Dissecting Your Mind {Lucid}

[erin]

When most people think of asylums, the color white normally comes to mind. White walls, white chairs, white cushions... Of course, you might think of other colors that commonly associate with the term "batshit crazy", but most people simply care to stop at the color white. That was the color of asylums.

That's what Erin had believed for a long time, anyways, until she had been recently admitted into Lucid Manor. She learned that only the hospital section was white, and that patients who wished to have their rooms painted white could get that done if they were nice about it. Thankfully, her room was a serene forest green, which matched the color of her own room back home. When she had arrived a few days ago, she had heard that many low-profile patients shared a room with another, and this had lifted her mood: even if she had a slightly crazier roommate, at least the company would be welcome. She tended to suffer less from her Nightmare Disorder when she was sleeping with the company of another person. Unfortunately, since her disorder was rare and could resort in violent night terrors, the doctor in charge decided to seclude her. Whether or not this doctor knew that the disorder's effects could worsen like this, she didn't know.

At the moment, she was lying on her bed, eyes closed as she listened to her music. She was trying to clear out her mind, but one person kept coming into her thoughts: the doctor, Damien Lucid. She had only met him for a few seconds, and although her parents had liked him, she found something about him that was off-putting. Maybe it was his first name? After all, the name "Damien" had been used in fiction as a name for evil, and that did nothing to help her condition. Or maybe it was the fact that her parents were so taken with him? Either way, she had been ushered out of the room after she was introduced, so she knew nothing about him besides his face and name. Perhaps she was just over-thinking this, for if he was a doctor, then he had to have the urge to do only good. Right?

Shifting to an upright postition, Erin leaned her back against the cool wall, her eyes staring at the door. She could go exploring, or go get a snack; she was free to do most whatever she pleased as a low-profile patient until they deemed her medium or high-profile. Hopefully she wouldn't be here long enough for that to happen, or that her mind wouldn't slip from the nightmares.

[Dr. Damian Lucid]

"And maybe imma make you feel so good tonight
Cause we might not get tomorrow."

Steps resounded off hard tiled flooring, the sounds echoing back to himself and to others around as in charge and clipped, the usual really as he was all confidence. Piercing gaze flipped over the folder before him before slinking away to linger upon a new nurse with compliments radiating from his direction. He loved it when fresh meat came strolling in for him to prey on and devour. Third floor, he would keep that in mind when he decided to "innocently" stroll around and talk to his staff who he usually avoided unless their was motive behind seeing them.

Mind switched with a suddenness it was as if someone had flipped a light, prior womanizer mind set was now all professional and curious. He made it a priority to greet patients after they were settled in, sort of question them in a setting they would be more comfortable in. His curiosity was peeked that was for sure, a young girl by the name of Erin Priddy. He had flipped through her file several times ingraining it into his memory as he did with all patients but this was the first that had stepped within his domain holding something he had not dealt with yet. Nightmare disorder. This just set his mind racing with curiosity and he felt the need to prod and dissect her to better understand.

With free hand he smoothed out his custom fitted midnight blue collared shirt, always thinking of appearance for he had a reputation to uphold here. A tie? HELL no. He wouldn't be caught dead in one, they were for salesmen who trudged through day to day life and used them to hang themselves when things became to much. Damian loved his work and thrived from it, so instead he always wore dress slacks like the cream ones he wore now and dress shirts. Screw ties.

Knuckles then rose to a door and rapped lightly three times before knob was turned within palm with practiced and professional ease. Door was slid open before him slowly to give the girl time to adjust, he also didn't want to alarm her with quick movements and just intruding out of no where.

"Hello Erin, Im Doctor Lucid. You can call me Damian though, i just figured i'd stop in for a moment and see how you are coping with your move here."

He gave a bright charming smile while glancing over her with professional ease. She was only seventeen there for free and clear of him attempting to hit on her, she wouldn't be on his radar until nineteen at the least. She was a pretty girl though with blond hair and strikingly different eyes though as most she seemed uneasy, an institute would do that to a person though.

