldn't say no. He might have some fun away. Stopping at the reception desk he asked who he was here for. "Carson Kendall." She replied automatically before pointing him in the direction. Kia placed his hand on the beating stick by his side. The guy didn't look like he'd cause trouble, and he looked relatively normal. But didn't they all?

At the sound of another person's voice, Carson looked up. A guard that seemed scarier than the others stood by the receptionist desk, his hand placed on the beating stick on the side of his belt. By the looks of him, Carson knew that he would not hesitate to beat the living shit out of him at the slightest wrongdoing. Carson gave a weak, closed mouth smile and nodded towards him, a normal action he was not used to breaking.

Alex walked over to the two other patients, crazy lit like a fire in her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked over, steps quick. "Hello boys," she said and looked up at the bodyguard. "Hello sasquatch."

Kia could almost taste the fear that wafted off of the newbie, but he wouldn't satisfy his bloodlust until later. Instead he prodded him in the back to stand up. "Time to go meet some of our lovely staff." He was curious as to how the man ended up here, and he was about to ask, but instead someone else approached them. "Sasquatch?" He asked wrinkling his nose in distaste, he had no qualms about hitting a girl, but he remained stoic still as he looked down at her.

As he abode to the guard's order, Carson gave a slight look of alarm at the girl, then averted his eyes. The last he wanted to do was make enemies on the first day he was incarcerated. He hoped she knew what she was doing.

"Don't like your new nickname Sasquatch?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well too bad." She turned her attention to Carson, studying him. "A new kid on the block, I see. Now you're going to have fun here. I mean, crap food, beatings for the littlest things, and attempt at therapy. Good thing I go through none of that. She does and she doesn't even know I'm here." A wicked smirk twisted her features.

Kia was both surprised and delighted to see how easily the younger boy followed his orders. It would only mean less of a beating, but listening certainly had its rewards. Clearly the girl in front of him didn't seem to think so. He narrowed his eyes wondering exactly who she was, and where her straitjacket was located. He wouldn't mind putting het through a little shock therapy. "Always." He replied grimly. Ignoring her he pushed the boy in the back before continuing to walk past. All she wanted to do was play games, and Kia refused to show interest.

Carson couldn't keep his eyes off her. Why would she pick a fight? Why would she tell him those things? He locked eyes with her, hoping she got the message from his desperate gaze. We will meet again. And just like that, Carson created a promise without words. He jolted as the guard gave him another prod in the back, and quickened his pace.

Alex had gotten his plead right before switching personalities again. She blinked, trying to remember how she had gotten from the corner to over there. Maybe it was just a short term memory loss thing. She shook her head and walked off at a quick pace.

Kia was rather observant, so when he saw the flicker in her eyes it became obvious what her exact illness was. The girl had a personality disorder, it wasn't exactly an uncommon thing here, but he found it strange. Maybe it was just a way for the patients to cope with what they'd done- to just blame it on a certain part of themselves. The guard owned killing his family wholeheartedly. Sure it was a secret, but he wouldn't waste a second in denying it. Silently he guided the male down an empty corridor; every now and again prodding him in the back to remind him to keep walking.

Somehow Carson knew not to speak. But he wanted to, so badly. Talking was always a way for him to release tension. When his family talked about him joining congress, they joked that he would be infamous for filibusters. He would talk and talk and talk, about nothing until

Somehow Carson knew not to speak. But he wanted to, so badly. Talking was always a way for him to release tension. When his family talked about him joining congress, they joked that he would be infamous for filibusters. He would talk and talk and talk, about nothing until

((I got cut off, sorry))

...talk and talk until the issue would be resolved. "I'm Carson Kendall. What's your name?" He asked, not as confident as he wished to sound.

They were almost to the elevator when the boy spoke. He punched on the button before looking over towards him with an obvious disliking. "Kia." His tone spoke volumes on the fact he didn't wish to speak with the stranger, but he was curious, and his questions always got the best of him. "what are you in here for?"

Nothing. Carson wanted to say as he walked towards whatever awaited him at the end of the hall. God he was tired. "I was admitted here because people believed I murdered my girlfriend." He didn't make eye contact with the guard of little words. "How many people here are murderers?" He asked suddenly, his head jolting upwards.

"And you don't believe it?" Kia mused with a soft laugh- almost immediately he could tell what his insanity type was. "Hmm.. Just about everyone. Hey, I killed my entire family, but that's just me. Even some of the sweet little nurses have taken a life in their hands. So, if you did kill her you're not alone." With that he prodded him in the back once more with the beating stick.

Carson laughed at Kia's sick joke, the action feeling strange coming out of his chest. Obviously there was no way the federal public servants taking care of them were murderers. What a strange sense of humor. "Haha, alright man." He lurched at the beating stick coming into contact with his skin. A hallowing fear ate at his chest. "No, I didn't kill her."

Daemon sat in his chair that he'd dragged all the way to the corner, next to the only window with a good view of the small forest outside. He sighed, resting his head against the wall, and drew his knees up to his chest, one of his 'therapy' stuffed animals tucked in his arms as he stared out, almost wistfully. It was obvious he was having one of his bad days, dressed in the same clothes he'd been wearing yesterday, with a ratty grey beanie on to mask his bedhead. Typical.

