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Post by Nicolette V. Gladieus on Aug 9, 2011 15:00:43 GMT -5
The murdered,,Life was nothing more than a tragedy, seeming to take notes out of Shakespeare's own works of literature and entwining it into everyday living just to torture and subdue lost souls. But if life was a tragedy then what was death? An even better question was what was a death in Lucid Manor? It sure as hell could be seen as a release for some, but if some were happy there and content was it just another way of life giving them the finger?
Air was warm, that thick dampness that clung to molecules while the stench of chlorine hung heavily on top of it all. Glistening condensation sparkled upon tiled walls and floors as sunlight creeped into the sky lights placed within ceiling. Another morning, another day. Yet this one was different, instead of the feelings of hope spreading their arms along the hallways or the screams of un comfort tearing up the lungs of patients all seemed still and quiet as if life itself was holding it breathe with shock and awe.
Within stilled waters grips there was something that didn't belong, something out of place and something that would in reality tear Lucid Manor apart at the seams if not dealt with correctly. Dark hair fanned out across the surface while eyes widened and glassy starred up blankly at incoming life that stirred across the blue lifeless skin that hours ago had been pink and laughing in a pilled up stupor. Yet now, now there was no laughing or even the motions of breath raising within chest. Small figurine of a dancer just floated quietly upon water's hands small ripples forming and spreading out in their own personal funeral concession.
Bruises bloomed harshly upon chilled delicate skin, violent stains reaching from across her shoulders and spiraling up her neck while pouting lips opened in a violent scream of a frozen and harsh finality. The stirring of life was beginning within the halls as doctors, nurses, and patients alike awoke, life pulsing in their veins while oblivious to the life that had been taken and now floated with the elegance of death within the same walls. Would she be missed? Most likely not, just another face within the hallways while injustice would rear its head as she was swept under the carpet never really being shown respect with proper burial or services. Nicolette V. Gladieus, forever lost to the manor and the world.
[ooc; first person to post gets to find the body, let's get this rolling =)]
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Post by mouse on Aug 9, 2011 15:40:59 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
For once in her life here at Lucid Manor Jamie was allowed to actually go outside of the thick walls into the courtyard. The sun was amazingly warm against her skin and the air around her might have been a little muggy, but Jamie didn't care. She was outside of the thick walls just enjoying the fresh air that was carried in on the breeze. Some of the other patients were staring at her, what else was new, but some of the nurses were as well. Some she knew, some she didn't. They had never seen her without a sweatshirt or a long sleeved shirt on and today, she had a tank top on. It showed of her torso and her tattoo, scars, etc. Jamie was built pretty well but she hid it even better.
The one thing that she had been told she could do was go swimming, and oh did she plan on swimming. As soon as she had finished standing in the sun she ran back to her room to get a bathing suit, knowing the rules of no normal clothes in the pool. It took a good ten minutes of digging to find her bathing suits but she managed to find a blue bikini that wasn't as revealing as some of her other ones. Of course they wanted her to wear a full suit but Jamie refused to , plus who could really stop her when she was well behaved? Shaking her head, Jamie walked out to the pool, looking around behind her in case someone was following her. Not once did she look at the water, she was too concentrated on making sure everything was tied tightly and her stuff would be safe on the chair by the diving board. No one else was here so hopefully it wouldn't disappear.
When Jame turned she stopped short, staring at the body floating in the water. It looked like Nikki, so Jamie assumed she was kidding. But then Nikki's eyes were closed, and there was absolutely no life to her. She wasn't wearing a bathing suit or anything, and Jamie started to panic. What was going on? What was Nic doing this time? "Nikki?" She said, knowing the girl would hear her if she was awake...or alive. When Nikki didn't respond Jamie really panicked, tears starting to slide down her cheeks and she started to scream. "Someone! Someone help! Help!!" She screamed louder and louder each time, having to look away from Nikki and run towards the door. Maybe if she screamed down the hallway someone would actually hear her. So many people screamed help me that she might be ignored, but the absolute panic in her voice was hopefully going to signal someone that something was wrong. "Help me please!" Jamie was absolutely afraid to leave the area so she didn't, shaking while keeping her back to the pool.
