Midian Asylum

Who: Will, Dalyn, and anyone else who wants to be involved or witness
Where: The community room
When: Tuesday Afternoon
What: The fallen angel has a little episode.....
Rating: TBD

There was nothing to do. William was already on edge and it wasn't helping that he was going stir crazy. If he had lost himself in the outside world he had certainly lost himself now - no identity, nothing from home to remind him of who he was. Not that he wanted to be reminded of home at all but even the old pillow he loved so much would have helped calm his nerves and switch his mind off.

Thoughts were rushing around as he stared at the chess board, huddled by the window. Who cared if the Queen moved over to take the pawn? What was the point? What significance did a game that nobody else understood have in this white, empty, hollow cell...?

He heard it before he saw it. A dull hum outside the window - then a bright huge beaming light cast through. To anyone else it might have thought it was passing helicopter shifting on overhead to just check all was okay.

To Will, it was a most unwelcome sight. His insides curled, fear gripped his very being. There was no way...

"NO!" The tall man jumped up, chair falling back behind him as he squinted into the light. "NO! I will NOT follow you!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs, whole body shaking. That light was for him, he knew it, directly from the almighty bastard himself and Will would not give in! He showed his defiance by throwing the chess board at the window, stumbling back and pointing his finger. "I am NOT YOUR SLAVE!"

Who: Mia and Julien
What: ?
Where: Outside on the paths to and in the overgrown Garden
When: Daytime/ TBD
Rating: TBD


The weather was decent, Julien thought looking longingly out the stairwell window, waiting for Mia. She said she'd be a few minutes. He rubbed his face as he looked out into the distance. Sure, he wasnt allowed outside... but did that really stop any one? He rubbed his arm wondering how long he would have to wait. He wanted some company, it was too stoic around here to be alone all the time.

There was a light breeze licking the tree tops, just the tops. It didnt seem like anything near the ground moved here, too rooted in, too settled. Julien fought hard to keep from becoming rooted in. The small pin fit into the lock easy, he'd kept it hidden, it wasnt much good for anything else. It twisted and slipped the innards of the keylock, the door creaked open a bit, the light beaming in through the slit drew Julien's blue eyes. He fixed his shirt and leaned against the railing. He would continue waiting.

Who: James and Fisher
What: More rule breaking
When: Late night, around 11pm
Where: Their rooms
Rating: TBD


Ninety percent of Fisher's plan had been pure luck. He had been trying to think of some brilliant plan to get into James' room without someone following him. He couldn't convince the staff that he didn't need someone tailing him because he was no longer suicidal, and he couldn't outrun whoaver he was with. It was looking pretty hopeless. James' plan had been brilliant, there was no way he could top that. Except, of course, with dumb luck. While sitting in the rec room next to his assigned nurse, Fisher had found the hairpin. He'd always wondered how those little hats stayed on the nurses' heads. He had managed to palm it without anyone noticing, slipping it into the waistband of his scrub pants.

More blatant luck came later, when one of the night staff called in sick. That meant there wasn't a spare body to hang around Fisher's room all night, which meant sedation. He swallowed the pills easily and willingly, forcing them back up once the nurse had walked off and was sauntering down the hall. Now all he needed to do was wait. Bed checks came every ten minutes right after lights out, until around eleven. Then it was assumed all patients were down for the night and they didn't check in again until sunrise. So when his door opened for the last time, Fisher curled up and seemingly dead to the world, he knew that it was time to move. Creeping out of bed, he put an ear to the door, listnening for the footsteps of the nurse to fade. Then he went to work on the lock, snapping the hairpin in half and prodding at the tumblers until the door opened with a loud, satisfying (but dangerous) click. Staying low, Fisher peered out into the hallway, checking for anyone passing by. More luck- coast was clear, and two nurses could be heard talking loudly at the nurses' station far off down the hall. Staying low, he crept silently to James' door, checking down both directions of the hall once more before setting to work on the lock.

