Straight Jacket Fashion

[Daxton Bloodan]

The Bronx Mental Health Asylum towered over the rest of the building around its neighborhood. Standing at 3 stories tall, and wings branched off of other wings, but surrounded itself with a courtyard in the middle. The building was made gothic style, showing its age to the rest of the buildings around it. By-passers often couldn't help but look at the wandering patients who went outside with their nurses. The fences were higher than 8 feet tall, with barbed wire placed around the tops of them to prevent anyone from escape.

Third Floor, room 306 looking down on the by passers..it was another sleepless night for Daxton. His skin was the color of chalk white, his eyes hollow as if Death was ready to knock on his door today. His body trembled with the withdraw he encountered. Dax lost how long he stayed in here, how many drugs he took that didn't work, when it was time to feed before his insides turned into sand, and if there was any hope to break out of here. Yet if so, what would he do first?

A knock interrupted his thoughts. "Good morning Mr. Peterson, up already?" Nurse Lee spoke to him. She asked the same questions over and over even though his eyes could tell her his answers. She looked him over, a mess was he first think that popped in her mind. "Come Mr. Peterson, lets get you showered and dressed before breakfast starts." Same old typical day. Without a word, Dax slowly got himself up slowly forcing himself out of his room to the showers. He lost all interest in fighting with these people about what HE wanted to do. So Dax showered, fell into a new set of the same shit he wore yesterday but cleaner. A pair of pale blue scrubs, White tank with a collar pale blue tee shirt over it, his feet had white socks, and slip on white shoes. The women wore a light pink color, Dax often wondered if they were playing the sexist game, or if they really thought these nutcases really couldn't tell between a female to a male.

Washed and clothed, Dax slouched onto his usual arm chair with a pair of his sunglasses on staring out at the window. Long ago, the psychologists and therapists concluded him photophobic to natural light. one therapist thought it was because he stared out the window so often the sun burned his irises out. Nurse Lee, brought over a plate of food for him on a near by table, assisting hi he looked like death and he should eat. Dax ignored her, not even looking at the food. There was only one thing that he wanted right now. Blood. How sick was that? For some sick way he wanted blood...to drink it. Dax often had nightmares of monsters like him, drinking...feeding on people to get every once out of their system. For that moment, Dax pictured himself doing that to Nurse Lee. Just to get up, snap her neck, drink and just walk out. Sighing out loud, but Dax was only human...or more so in a state of a sickly human...

[Anastacia Gordon]

As Stacia slowly drifted into consciousness, she had the vague sense that something was very wrong. Not just wrong by the standards of most people, but off from what she was accustomed to. It took her foggy mind a moment to realize that there was no pounding on her door. No shouts from her mother of "Wake you, you lazy slug!" In fact, none of the sounds she heard were familiar.

Her brows furrowed as she took this in, wondering vaguely if she was still dreaming. Hesitantly, she cracked one eye open, closing it quickly at the sight of the unfamiliar room. Panic welled up inside of her, but it lacked the edge she was used to. Somehow, she felt as if she was just an observer in her own body. It was a remarkably discomforting feeling.

With sheer effort of will, Stacia forced her mind to slow down and remember. How had she gotten here? For that matter, where was "here?" From her brief glimpse of the room, she could tell it was unfamiliar. She had never seen it before in her life. So how and why was she waking up in a strange place? And why did her head feel like it had been stuffed full of gauze?

"Think, Anastacia. Think." She mumbled to herself, burying her face in the pillow. It smelled of antiseptics and desperation. Making a face, the young woman rolled onto her back, eyes still tightly closed. Whispers to herself, "What is the last thing you remember?"

Stacia frowned. Her voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk. She cleared her throat in an attempt to fix it, wincing at the sharp pain. Okay... So much for talking myself through this... She sighed heavily. Figuring this out would be a lot harder if she couldn't hear it aloud, but she would make it work. Somehow.

Taking a few slow, deep breaths, Stacia forced mind to relax. She knew this routine well. Every time something huge happened with her parents, her mind would block it out. Usually, she was happy to forget. But this wasn't her room. It wasn't even her house. Nothing sounded the same and the sterile smell of the place stung in her nostrils.

