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[timisnotme]

*Someone got out of his restraints. And someone decided to use their injuries to create art. The interior of Tim's room is now splattered with blood and gore, the bed torn into pieces, the shackles hanging from the ceiling. On the wall directly across from the door is painted:

/p|0 \@!; b; |l@s;
[totheark]In blood that's slowly dripping down the

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[detectiveace]

[ don't want to clean this up don't want to clean this up don't want to clean this up oh my god i should have become a detective WHY A DOCTOR WHY IS INTERNING SO IMPORTANT THERE ISN'T EVEN GOOD PAY i don't want to clean this up

And Naoto proceeds to clean this up. Thanks a lot. ]

[timisnotme]

*And Tim, drugged out of his mind and tied to the bed watches her through half lidded eyes*

Watchya doin~?

[detectiveace]

[ Internally sobbing. ]

Cleaning. [ Though...

She's just an intern, but... It's all so curious. Weird symbols written in blood. Like a mystery.

She's not supposed to speak with the patients too much... Especially ones like Tim. It might prompt something.

But... ]

Are you feeling better?

[timisnotme]

Feel fiiiiiiiiiineee. ~~

*Everythings wonderful right now. Soooooo drugged.*

He's gonna be mad you messed that up. *Giggle* soooooo much blood.

[defiant_eye]

[Clonk. Clonk. Clonk.

Clonk. Clonk.

Clonk.

BAM!

...in case you were wondering, that is the the sound of an angry assassin finally tearing apart her bed, ripping off the padding in her wall and coming across a ventilation shaft through which an escape into the next room is possible.

And that was your ventilation grille. Hope you weren't too attached to it somehow. ]

...Huh.

[ She didn't expect the decoration to be quite so... interesting. ]

[timisnotme]

*He doesn't react. Because he's been drugged into oblivion and is tied to a new bed.*

Visiting hours? Did you bring my cigarettes?

[defiant_eye]

Sorry. Fresh out.

[ She leans over him. ]

Wow. Somebody's been hit up good.

[timisnotme]

*Giggle* You should tryyyyyy it.

[itsahotone]

[Santana's not supposed to go to the high security section, really, but it seemed like no one else was actually doing what they were supposed to, and she really didn't want to go back to the stupid supplies closet. So here she is with food!

She's fully expecting to pop in, drop the tray off, and leave without saying a word.]

[timisnotme]

*And this high security patient is loose! Of course he's drugged completely out of his mind so it's not as if he poses any threat to anyone. He's laying sideways across the bed, head hanging off one side while he twirls one of the straps around and around, watching it spin as if that's the most fascinating thing in the world. Because right now, it is.*

[itsahotone]

[Well that didn't seem right. Santana freezes by the door.]

Um. Aren't you supposed to be restrained? [If she has to, she'll throw the tray and run, dammit.]

[timisnotme]

I waaaaaaassss~~

*Santana is going to have so much fun mimicking this sing-song voice thing he's doing right now once this event is over. :|*

Did you bring me food? What is it?

Acteeono

[boutthisonetime]

There's a younger looking doctor standing on the other side of the door, at the moment, head bent down to look over Tim's file. Tim might even be able to see him through the tiny glass window. Doctor Ellis shakes his head, talks to somebody just on the other side, and the sound of a key in a lock clicks.

Ellis steps over the threshold, a file-folder under one arm, a small case clutched in his other hand. "Hey there, Tim. How you feelin'?"

[timisnotme]

Fiiiiiiiiine ~~

*Oh he's so drugged out right now. He's still loose from when Elle made her escape but he's not posing much of a threat here.*

Ellis? You loook weeeeeird.

[boutthisonetime]

Ellis looks down at himself; he's not wearing his cap, nor his typical coverall/'Bull Shifter' t-shirt getup. Plain dark slacks and professional doctor overcoat for him! His hair looks clean for once! This is normal for him, however, so he grins at the dangerous patient. "That'd probably be because your next dose is coming up. How'd you get out of those straps?"

He's approaching Tim casually, though keeping cautious.

[timisnotme]

Dose of what?

*He miiiight be coming off of whatever fun fun tranqs they pumped him full of.*

I didn't. Neighbor lemme out.

What happened to your hat? I bet it's with Naoto's. Havin' a hat party. *drugged grin*

[turn4bout]

[ I am so bored right now and it's like you're the only one awake SO I WILL TAG YOU WITH MORE CHARACTERS.

Who will be kicking your door open. ]

IT IS TIME FOR THE INQUISITION, PATIENT NUMBER 413.

[ Welcome DR. PYROPE onto the stage. ]

I am always awake.

[timisnotme]

*Stare. Stare. Drugged up stare. Well he's coming off the drugs so now he's kind of irritable because his ribs hurt.*

413?

8)

[turn4bout]

The numbers of the blind prophet. [ there will be no elaboration.

She'll move across the room, tapping her cane in front of her. She's been tripping over way too much shit today. BEING BLIND SUCKS. ]

Have you prepared yourse-- [ SHIT. WALL. BAM. ]

[timisnotme]

*Yeah ok.. that was unexpected, but it was also ridiculously funny. And only PARTIALLY because he's drugged. Sorry Dr. Pyrope, he's laughing at you. A lot.*

Are you alright?

*snerk snerk snerk*