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Realistic or Modern Riverbrook Insane Asylum

Jamie was sandwiched in between two guards. Her wrists were raw from the handcuffs encircling them. The car's AC had broken, leaving them in an overheated car in the middle of summer. Overall, Jamie thought, I'm was uncomfortable. The van pulled up to a stop. Finally. The guards got out, and making sure her handcufs were tight, they walked her to the non-descript building.As they walked through the clean, hospital-like hallways, Jamie couldn't help but wonder what would happen to her. Hugging Chance tighter, she swallowed and followed the guard through another door. Inside, there was a lady behind a desk. Her nametag read Receptionist. One guard and the lady exchanged a few words, before the lady pinted to another door, labeled Exam Room. Inside, there were brochures about anxiety, depression, LBGTQ, you name it. There was also a small cot, and a sink. But the most striking feauture was a lady wearing a nametag that read Maya Clark, Nurse.
 
Ria was slouched in the hard plastic chair, surrounded by other people. The circle was mostly comprised of listless teens, there was also a woman, late 40s, dyed blond hair, and way to perky and smiley for her own good. It was "circle time" when the teens of Riverbrook were meant to sit around and share their feelings. No one was willing to do that. Ria sighed and pulled at her short dark hair. This was boring.
 
Maya looked up from her clipboard and smiled gently upon seeing the little girl enter. She nodded to the other guards with a look that said 'I can take it from here' and they left. "Hi, sweetie." She said. "Come on in." It was a little sad to her to see someone so young come in, but the best she could do was be friendly. She loved kids, so this wasn't that hard for her.


@Alexis Martin


Noella slumped down in her own chair, hoping not to be called upon by the therapist who was there. Circle time was stupid in her eyes. Nothing ever got accomplished anyways because anyone who was willing to talk just smartmouthed everyone in the room and similar things. But she didn't like being punished for skipping, so here she sat. She noticed the girl next to her was also about as bored as she was. She ripped off a slip of paper from the notebook she was given (which she never used) and wrote down on it, 'I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to smack this lady upside the head. We're just wasting our time, you agree? -Noella" She silently slipped the note onto the other girl's lap and adjusted her glasses.


@Aquaria Wolf
 
Ria raised her eyebrows, surprised that someone had tried to talk to her albeit mostly because she was bored. She reached for the usual pen she kept in her back pocket when she remember, she didn't have pockets anymore, just sad grey sweats, and she wasn't allowed to have her pen, especially after what happened two weeks ago, when she stabbed it into her wrist.


She waited for a chance when the woman would turn her back to Ria. Finally she did, and Ria leaned forward to whisper to Noella. "Next time she says 'oh honey, we're all here for you', in that stupidly sweet voice I'm going to bite her."
 
Jamie looked up, startled by the friendly voice. It was the first she had heard in ages. Then her eyes narrowed. If there was one thing her past experiences had taught her, it was that some things were to good to be true. But the guards had left, and the door had clicked shut, meaning it was locked and there was nowhere to run. She knew what this place was. A mental hospital. For crazies like her. And that meant that to escape, she would have to bide her time. Yes, well. Jamie could do that. She had done it for the last seven years, after all. She gave a small nod and took a step forward.
 
"Same." Noella replied in a whisper. "I think my ears are melting from this woman." It really was hard to tune out everything either, though, because then she sees ghosts, so she basically was choosing between ghosts and this. A lose lose situation.


--


Maya smiled softly as the girl stepped in. "What's your name?" She asked gently, hoping the girl would speak, as it's very hard otherwise to get information.
 
The recreational room was the busiest and loudest of the rooms at Riverwood. Piper would know. She had cleaned each room, scrubbed it entirely down with bleach and whatever dissinfectant she could get her hands on, over the years. She knew each patient by name, the nurse and doctor too. She had seen many doctors come, go, nurses too. Patients as well. Piper had been at Riverbrook for eleven years, four months, eleven days and three minutes. SHe wasn't entirely aware of the seconds either. And there could be inacurracies if you come to think about it....