In fact, it was all rather distracting. She'd only just managed to gain some measure of focus when she heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

Panic welled inside of once more as she listened to the door open. Reflexively, she turned away from the sound and curled up into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. She prayed that whoever it was would just go away without bothering her. She didn't want to have to talk to anyone until she got her memory back from the day before.

Not surprisingly, she didn't get her way. The newcomer cleared his throat politely. She didn't answer him. Instead, she curled tighter around herself, willing him to go away. After a moment, he began tapping his foot slowly. Stacia could tell just by counting that whoever this person was, they lacked a natural sense of rythm. She focused her mind on the sound, counting in her head.

Finally, the man spoke, breaking the deafening silence. "Miss Gordon, you're going to have to wake up sometime. And it might as well be now." The man's voice had a wheezing, nazaly quality. Stacia hated him instantly. Clenching her jaw, she remained silent. "Miss Gordon, stop playing this silly game. I can tell that you're awake."

The young woman grimaced. She didn't know who this man was, but she knew already that she was going to have to resist the urge to punch him in the face as soon as she looked at him. Grudgingly, she forced herself to speak. "Go away." She rasped, voice catching slightly. She hoped she wouldn't be expected to speak much more today. At least not until she'd had something for her throat.

"Miss Gordon, you will get out of that bed -immediately.- We've both got a long day ahead and I will not have my schedule ruined by some self important child." The man's voice was thick with scorn.

Stacia cringed. Clearly this man had had a nice, long chat with her father.

Her father... Stacia frowned, her foggy brain trying to catch onto a snippet of memory. Her father... Something happened that had to do with her father. But what?

"Miss Gordon." Her thoughts were cut off as the man's voice pierced through them. What shreds of memory she'd begun to grasp scattered.

"Fine." Stacia growled, peeling her eyes open reluctantly and blinking hard at the brightness of the single bulb in the stark room. Groaning slightly, she swung her feet over the edge of the bed, facing away from her companion and rubbing her eyes groggily.

Behind her, the man let out a sniff. "Very good. But I expect you to comply promptly from now on." He said. "Insubordination will not be tolerated."

Stacia groaned inwardly. Wherever she was, it definitely had her father written all over it. "Yes sir." She grumbled.

"Get up and follow me." The man ordered curtly. "I'm a busy man. I will not tolerate procrastination."

Stacia took a deep breath. "Yes sir." She replied again, a little disgruntled. Sighing, she struggled to her feet. Pain blossomed throughout her body as she straightened out. She bit back a startled gasp. Whatever had happened the day before, it must have been bad. This was worse than normal, even for her father.

Clenching her jaw and squaring her shoulders, the young woman reluctantly turned around. She was going to have to face the man eventually. She might as well do what he said

Her jaw twitched slightly, her eyes flicking over him. He was exactly what she'd expected; small, balding, and carrying himself with a disproportionate are of self importance. He was wearing a white doctor's coat and holding a clip board. Once again, Stacia was unsurprised. The whole place stank of hospital anticeptics and plastic everything.

She hated the man instantly and with an intensity she reserved for those who belonged in a special circle of hell. She could tell from his expression that he felt much the same. His watery blue eyes held nothing but scorn.

He nodded once and turned, not saying a word. Stacia was tempted to stay where she was and force him to come back for her. Good sense won out, however, and she quickly fell into step behind him, letting her eyes rove around the hallway, taking in her surroundings.

If she had had any doubts about where she was, they were quickly dispelled. The sight of the other patients, some of them wrapped in strait jackets or being wheeled around in nearly catatonic stupors was more than a dead give away.

From the back of her mind, a memory from the day before began to bubble, overlaying the world around her.

Stacia was curled tightly into a ball, arms over her head as her father stood over her. Only a moment before, she'd been standing in front of him, saying... Something. Something he didn't like.

"You've finally done it, Anastacia. It's time you were taught a lesson." Her father growled. "And I know just where to send you."

Once again, the doctor's nazaly voice shattered her fragile train of thought. Part of her clung to it as if it were a lifeline. She didn't want to remember. Not now. Not in front of other people. She'd be damned before she'd let herself break down where anyone could see.

