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[onesoulintwo]

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.

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[onesoulintwo]

"Alright

[joyfulsadist]

He barely batted a lash as the needle slid home, that faint burst of pain somehow welcome among everything else within the asylum. He would never go so far as to say that he enjoyed it by any means, but it was hardly unpleasant. Hands flexed behind him, not fighting against the hold Kiric had on him, simply shifting as the foreign fluid made its way into his blood stream. Initially, he felt nothing from the injection, and he wondered if the doctor was simply teasing him with false drugs. It was quite possible given the nature of this place, and Claire would not put it above the staff to act that way.

"Knees are quite steady, doctor," Claire said with a smile, tilting his head to the side as he watched the other man move away to get rid of the syringe, his hands flexing again as he found his stance of comfort. "Might I ask what you have in mind for the evening?"

[onesoulintwo]

"I'm glad you asked, actually. We're going to do a simple activity to help combat the difficulty you have recognizing the influence and authority of others. It's straightforward and uncomplicated - Kiric and I will take turns giving you commands off this list. You'll follow them promptly, without question."

Hush didn't break for questions from Claire or the guard, didn't ask whether the patient understood the task set before him. Asking for cooperation - or even assuring it without a fight - wasn't the point, here. Showing how easily they could win that fight, if Claire insisted on having it, was. So, he flourished the paper he'd claimed a minute ago up to his own nose and read off the first prompt, without missing a beat.

"We'll start off easy - stand on your left foot, pat your head, and rub your stomach counter-clockwise, simultaneously."

[joyfulsadist]

A brow arched high in the air as Hush detailed out the plans for the evening, and for a moment, he thought he was joking. "I don't have any problems recognizing the lack of influence or authority others have," Claire said cooly, daring him to argue against him. The way the doctor continued on without even a pause was wearing on his patience, which was short enough to begin with.

But as the first command came, Claire wanted to laugh. "You're kidding me, right?" he asked, and he finally did laugh. "I'm not going to do something so ridiculous just because you asked me. This is a crock. You're quite the quack if you think this is beneficial in any way towards me."

Oh, he had had every intention on playing along with their little game, but he wasn't about to humiliate himself for their amusement.

[saintiscariot]

Him? The institution that he would be participating in the actual therapy wasn't exactly a comforting one, but Kiric knew enough to keep his face straight and emotions straighter. No point in speaking out-- especially since the patient had seemed to have made up his mind already.

And so it truly started.

"You aren't qualified," he spoke low, smooth and direct, eyes narrowed behind glasses and mouth a flat line, grip not tightening on Stanfield and all the more powerful because of that. And, in all honesty, Kiric did believe what he said. 'Hush' seemed to know what to do far more than the others, but that was only first impression. Whether or not what he did was related to mental health was another thing entirely. "Why would you know?"