Adrian walked into the lobby quickly, sighing when he saw the man sat by the window. Looking down at the picture on his clipboard, he identified the guy as Dr Gray's missing patient, and turning on his smile crossed over to where the guy was sat. "Daemon, isn't it?" he said lightly, "You're supposed to be at an appointment right now, did you forget? It's okay if you did; happens all the time." He cocked his head to one side. There were various ways to deal with patients, but he always opened with being nice, and if that didn't work he'd use methods he learned from Dr Gray. The woman was a monster, but she knew how to deal with patients at least.

"No. I knew. I just decided that there are better things to do than talk to her." He replied, not moving to look at him, simply resting his head against the wall and gazing out with a look of confusion. "I want to go outside instead. Can you take me out?"

Adrian sighed. "No I can't take you out, I'm afraid," he said, sitting down beside him, "One, because you're supposed to be with Dr Gray, and two, people don't just get to go outside. You have to play the game in here." He reached into his pocket and drew out the paper bag he almost always had on him. He held it out to Daemon, testing the water. "Sherbet lemon?" he offered, taking one and popping it into his mouth. Even before he had ended up in the asylum, Adrian had been a great lover of all things sweet.

He gazed at it, and hesitated only once, reaching into the bag and slowly taking one, popping it into his mouth, turning his gaze back out the window. "Still not going." He scowled, curling his knees to his chest.

"You know," said Adrian playfully, "This isn't a nice little mental hospital. We're all tucked up here in the countryside where no one has to listen to maniacal screams and shock therapy. I don't know about you, but if I were in your position, I'd listen to the pretty doctors, lest they have the guards deal with you. I don't know whether you noticed, but the guards are not very nice." The guy was clearly being stubborn, but it did no good to be stubborn there. No one had patience for it, so if a patient didn't want to do something straight-jackets and beating usually solved the problem. Adrian didn't like straight-jackets or beatings, not when it could all be solved so nicely.

He studied him, finally turning his head to gaze fully upon the other. "You speak as if she is so much nicer than the guards and beatings." He mumbled, sucking on his sherbet lemon and scowling slightly. "Why did you come and not her?"

"That's true," allowed Adrian, "A demon if I ever knew one, but you have a pretty face, you'd be totally fine. She's pretty phenomenal in bed too. Trust me, it's better to play her games and keep on her good side. You don't want to make an enemy out of her and the guards. I've seen people bite their tongues off to avoid the detention chamber." He chuckled. "She sent me because, and I quote, "You're much less intimidating than me, Adrian." I tend not to lose my temper."

He gazed at him and sighed, softly. "I'll go if you're there." He mumbled, taking it upon himself to steal a handful of the candies and sticking them in his pocket

"I would have been there anyway," he said, "She's my mentor. I don't even have my doctorate yet. I'll tell you what, I'll take you outside first, does that sound like a good deal? It's midday and there's a guard I'm avoiding who won't be on duty there." He stood up, putting the sherbets back into his pocket before adjusting his lab coat.

He brightened considerably, and nodded, smiling weakly and getting to his feet, gravitating towards Adrian and lacing both of his arms around one of the other's. "Okay."

The reports had said the guy was timid, but Adrian didn't mind. Timid was better than violent, as he'd realised before in the past. He paged Artemisia, letting him know he'd be around some time today with the patient before leading him down the corridor. Artemisia would be cruel, as she always was, but it would help with Adrian merely being there.

He kept close to the other as they began to move out, nestling his head against the other's arm and studying the guards and patients as they walked by, dark green eyes alight.

Adrian smiled brightly at the people he passed, greeting the guards like old friends. Complete abusive psychopaths as they were, they had a respect for doctors, and he could deal with that. One of them briefly mentioned Zackary was looking for him, but he ignored it. It was not in the mood for Zackary's temper today.

He glanced up at him, grip tightening slightly, before looking back down to his scuffed black converse. "Who's Zackary?" He mumbled, frowning at his shoes and sighing softly.

"Guard," explained Adrian, "The worst of them. He runs the detention and solitary confinement. He accidentally kills about 4 a year, maybe that will teach you to go to your appointments on time. If I hadn't been with her at the time, she'd have sent him hunting for you. He's her favorite hunting dog." He left out the part of why Zackary was looking for him. Personal business was not good for the patients.

"That'd be nice. Better than being stuck here poppin pills and waitin' to die." He grumbled. Were they even headed outside? Hell if he knew, he'd never actually 'gone out' before, he didn't know where you were supposed to go to do such a thing.

// ...

"Well there are, between you and me, patients who put themselves there on purpose," he said with a smile, "Masochists." He led him down a narrow corridor, the door at the end heavy and metal.

((Move?))

// yes you can .3.

He tensed, slowing down a little. "Are you sure that this is the way outside? He mumbled, a little uneasy as the headed towards the door.

//....

((Is the Garden free?))

// no :(

((Hmmmmmmmmm))

// maybe it's a trick and he's just taking him straight to the docotr?"