Stacia forced herself to focus on his words, trying her best to make them stick in her head.

"- be leaving you with Nurse Jayne. She'll see that you get clean and properly dressed, then she'll escort you to the cafeteria for breakfast. From there, she will give you a tour of the facilities and bring you to my office promptly after lunch hour. Do not keep me waiting."

"Yes sir..." Stacia murmered as his words slipped through her mind like water through a seive. She hoped there wouldn't be a test later.

As he continued to talk, she followed along behind him, face blank as she stared numbly at the bald spot on the back of his head. Suddenly, she was forced to stop mid-step in order to avoid running into him. Looking around, she blinked in confusion, just barely registering the sound of the doctor talking to someone.

"-seems to be worse than her parents thought. Best be careful with this one." He was saying. Stacia's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as she looked from him to the woman. Who were these people? Why was she here? And, more importantly, did she really want to know?

"With all due respect, Dr. Lofflin, I think I can handle one little girl just fine." The nurse said, clearly almost as unimpressed with this pretentious little man as Stacia. "Now, if you would be so kind as to go about your business, I will make sure she arrives at your office on time. But only if you leave so that she can bathe." The woman raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

Stacia felt a surge of warmth for the nurse at her attitude. While she may be part of whatever her parents had gotten her into, she clearly wasn't someone they would have chosen themselves. This certainly didn't change Stacia's feeling of lost hopelessness, but it made the prospect of whatever was awaiting her a little easier to swallow.

Dr. Lofflin sniffed, a faint grimace on his face as he raised his nose in the air. "Very well. Should you require assistance, I've already authorized the use of sedatives with the orderlies." He cast a scathing glance Stacia's way and she felt her stomach drop to her toes in a knot. "Don't be afraid to take advantage of it." With that, he nodded curtly at the nurse and turned sharply on his heel, disappearing down the nearly empty hall.

Left with nothing more to do than stare blankly at the nurse, thoughts a muddle, Stacia couldn't help but compare her to the doctor. Where the man had reminded her of a ferret without the charm, Nurse Jayne reminded her more of a fat house cat. Her eyes lacked any form of predatory instinct, but there was still something behind the friendly smile and the twinkle in her eyes that was clearly calculating. She had the look of someone who could read people and use what she saw to her advantage. This put a different sort of edge to the woman's friendly smile and Stacia found herself shifting uncomfortably, averting her gaze.

"No need to be shy with me, Miss Gordon." The woman said warmly. "Come along. YWe'll get cleaned up and get you into some nice, clean clothes before we feed you." She said with what Stacia was sure was supposed to be a reassuring nod. The effect was shattered by a hysterical scream from the room they were standing in front of. Nurse Jayne frowned. "Follow me, please. And I would advise against any sudden movements. Some of the other patients can be rather... Sensitive."

Stacia frowned ever so slightly as she followed her into the room. The air inside of the room was heavy with steam and the heat of too many bodies packed into one place. Her stomach, which had barely managed to rise up to her knees, twisted like a pretzel and dropped back to the floor as she realized what this meant. She recoiled slightly when her fears were proven accurate.

There were no cubicles in this shower room. Every faucet was open air, following along several rows of low walls. Everyone could see everyone else if they bothered to look. Many of the women clearly had no interest in their surroundings. Others reminded Stacia of scared rabbits. Every little sound or movement made them jump and look around. There were a few who had too obvious of an interest in the other occupants. It was these women in particular that Stacia found herself skirting around as she followed her nurse down the aisle of showering women.

As Nurse Jayne exchanged polite greetings with the other staff, Stacia had to fight off a swelling bubble of panic. She was going to be forced to shower with these people. She didn't doubt for a moment that Nurse Jayne would do whatever she had to to make sure she did as she was told, which meant Stacia was going to have to disrobe in front of strangers. She could barely handle taking her clothes off when she was alone in a locked room.

As she was led to an empty shower faucet, a thought floated across her mind, barely connecting in her panicked brain: Maybe her father had finally killed her and this was Hell. She wasn't even sure that thought was such a bad thing. At least then she wouldn't have to see her parents again until they joined her there.

