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Post by alexharvey on Jan 6, 2013 9:12:10 GMT -5
The little Ginger didn't fall asleep quite easily, instead waited until the Chaos had calmed down. Soon after most of the mess had been cleaned by the Doctor and Perry, there had been noises from the hallway and most of the personnel had scurried out of the infirmary. When most people were gone she heaved herself into a sitting position and tried to slip onto her feet. That was easier said than done though, her body was still shocked from the Panic attack, her legs could hardly carry her without buckling.
It took quite some effort and a lot of leaning onto things until she made it over to Reinhardt's bed. She tried to look at him, but soon realized he was back to his apathetic self, staring into nothingness while leaning against the wall. She observed him sadly, then leaned into his direction as close as she possibly could handle, flowers still cradled in her hands.
"Thank you Reinhardt."
She got no response as expected, so she pulled back into her comfort zone, approximately about 3 feet in Reinhardt's special case, and sat down on a guest chair, knees up to her chest, in the strange expectation that he would "wake up" again and look at her.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 7, 2013 16:10:07 GMT -5
Hindrick frowned deeply at Perry's answer. Usually the man had a frown on his face, but it was even more pronounced you'd think it would stick that way. "I feel rather uncomfortable knowing this place has always been a mess. No wonder Hayes quit," He grumbled and picked up some debris. Though the man did let out a snort at the second comment. "To tell the truth Perry, I think I may be fired before I even get close to quitting. Pennyfeather hates my guts."
Before anything else could be done there was another disturbance. You could see the psychologist literally crumble as soon as the noise reached his ears. Why? WHY? This day never ended. How could this even possibly continue? "Perry, come with me. Thatcher and Winchester, you stay here and keep an eye on things," He called to the personal before running quickly from the room. He swore, his blood pressure must have tripled today, he could already feel the stress eating at his insides.
By the time Hindrick had reached downstairs, Earl the large orderly, was in the hallway with his weapon of choice. A large needle filled with sedatives. Hindrick also saw the mess that have been made. Henry was tearing a painting to bits and Aria was floundering in the glass. Seriously? He was starting to wonder if this place was cursed. All psychologists that worked here either quite or went crazy themselves. He of course found out about this after he signed the contract.
Hindrick bit his inner lip again to keep himself from yelling. This. Was. Fantastic. Utterly. Fantastic. The stocky Russian made a few large steps and made his was over to Aria. He needed to get her out of the glass. By the time he has knelt down next to Aria, the big orderly had grabbed Henry. Earl gripped an arm across Henry's chest, pinning Henry's right arm to his side and bracing the lunatic against his chest. Earl used his left hand to jab the needle into Henry's neck. The motion was so practiced that by the time Hindrick had picked Aria up from the floor the brute was already drugged.
Earl put the needle away and held onto Henry while waiting for the drugs to kick in. Hindrick on the other hand was on the floor trying to keep Aria form laying in glass. "Come on Aria, it's okay. He's okay," he brushed the glass as far as he could away from the girl, not even realizing his own hands were bleeding. "We need to get you off the floor." His voice was soft and pleading, the one he often used when trying to comfort people.
Nurse Thatcher frowned as she saw Prudence get up from the bed. Usually she would allow the girl to do as she pleased, but after the fall through the ceiling and the panic attack earlier, she had to put her foot down. She walked over to her and knelt down next to the girl. "Pru, hunny. I think you should get some sleep. You've had a hard day and sittin's not going to help you," She gave Pru a smile. "Please? You can see Rey later. You both need your rest."
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Post by vladimir on Jan 11, 2013 18:25:49 GMT -5
It was with visible effort that Reinhardt responded to Pru, studying her with detectable twitches of his iris from his static position before sitting up just slightly and giving her a rather uncoordinated smile. To call him lucid would be gravely inaccurate; the Prudence he saw before him was in her loose fitting coat and torn stockings, a picture of 18th century homelessness.
He wasn't surprised to see her, she was a good friend of his and it was sensible for her to check on him as any good pal would. After all, he must'v made quite a racket falling off of the roof. Why did he think that she'd been there to witness it, though? He couldn't recall her being present... or why she was thanking him. Well, it was no matter. The answer was the same regardless. "It ain't nothin'," he made a little hand gesture as he spoke, translating in real life to a twitch of one hand and a small twitch of his smile.
