A Day Like Any Other [Open]

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

Sunlight glittered through the window where the young girl stayed. It shone brightly onto her bed, making it warm and bright. However... She didn't like the sun. Or did she? It changed from day to day, but she was pretty sure she didn't like it today. That's why she was trying to hide from it, using her blankets as a shield. Maybe though, while she was hiding from the sun, she would be hidden from the doctors too. She thought so. So she sat on her bed, chanting and mumbling to her self.

"If I can't see them, they can't see me. If I can't see them, they can't see me..."

[Emily]

"G U Y"
ISIAH NEWARK

Guy walked through the battered doors of Ward B. His tan outfit was lined with his regular clothes to keep warm. A cold breeze blew in threw the doors before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a loud crack. He looked over the old building, eyes scanning every crack in the floor and every chip in the paint. His eyes scowled over every object in the room as he listened to a soft chant- "If I can't see them, they can't see me. If I can't see them, they can't see me..." His eyes brushed over chairs, tables, and then the beds looking for where the words were coming from. Eyebrows furrowed over and his face almost looked like he was going to snarl.

Today, he had charge of Ward B. The women's ward.

Searching down the rows of white beds, his eyes glared to find the owner of the chant. "If I can't see them, they can't see me. If I can't see them, they can't see me..." His ears leading him through the rows. "If I can't see them, they can't see me. If I can't see them, they can't see me..."

Finally finding where the words were coming from, he locked his eyes onto the bed and then grabbed a chair and drug it over to the entrance. She was covered up under her covers. With every step, you could hear the aggression bottled up in him. He sat the chair down in front of the doors, but enough room for them to open. Before setting down, he gave the patient one last threatening look. His legs were spread apart and his arms crossed over his chest. His hard soldier hat was loosened and his long braided hair laid between his shoulder blades. His long beard was resting just above his arms.

He thought about speaking up and saying that he was in charge of the ward for the day, but kept his mouth closed. He didn't feel like saying anything, and most often wouldn't.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

When she heard the chair scooting across the floor, she stopped, listening intently. Those harsh foot steps weren't those of a doctor, but a soldier. What soldier was it today? Was it one of the nicer ones? She didn't know, but the child-like curiosity she held right now had to find out. Slowly she moved the covers back enough where she could peek out at the soldier. He looked kind of scary, but she didn't say anything. Though now that she was exposed, he'd be able to see her. Silence. That was the key. If she was quiet he was sure to not notice her.

[Emily]

"G U Y"
ISIAH NEWARK

The chanting had stopped. It took the soldier a few seconds to actually recognized that the room was quiet.

Tilting his head over to look at the bed once more, he took note that she peeked out of the covers and softly looked at him. She had fair skin that was highlighted by her black hair. Her emerald eyes avoiding him. Guy was not as sweet as she appeared to be. His dark brown eyes flooded with many thoughts, all mixing together. His body tensing up then relaxing almost as if it was a habit of the moment. His hair was not so carefully tied back, then braided down just to keep it out of his face. His bead was fashioned in the same trend just to organize himself better for work. But, one of the most distinguishing factors on him that could be seen, was the scar over his eye.

Guy just was a naturally intimidating man for some reason. Many factors contributed to this. Mostly his short temper, his hatred of conversation, and his general appearance all contributed. He was just naturally intimidating.

Guy thought about the things he could do. The things he could do in the room. The things he could do outside. The things he could do with her. The things he could do to her. He looked at her face, then down the silhouette of her covered body. She was not too tall- probably about average. But she was very thin. Yes, very thin.

His eyes looked locked onto her bed. He could care less about what she thought or how she felt. That was just his personality. He could care less about most every one else. It was just him.

In a relaxed manner, he ran his hand down his leg, stretching his muscles a little then felt his holster. His gun was still there. He had gotten up late and dressed hurriedly. Before he crossed his tan arms over his chest again, he finally looked away from the girl and glanced around the room. It bothered him that she stopped talking- what was she thinking?

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

"After she decied that he wasn't going to bother her, she went back to her chanting. The blanket was placed back over her face and she was only silent for a few moment. However, this time, she started on something else. Her chant was slow, child-like, and a bit eerie. The creepy chant echoed through the halls, able to send chills down even the toughest of spines.

Ring around the rosy...
Pocket full of posies...
Ashes...
Ashes...
We all...
Fall...
Down...

The chant repeated, over and over. Never ending.

[Emily]

"G U Y"
ISIAH NEWARK

Guy relaxed his eyes, slightly closing them. His body, once tensed, finally relaxing again. He was waiting for the end of the day to come. On some days, the wards were filled, on others, it was like this. The ward was only filled with furniture and two people.

"Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down." Chanting started again. At first it went unnoticed. "Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down." It went on. "Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down." Finally, it couldn't go unnoticed any more.