Shuddering a little at her thoughts, Stacia forced her mind to focus on what the nurse was telling her.

"Take off your clothes and give them to me, dear. I'll see to it they get washed and are returned to you when you leave." The woman said, giving her a small, reassuring smile. This one, Stacia almost believed. At the very least, it made it plain that Nurse Jayne understood her trepidation.

Nodding numbly, Stacia stared at the plain, white tiles and pulled her shirt over her head. She felt her face begin to burn as the nurse took in a sharp breath. She didn't even have to wonder what the woman was reacting to. While she hadn't had a chance to take stock of her most recent bruises, she'd become well accustomed to her body always being a colorful mess of pain. It was one of the many reasons she covered herself as much as possible. She was ashamed of what her parents did to her on a daily basis. Why would she ever want people to see the evidence of how much her parents hated her? Of how worthless she really was to anyone?

The young woman swallowed hard, fighting back tears. She would not cry in front of these people. The last thing she wanted was to show any signs of weakness. Tears would only earn her further scorn. It's all they had ever done for her. No, she would wait until she was alone. Until she could hide herself in quiet darkness, away from judgemental eyes. Until she could hate herself in peace.

Somehow, she managed to get through her shower without further incident. The whole time, she felt like an observer. As if she was floating somewhere near the ceiling, aware of her actions down below but unable to register anything beyond that. The ordeal felt like an eternity that passed in mere minutes.

Stacia was almost startled when she realized she was clothed once again. She looked down at herself in mild confusion, wondering how that had happened. She barely even remembered finishing her shower, let alone getting dried off... Part of her vaguely recalled Nurse Jayne pulling her shirt over her head for her. The extent of her memory was that the woman was surprisingly gentle. She'd barely touched any of Stacia's bruises... Perhaps she wasn't so bad as the girl had first imagined.

Giving in to her curiosity, she let her eyes wander around the hall. Nurse Jayne was leading her... Somewhere. Presumably toward breakfast. Hadn't there been mention of feeding her?

She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of eating. She still wasn't certain where she was, though the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. Given the state of some of the other occupants of the place, this was clearly a mental hospital. But which one? And why?

Stacia shuddered slightly, repressing her memories. She didn't want to know. Not now. Not with so many people around her. So many strangers.

Stomach and mind churning, Stacia followed Nurse Jayne into a common area. Men and women alike were scattered about the room. Most were eating or being fed by nurses or orderlies. Some she would even venture to guess were being fed by doting family members as they sat in numb stupors, clearly not recognizing the people who clearly cared for them.

Stacia had to avert her eyes from these. She couldn't bear to see the looks on the families' faces. Especially since she knew that she would never get such concern out of anyone. She'd no doubt been put here so that her family could forget about her, at least for awhile.

She had to swallow further tears as her thoughts went unbidden to what she might go home to... She was only glad that she'd hidden her most valuable belongings somewhere her parents would never find them. It was small comfort, but it was better than nothing.

Numbly, she shadowed Nurse Jayne through the line, forcing herself not to feel anything. If she let herself feel, she would cry. There was no question in her mind of that. Why am I here? She thought hopelessly, barely noticing the food that the nurse was gathering onto a tray for her. Is asking questions really such a crime? She clenched her jaw. I only wanted to know where I come from... She sighed heavily, forcing her mind away from the Peterson family's dark history. While thinking about what the stories implied often made life more bearable, it would be far from helpful now. She didn't know for sure, but she had a vague sense that her interest was what had caused her father to send her here...

Her thoughts froze with the rest of her as she realized that Nurse Jayne was watching her. She stared at her for a moment like a deer in the headlights before dropping her gaze and muttering. "I'm sorry... Did I do something wrong?" She cursed her cheeks as they burned with embarrassment, thankful for her long hair as it hung damply in front of her face.

Nurse Jayne frowned. "Of course not, dear." She said reassuringly. "I was just asking where you'd like to sit... But I think I have the perfect spot for you." She added, nodding once. "Over here." She said, leading the way toward a table with a pair of arm chairs around it. One of the chairs was already occupied and Stacia had to fight a swell of panic, latching onto the nurse's in order to remain calm.