Who: Noah and OPEN
What: Noah is just hanging out in the Rec Room.
Where: Rec room
When: Sunday early evening
Rating: TBD

Noah frowned at the television, there was shit on like usual. He got up and started to walk around the room, checking out all the different games and musical instruments. He knew that one of the docs was big on music therapy or something and that's why they had so many instruments.  But part of him knew he was checking the room out to see what he could find to cut himself up with. Zowie had taken his mirror shard and honestly sex with her had been worth losing it but now he needed to find something else. He wondered briefly if something on the instruments would cut him easily. He frowned when he realized that yes probably but it would take some effort to get the piece out and someone would obviously notice him wrecking it.

He hadn't cut himself since he had seen Jane, surprisingly enough but now he was itching to he was supposed to see his doctor tomorrow and the panic was staring to set in, he did not want to see him but if Jane could come with then it would be tolerable. Noah sat in one of the chairs at the games table and looked at the other occupants of the room and sighed, he was not crazy like them he just liked to cut himself and not eat...he so didn't belong here. Of course according to his doctor he had more issues than that.

Who: Riley and OPEN
What: Riley just came in from a run, grabbing some breakfast.
Where: The kitchen
When: Sunday early/mid morning
Rating: TBD

Riley groaned as he rubbed his sore leg on his way to the cafeteria. He shouldn't have run for as long as he had, his leg did not appreciate it but he loved the feeling and it was raining, he loved running in the rain, so he would probably keep doing it until he was told by his own doctor not to. He smirked to himself as he grabbed an orange juice at how pissed Jane will be at him when he whined to her that his leg hurt. Which of course he fully planned on doing just to make her sigh his name in annoyance because it amused him.

He grabbed some basic breakfast fare and made his way over to a table instead of dragging it back to the staff area to eat. He didn't see the point when he'd just have to bring the dishes back anyways. He bit into his toast as he looked out over the few patients up and around this morning. He felt for them, when he lost his memory he had been a patient at Dax for a few months...worst months of his life, in fact he was still working through them. He scrunched his nose and then focused on the joys of coffee as he sipped his.

Who: Mara and OPEN
What: Mara getting a little work done early.
Where: Her office/hallway
When: Monday early morning
Rating: TBD

Mara opened the door to her office and flicked on the lights, it was early Monday morning and she really didn't need to be here so early but she wanted to work on her book that she was writing about Midian and her office was quieter than the living quarters at the moment. She set her laptop on the desk and hung her work clothes on the back of the door. She had four hours before her first appointment so she didn't see the point in being dressed for work right now.

The young doctor sat in her chair, coffee in hand as she turned on her computer waiting patiently for the machine to go through it's own morning ritual. She sighed as she glanced out the window, seeing the water in the distance. Midian had inspired her, it's odd that a place like this would but it had and she loved the island for it. Mara spilt  coffee on her jeans and swore under her breath as she made her way out into the hall to go to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Who: Zowie and Julien
What: Zowie was just released from solitary and is hiding.
Where: The library
When: Sunday early evening
Rating: TBD


For once Zowie was fully clothed, she had a light pink cardigan thrown on over, a soft, white, strapless sundress that came to just above her knees. She was sitting in the very back corner of the library, scrunched up in a chair, feet upon the seat of the chair, her forehead on her knees. She had just spent the entire weekend in solitary and she hadn't handled it well. After the sedative had worn off Zowie had freaked out inside the small room. She had thrown herself against the walls, screamed until she was hoarse and scratched at the door until her fingers were bloody.

It had been a very strong reaction but it was like she had lost control of herself and couldn't stop. So once she was out the need to cover herself was strong, it would probably pass, but for now she was clothed and did not want anyone to touch her and if she saw Nic she would probably lunge at him with anything she could find. Because in her mind it was all his fault even though she was the one to attack him first, however slamming a teenage girl's head into the wall could not have been protocol for subduing her.

Zowie heard someone coming into the library and lifted her reddened eyes to see if she knew who it was.

Who: Dalyn and James
What: Randomness
Where: Main hallway
When: Sunday early morning
Rating: TBD

Dalyn was finishing up his shift, filling in the required forms at the nurse's station so he wouldn't get in shit like before when he forgot a few. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms over his head for a moment. Last night had been pretty quiet, he had to sedate a couple of patients but all in all not much had happened. Which he was actually pretty happy about, after his run in with Julien, Dalyn was a little leery of some of the patients.

