R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Autumn and Hannah
Setting: Second floor balcony, Activity room

( Lost signs )

Characters: Hannah and Becka
Setting: Kitchen, morning

( And making plans. )

Characters: Hannah and Ryan
Setting: Ryan's room, Midday, NSFW!!!

( Unwant )

Characters: Hannah and OPEN
Setting: Music Room, Early Morning

The piano was the most beautiful instrument in the world to Hannah. Of all the sounds she could remember it was the most prominent and commanding one. Moonlight Sonata, she recalled, was one of the first songs she had fallen in love with. Her mother had taught her well at it, but he... he taught her better.

Between quiet sobs and dripping blood, she placed each finger precisely on the keys back then and matching her thoughts she did so now as well. A fury of intricate blades cut in to skin and softly her hands moved like somber water. Her eyes had not changed since. She still played with dead eyes, a sway in her body with every mark in tempo. The piano in the basement of where she had been: it was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Aged and restored, antique in comparison to the suave black Steinway above. The quality of sound in the music room's piano was even farther from perfection. Although it was a grand piano, it was far from the grandest of musicians. The sound coming from it as she played the Sonata was chilling still, echoing through the room, and spread out the doorway and in to the farm courtyard.

Her lips parted ever so slightly, her eyes fixed on the black coating of the piano. It was like looking in to the window of her soul. Upon its glossy reflection she watched the man she knew better than anyone in the world stretch his arms out, his back to her. Her expression was dull, fixated on watching but a memory, the lone figure of a woman swinging the dead weight like an animal after the slaughter. Her meat would be cut delicately, every incision decided upon with care. Open wide, her skin. Pin it down at the sides and watch everything slide out. A slow motion fall and splash of organs and blood met the floor.

Play again, she heard herself speak in the back of her mind. Play again. But she was only half way through now. Her eyes shut tightly. She did not need the piano to play the images to her. All she needed was her mind to piece together the parts of the human body. Restoring something broken and leaving it exposed was as difficult as the most well renowned symphony. It was art and the most brutal of all.

No matter how much she wanted it to be over and no matter how hard she tried to make it so, it never would be. She dared not try and she learned fast that important lesson of all. Her heart no longer beat fast it had been still, as steady as her hands were both then and now. Here she was meant to make something out of nothing. There was no guidance meant for her. In a hail of inescapable fears, she had retreated to the only place she knew to calm her ailing will to survive. It was the only place she knew not to fear anymore. In a dragons nest, she was safe and so she met the man again on a plane of pure memory.

"I spoil you with fine, proper things, my beautiful siren. You learn until you have become perfect at it, then I will teach you another fine art. Until you become perfection yourself."

Little did she know that there had been death in the air all along.

Characters: Hannah and Ryan
Settings: Courtyard of Block A, Mid Afternoon

( and being preyed )

Characters: Hannah and Becka
Setting: Hannah's room, then the farm, mid-morning

( aren't sweet and innocent )

Characters: Hannah and Rusty
Setting: leaving the courtyard, block b

( who's worse? )

Characters: everyone in the courtyard
Setting: the courtyard

Wren returned from Caroline's room, and walked back up to the stocks, looking around at the divided group. "Caroline has agreed to come down, however she requests that everyone leave. She does not want to have anyone out here when she does so. She's quite afraid for her safety and I believe this will be the only way she feels safe. Let us all respect her wishes. I recommend sheets to put over her and Ryan to protect them from the sun, and we can deal with more issues should they arise. But for right this moment, please, return to your rooms, or find someplace else to be, so she can feel safe."

Characters: Hannah
Setting: Her room, 7am

Her head ached with a soreness that pounded through her vision as her eyes slowly came open. Hannah trembled, a single breath escaping in panic as the sound coming from across the room beckoned her to awake. She was in an unfamiliar place, but the unfamiliarity of being places she didn't want to be was not new to her. Had everything been a dream since Nebraska?

Reluctantly, Hannah jolted upright in her bed, sifting out from between the sheets. The scenery had changed, a lot. There were no prison bars or cement walls littered with graffiti. It still felt the same, and she knew what a prison meant. It was more than dank conditions and often made by the walls of ones own mind. Even as her hand trembled, Hannah prepared herself while approaching the computer keyboard. Like a mouse testing the trap she quickly poked at the space bar and then withdrew. The bright light of the monitor came to life, flashing it's messages before her eyes.

She read it all carefully and thoroughly but nothing seemed to sink in just yet. Leave her room? Fat chance.