"Mr. Peterson, I've brought you some company." The woman said, setting Stacia's tray down on the table. Stacia's heart leapt into her throat and she found herself staring at the man in blank surprise as she forced herself to listen to the nurse's words. "She's just as quiet as you are. I'm sure you'll get along wonderfully." She said, nodding then raising an eyebrow as she noticed Stacia's stare. "Have a seat, Miss Gordon. And both of you eat your breakfast. You need to keep your strength up." She said, nodding.

Stacia forced herself out of her thoughts and looked at Nurse Jayne, brows furrowed only slightly as she asked sharply but quietly. "Why, exactly?" Her soft voice held an edge of bitterness. "I barely ate this much at home, what's different now?" She asked, her voice a slight grumble. In spite of her words, she slid into the empty chair, eyes focused on her food as if it would answer all of her questions if she just stared hard enough. She didn't know what she expected to happen, but at least it was better than staring at the man across the table.

Was he a spy? Or perhaps a relative her mother had conveniently forgotten about? Was he the lesson she was supposed to be being taught? A forgotten member of her family? An example of what they could so easily do to her if she gave them enough cause?

Her mind and stomach churned. How did anyone expect her to eat a thing under these circumstances?

((Ending kinda sucked, but look! You even have stuff for Daxy-waxy to respond to. xP))

[Daxton Bloodan]

(So I guess I'm going to explain a bunch in Daxs post, and taking a little bit of a new direction why hes there. Hope it makes sense. ))



Lazily sitting in his chair with his arm t his chin, he rested it there while his mind took off to wondering about a lot of things about this place. Daxton could remember very fondly the first time a human called on him. He was behind a store, almost clinging to what life he had, two bodies on each side of him laying there cold and paler than himself. He could remember, his world spin upside down, and sideways in a drunk state of mind. Dax made the mistake of drinking first, before sensing out their auras. While he drained both of the bodies, he ignored the new sweeter taste of the blood but he was a little too late. Witch blood is like achohol to vampires...drink enough the blood can attack the vampiric blood killing them instantly. Drink enough, and their undead lives could be spared but with the process of waiting it out. Dax stumbled tried to gain his vision to see, but a worker from the store had walked in he back for a smoke when he found the two bodies and Dax couched down with blood all over his shirt and covered in his face.

From the boy had called the police to haul him away. Dax couldn't shake his hazziness from his body..standing in court everything was a blur. While the judge was trying to shake him to speak, Dax's eyes rolled upward falling backwards onto the floor. Words escaped his mouth asking who ever was around to just cut him and let the bad blood leave. He repeated over and over again, "Cut me! Please! Release the bad blood! Cut! me!" The judge was motionless watching Mr. Peterson, call out to the court, he glanced at the cops to had arrested him that night and asked if he acted this way. The one told the judge occasionally he would ask if they could cut him, do him in..take out his misery...but while trying to do a drug test, Dax went violent trying to bite at the doctors. The judge grimaced, having no choice but to plead insanity on Daxton Peterson, sending him to Bronx Mental Hospital.

Dax sighed lightly forgetting all the time he didn't have to breath, but after finally pulling away from the witch blood, Dax would keep himself "breathing" to keep himself calm. The first few days were spent in solitary confinement after trying to attack a few doctors and nurses. he spent his days screaming to be let out of his black box, running his body into the door over and over again...When sleep did take him away, he dreamed of the severe pain he felt from the witch blood, dreams of his death, and dreams of the things that scared him most as a child.

That was then, 5 or 6 years ago. Dax fell into his haze back and forth in his earlier days to quieten him down. When he went 10 days without his constant screaming, the doctors reluctantly let him out, but with constant security around him. He was fortunate enough, when he'd go to the bathroom, the men stayed outside. Dax would find the poor soul that went in before him, to take a sip, slowly but surely cleaning out his system. However, when Dax would pull this stunt he would watch the craziest ones go in first by themselves. If they didn't look like a nutcase, Daxton couldn't do it. A couple of times, the patients did report on him for his biting behavior, sending him back into solitary confinement. When he would be released, and continue his plan of getting the craziest ones, time to time he would run into another witch, starting his process over again.