Guy slowly unfolded his arms and looked at the double doors of the building, then started down the first isle of small, thin beds. His eyes telling him to look around the room once more, but his mind already knowing that nothing had changed. Still, he looked through the room until he was looking at the sound. It was the patient covered back up in her blanket. "Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down."

The sound didn't concern Guy, but it bothered him. She was here and she was his for the day. It bothered him that she was did not ask him to sing. It dug into his head and infested his body that she was just doing that. She was a maggot. She was here, in an institution for the criminally insane, and deserved it. She was the bottom of the food chain to him. He could not wrap his mind around why she believed that she had the right to even think without his permission.

"Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down." It was mocking for him. He had a real hate, for no reason. It was just who he was. He was top of the line in his mind, and deserved to be treated that way. In his honest opinion, he should have had the overall decision on everything going on throughout the island.

Guy sat there a few seconds staring at her. "Ring around the rosy, ... pocket full of posies, ... ashes, ashes, ... We all fall down." The room filled with the words. The eerie chant. It was soft and melancholy.

Finally, the words floating through his ears, he got up. His back straight. He took a breath through his nose, and then laid his hands on his waist. his cheast broad like his shoulders. "If you knows whats right, you will find something else to occupy your time, Miss." He rubbed his hand over a government issued knife that hung from his belt and then back to his waist. His voice low and scratched through the air. He angled his eyes to see her if she looked up at him.

He patiently waited for a response. His mind wondering what she would do. A natural curiosity to him. A cause and effect situation that he created, and it intrigued him. A natural need to be at the top fueled him.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

"Oh?" Came a low, almost unrecognizable female voice. Slowly she moved the covers back. Her hair was a mess and she had a dark, hate-filled look on her face. "If I know what's right? According to you lot, I never know anything... Let alone what's right." The sunlight glittered off the right side of her face, but the darkness cast a black shadow over the left. It was almost more eerie than the song. The fact that she had changed so quickly only made it worse.

[Casmara]

Sometimes we lose our way



In the hall way a young man was walking. He was not sure where he was going. Then again that was nothing new for him. All he knew was that he had left his part of the ward and ended up here. Where was here though? Oh well he would find out soon enough. The con just wanted to get out of this place. Here they were just treated like a bunch of animals . Well he was not going down without a fight. All he had to do was get out of here without being caught. Now he constantly looked behind him to see if he was being followed. Of course he knew that he was not. No one would ever know he left his room. It was not like anyone here cared about him. Heck even his own parents had hated him. And to these people here he was just another lab rat. Well what they did not know was that this rat planned to get out of here one way or another.


In life's dark tunnels



As he took another turn he heard voices coming from down the hall. He instantly felt the urge to run. There was no way he was going back to his room. Then he felt his mood turn to anger. He was not going to let them get him ever again. Sure he was crazy but he did not deserve this kind of life. He frowned and kept walking straight ahead looking for a place to hide. He did not want to go in to a room where he could be cornered and he certainly did not trust anyone here. Maybe he would see what was going on. He smiled and walked to the sound. He herd a young female voice and a male one. Humm what was he getting in to. Well whatever it was he would handle it. Finally he came to the source of the sound. He peeked in to the room now. He could see that there were two people in one of the rooms. Hum well that meant he would not be seen for they were distracted. But he could not resist the urge to stand and listen. Maybe he could stir up some trouble while he was here. Yeah that would be fun .


But do not be afraid for I will be here

[Emily]

"G U Y"
ISIAH NEWARK

She slowly slid her covers off of her face again. "Oh? If I know what's right? According to you lot, I never know anything... Let alone what's right." Her hair was tousled and messed. The hate and anger in her voice trailed through the building. When Guy finally opened his trails, he took note of her strange surroundings. The sun highlighted half of her face, and left the other in darkness.

Muffled footsteps were coming through the hallway, but Guy paid no attention. The other person was of none of his business and he could have cared less at the moment. Right now, he had other things occupying his mind.

How could she? She thought she could be better than him? She thought she could one-up this soldier? She was a patient. The patients here are murders- cold-blooded killers. They were the maggots of society and were cast out of the public eye. How could she even create such a way of being as that? It was wrong in the perspective of Guy. It was completely wrong and there was no other way to reset that in his mind. She was wrong to him.

He looked her closer in her wild eyes. Her wild, emerald eyes. He looked into them closely to see her. He rubbed his teeth over one and another, softly protruding his jaw. His deep, brown eyes just studying the girl through her eyes.

He locked his knees and tensed his body. Clenching his fists and furrowing his eyebrows, he started, "You and all of the others here are murders and all of the sort." His voice matching that of her's.

His voice growled; it crawled across the floor and shadowed the room. "If the people who sent you here can not trust you to make rational decisions, then you expect me to?" His emotionless lips peeled away to reveal the whites of his teeth in a devilish grin. He appeared as if he was that of Lucifer!

He took a small step forward, almost leaving an impression in the room to show his authority. He rubbed his fingers over his belt with all of his "toys" issued by the government to keep the peace. His eyes taunting now.