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Post by charlotte on Aug 9, 2011 15:48:37 GMT -5
First with her face, then her hands, right at the last with her hair!
Leaving those corpse-choked rivers just one more corpse.
It was morning and Charlotte had treated it like any other morning. She took a shower, picked out something to wear, and then she decided to venture her new surroundings. She didn’t quite understand why she was in the Manor aside from the fact that her family didn’t want to deal with her. It was sad, why didn’t her family love her? She bounced gently on her feet with a small smile on her face. Oh well. She would just find somebody who would and they would take her away from this place. The young woman gleefully looked around as her dark almond shaped eyes took in the day. She was a cheerful little thing and being trapped wasn’t much of an issue. She’d treat it like it was one of her ballets.
She had heard they had a pool. Maybe she would check that out and maybe go for a swim some time. She didn’t feel much like swimming at the moment but she liked the feeling of water. She liked the weightlessness it was like zero gravity.
The ballerina tucked her dark chocolate hair behind her ear. Her sock clad feet pounded gently on the ground and she hummed to herself. She looked around and then realized she found the pool. She was blissfully unaware that she had walked into a murder scene. One of Lucid Manor's newer residents stepped inside though that step would be one she would regret. She saw the first girl standing and didn't think it odd until she started to scream. Even though she was a simple person it didn't take her long to realize what she had walked in on and her blood ran cold. Her eyes flew open as though she had been shaken away from a bad dream. Her shoulders rose up and her mouth dropped as she took in a breath, unlike the poor corpse which was before her.
Everything was silent. She could hear the blood beating in her ears though. There was a pit in her stomach that twisted as she stared at the gruesome scene. Then it came. The scream. Charlotte screamed, as though the body's lost scream was being channeled through her body. It was a high shrill scream filled with terror. Charlotte couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, all she could do was stand there and scream. A sick twisted feeling was in her being and she wanted to throw up.
She fell silent and gasped as though trying to breathe. Her breaths were quick and shallow and she felt unable to breathe, Charlotte was hyperventilating and her body was being depleted of oxygen. Her small doll like hand gripped the door and she felt her knees knock as she started to crumple to the floor. Long dark tendrils of hair fell over her shoulders and she stared at the ground. What the hell had happened? Her eyes were wide and she could finally breathe. Charlotte took a shaky step back. "H-help!" she cried out loudly. Even though there was no help for the other soul. Charlotte wasn't asking for someone to help the body, no she was asking for someone to help her.
"G-get away from there," she felt her heart pound. She looked over at Jamie. Had she killed her? Was she with the murderer and the screaming was trying to throw her off?
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Post by abigailwatson on Aug 10, 2011 4:24:35 GMT -5
Abigail was only doing this to make the Doctor's happy, they wanted her interacting with others, making sure she got fresh air and plenty of excercise. So after her session she'd headed straight back into her room, gathered up her only bathing suit here with her at Lucid Manor, she grabbed a towel, a brush and a book. The book was one her Mother had dropped off for her, a book titled 'The Little Mermaid' childish yes, but it was still Abigail's favourite book.
After quickly pulling shorts and t-shirt on over her costume, she tied back her thick red hair, grabbed what she'd need and left her room. The bandages were off her wrists now, but the scars still looked violently red, almost not healed. She'd been warned to take it easy as the stitches were easily pulled, it was only now she was finally able to see the damage she'd inflicted upon her own body and yet she still just didn't care....surely that wasn't normal.
As she approached the pool she realised there were two other girls obviously looking to do the same. With a small smile she dropped her towel onto a chair and stepped closer to the pool, they were both frozen and staring into the water in horror. With a frown Abigail followed their gaze and screamed out, she immediatley felt her heart stop, her chest constrict and her stomach turn violently, something like acid burning in it's pit.