The recreational room was Piper's least favorite room. Saliva would drip on the tables, dirt was on the floor, and the general hygene was just poor. People had blood just dripping from their bashed open skulls and it got everywhere. Nurses and doctors had it on their hands, it was in the food. Blood was just everywhere and people laughed, enjoyed themselves and just continued on about their day as if it was normal.


She would never understand people.


But the nurses and doctors thought it was better for Piper to be around people instead of in her clean room reading books. So here she was, big yellow industrial cleaning gloves on her hands, big yellow rain boots and a plain mental hospital gown (Very clean mind you.) scrubbing the table clean as she sat down. There was just one speck of blood she couldn't seem to get off, so she continued to rub in the cloth and dig in some elbow grease.
 
Doctor Anderson was in his private office within the facility of Riverbrook. Awards, placks, magazine covers were mantled on the wall to give some half-wit who decided to walk in here the realization that they were in front of someone who was important.


He helped patent a pill that raised a person's IQ for God's sake. This man was important!


Several of the patients at Riverbrook passed away due to uncertain circumstances during the period of time Anderson was working on the project to increase a person's intelligence...but these two events were clearly not related in the slightest and just an interesting coincidence.


He was looking at his files this morning, a mug on his desk reading "WORLD'S BEST DAD" There was a new patient coming in today. Interesting, interesting indeed.
 
Jamie just stared at her. After a moment, she shook her head slowly from side to side, making it clear that she wouldn't speak. Instead, she stroked one of Chance's paws, absentmindedly tying and untying the red bandana around his neck while she mulled over her situation. Something was telling her to trust this woman, but if there was one thing she had learned, it was to never, never, NEVER trust anyone, especially someone you had just met.
 
Ria rolled her shoulders, trying to relieve the tension that had built up from her poor posture. "Alright, I'm out of here." She stood up and kicked her chair out of the way. She began to stroll out of the room, knowing that there was one bodyguard stationed outside of the door, both to keep the guidance counselor safe from outbreaks, and to keep all of the patients in this room.


"I need to pee." She declared loudly. The blond woman raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows and pasted a fake smile on.


"Well, Miss Wolf, you know the rules are to go before you get to circle time, and to hold it unless it's an emergency."


She rolled her eyes. "So is that a no?"


"I'm sorry, honey. We're all here for you, it's okay if you're feeling uncomfortable, maybe if you share a little bit it'll help." The woman suggested.


"Fuck that." Ria murmured and opened her mouth, then shoved her fingers into her throat, causing her to throw up.


The woman shrieked and the bodyguard was in the room in an instant.


Ria smiled sweetly. "Can I go now?"
 
Piper had looked up from her scrubbing to see vomit pouring onto the floor from another girl. Her jaw dropped, bottom lip quivering as she let oit a horrified audible squeak of.pure terror from.it.


Her skin color dropped to an unusual pale. Standing up, Piper had a utility belt around her waist. Cleaning supplies filling the slots. The nurses didn't see too much harm. Piper was harmless and she did a great job cleaning to begin with.


There was.that one time an orderly grabbed her and Piper screamed spraying bleach in his eyes to get away, but it was generally decided Piper didn't realize she caused a man to go blind.


Rushing over Piper looked at the nurse and the girl. "We need a bucket and a mop, before all the blood and vomit spreads."


Crouching so her skin didn't touch the floor, she pulled at the roll of paper towels and began to atleast clean up the big chunks. She pulled a baby wioe...Five actually with her free hand and held it up for Ria to grab. "This should clean you up." She said matter of factly.


Blood was just everywhere.
 
