forum New Eden Mental Hospital, Cutting Edge Care for the Mentally Afflicted (OPEN!! PLEASE JOIN! o/o VERY DARK enter at your own risk. Probably 17+)

Started September 02, 2020 by @Oakiin

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Coming to New Eden hadn't exactly been Arlath's decision. When he'd first come to the town, he'd been a wreck, half-starved, wabbit knackered, and dying from dehydration. He didn't know what he'd said, but he could hardly blame the people here for assuming he was just insane. He probably would have thought the same in thier shoes.

That didn't make it ok to be here however. He doubted the town knew much about the ways of the hospital, and what they did to 'treat' thier patients. Most of the people here were simply forgotten by the outer world, left to be used and abused by the hospital staff in thier experiments. Arlath couldn't summon the energy to try and fix his situation though, no matter how long he spent here. The two months of time had been miserable, but they had mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), a place to sleep…and if he was being honest with himself, there was a not-so-small part of himself that argued quite loudly that this was the perfect place for him. It seemed a just punishment.

So there he stayed. Doing what he could to ease the suffering of the other patients, and doing his best to keep them safe. If that meant the staff paid him more mind, he was willing to endure it.

It was especially rainy that morning. It had been storming all moonlit hours, and even though his shades were drawn, he could hear the cloud juice lashing down on his see-through wall, the glass rattling gently as the wind howled around it. He gave up on sleeping and instead pulled the grimoire he'd stolen from the staff wisdom warehouse out from under his pillow and settled down to read in the dim light. The grimoire was dull and a stiff read, but it was better than nothing. At least he wasn't just staring at the ceiling.