The girl laying in the pool was a patient, she'd seen her around but now it was a struggle to recognise her and see past all that blood, the violence of her obvious murder was horrifying and Abi felt tears begin to stream down her face as she clamped her trembling hands over her mouth, it was feeling incredibly hard to take a breath.
"What...?" she couldn't talk, words were simply stuck. Forcing her eyes closed she looked over at the other two women, her heart pounded wildly in her chest, was she in danger to? Did one of these women do it? No, the first one was a nurse, of that much she was sure, yet still she'd never seen this other girl around before, had she done this? Looking over her shoulder she wondered where the hell security was, or a Doctor...."Somebody help! Please!" she screamed towards the hospital, she would have gone to get someone herself, but her legs refused to carry her anywhere. Abigail turned back to the scene and shook her head, a small sob escaping, things like this weren't supposed to happen here.
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Post by jake on Aug 10, 2011 5:05:29 GMT -5
 with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Help? Jeremiah blinked in surprise and stood up immediately, almost on cue. When people screamed for help around here, regardless of how desperate they may have sounded, they were usually overlooked. It was such a common occurence. Especially when you had a lot of paranoid people who would fly into a panic at the drop of a hat or delusional patients that thought the boggeyman was coming out of their closet, so why should anyone be alarmed? Jeremiah was.. different, to say the very least. The plea wouldn't be ignored by him. He had what you might call a Messiah complex and like many other times before, he figured he'd take it upon himself to go swoop in to "save the day."
Several pairs of eyes followed the nineteen year-old as he took off down the hall and headed for the source of these screams. It didnt take him long to realize that they were coming from the room with the pool in it and for a second he hestitated, wondering if he should barge in or not. Behind him he could hear his name being called out and he looked over his shoulder quickly. Those guards, always following him.. always on his tail. They chose to sit on their asses when somebody was calling out for help and yet.. here they were now, getting up just to make sure he remained in their sight because they were being paid to keep an eye on the 'dangerous high-profile patient?' The schizophrenic shook his head. It just about made him sick. He burst through the door and almost knocked over the horrified girls that were freaking out in front of it in the process.
"Are you two alright," he asked Charlotte and Jamie, brown eyes flashing with concern. To say the female patients looked as if they had seen a ghost would be an understatement. "I heard someone screaming for help, what's..." He stopped speaking in mid sentence when he dared to look in the direction Charlotte was looking. It was then that he noticed two other girls, one looking equally as disturbed and the other laying eerily still in the pool, her motionless body just floating there without even the slightest hint of movement. His eyes widened and his posture stiffened. Without a word he stepped away from Charlotte and Jamie, slowly approaching Nikki.
For the longest time he just stared at the corpse. At its blue-tinged skin and mortified expression that told of a previous horror. He crouched at the edge of the pool as if he were to try and inspect the body further. There was a stench that filled his nostrils. The putrid and nauseating odor of death. He finally tore his gaze away from the carcass and shifted it to the red-headed girl, Abigail. Her wrists were all stitched up, hinting toward some kind of attempted suicide or self-mutilation. Under any other circumstance Jeremiah would have had something to say about that, something that would offer some sort of comfort, but right now he could only look at her with a stone-cold expression. His gaze shot over to the other two. "Get out of here," he ordered, eyes darkening. Suddenly he stood up and whipped around to face the three young ladies. "All of you, go! GO NOW!"