The blonde got out from behind the desk, said good bye to the other nurse he had worked with last night and started to make his way down the hallway, past the boy's ward, amazed at how quiet it was...of course it was very early in the morning most of them should be asleep right now. Dalyn reached into his pocket and checked his phone, his ex boyfriend had texted him last night. He rolled his eyes and shoved it back into his pocket, he so didn't need that crap right now. What he planned on doing was changing into his jeans and going outside for awhile before he crashed.

Who: Sketch and Julien
What: Meeting
Where: The Cafeteria
When: Sunday Lunchtime
Rating: TBD

Food in this place sucked, there was no two ways about it. Crazy people apparently had no tastebuds, which was all the more proof that Sketch wasn't crazy. She was just angry sometimes. Well, if people weren't so goddamn dumb, she wouldn't get so mad at them. Of course, it was hard to be angry in this place when they insisted on sedating her. From the minute Sketch had walked in the door, someone had stuck a needle in her arm and since she had felt like she was half asleep. But today they hadn't done that. Today, they probably assumed that she would behave herself, that the fight was drugged out of her. Motherfuckers didn't know her too well if they thought that.

Taking her shitty food on the shitty tray, Sketch looked around for someplace to sit, preferrably near someone who didn't look like a total nutjob. And maybe someone with pudding, they had screwed her on pudding. It took about two seconds for her to find her mark, and a wicked grin crossed her face as she plopped down beside a quiet looking guy who seemed absorbed in himself. Immediately she grabbed the pudding cup off his tray. "Sup," she said plainly, grabbing her spoon and digging in.

Date: Sunday 6/14/2015
Weather: 67 Degrees and Rain

Date: Monday 6/15/2015
Weather: 72 Degrees and Cloudy

Date: Tuesday 6/16/2015
Weather: 81 Degrees and Clear

Date: Wednesday 6/17/2015
Weather: 78 Degrees and Clear

Date: Thursday 6/18/2015
Weather: 75 Degrees and Clear

Date: Friday 6/19/2015
Weather: 71 Degrees and Cloudy

Date: Saturday 6/20/2015
Weather: 69 Degrees and Rain

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Who: Zowie and Nic
When: Friday morning.
Where: Empty patient room 12 A
What: Zowie is bored and hiding from everyone.
Rated: TBD


The room was still empty, nothing on the shelves or in the desk, just quiet and barren of anything personal. Zowie liked it, she liked it better than her own room, especially since this room had a view of the gardens outside. She had been sitting in the window for an hour now in just her panties and another of Ric's stolen shirts. Zowie assumed once the older man realized she had been stealing his shirts he was going to be pissed but at the moment she really didn't care. She was feeling off and the way his shirts hung off of her it reminded her of her father's and that was comforting.

She was watching the woman doctor taking one of her patients around the grounds, obviously having a session with them and she was jealous. Yes, Daniel had taken her outside but he hadn't since and she knew that he probably wouldn't since she was still not behaving like a proper little girl. The teenager was frustrated and missed her family and her best friend/fuck buddy so much it was starting to hurt and depress her just a little. She shifted slightly on the window sill, putting her feet against the side of the window as she continued to watch the doctor and her patient outside.

Who: Jane and Noah
When: Friday Night
Where: Ward A
What: Jane gets a call from one of the orderlies.

Jane had only been on duty for roughly an hour when she got a phone call from one of the orderlies in Ward A. Apparently the patient in room A7 needed medical attention. He was bleeding. She had no idea from what or how badly, so she grabbed her supplies and headed quickly to the room. She knocked only once before she unlocked the door and let herself into the room.

"Hi, uhm..." She had to look down at her paperwork to find the name. "Noah?" Eventually she would remember all their names, but this was still her first week and she'd hardly met most of them. She'd been on suicide watch all week long until tonight. "I'm Jane. I'm a nurse here." Eyes scanned his form and she looked moderately confused. She didn't see any blood. And he didn't look injured in any way but...