With a swift movement he slid a chair from a corner and sat on it, straddling the back with knees while never letting his friendly smile falter upon face.

[erin]

It had been a surprise that the doctor had come to visit her; Erin had expected that maybe one of the interns or nurses might check in on her, but she guessed that this was the doctor's way of "befriending" his patients. He seemed nice enough, with his personality and body language, but she couldn't help but feel as if she was being examined like some sort of prey. No, that couldn't be; she was just nervous and trying to get accustomed to the whole being-in-an-asylum deal, that's all. Besides, he had asked a question of consideration, not condensation.

"I'm doing pretty well, thanks," she answered, smiling softly back at Dr. Damien Lucid. She doubted that she would ever call him just "Damien"; she would probably add his title every time, but who knows? They might just become good friends or something extremely naive like that.

She hadn't had much of a chance to analyze Doctor Damien before, but now, as he sat in front of her, she could see that he wasn't bad looking; handsome, in fact. She had always perferred older guys, but just because she was legal in a few states didn't mean she was legal here, and it's not like in those states anyone showed interest in her. Anyways, he and the other male doctors were more likely to like the sex-crazed nymphs that would spend their time as a medium-profile patient.

Erin quickly changed her mind when she noticed that he wasn't wearing a tie. The only men she had ever encountered who didn't wear ties to work were drunks and gay men, and seeing how the stench of liquor wasn't hanging in the air, she had to assume that the doctor sitting in front of her was gay. What a shame. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being molested.

No matter; these were the least of her concerns. All Erin really wanted to know was how long it might take for her to leave the asylum mostly - if not fully - cured.

"Um, Doctor Damien, could you by any chance estimate how long I might be here?" Surely this was a common and fairly question, but Erin didn't care; to her, this was one of the most important questions she could ask.

[Dr. Damian Lucid]

And there it was, the one-two. She was assessing him as they all did when he forced himself upon them in rooming quarters to "meet them" and see how they were faring. It made him wonder what slipped within their thoughts and behind their eyes, what little notations they placed mentally and plans they were debating on pulling off. Low profiled tended to try and fake getting better, they would sputter and drool what they figured he would want to hear, play the class A patient but they never seemed to realize he could see through it all.She seemed shy, which was normal. They all were either rather secluded at first meeting or extremely angry and violent, she fell into the first observation perfectly and it was a nice break from the others he was dealing with.

"Well i'm glad, if you ever think of anything that will be comforting to have and is reasonable feel free to ask me and ill try and work it out. Also good behavior is rewarded here, being low profile more so than most. You will be free to go to the outer town under supervision along with the pool, park, and woods where there is a trail to wander along."

He doled all of this out, the usual to the new profile patients. it was like bribing a child with a cookie but even more effective. It was their way to still feel they were a part of society and the real world. they usually grasped upon that and strove to achieve it for it was a real thing not just some fake generated lie. Progress also was rewarded with such things even release from these walls, though of late that was a rare thing with cases and his profound interest in certain situations.

"And Miss Erin i can't really put a timeline on your release, i'm truly sorry. It all depends on your own dedication to get better and your ability to work with us, i hope you understand."

He let his hand slid to his side where he gently laid folder upon the floor next to chair neatly, friendly manner still echoing in words and body movement. But his gaze was something he couldn't control, it was cold and calculating no matter how much he smiled it never quite reached his eyes. Once she was cured he would learn no more from her and if he hadn't grasped enough information before her release that would be devastating. That just would not do.

"For now you will not have a room mate, but more patients are accepted here daily so eventually you will have another female bunking with you. Hence the two beds and decently sized room to try and provide comfort and space for both parties. How will this affect your nightmare disorder?"

And now it began, he would side step his way into discussing her illnesses even if i seemed to be an innocent question pertaining to her well being.He was just too damn interested to just do a normal meet and greet without at least picking a patient apart at the smallest of degrees.