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Eliot Holt
SECURITY
HEAD OF SECURITY
played by chelsea
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Post by Eliot Holt on Aug 10, 2011 13:18:37 GMT -5
“Go.”Eliot’s eyes were cold as he stared down at the high profile patient who had insisted to not listen to his orders. They had a stare down before the patient finally gave in and growled, stomping away with a handful of orderlies following him along, irritated that Eliot Holt had to step in. It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns for Eliot, either – especially when he had woken up in a bit of an irritated mood and tried to just ignore it at work, but you know, sometimes it just didn’t work. Sometimes he was caught off guard and something just happened to irk him. He had taken a deep breath as he watched the high profile walk away and his eyes looked around the rest of the room where there were multitudes of people looking at him like he was on display. He rolled his shoulders and gave a breath, starting to leave when he heard the cackle of his radio – “Eliot! ELIOT YOU’RE NEEDED IN THE POOL AREA!”It was that panic from the nurses that they called in when they couldn’t handle high profiles, and Eliot growled just a little, wondering who it was that kept him busy this time. He rolled his eyes and didn’t exactly take his sweet old time going towards the pool area, wondering what was up with this. There obviously was a fight going on – if there wasn’t, why would they call him there? He frowned, rubbing his forehead as he pushed through masses of people who seemed to be congregating – didn’t the rest of the fucking staff do their god damn jobs? He growled a little as he pushed the last few people out of the way and stepped into the pool area, staring darkly at the four people – three girls, and one Jeremiah Andrews – before his eyes found the body of the girl floating in the profile. That was almost – ALMOST – his snapping point, and his eyes swiveled to Jeremiah, who just happened to be the closest, telling the girls to go, “JEREMIAH ANDREWS what did you do? Why are you always the center of drama here?” he asked, roughly, stepping over, his eyes narrowing as he stared down the younger man, “Everyone in this room, stand by the wall, now. If you don’t go, I will personally get security to escort you to your rooms for the remainder of the day,” he warned, watching the four move to the wall. His eyes stared down at the body floating in the water and his hand reached around for his walkie talkie, “Hey, guys – we have a bit of a problem. Can I get some more security here?” he asked, dropping it and hooking it up back to his belt before turning, eyeing the four of them, “Someone want to explain what happened to me?” he questioned. FROM THIS POINT ON: NO ONE IS PHYSICALLY ALLOWED NEAR THE POOL (aka: from where Eliot stands on [which is about 2 feet out from the edge].)
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Samuel A. Parker
SECURITY
K9 DIVISION
Stand by for another breakdown. Sound off the alarm.
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Post by Samuel A. Parker on Aug 10, 2011 13:57:48 GMT -5
Samuel was near the point of growling at the chatty nurse standing next to him. She was going on and on about how fabulous her weekend had been, continually flirting with Sam in the process. It was enough to drive anyone to drink- but maybe that wasn’t fair seeing as Sam was a pretty heavy alcoholic anyway. Blue gaze shifted to look at her once more, wondering what he could do to make an escape as she continued to ramble on and on about whatever he was now blocking out. How had he even gotten into the situation? Oh yeah, she’d called him over to help reach something but had acted like it was an emergency at the time. Gaze shifted down to the bernese mountain dog at his side, even Ares looked bored out of his mind.
“Eliot! ELIOT YOU’RE NEEDED IN THE POOL AREA.” Sam glanced down at the walkee talkee by his side and was instantly jealous that Eliot was obviously not in the same predicament he was. Eliot was probably out breaking up some fight or dealing with some unruly patient. Either way it was better then what Sam was doing, which was not listening to the nurse currently pulling at his sleeve trying to get his attention. ‘So what I was saying was, blah blah blah’ Sam blinked. Obviously he was spacing out more then he’d realized, intercepting her words and turning them into something slightly less annoying.
“Hey, guys – we have a bit of a problem. Can I get some more security here?”
Sam nearly jumped for joy at those words, turning quickly from the lady and heading towards the pool area- motioning for Ares to follow. As he neared though, he started to get a bit nervous. Eliot rarely, if ever, called for security back up. If it was a fight it must have been something wild. Most of the patients moved out of the way quickly for them when they caught sight of his dog. Samuel couldn’t blame them, he’d move out of the way if a giant 100lbs dog was charging towards him as well. Once he was inside the room though, saw what was going on. Dead body in pool- some girl he didn’t know, a row of patients, and a pissed off looking boss. He walked over near Eliot, glancing out at the crowd and tossing a command at Ares.
