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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Annette walked up to James. "And look at this one. Can it do tricks?"

"I cannot do tricks, I have the IQ of a genius if that is what you refer to."

"It can talk! Amazing!" Annette said, flicking his forehead.

Ellen glared at her. "Don't touch him Sham Gal." She growled.

James pinned himself against the wall, he feared the contact.

Annette rushed over to Ellen. "And you! Such a pretty one, I like the pretty ones. So easy to… break." she said, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

Ellen flinched. "I'm not pretty, and I'm not easy to break." She gripped the book tighter.

"I like it when they fight back. Such more fun to play with."

Ellen tried to keep calm. She scowled. "Piss off b#tch. I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm not your plaything."

(Hey, um too late in the game to join?)

(No… come on in)

"Such an aggressive one, I like the aggressive ones, such fun!" she let out maniacal laughter. She leaned closer to Ellen, "You and I, we're similar you know."

Ellen pushed her away. "No we're not! We're nothing alike!"

"Oh? Alone in the world, betrayed by the ones you thought loved you? We are the same my dear, and it is spectacular." she said, flicking Ellen's nose. (Also, to clear things up Annette is just generally creepy. This is normal.)

(I love it)
Ellen smacked her hand with the book. "I wasn't betrayed by anyone, and I'm not alone."

"Oh, so alone. So very much alone." she said, grabbing Ellen by the neck. "Stop me, it will be so much more more fun."

Ellen should've backed off. She'd only be giving Annette what she wanted by reacting. But too many memories were bubbling to the front of her brain. She grabbed Annette by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, shouting, "With pleasure Sham Gal!"

Annette slammed Ellen on the floor, beginning to choke the girl. "Stop me! Stop me from killing her!" she screamed. "But not just yet! Wait, just you wait!" she roared, her eyes wild.

Ellen clawed at Annette's face, eyes wide with terror. This girl was crazy. A real psychopath. Ellen was going to die right here, right now, and never find her mom. She screamed and pushed Annette off of herself.
(And meanwhile, @Leah's character sleeps on)

Annette quickly jumped on top of Ellen, she was about to snap her neck when several nurses ran in, trying to break up the fight.

Ellen managed to punch her in the face before the nurses dragged her away. She pitied whoever was that psycho's roommate.

Annette screamed, breaking from their grasp but as soon as she had escaped she was caught again.

(I gtg for the night.)
The nurses left with Annette. Ellen rubbed her neck and flopped down on her bed. She swallowed back tears. She had almost died. She had almost died. She would've died without ever finding her mother.
I almost died.

Loopy. That's the only word Juniper could think of to describe how taking her medication made her feel. Everyone here was so serious, she thought. All they want to do is tear each other limb from limb? Why? Was there motivation? It would be so much more fun if we stole all the blankets from the linen's closet and made a fort. Maybe she could convince Jamie to do that. He seemed like the type.
She rolled off her bed, dragging the blankets with her and went underneath her bed. She loved it there.It was dark and quiet, and no one else could join her. Peace in solitude, something this researcher knew far to little of. Crawling as far back into the corner as she could go, Juniper retrieved her hidden journal and started to write a new report on the results of aggression towards the new subjects.
"This was a test on how subject 15's natural aggression would effect subjects 67, 68, and 69's perception of her. It was hypothesized that they would react in fear and respect, because of subject 22, 36, and 12's responses to aggression. The hypothesis was partially correct. 68 had a natural response of fear, but 69 responded in more aggression and eventually violence. Subject 67 was unresponsive during data collection due to unconsciousness."
When she finished writing, she scribbled the date and hid her pencil and journal again. She couldn't let anyone find this. Not ever. The last time that happened, well, that's the reason she got put in here.