forum Welcome to the Ward (CLOSED!!!)

Started November 01, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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Near there location, screaming had began. Crystal was restrained, and being escorted by one of the ‘new scientist helpers’. She struggled many times, constantly screaming. “Someone! Please!” She cried, tears beginning to roll down her pale face. The student slapped her across the face, “shut up! No one wants to here your screaming you physco!” The student struggled to turn the door non, and Crystal kept struggling, giving him more trouble. He eventually lost it and began to hit and kick her. “I said stop it! You are getting your medicine if it takes you being stabbed in the leg!”
(Sorry if it’s to long. I tried. Oof.)

(Sorry that I'm only just now posting here!)
Sitting with his legs crossed on the floor, Marco leaned forward and put his elbows on the concrete. Everything was filthy, especially now that only a few cells down lay a dead body. Even though it was recent, the smell had reached his cell at the end of the hall. Peering through the spaces in the metal of his cell door, Marco watched as the people near the beginning of the hall chattered to one another, and he guessed that they were all speaking of the man who had commit suicide. One after the other, patients were thrown into their cells once they were brought into the hallway.

Immediately a bell rang.
"Out of your cells you imps!" One of the guards said. A man who was tall, lean and angular. His fsce alone was like a skull with a leather mask strewn across it, with salt and pepper hair, and vicious grey eyes. He had long, whipcordy limbs.
Someone, a guard… Dragged Ale out of his cell, and hauled him out. What was with these guys? They needed to get their act together. But that was ehen he realized something.
This place didn't have much of a budget. The cells were tiny, and he would wager there was almost definitely something wrong with the water, air and lighting systems of this great concrete beast.

Arioch recovered his Knuckles and stuffed them in his pockets as he stepped out of his cell what's the point? just let them kill us…

The student dropped Crystal on the ground and took a needle from the closet. “You are taking your medicine! With or without your consent!”
Crystal began to beg. “No! Please! Don’t! I-I-I’ll take the medicine! Just please…” she held her head and had her knees protecting her stomach. “Don’t hurt me!”
Her screams draw attention from some people. No one cared, but the screams of her pain as the needle stabbed through her arm, was loud enough to disturb a few people.

The guard opened a door, out into a yard with a largw cracked blacktop that needed a paintjob, this was surrounded by a patchy grass area, or mostly yellow texture. Bristly, from being dead so long. And cobered in werds. Surrounding the yard was a 12 foor concrete wall, with a fence made of razorwire that should probably have been on a WWI trench. A camera was in one corner of the wall. Ale was one of the first, none of the inmates would try anything, is they knew very well the malicious intent of the guards.

Followed by these men, was the student dragging the unconscious Crystal, who he thrown out into this yard. The student chuckled then left. Crystal’s unmoving body stayed on the ground.

Ale crawled stealthily over to the young girl, sitting beside her. Starting to panic. He held back a river of tears. He tried to rouse her.

Crystal suddenly began to shake, she got up and hugged her knees. “Please…don’t hurt me!” She began to cry softly, fear covered her like a blanket.

Arioch stumbled next to Ale "You're new, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." He said to the boy next to him,. Then "It's OK." Ale stammered, softly to the girl on the ground. "Are you alright?" He asked, as the guard fron earlier, the tall one, came out of the shadows.
"Greetings, patients!" He scoffed, in a surly, raspy voice. "As you know, Martin Helico has 'sadly' passed on." He added. "There will be NO MORE of that!!!" He yelled. "For each one of you who tries anything, will recieve a punishment that would be comparable to those suffered in the guts of Hell, and all the other imps with you." He continued. "We can't have you tampering with our schedule, or the Experiments!"
"Experiments?" Ale wondered, doubting further thst this was ACTUALLY a mental ward.

"He's very new." Rowan said from behind Alex. "He's in the cell next to mine, turns out Marty finally died.."

“Marty was my only friend in this wicked place… I… tried to hurt the scientists near him. They were poking and stabbing him with weird equipment… they looked like dna samplers…” Crystal muttered. She started to remain calm, but was still suddley crying. “So that wicked helper of his tried to inject drugs into me and called it medicine… I struggled but… I was no match for him…”

Ale put a hand on her shoulder nervously.
"It's gonna be OK. I'm Ale, what's your nxme.
He extended a hand.

“I’m Crystal…” She nervously grabbed his hand.

Ale smiled at her, turning around when he felt a presence. He was hit by a billie club, in the face.
He cried out, as the world spun, a stinging, rigid pain lit up his face.
"Be quiet when the chief's talking!" A guard said, walking off.
Hot tears ran down Ale's cheeks.

Crystal’s eyes dialated, she began to shake and began to shiver in fear. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I won’t do it again sir…please… leave me be….” she covered her head and began to cry more. She tried her best to keep quiet.

Ale crawls up to Crystal, looking her in the eyes, and gives her a smile thst he doesn't really feel.
"I'm sorry." He mouths, hughing her gently.

She fakes a smile. Why is he being so nice? Was he a friend of Marty?

Ale goes back to listening, his fscr still in pain.
"You may go back to your rooms!" The man said, this time, allowing them to walk, escorted by the guards.
"Are you OK?" He asked Crystal.

“No. That thing was… weird… I feel tipsy and light headed.” She said sadly, “not to mention that helper beat me… repeatedly… and I don’t know what’s going to happen…”

Ale gave her a second hug.
"I'm here for you." He said, running a hand through his hair, once gold, now grimy. He hoped they had showers. When he got to the cells, he saw that the room was sopping wet, except for their beds.