“Ares, Boundary. Eliot, what’s going on?”
The Bernese mountain dog took a few steps away from them and begin walking back and forth in between the two security guards at the rest of the people, as if walking an invisible line.
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Post by Drake Constantine on Aug 10, 2011 15:22:57 GMT -5
Drake heard the commotion, the hastened footsteps making their way down the hall. After a particularly restless night he just wanted to sleep but his curiosity was more intense than his desire to rest, besides he knew what a sober sleep held for him. Slowly he shuffled to his closet, grabbed out a gray outfit then made his way to the door. After pounding on it, his favorite guard opened the door.
Wow, you look terrible...
Enough of the niceties, Jim, what the hell is going on around here? I'm just trying to get some sleep and fools are running all over the place.
Well yeah, Drake, they found a body in the pool.
REALLY?!? Then why the hell are we wasting time here? Hell, you should have come knocking on my door as soon as you found out. You know I'm always looking for a little excitement in this abyss.
The news of a death in the Manor has invigorated an otherwise exhausted Drake. "Suicide? A murder? Who could it possibly be? How did they die?" Questions raced through Drake's mind as he took off from his room, navigating the oddly empty hallways as he made his way to the pool, leaving Jim breathing heavy and trailing behind him.
Drake, wait!
There's no time for waiting, Drake had something worth getting excited about. Upon arriving he realizes that he won't easily get a chance to see the body, there is already a crowd gathered. Not particularly caring about the other inmates or anyone for that matter who was in his way, pushed and shoved people out of the way, trying to get as close as he could to the body before being shoved back by Eliot Holt.
GET BACK! Where is your guard?
Just then Jim made his way through the door, brow covered with sweat, looking around for any sign of Drake. Drake glanced over his shoulder towards him.
Y'see, there he is. We were just having a bit of a race. Keep telling the fat bastard to lay off the sweets, thought maybe a little physical evidence would help him.
Eliot scowled at Drake, the kind of look that says if a current course of action continues a beating is imminent. Drake not wanting to miss out on a moment of the excitement backed up with the rest of the rubber neckers. Jim made his way over to Drake
Drake, I'm sorry...
Sorry? Sorry for what? You're the one who's about to be in trouble, had a little run in with your boss, he didn't seem happy that I got here before you.
Jim's eyes widened, the color started to drain from his face as he turned around to see Eliot giving him the same look that backed Drake up to the wall. Jim dropped eyes to the floor and sheepishly turned around, like a child who had just been scolded.
Drake! Why can't you just listen to me for once? I mean...
Drake, attempting to avoid the remainder of this inane conversation and pseudo-berating just blocked the man out, looking over his shoulder, for the first time getting a good look at the body.
...and that's what I tried to tell you back at your room but you took off.
What are you on about Jim? Sorry, just kind of blanked out there for a bit.
Nikki, Drake, she's the one who died. I'm sorry, I know you liked her...
*snickers* Imagine that. Well, time to go....
D..Drake, are you okay?
Okay? I'm better than okay, things are going to be very interesting around here for a while. You could even say I'm elated. But at this very moment I'm exhausted, slept like shite last night so I'm gonna go grab me meds and catch twenty winks.
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Post by mouse2 on Aug 10, 2011 20:44:56 GMT -5
The call that came over Adam's radio was a bit more panicked than he was used to. Usually it was just 'hey, idiot patient gone rogue let's find him/her' or some joke was spat across the radio waves. This time, though, accompanied with the slight panic in Eliot's voice he could hear screaming in the background. The closer he got to the pool, the louder the screams became until they stopped completely. He picked up a jog as he worked his way down the hall, finally coming out to the pool. Students were lined up against the one wall, some crying, some staring blankly, others staring at the body. It was then he saw the student face down in the water and it took everything he had not to throw up. Granted, Adam had seen a lot of dead bodies while on the police force but right now, it was just too much for him.