"One of the orderlies said you were bleeding?" A brow quirked slightly. "I'm here to check that out."

Who: Riley and Rez
When: Wednesday night, after this scene
Where: Rez's room - Ward A
What: Riley feels violated and needs an escape.
Rated: NSFW

It had been a long week since Rez had arrived here. First, there was the usual whole adjusting thing that came along with being moved to a new institution. Second, there was the fact that Riley was here, was his doctor, and they had already slept together. Third, there was all the crap about River and about his son that he and Riley had talked about the day before. So yeah, it had been a long week. And yet it was only Wednesday, his third day here. Already it felt like he had been here for months.

Rez had spent the entire night last night awake. His thoughts were running away with him to the point that he couldn't even close his eyes. So by the time morning came, he was exhausted. And it was up, having breakfast, off to the rec room for a while, then there was lunch and he was just damn tired after that. So when the orderly came to get him for his appointment with Riley, he was asleep. And when Rez was sleeping, it was hard to wake him up. So he'd told them to fuck off because he didn't feel good, and he was still passed out several hours later.

He would be very disappointed when he woke up that he had missed out on seeing him.

Who: James and Raquel
When: Friday at Noon
Where: Rec Room
What: WTF is Raquel doing at Midian?
Rated: Language for sure

James was not happy. His week had been going so well and then this happened. His sister was here, at Midian, as a patient. How had that happened? He had thought she was smarter than that. It just pissed him off to think about it. This was their father's fault. All of this was their father's fault. And again James found himself fixating on his father. They had no idea where the man was. They had no idea if he was even alive or dead. But James wanted nothing more than to fucking kill him, to rip him apart limb from limb with his bare fucking hands.

And these were the thoughts that were going through his head as he sat perched on the edge of a chair in the rec room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a nondescript white t-shirt, rocking back and forth, waiting for Rocky to show up. He looked on edge. He looked completely fucking insane. And he only made it worse when that one lunatic, Cecilia whatever her name was, came up to try to talk to him and he growled at her, causing her to screech and little and then run away, pouting as she glared at him from afar.

Who: James and Fisher
When: Friday Night
Where: Ward A - The Lighthouse
What: James is one crafty motherfucker.
Rated: NSFW

Thursday had been good to James, aside from the fact that his sister was here now too. Playing nice had afforded him a few amenities and a meeting with Nic that evening had afforded him a few more. And now he had all that was necessary to keep up his end of the bargain he had made with Fisher, he just had to wait for other things to fall into place. And they would. Today was Friday, and that meant that it was time for the weekend staff to come on duty who were far more easy to manipulate than the weekday crew was. Once he'd seen who had been assigned to not only the ward itself, but to Fisher for his "suicide watch", he knew this was going to be a cake walk.

He waited until it was half an hour until time for lock down to put his plan into action. Part one, he flirted with the nurse at the nurse's station. She was young and pretty and she liked the attention. He'd done this a million times. And while she wasn't looking, he slipped into her drink a few of the crushed sleeping pills that he had managed to keep. You see, every night that he wasn't in solitary confinement, they gave them to him, but he never took them. He had perfected a way of hiding them far back in his mouth so they never knew and he kept them tucked safely away in his mattress for events such as this one.

( James McCafferty was nothing if not crafty. )

WHO: Dalyn and Julien
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: Walking the main hall.
WHAT: Dalyn getting off shift.
RATING: TBD

Dalyn was cleaning up the mess in the nurse's station before he went off shift and he could hardly wait. It was the end of his very first shift and he was wiped the fuck out. He sighed as he threw out the last of the coffee and wrappers that were cluttering up the area. He straightened out the files and put things back where they came from. Dalyn blew his bangs out of his eyes and grabbed his bag and slung it across his shoulders for his walk back to his room.

The blonde was going to decorate his room tonight after he ate, but first he was going to change into normal clothes and grab some food. Dalyn was glancing at the patients as he walked past them, still not sure what he thought of being a psych nurse even though he had no real training for it. He made his way to his room quickly and changed into tight low jeans and a fitted tshirt and a hoodie rather quickly and then it was back out into the hall again to go grab some dinner.