Just the other day, Dax went for one of his victims he had forgot about was a witch. Dax could still feel the burning sensation in his veins, but he felt like he was more control over his behavior than in his early years here. Dr. Lofflin concluded Dax suicidal toward others and himself, extreme paranoia of being alone, an anger disorder somewhere. It didn't sound as bad as Dax thought, until he would experience them. Dax chuckled a little to himself remembering a whole different man walking into this building, than he turned out to be today. True he could just disappear out of this place, but because of the constant witch blood access he granted, it felt like he had a bind on his powers. The more he drank, the tighter it got. He had lost his ability long ago to sniff out auras , so there were days he simply forgot who he bit out of all the people in his place. There were weeks were when he did find only humans, the bind loosely only a little but not as much, the process was slow. He was at least lucky he didn't splurge when he fed in here or the blood would kill him where he stood.

Dax turned his head a little at the sound of his his name, but his eyes only casted at his "company for only a few seconds before already getting bored. "Thanks." He grumbled to Nurse Jayne, ignoring her request for him to eat too. Dax turned to glance at his food, than looked up at the woman who was sitting across from him, than back at the window. "Don't waste your time arguing with them. They don't care what you say, if you don't eat they will spoon feed you to get you to eat either way." At this, Dax paused, pointing behind him where a sickly looking girl was fearfully staring around the room every 5 seconds while she waited for another forkful of her eggs. "She thinks I'm the devil, and some of these people are my minions. We are planning to take her to hell..so she thinks." Dax paused, listening to footsteps coming closer in his direction.

Nurse Lee had came into his line of view, but outstretched her hand that held a little cup. Dax had straightened himself up so quickly, Nurse Lee just about umped out of her skin. He slowly took the cup from her, put the pills in his hand, then handed back the cup. Without any liquid he just dove the pills in his mouth, swallowing all 5 in seconds. "Mr. Peterson, you should eat today. You do want the nightmares to go away don't you?" Dax looked at her, but didn'tsay anything. "I would like to see something off your plate tis morning." At this Nurse Lee, nodded and walked away from him.

Turning his seat around to look at his untouched tray of food. Looking at what he had, Dax took his muffin and set it on Stacia tray slowly. "The eggs are undercooked, the toast always gets burned, and the bacon looks like they just skinned the pig this morning. The muffins are good though, they will keep you full, you look like you need it more than I do." Dax said in a low tone, then retreated to his quite state. Still with his sunglasses on, All he could was move around his eggs making them smaller to look like he ate a little of them. He even picked at he greasy bacon ripping it apart in small pieces. When that was through, Dax hid the bacon bites under some of the bigger pieces of egg. For a moment, he glanced up at the woman in front of him, but then he slowly played with his food now, seeing that he hid most of his food to make it look like he ate.

The last thing he needed was another trip to Dr. Lafflin's to explain why he skips his meals. There were times, Dax wanted to break it down and tell him the truth. 'I'm a vampire, I don't need to eat.' Dax cracked a small smile.

[Anastacia Gordon]

There was definitely something off about this guy. Stacia couldn't put her finger on it, but it was almost palpable. Something about him just wasn't quite... Right.

Of course, she supposed that was all relative. She was in a mental hospital, after all. Grimacing slightly, she prodded at the eggs with her fork, eying the muffin a little suspiciously. If he was a spy, would he really be offering her a muffin? And he certainly seemed lucid for a mental patient...

Stacia followed his gaze when he glanced over to the girl, raising an eyebrow and shaking her head with a slightly derisive snort before saying quietly. "Almost makes you wonder how much the doctors here perpetuate such ideas... I mean, considering the impression Doctor Ferret-fa- I mean, Dr. Lofflin - gave me, I wouldn't put it past them to encourage their patient's insanity." She said, looking down at her plate, cheeks slightly pink at her slip of the tongue. She should know better by now than to say her personal nicknames for people out loud.