He walked over to Eliot and Sam, shaking his head. "I'll start questioning the kids?" He asked, staring at the students across the pool who were currently a bit of an interesting group. There was low profile with high profile, a schizo and a kid who probably didn't belong here. Shaking his head, he crouched down gently to look at the ground for boot marks other than his, Eliot's or Sam's. "There might be boot marks on the ground. Splash of water could cause the mud or dirt on the persons boots to come off. Just general smudging on this dirty ass floor. She was obviously thrown or dumped into the pool, looks like there's a splash pattern over there," he motioned towards the one ladder, standing up again. "God I need to forget my police days." he sighed slowly with a shake of his head, walking around the pool slowly. He kept out of Ares way, knowing the dog would be able to find any scents that could be left along the pool side.
Scratching his head he walked over to the one entrance, blocking it off with one of the heavier trash cans so no one else could really get into the area before walking back towards Eliot. He wouldn't do or say anything else until Eliot decided what to do. Eliot was, after all, his boss, so he had to listen to the guy whether he wanted to or not.
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Post by jake on Aug 12, 2011 8:41:21 GMT -5
with your halo slipping down
to choke you now
Jeremiah coudn't help but flinch in reaction to the pissed off head of security who'd barged his way into the scene of the crime. The guy was showing more emotion than he'd ever seen him show for as long as he'd known him and it made Jeremiah shrink back with the other patients on command. From a distance he stared at the man, just stared, the expression on his face a mixture of shock and disbelief. He watched as Eliot grabbed his walkie talkie and called in for back up, remaining silent until the man confronted himself and the group about what had happened. That's when Jeremiah opened his mouth to speak, his eyes narrow and unforgiving. He shook his head in infuriation."See this," he shouted, raising a finger to point at the lifeless body of Nicolette Gladieus. "This is what happens when demons DON'T get exorcised! She was obviously murdered by one of them seeing how this place is just crawling with diabolical bastards! They stole her soul, don't you see?! They stole her soul and left her here to die!" The young man grit his teeth, fists clenched at his sides. "You know what? This is YOUR fault.. Your fault for never letting me do my job! It wouldn't surprise me if it turns out you're the one who did this to her!" Every bitter word that escaped his mouth was dripping with venom. Why did he accuse Eliot? Because in Jeremiah's warped and deluded mind, Eliot was possessed. He'd believed that since the first day he met the man.
His shoulders would rise and fall with exhaspered breaths. He watched as a few other people found their way into the room; two more security guards, one with a dog and one with a particularly cocky high-profile charge. He'd never encountered Drake before but when he heard the remark's he was making he twitched in aggrivation. How could he possibly be so bold and obnoxious at a time like this? He was "better than okay" because "things were going to be very interesting around here for a while?" Who in hell's name did this guy think he was? Under normal circumstances this probably wouldn't have bothered Jeremiah too much but now was a different story. A girl was laying there dead for crying out loud and he was convinced some kind of demonic activity was responsible for that. His smoldering glare followed Drake's every movement until he finally left the area. Thank the Lord for that. The next one to jump on the scene was, you guessed it, another security guard. He wondered where they all had been when this murder was taking place. These humans needed to go. All of them. It wasn't safe here.
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Post by mouse on Aug 12, 2011 22:31:29 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Jamie was doing everything in her power to keep from looking at Nikki, especially when she was told to move to the other wall. Eliot was always a bit uptight but there was a dead student, so everything to be cautious was going to be done. She whimpered at the thought of her only female friend being gone, just sitting down on the ground while facing the wall. Already she was scratching the bare skin of her arms while listening to the guards do their job and the dog trotting around the area. There was a comment about how Nikki was thrown into the pool and footsteps and what not, the voice coming from one of the security guards she knew was named Adam. His talking wasn't helping anyone or the situation, so Jamie tried to ignore him.
