Midian Asylum

Who:  Julien and James
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Boy's Dorms -> Hall -> ?
What:  Julien is tired of staring at the wall in A 8
Rating: Pg-13 for potential violence, sexual innuendo and coarse language


Julien had had enough of sitting staring at the wall with his hand down the front of his jeans. Nothing was happening. It was utterly pointless. Granted, that wall made some interesting sounds in the middle of the night. It cut part of A 6 after all, but for now it wasnt doing jack shit. And that was just not cutting it. He sat up, pushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Hand dipping to fix his fly before he stooped over to look for his shoes. They'd been kicked far under his bed the night before and he had to dig them out. The dust stuck to his black T shirt.  It was raining out. Only a bit though, but it made the air smell wet. He felt it on his lips. Maybe he would go outside, no one would expect anyone to want to sneak out in the rain, right? As far as they knew, Julien didnt even like the rain, so they'd never suspect.

He pulled his shoes on, lacing them up before slipping out of his room, carefully padding down the hall past the other patient rooms. Instead of going straight towards the  stairwell he decided to try finding something to snack on. If they saw him for a few minutes they wouldnt come look for him again until nightfall. That would be perfect. He slowed down as he passed A 4 coming up to A 3.

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: 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: 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.

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.