After a moment of quiet, she hesitantly picked up the muffin and picked a small piece off of the top, putting it in her mouth and chewing slowly as her eyes roved. Almost immediately, she found herself watching the 'spy' pick at his food. Part of her wanted to laugh at his trickery. She couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for his nurse to catch on. Provided, of course, that she hadn't already.

She was about to open her mouth to ask him why he wasn't eating when a thought crossed her mind. Vampires don't need to eat.

Stacia found herself staring at him blankly for a moment before forcing her eyes down to her muffin. Of all the silly things her mind could conjure. She sighed. It had to be the stress. Of course her subconscious would try and make her silly fantasies about her ancestors into a reality.

As the thought crossed her mind that he looked a little like one of those ancestors, she had to fight a laugh. Instead, she snorted slightly in derision before muttering under her breath "Maybe you're in the right place after all, Anastacia." She sighed and took another small bite of her muffin before surreptitiously glancing up at her companion.

Clearing her throat, she focused her eyes back on her muffin. "So... What are you in for?" She asked, making her tone as bored and nonchalant as possible. If this guy was somehow connected to her mother, she didn't want him to know she was onto him. Yet.

[Daxton Bloodan]

Dax had to admit, this girl was in the right place out of first impressions. Nurse Lee had tried many times to put him with other crazies for some "social interaction practice" seeing that he didn't talk in Group, and he spent his time in solitary because he was not working well with others. Dax had to frown at nurse Jayne's attempt. He just wanted to be alone, to suffer his blood withdrawls and binds by himself.

"Almost makes you wonder how much the doctors here perpetuate such ideas... I mean, considering the impression Doctor Ferret-fa- I mean, Dr. Lofflin - gave me, I wouldn't put it past them to encourage their patient's insanity."

Dax let out a small laugh, moving his head up a little to look at the girl, then glanced at the crazy girl. "You know, I often wonder the same thing sometimes. Group has become more of entertainment than "assistance". "He replied, laughing a bit more. "Dr. Ferret-Fa.." he repeated quietly, keeping the name in his head for later. He slowly stopped his laughing as the crazy girl started squirming and crying out some psalm while she pointed at Dax. Dax had to watch her for a minute, hen turned back at the girl across from him. With a shrug, he frowned. "She's in my group." was all he responded too.

Truth be told, He remembered Patty, the "crazy girl" was one of his first victims before he decided to lure in the crazier ones who wouldn't remember. She was one of the few that turned around and reported his biting. Dax turned back to the girl across from him, and just shrugged. "I don't know what her problem is, I didn't do anything." He half lied, picking at his food again.

For a moment, his eyes kept looking at the girl across from him noticing she would give him strange looks, as if he was suddenly growing a third eye somewhere. Dax had to perk his eyebrow a bit, did he really look that obivous he needed to be here? At one point, he caught a blank look on her face, this making him curious. Did she hear his thoughts of something? Was she some sort of Kentic? She didn't look like she needed to be here unlike Holy Patty over there crying she couldn't be in the same room with "Mr. Peterson". "Don't tell yourself that all the time." Dax muttered back to her, knowing she wasn't speaking to him directly.

Dax finally set his fork down looking straight back at her, his arms folded across his chest while he leaned forward. This gave him a better view what she looked like. Dax kinda saw her as a deer ready to run the other way in any moment. "Well..." He started but then paused getting annoyed with Patty. Slamming his fists down on the table, Dax stood up and looked straight at Patty. "Listen you little bitch," He could hear a few nurses gasp, "You think God will save you? Where is he? I don't see him coming to rescue you anytime soon. You think I'm the devil? Baby you really don't know what hell is." At this a few of the white coat guys grabbed Dax by the arm pushing him away from Pattys table. Dax let out a wild hiss, pushing guy that was on him away. The guy had nearly fell on the ground from his push, even Dax's glasses fell off his face. Sighing, He picked up his glasses, glancing at the girl he sat with. Slowly he grabbed his chair, pulling it away from the table he sat at before, turned it toward the window, and went back to his usual position. Glasses back on his face, he looked down, "Sorry." He told the girl, then slouched a bit..refusing to look at her.

((I hope that was good. ))