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[RYKER ERIC DAHL]

So biting that guard hadn't been one of Ryker's best ideas. It was his own fault really. If only he hadn't tried to stop the young man from going to town. Yeah okay Ryker was technically not allowed to go to town this month. It was to do with a little incident involving his stealing magazines the last time he was in town. It wasn't his fault really, he hadn't known he was doing it. It was his stupid conditions fault. So today when Ryker had tried walk out of the gates he had been stopped and shouted at by said guard. Telling him his name was on the banned list. This had resulted in Ryker shouting back and then getting very angry. The guard then had tried to man handle Ryker away from the gates. This had set him off and fight ensued. Resulting in Ryker biting the Guard's hand when he tried to put it over his mouth. More guards then appeared and managed to restrain him. Pinning him down, putting on cuffs and knocking him out with something.





Ryker had awoken laying face down on the cell floor. Not on the bed, the floor. The room was cold like it always was. Looking around as he sat up. Bare sickly green walls greeted him along with a single metal framed bed, which was screwed the ground and clad in anti ligature Grey wool sheets and lumpy mattress. The cuffs were gone but not the red marks around his wrists. They would fade. By the fact that there were sheets on the bed, Ryker knew he would be here for a while. They didn't bother putting them in the room if they people were only in here to cool off. Ryker wasn't cooling off he was being punished. Not that he cared all to much. He would find something to waste the hours away. He had an active mind but it did get boring in here after a while. Getting up and working the kinks from his body after being left on a cold floor, he headed towards the bed and then sat down. Feeling it sag underneath even his little body weight.

[NELLIE JEZEBEL MULLARI]

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Break away from everybody!
Break away from everything!
If you can’t stand the way this place is,
Take yourself to higher places!

“It was a small fire when I started it!” Came the shriek from the hall, alerting anyone within the lined hallway that Eleanor Mullari had, once again, had gotten carried away. Over the guard’s shoulder, she contemplated yelling about harassment, but went back to pleading her case instead.

“I mean, come on! How was I supposed to know the bedspread would catch fire? I thought it was flame retardant after the last time! You people ought to know better! Not that it’s your fault, not at all, no, I mean-” There was a thump that signified Nellie being put on the floor and her shoes clicked in time with the guard’s. “Which room are we going to this time? Did you patch up the last one? I’m sorry about that mattress, you know, but after I found the matches stuffed in the pillowcase, well, resisting temptation…” she didn’t talk this much on a regular basis, but fire always made her chatty and so did getting caught.

The teenager shut up for a bit, however, after the guard gave her a nasty look and she looked at her feet instead, shuffling down the hallway past the doors where others were being confined. She heard yelling in some and absolute silence in others. The hallway reverberated with the yelling, and it scared her, really. She hunched her shoulders at an inhuman screech from a door they passed and looked up at the guard, who seemed to be enjoying her timid demeanor. She was in all likelihood the only patient they didn’t have to subdue to get to solitary.

It wasn’t really a punishment for her as much as it was a respite. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was also put down for shock therapy, she’d set things on fire all the time just to be put in a room alone. They knew she liked solitary too much, but there wasn’t much else they could do other then shocking her, which she screamed and cried through like a baby. Besides, the fire had been a small one. She had only caught a few papers and part of her bedspread on fire. She closed her eyes and let the guard guide her down the hall by her wrists. The handcuffs were so unnecessary. She opened her eyes again looked at his hand and noticed curiously that there was a bite shaped bruise on it. How interesting.

“What happened to your hand?” She asked, tilting her head and looking up at him. He growled at her and yanked the chain, making her stumble. “Well FINE. No need to be an asshole about it.” She pouted, turning her head away to glare at nothing. This seemed to piss the guard off, but Nellie didn’t care. She was annoyed enough already.

The click of a lock and the creaking of a door later, Nell found herself pushed into a room. She stumbled in and looked around before seeing there was already another person in it. She blinked and turned to look at the guard. “This room is already-” The man grinned and closed the door. “…Occupied.”

There was a pregnant pause in the air and Eleanor carefully backed into the farthest corner from the patient and slid down, tucking her knees to her chest as she sat. He looked familiar, very familiar. He was a nerd, like her, she knew that. She had been here so long that she knew almost everyone to some degree, especially those within her own clique. His name, however, escaped her.

“I know you.” Pause. “I think.”

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[RYKER ERIC DAHL]

The matress was lumpy and he could feel the bed springs right through it. No he wouldn't be getting any sleep in here at all. Not unless he dragged the mattress to the floor. Then the cold would seep through it, a little voice told him. Ryker didn't like being cold all that much. Yeah he walked about with his shirt off alot but that was normally after he had woken up and he couldn't be bothered putting on a shirt. But the cold was cold and Ryker was skinny and being cold made him ill. Real ill. Like snotty nose, icky throat cold. Just as he sat up he heard the doors bolt slide open. Looking towards the door he saw a girl being escorted in.

He watched as she walked in and over to the corner furtherest from him and curl up into a ball. He sat up and dangled his legs over the side on the bed , moving until his feet hit the floor. He watched her until she spoke. "Am Ryker" he said. He wondered why the guard had put a girl in here with him. If he was hoping Ryker would hurt her or do something else with her he was barking up the wrong tree. Ryker didn't hit girls and he most certainly didn't kiss any either.



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