The intercom came on and the Head Doctor began speaking in his normal, cheery voice. It seemed he had recovered from last night's troubles, at least outwardly
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It was dark. Well, that's because he didn't want to open his eyes. It might've been because he was tired, or just too lazy. Either way, he had this feeling that maybe, for whatever reason, he should just roll over and go back to sleep for a while. Back into blissful unconsciousness where he didn't have to think, or figure out why this obviously was not his bed, or accept that his guns were not under his pillow like they ought to be. And so, Dante decided to wake up.
Yes, his guns were missing.
Yes, this was not Devil May Cry.
"Oh, what..." he said quietly, sitting up. He scratched at his neck. He felt weird; needed a shower to think some stuff over. Lady would be pissed if he skipped work again so he should probably get something done tod--
"... What in the hell?" He said loudly as he opened his closet. Grey. Nothing but an ocean of the drabbest, ugliest grey clothes. No brilliant flash of ruby; no sign of his coat. He swore then, even louder. Wherever this was, his coat had not followed. However, though he couldn't remember
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Honestly! The nurse knew some patients were more violent than others, but how many were going to throw fits like this today? The woman sighed, nodding at the two burly orderlies that flanked her as she opened the door.
"Mr. Smith!" Hands on her hips, the woman gave the angry, screaming man a stern look. "I know the transition can be harsh, but this sort of behavior will not be tolerated! Now you will calm down, or we'll be forced to take action."
The woman had little doubt that her words would work, but she was required to give a warning. Considering the mess, it seemed little better than talking to a brick wall, and she nodded to the men with her, the two moving into position to physically restrain him if need be.
Dante paused when he was about to yell something else, and the door swung wide open like the welcoming invitation of freedom. Only it wasn't Freedom.
It was some bitch in a uniform, and two (disturbingly bulky) thugs who followed her in and stood nearby. It was obvious that brute force would be the most interesting route, since he was pretty sure he could take these guys down.
He almost made that decision until he noticed his hand bleeding. --No, perhaps knocking sense into these people was not wise. Not until he knew what the fuck was going on. He was wearing grey pants. He had ignored the ugly shirt. Before he answered the woman's declaration, he grabbed a grey coat and tossed it dramatically around himself, shifting it a little. Comfy. Lame, but nicer than going half naked.
"Listen, maam. I don't know who you think 'Mr Smith' is, but you got a mistake her. So if you could just escort me to my equipment and direct me to the exit... we'd have a great little understanding." He made a few dismissive hand gestures as he spoke. "You
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Wesson was right to say that the nurse didn't care what Dante wanted. She knew what he needed, and that didn't involve indulging an imaginary life created by a broken mind. "You are Mr. Smith. Wesson Smith, brought here by your loved ones because you had become a danger to yourself and others." And she could certainly see why.
"You will be staying in Landel's until you've recovered, I'm afraid. Now, if you will put on your shirt, we'll take you to your first activity of the day." She tried to smile then, to hopefully calm Dante down. "After we bandage your hand."
"What's wrong with my jacket?" he said, almost defensively. Shirts were so... stifling. "You can't expect anyone to wear something this retarded looking. Seriously?" She looked about as serious as could. Loved ones? He laughed.
"Loved ones. Oh, that is fantastic. Do you keep this shit written down? That's gold, lady, honestly. I doubt Trish sent me here. And my father? Don't even get me started on my father." He gritted his teeth, and, seeing that she would not budge (nor would her guards), he threw the coat across the room and slipped the stupid shirt on. That damn smiling face was pissing him off. He made a mental note to rip it off when she wasn't around. He pulled another coat over it and said, "Fine, great, there we go. shirt's on. Happy now? I bet you are. Now, tell me what this activity is. Because I'm so completely interested."
The nurse fought off the urge to sigh or worse, maintaining her patience with Wesson somehow. "Nothing is wrong with your jacket, and you may wear it if you like, though I wouldn't recommend it with the weather. But we have a certain standard of behavior here, Mr. Smith, and that includes dressing appropriately."
Despite his sarcasm, at least he seemed more cooperative. Shaking her head through the insults, she didn't indulge his obviously insane rant. "The doctors will be happy to work with you through your various issues. Now we're going to the Courtyard, where you will be expected to continue to behave civilly."
And to punctuate her point, the orderlies flanked Dante as the nurse began to lead him out of the room, ensuring his continued cooperation.
Yes, his guns were missing.
Yes, this was not Devil May Cry.
"Oh, what..." he said quietly, sitting up. He scratched at his neck. He felt weird; needed a shower to think some stuff over. Lady would be pissed if he skipped work again so he should probably get something done tod--
"... What in the hell?" He said loudly as he opened his closet. Grey. Nothing but an ocean of the drabbest, ugliest grey clothes. No brilliant flash of ruby; no sign of his coat. He swore then, even louder. Wherever this was, his coat had not followed. However, though he couldn't remember ( ... )
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"Mr. Smith!" Hands on her hips, the woman gave the angry, screaming man a stern look. "I know the transition can be harsh, but this sort of behavior will not be tolerated! Now you will calm down, or we'll be forced to take action."
The woman had little doubt that her words would work, but she was required to give a warning. Considering the mess, it seemed little better than talking to a brick wall, and she nodded to the men with her, the two moving into position to physically restrain him if need be.
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It was some bitch in a uniform, and two (disturbingly bulky) thugs who followed her in and stood nearby. It was obvious that brute force would be the most interesting route, since he was pretty sure he could take these guys down.
He almost made that decision until he noticed his hand bleeding. --No, perhaps knocking sense into these people was not wise. Not until he knew what the fuck was going on. He was wearing grey pants. He had ignored the ugly shirt. Before he answered the woman's declaration, he grabbed a grey coat and tossed it dramatically around himself, shifting it a little. Comfy. Lame, but nicer than going half naked.
"Listen, maam. I don't know who you think 'Mr Smith' is, but you got a mistake her. So if you could just escort me to my equipment and direct me to the exit... we'd have a great little understanding." He made a few dismissive hand gestures as he spoke. "You ( ... )
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"You will be staying in Landel's until you've recovered, I'm afraid. Now, if you will put on your shirt, we'll take you to your first activity of the day." She tried to smile then, to hopefully calm Dante down. "After we bandage your hand."
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"Loved ones. Oh, that is fantastic. Do you keep this shit written down? That's gold, lady, honestly. I doubt Trish sent me here. And my father? Don't even get me started on my father." He gritted his teeth, and, seeing that she would not budge (nor would her guards), he threw the coat across the room and slipped the stupid shirt on. That damn smiling face was pissing him off. He made a mental note to rip it off when she wasn't around. He pulled another coat over it and said, "Fine, great, there we go. shirt's on. Happy now? I bet you are. Now, tell me what this activity is. Because I'm so completely interested."
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Despite his sarcasm, at least he seemed more cooperative. Shaking her head through the insults, she didn't indulge his obviously insane rant. "The doctors will be happy to work with you through your various issues. Now we're going to the Courtyard, where you will be expected to continue to behave civilly."
And to punctuate her point, the orderlies flanked Dante as the nurse began to lead him out of the room, ensuring his continued cooperation.
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