Ria grabbed the towels and wiped her mouth, smirking. Two orderlies came in and frog marched her out of the room and towards the solitary confinement cell. There would be three people watching her at all times, making sure she wouldn't attempt suicide, and later as soon as her psychiatrist's schedule allowed it Ria would have another emergency session. It wasn't fun, but it sure was a hell of a lot more interesting than sitting here. Before she was out of the room she looked back and gave a little wave to the group, the girl in the glasses was looking both shocked and slightly impressed, the one who had handed her the paper towels was busy cleaning up her mess.
 
Annaliese looked down at her hands that were linked together and started rubbing them to create some type of heat. It had to be about 50 degrees in this room, just as she was about to raise her hand for a blanket, Ria forced herself to blow chunks on the ground. Shivers ran down Annaliese's spine, it was disgusting and she couldn't believe that she went that far to get out of group. She couldn't help but gag a little herself, but nothing came up, thankfully, Annaliese can't stand throwing up. She hates it.


After Piper cleaned up the mess, she raised her hand, "Can you get me a blanket please? It's absolutely freezing in here.." Her hand slowly moved back down and wrapped both of them around her arms.
 
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Theodore was kept in a room by himself. he was never aloud out much,only to use the restroom, and the only things he had with him were his pillow, the bed, the clothes on his back, his favorite window, and the cold tile floor dancing around the floor drain beneath him. All he did was sit in silence and watch the moon light dance on the walls around him. he couldnt see out the window for it was too high to even reach. the only other window he was able to see through was the reinforced window on the door of his room. He despised that door. its what separated him from his mother..who he so charished... he hadnt seen her in years but everytime he closed his eyes he saw her and felt her warm touch against his cheeks. ...Theodore is severely dependant on other people. he cant even make daily decisions for himself... so the solution the asylum came up with was to wein him from this, stuff him in a room and never speak to him... he didnt even see when he got food... the staff would always wait till he was asleep to send the food in. ... but he was getting used to his life of solitude... oh so slightly...
 
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The teens foot clicked against the tile almost rhythmically in a constant tapping as his eyes travled from patient to patient in his group. Unlike the others,he wore cuffs. This wasnt by thier choice,but by his request. He knew he wasnt easily calmed down if he lost his temper,so every restraint counted. He watched the scene play out with a smile.on his face,seeing ria taken away and piper cleaning as usual. Everything was so routine here. Thats how he liked it. He didnt try to make trouble,but he cant say he was a perfect occupant.like right now. His agitation was clear just by his rapping tapping,but the fact that he had bent the metal of the chair he sat on with his bare fist was also a clue that he was irritated,though he hid it well. He hated sitting still for so long. He needed something to do. Something to burn off some energy...
 
Maya nodded slightly knowing the girl wouldn't talk right now. She just smiled softly and checked her clipboard, marking some things down. "Can you sit down here please, so I get your vital signs real fast?" She asked gently.


--


Noella watched in horror as the whole scene went down. That girl literally had the guts to pull something like this. It was sickening, and she'd probably never try it herself. Still, must be brave. The sight of blood made her dizzy, and even though she was sitting down, she had to grasp the edge of the seat to feel slightly balanced again, but that didn't help much. "The ghosts....are back...." She murmured before fainting.
 
Doctor Anderson heard a knock at the door.


A nurse walked in, "Sir, Ria Wolf is locked in solitary again."


Anderson just raised a brow, "Anything else?'


"Well, I just think you should go easy on-"


"Anything that's actually important?"


"....no sir..." Lowering her head she scooted out.


--


Ria was shoved into the solitary confinement room, not even fifteen minutes in, she would see the blonde tall Doctor Anderson come in, a briefcase in his hand. Anderson was handsome, with a calm and confident demeanor, but there was a flicker of madness and cruelty in his deep blue eyes. Pulling up a chair he sat down. The two of them locked in the room together. "Ria, I will say this one was not one of your most creative to get in here. Do you really enjoy our intimate visits this much?"


--


The whole roll of paper towels were used. She could still smell the vomit, making her own stomach churn. (In fact Piper's cleaning had made the spot where the puke had been spotless compared to the est of the grimey floor. It sparkled and the smell of vomit had been replaced with a beachy ocean smell instead.)