It was Jeremiah's screaming that got her upset, he was screaming about how it was Eliot's fault and that Nikki was possessed. Jamie wanted to plug her ears, do everything in her power to block his voice out but it was too much. "Shut the hell up!" She screamed at him from her spot on the ground. "That's my best fucking friend you're talking about! She was not possessed, no demons possessed her and it's not security's fault! Just shut up and sit down or go away!" Somehow Jamie had managed to scream completely, even the part about Nikki being her best friend. Maybe it wasn't the truth, but the girl had been Jamie's closest female friend. Now that friend was gone. In result of her screaming it she dropped her forehead to rest against her knees while she just cried.
Who could just up and kill Nikki? Was it one of the doctors, another patient? It couldn't have been her bodyguard since the guy let Nikki get away with just about everything. Whoever it was, Jamie hoped they were caught and then suffered the way Nikki had. Right now, though, she wanted to go find Nate, curl up in his arms and just cry. Eliot was preventing her from doing that, though, since he had told them to stay over against the wall and not move.
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Post by charlotte on Aug 12, 2011 23:15:03 GMT -5
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Eliot Holt
SECURITY
HEAD OF SECURITY
played by chelsea
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Post by Eliot Holt on Aug 17, 2011 20:56:33 GMT -5
There was one thing that really had seemingly irritated Eliot Holt: the fact of being accused by an insane person who was classified as a high profile who decided that strutting around without his guard was a normalcy. The guy was a nut job – thinking Eliot was a demon from virtually day one of his life at the manor, and that was just bloody annoying. Lucid had to put him on stronger medications, obviously. That, and Eliot Holt was already running through a mental list of how many times this boy has been through Solitary Confinement or even put in a strait jacket for attacking others. Eliot wasn’t too fond of being attacked, but he did know how to handle a fight better than most of the rest of the manor – especially the patients. He could feel his skin crawl as he stood there, watching the crowd of people – the five kids still against the wall, the one floating dead in the water, the rest milling about trying to see what was happening. He called in for back up – first came Sam and Ares, who started to circle around the boundary of the pool, followed by Adam. He ignored their questions for a moment as Drake Constantine walked through the doors, ignoring all the guards. He started getting too close and Eliot stepped in front of him, giving a good shove, eyes narrowing.
He asked where his guard was, and Drake gave him such a bullshit time, he just simply rolled his eyes and watched the high profile and his guard leave. Finally, with that taken care of, he looked over at the rest of his security team that was with him, only to finally answer them, “There was a murder,” he said, eyes cold as he glanced at the body before turning to listen to Jeremiah flip out at him, followed by hearing one of the girls yell at him to shut up. He made a mental note to himself before turning to Adam and Sam, “Sam. You and I will keep focus here. Adam, go make sure everyone over there is alright,” he hesitated, raising his voice so that the kids on the wall could hear him, “if ANYONE gives you a hard time, I give you every right to knock sense into them, understood?” he gave Adam almost a cold look, lowering his voice, “Especially Jeremiah Andrews. He’s thoroughly convinced that I did it and that I’m a demon,” he had said it low enough that Adam and Sam were the only ones who would be able to hear it.
And then he set to work, stepping around Ares and studied the girl floating in the water. His eyes studied her and instantly he froze, tensing up. His blue-grey eyes narrowed on the rosary wrapped around her hand, the cross floating steadily beside her, almost like it was a sign. He turned his head, his eyes reaching Sam first, before turning to the kids on the wall – there was only one person who was so blind with religion that would do something like that in one of his stupid damn exorcisms. Jeremiah Andrews – it was obvious, wasn’t it? He tilted his head, “Sam, do you see that?” he questioned, pointing to the dead girl’s hand, “You think it’s a clue, or a random coincidence?” he tilted his head, glancing up at the younger security guard. Doesn’t hurt to get his K-9 group involved in actual security issues, you know?
