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[herturn]

WHO: Nina Sayers | herturn and YOU!
WHERE: Norman Osborn Hospital of Psychiatric Evaluation.
WHEN: Throughout the month see if I care I don't care
WARNINGS: are a mystery for now
SUMMARY: Nina is locked up and getting treatment also possibly visits?
FORMAT: WHATEVER THE CLIENT PREFERS

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lmao this can be whatever day you want

[screwmeister]

[Stein is let into Nina's room bearing a clipboard, stethoscope draped around his neck and a benign smile on his face.]

Hello Nina.

TIMELINE WHAT IS THAT

[herturn]

[She's sitting on her bed next to the corner with her back against the wall, elbows resting on folded legs. Her hair is down, her arms are covered by a thick gray shirt and there is a darker tone around her eyes.

Nina has been frowning long before Stein shows up. A shot to the chest would be welcomed with more enthusiasm than him.

No answer. She looks away, inching up her shoulders.]

NOTHING I WANT ANY PART OF

[screwmeister]

[Stein drags his favorite rolling chair in behind him and sits on it backward so that he can rest his arms on the back.]

How are you feeling today? Better, I hope.

[he is undeterred by her attitude. (fact: no one is ever really happy to see Stein show up.) ]

GOOD

[herturn]

I don't want to talk to you.

[The answer is almost immediate, soft in tone, though obviously packed with bitterness. She doesn't want him any closer.]

[fuelblade]

[He can still feel the power through his veins acutely, like when you're sucking through a straw and the liquid is almost running out, sucking in air in between the last droplets, reverberating through the tube. It's thick and fluid and it feels more like a vice around his throat and settled between his eyes, weighing on his head, than anything that he'd downright consider foul.

That he had embraced it before he rejected it so thoroughly. That's the kicker, wasn't it?

But he does remember. Remember the face of the woman so quietly smirking over her shoulder, arms fluttering and feet as if gliding over the ground, entrancing anyone to attack him against his proximity towards her.]

Let me guess, you don't even know who I am.

[ It wouldn't be surprising, though, by the way she's approaching the chair at the visiting room, her fingers fidgeting as if looking for something to scratch onto and settling only for the end of her sleeve. Could be a front, but he's not entirely sure, and a hunch tells him it isn't. Not entirely. [Could be

[herturn]

[A frown creases such delicate and bitter features when she looks down, pursing her lips slightly. Her arms are crossed underneath a large jacket, hair draping on her shoulders. She doesn't look dirty, just careless and exhausted.

Nina shakes her head. Why did she agree to sit down with him? Maybe she hoped he'd be someone willing to help her.]

No.

[fuelblade]

[ He doesn't really know what to answer her. He wants to read the signs that this is some very intricate plot on her part to make him believe she knows nothing of what happened. But honestly, he sees nothing.

Hell if that makes him naïve, but at least he's getting all angles covered.]

Do you remember anything?

[herturn]

[Eyes narrow, shaking her head.]

What's there to remember?

[She knows she didn't do any of the things people are accusing her of. She couldn't possibly, they have to understand that.]