Hands shaking she ripped off her now destroyed gloves and threw it out with the rest of the papertowels. Squirtting Purrell in her hands she began to rub them and her arms to wash the blood and the vomit off, it was just gross, too much of it. She was inwardly panicking. Taking a seat next to the tapping teenager her blue eyes grew larger as her face twitched. "Could...could you not tap....you're tapping into a puddle of blood and its getting everywhere..."


It was on her yellow rainboots.....


(It must be noted that there was no blood at all, and all of this blood was just in Piper's broken mind)
 
Annaliese shrugged into and pulled her legs in the oversized sweatshirt that was given to her by an orderly. It was quite comfy and warm, warmer than the room they were currently sitting in. The room filled with crazies, a boy constantly tapping his foot while a girl is cleaning everything that she can see. Annaliese had to always be on an orderlies' hip, if she went to the bathroom, they had to do a foot-in-the-door, when she showered, foot-in-the-door, it was endless lack of privacy and trust, but she understood why. You try to kill yourself and everyone thinks you want to do it the next chance that you get to be alone. She raises her head and looks up at the nurse that is taking vitals, "What is the next activity? It's quite boring sitting in group when no one wants to share.." Annaliese tucks her head back down and waits for an answer from Nurse Clark.
 
Theodore noticed there were people passing by his cel-......his room, by the broken silence. he could clearly hear that someone was being dragged to solitary..it was just down the hall from his room. he frequently heard this and almost exspected it sometimes. around 15 minutes later he heard the footsteps that usually followed. He wondered what these people looked like. who they were. and most of all...what they would think of him. he never went to the door, not once yet he knew the foot steps well. if only he knew who it was. if only his mind would allow him to peek...just once. he only knew one face well. he couldnt even enjoy..or dread.. the the only 5 minutes he was aloud human interaction...he could never bring himself to look into the nurses faces when they came to let him into the bathroom across the hall.
 
Jamie shook her head again. If she sat down, then she was vulnerable. And the nurse, Maya Clark, might take advantage of that. But there was no harm in taking vitals, so long as she could escape if needed. Jamie took a few steps closer, until she was standing within arms reach of Maya.
 
She shrugged. "What can I say, Doc? Your talks always cheer me up." Her face darkened. "What's the speech going to be this time? Gonna change my meds again?" She leaned against the cool bare wall and sighed. "Maybe you could do me a favour and get me some nail polish, my nails are chipping so much it's insane. I promise not to drink the polish . ." She glance back at him. "Again."


Ria giggled, remembering the first time she had convinced the nurses that an "everyday part of her old lifestyle might help her settle down". She was allowed a single bottle of blue nail polish, and under strict supervision was allowed to give herself a mini manicure. Fortunately for her some kid down the hall had a break down, and her supervisors turned their back on the innocent looking girl, giving her just enough time to down the entire bottle of nail polish. That had been her third trip to the ER, and her first time getting her stomach pumped.
 
(Noella is also pretty broken minded so she would have thought the same thing either way.)


Maya smiled and gently wrapped the cuff around Jamie's arm. "It'll feel tight for just a moment, just relax your arm." She said as the machine pumped. After doing that and taking the temperature , she wrote down some things again and spoke, "Looks like your vitals are normal. Doctor Anderson should be coming to see you soon, but don't worry, he's really nice." She smiled.
 
This only earned a wrench of metal from christopher's seat. Nice. Nice nice everyones nice here. Nobody is rude and nobody means any harm right right and he wasnt mangling.metal.with his bare hands"missssssss"he paused,and slowly loosened his jaw."miss therapist. Please forgive me but it is rather dull in here,along with the smell of bleach and vomit,i think it would be wise to call the session off early. Im getting a very poor.migraine now and im sure others are starting to hurt aswell...."his foot never stopped tapping while he talked
 
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