The next thing he said came from somewhere he couldn't pin, a question that was unfounded. "Are you well?" he asked, reaching out a hand to touch her hand gently. In reality, he never reached her, his motions too limited and his perception disproportional. Instead his hand hovered hesitantly at the half way point between them, his fingers curling gently in to press against his palm after a moment. Why was he worried for her?
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Post by vampirechicken on Jan 12, 2013 5:19:09 GMT -5
Henry struggled and roared at the orderly as he was taken down, he was not strong as he thought he was however. He had the look of a big robust man who had lost a large amount of weight and muscle in a short period of time. He felt himself slipping away quickly as the drugs kicked in and tried desperately to see Aira before he was out.
"I'm sorry.." he mumbled to the small redhead, tears rolling down his pale face. He suddenly fell limp in the orderlys grasp, staring vaguely at the ceiling.
The hallway became oddly clear after a moment.
He could remember now, he could remember everything. The visit to Aira in the asylum.... He had tried everything to bring her memories back, she would always just insist she was a dinosaur.... sometimes she had just squawked at him when he came to see her.
He had descended into depression, then delusion...
It was only 4 months ago when he had been brought here... but it felt like a lifetime.
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Post by spiritandsand on Jan 12, 2013 5:48:10 GMT -5
"Nnhn.. NnnnoooOOOUUUUW", as it began to dawn on Aira that someone tried to tear them appart her voice increased into screaming, "Leave us alone!!!"
She lashed out at Hindrick and Earl, but the latter was too strong. Aira's motions was yet again reduced to bird state, and her pupils were huge and shiny. They got separated, and Aira was groping around whining and calling out for Henry.
"Noou! Don't touch me!" she said defiantly with a face covered in tears and blood sending Hindrick a reproachful glare, she looked vaguely over at Henry and begged him to help her, but he just apologized. And then he was gone. Hindrick grabbed Aira and dragged her away from the glass shards on the floor - they had left so many gashes on her that she rightfully could call herself a tiger-striped pterosaur.
She was struggling for her life in Hindrick's arms, crying out incoherent sentences with Henry's name as the only understandable word untill it eventually stretched out into a hoarse scream, but her efforts made her bleed even more... Then she let out a deep sigh and fainted.
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Post by alexharvey on Jan 19, 2013 21:34:33 GMT -5
Pru watched every oh so small change in Reys behavior, position and movement. Whenever he was like this, she had made it her habit to watch him from afar and imagine what he was seeing. She had never seen him from this close though. She could see every fine twitch and how is pupils focussed on things. She really wondered what he saw when he was like this. What his mind showed him. And if she was there too.
Her stoic ignorance towards the nurse didn't pay off quite as well as she had hoped. Thatcher was the persistent one, and when she refused to move the woman started to use physical contact to drag her back to bed. But she didn't want to. Woman or man, she did not want to be dragged to a bed. At all. She hardly even slept in her own in her room, rather than on the floor.
She hated being forced to bed or anywhere really, much less physically force, so she began to struggle. Not that she could put up much of a fight against a woman that was well nourished unlike her and had not just suffered from a panic attack.
She wanted to stay near Rey. It was the only place she felt safe anymore. Near him. On the floor, on a chair, but not in a bed.
"Please", she whined, "please I don't want to."
She reached for Rey, intending to grab his sleeve which was more than she had ever expected of herself, but in the heat of her struggle she accidentally clasped her thin fingers around his. The body contact sent her into a dumbstruck shocked trance and the nurse could now easily pull her away, her back to Rey so she didn't even see what had happened. For Pru, the world had just shifted. She let herself be plunged to the bed and tucked under covers. They were heavy and she would wriggle out and lay on the ground as soon as the nurse was gone.
Meanwhile she kept staring at her hand. Skin contact with a man, with Rey. His hands were a little rough but not in an uncomfortable way. And the skin contact hadn't killed her either, nor sent her into a hole of pain, fear and emptiness. Maybe she would actually be able to establish normal human relationships, shake hands and such. And somehow she was struck with the sudden need to be hugged.
With Rey it seemed possible, Rey was okay. He could be near, and maybe she would dare to establish physical contact.
Such as shoulder to shoulder maybe.....or poking him. Something like that. Maybe....
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