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Sep 22, 2009 21:23

Day: 57
Characters: Hush (onesoulintwo), Kiric (saintiscariot), Claire Stanfield (joyfulsadist)
Summary: Hush and Kiric teach Claire Stanfield important lessons about cooperation, obedience, and the power of syringes filled with pretty, pretty chemicals.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day/prior to first recreational block.
Status: Closed/incomplete.

( We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. - Aristotle )

† hush, † kiric, † claire stanfield, #place: therapy rooms

Comments 45

saintiscariot September 25 2009, 02:35:07 UTC

The face was not an unfamiliar one, but it wasn't exactly a welcome one. His words would have been short and clipped to any of them, but (though not really noticeable) especially so to this one. His back was straight as he stayed behind the redhead, eyes continually locked on the one in front of him, quick glances elsewhere only reserved for seeing where they were going or if they were approaching any sort of hazards the other could pick up ( ... )

joyfulsadist September 26 2009, 17:40:14 UTC

To say that he was pleased at the sound of his name being called over the intercom was being quite too generous. After that run-in with the "doctor" that had left him unable to move for several days, Claire's opinions of the staff of the institution was less than stellar. Despite that, he was also intelligent enough to realise that angering the staff members would do nothing but get him thrown in solitary, and nothing could be accomplished there, after all. So it was with little fight or even smart comments that he accompanied the guard on the way to the therapy session with the newest doctor on staff, that curious Doctor Elliot.

The entire way there, Claire's thoughts were filled with ways he could try and manipulate this situation to his advantage. The patients were silly, careless people, and really he couldn't fault them for that. Stupidity did that to people, after all, and it was hardly their fault that they were of below-average intelligence. But honestly. To yap about the asylum about their little plans and meetings... did ( ... )

onesoulintwo September 27 2009, 16:38:56 UTC

"There you are. I was starting to get worried that we'd have to start late and drag this out."

Dr. Elliot certainly was smiling when his patient and the red-head's attendant came in, right as he settled the full syringe to the side of its empty, waiting siblings. Not that he was a terribly cheerful person - but smiles were natural to him, as natural as clothing. Enough time with one on, mixed with the simple logic that they made so much of life simpler, and there ceased to be any reason to keep them away. For now, the cool, analyzing bent with which he sized up Claire and the guard never even reached his eyes. It could do its job without showing off ( ... )

saintiscariot October 7 2009, 00:27:48 UTC

The nod was unnecessary - if he had been any other, one not trained for noticing those small things, he may have though that putting off those rounds (and how considerate of the Doctor to make note of them) for restraining this man was unnecessary, but that would have been idiotic of him - and Kiric would have wasted no time in doing his 'superior's' wish even without it, one-two-three steps behind their patient, two eyes on said ward and half of a mind on that syringe. Old habits died hard ( ... )

joyfulsadist October 7 2009, 00:41:14 UTC

To Claire, it was like watching a little drama unfold. The players moved this way and that according to their roles, and he was more than happy to play along as needed. The guard behind him never kept more than a few steps away, and when the doctor's orders for hands behind his back, please came, Claire obliged them both, humoured them for at least the moment. So hands laced together and settled comfortably behind his back, watching the doctor approach with that syringe in hand.

Now that... that was a little harder to deal with, but Claire's small smile didn't falter though his eyes might have narrowed the slightest bit in distrust and maybe a small iota of apprehension. "Doctor knows best~!" he chirped in response, tilting his head back with a sigh, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he found a comfortable position to stand in. "I would like to tell you how you're wasting your time in any treatment of a non-existant "condition", but that would be wasting both of our times, wouldn't it? You would hardly listen to someone as ( ... )