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Azrael Dalicy
HIGH PROFILE PATIENT
Azzy the cannibal is played by Syxx
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Post by Azrael Dalicy on Aug 18, 2011 10:37:32 GMT -5
 Azrael was sitting in the Rec room, in his straight jacket, but they had left the sleeves unclasped so he could eat some cereal. He made a face at the fake movie on TV. It was a horrible thing, and he didn’t like it that much, but he hated cereal the most, besides Eggplant. He stared around him, the room seemed relaxed enough as it would get in a mental hospital. He eventually got sick of the cereal and handed it back to the guard that was standing by him, giving him a look “Fuckin’ hate cereal” He commented, going back to trying to watch the stupid movie.
He tilted his head when he heard a shrill scream, closing his eyes for a moment, oh how he loved it when they screamed. Then he heard another, it sent shivers down his spine, and the screams were making it hard for him to concentrate on the television, a man next to him shaking, going on about how the screams were the screams of the dead. Azrael turned to him and glared “I know, I’ve heard it enough times” He hissed, going back to watching the movie, then the loud speaker blared ‘Eliot holt, you’re needed in the pool area’
Well Azzy couldn’t resist and stood up, looking at his Guard, then started wandering down the hallway, making it look like he was doped up on his meds, which he wasn’t. He’d been hiding the pills in his mattress. Clever bastard. He trumped along, whistling a disturbing little tune as he wandered towards the pool area, and the source of the screams. Yes, the long, twisting hallways were confusing for some, but for Azrael....well he lived to walk these walls, he loved getting lost and not being able to find his way back.
Not to mention that it spooked the staff. He snickered softly, his guard walking a few feet behind him, keeping an eye on the sociopath. He was nearing the pool area when he noticed a large collection of people there, not that he really cared. He crept towards the door and poked his head in, from what he could see, there was obviously a dead person in the pool, and a bunch of kids freaking out, even that one that thought he was John Constantine was there. Azrael raised a quizzical eyebrow as he looked around, and watched the dog. Azzy wanted to pet it, since he loved animals.
“Oh would you look at that! There’s a dead person in the pool! Figures, originality has gone out the window these days” He spoke, standing in the doorway, a smartass look on his face.
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Samuel A. Parker
SECURITY
K9 DIVISION
Stand by for another breakdown. Sound off the alarm.
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Post by Samuel A. Parker on Aug 18, 2011 11:13:12 GMT -5
He listened quietly as Eliot started giving his orders to the two of them, nodding when he said Sam would be sticking near him. After Adam moved towards the patients, he turned his attention back to the task at hand.
Sam glanced over at Ares to make sure he was staying on task before kneeling down on the ground near the edge of the pool, looking over the body. While Sam might not have been used to this security type detail, this was by no means his first time being near a dead body. In the search and rescue work he did, not all of the people they looked for came out alive. So being near the body didn’t make Sam the least bit nervous, just made him feel a little more hollow. Where had the girls guard been? That’s when he noticed the rosary Eliot was talking about. Quirking an eyebrow, he studied it for a moment longer before standing up and nearing Eliot- speaking under his breath so other patients and staff couldn’t hear.
“I don’t know. I know what your probably thinking but…”
Something didn’t feel right with it. Something felt off. A rosary? Sam glanced at the wall of patients and honestly he wasn’t sure what to think. But he knew where he thought Eliot was going with this and couldn’t help but disagree.
“Andrews right? It would make sense. But, I don’t know Eliot. Have you ever seen Jeremiah not readily admit to ‘expelling’ a demon? He’d be all over this, spreading the same religious crap he always does. You hear him just now? He blamed you for the death. But, if he did this I don’t see him letting a ‘demon’ take the credit. Then again this is an asylum so, who knows what he’s capable of…”
But still, Sam didn’t believe it. Standing up, he whistled at Ares who immediately stopped his boundary and came over. Patting the dog gently on the head, he glanced back at the wall of patients with a sigh before turning once more to study the body. Sam wasn’t sure what to think anymore.
"I guess we should question him though, to be on the safe side."
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