Who: Riley and Cissy
Where: Riley's office.
When: Late afternoon
What: Cissy's first session with Riley
Rating: TBD


Riley finished rearranging his shelves, cleaning off the couch and the wall trying to make sure that his office did not smell like sex from yesterday. He still couldn't believe that he had done that...then again of course he could, he was still in love with Rez, he had no idea why but he really was. This morning he had signed the papers that they had talked about and they were sitting inside his desk drawer to go out with the rest of the mail on sunday.

He had his first session with Cissy today, she had been going to Dr. Jennings who had been caught being way too affectionate with the female patients. Riley hadn't been surprised, he had seen the look on the guy's face when he looked at girls like Cissy and Zowie. There was a hunger there that you shouldn't have when you are a doctor. Riley nearly laughed at himself when he thought that, right the same hunger you have every-time you even slightly catch a glimpse of Rez, he thought to himself.

Riley huffed out a breath and then called the orderly to tell him it was time to bring Cissy, because it was time for her appointment. He set down the phone and wondered what Jane was going to say about Rez, hopefully she wouldn't be against it now since she wasn't before.

Who: Lo' and James.
Where: Library, for now.
When: Afternoon.
What: Here's Lo' hoping that they actually have a book she can read.
Rating: TBD?


A soft and tapering hum had filled the room when she'd strolled in as if she owned it; a vibrating thing from her throat, a groan of displeasure as if on cue. The place was dusty, unmodernized, pale as her eyes, had an aroma of stale pages and consecutive hours of troubled study, and unfortunately it immediately reminded her of an old library from elementary school. She hated being reminded of anything that could inspire a memory from her wretched, disorienting youth, and it showed with the crinkle of her now annoyed brow. Often times, it was the fleeting, abrupt, yet subtle impact of a scent that could unearth a recollection from where she'd long since buried it. Upper lip curled in disgust, stormy eyes narrowing to survey and estimate the rows of aging books, and she swatted her sallow hair over her shoulder already forgetting to remember. Lo' already hated today - breaking the promise she'd made with herself upon waking. Today was supposed to be a good day.

And cigarettes? Did she bring them? The thought intercepted any funeral for her good mood, as her bony hands began shakily, eagerly patting the pockets of her issued dark blue pants. The usual romp with a feeling of doom to waking up on another bright day in a place she despised, was exchanged for an agreement with herself to be on her best behavior. Yes, remember that? You're in a good mood. Show them all you're 'healing' and they'll stamp 'sane' on your forehead, kick you out before you know it.

Was she even allowed to smoke in here? She didn't really care, who would notice? Instead of seeking to examine the shelves as soon as she'd entered the library more fully, she sought to swiftly make her way as quietly and as unassumingly as possible to the back so that she crack open a window. If they said anything, she'd just put it out and play dumb.

She was good at playing dumb.

WHO: Zowie and Daniel
WHEN: Wednesday, early evening
WHERE: Walking the main hall, towards the closed section.
WHAT: Zowie is just wandering.
RATING: TBD (knowing Zowie it will prob be NSFW)

So far Zowie found the hospital as boring and as annoying as she thought she would, all you did all day was talk to people who tried to tell you they knew better and if you were not talking to them you were talking to the other crazies who were not really that interesting to her. Then again maybe Zowie was just in a bad mood. It was possible, she hadn't had sex since yesterday morning and it was starting to get on her nerves.

The young girl undid the rest of the buttons on the man's dark grey dress shirt that she had stolen from the laundry room. It was way too big for her of course and that was the point, she was allowed to walk around in it as long as she kept it closed and wore underwear, well at some point she ditched the underwear; she was pretty sure she left it folded and sitting on the couch in the rec room. And now she was making her way to a closed section of the hospital, shirt still on her shoulders but billowing behind her.

Zowie had put a pair of flats on today though, walking about barefoot in here wasn't the best idea she had ever had. She got a small cut on her foot from the ballroom yesterday so now she wore shoes all the time, being naked with blood red heels on sounded kind of good to her. She smiled and stopped in front of grimy window, trying to peer outside.