*A man sat in a padded cell, his hands on top of his head. He rocked with every breath, the long hair covered his face as he sat curled up in the corner. The security camera's recorded his every move, as he sat and waited.
He no longer tried to sleep, for fear of the dark dreams he had. Long ago was he locked away in this cell, and long ago he slept with ease.

The door read
Name: Joseph
Age: 23
Medicine: See Doctor on duty
Room: 242

He waited alone, in the corner of the room. Nothing but his thoughts, to keep him company. And that was always fine with him.*

A small tan skinned woman, with thick black hair wearing pumps and a lab coat enterd the room she carried a clip bored and a bottle of pills

Behind the woman wearing a lab coat crept Acoura, lurking in the shadows. As soon as the door was opened she rushed inside. She was thankful that Joseph was still alive.....
"Joseph!" she cried out, reaching for his hand. "Come on! Run!"

*He looked up if only for a moment, his eyes as brown as hazel. And the smile of pure haterd, he once again sank his head into his knees.*

I can't it's impossible, there everywhere.

*He moved himslef further into the corner, and tried to thinjk about who it was. Was the voice his own, trying to make him do bad things. Or was it the woman who had just come to see him, the one with the pills.
Yes he knew about the pills, the vile taste and the lack of effect. But still the doctors kept him on them, perhaps today they should find out why.*

ooc- is it ok if i join and be a psychiatrist?

The woman looked at the patient, tapping her foot
"We're trying a new medicine on you Joe." Her voice was a vile pretense of sweetness, like the mettalic taste of saccrine
"It's a little exsperamental." SHe said smiling broadly as one would at a child you were trying to dissmiss,She put her face in one of her hands and said softly "Oh god why am I telling you this." She said as she dispensed three pink pills

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*He no longer cared, he had been used for so very many drugs. Pink ones, blue ones, even a vile green one. But nothing so far had gotten him to sleep, the dreams of death and decay we're all he knew. And most of time viloence was indeed the answer.*

Who cares, not me, not her or even him.

She handed him the pills and a strofome cup of water
"Chew those up and drink." She instructed waiting, if this worked she;d win a nobel prize if it didn't she'd be out one a million dollar reaserch grant

"No, don't..." Acoura knocked the cup out of her hands, spilling it on the floor. "They're trying to kill you! They're making you go crazier than you already are!" Acoura was another patient here... the woman in the lab coat was one of her doctors as well... She knew it was too late to try and escape now, but she wouldn't want to escape without Joseph.

"I didn't want to leave without you..."

"Security!" the woman called in a bored tone, this happend all to often, to large burl men grabbed the girl and restraind her. The woman took two more pills from the vial and went across the hall for another cup of water bringing it back to the cell she sighed, such was her job

"No!" The girl screamed and screamed. "Let me go! Let me GOOOOO! These aren't honorable men! They're working with you! They're demons!" Only after she screamed these words did she hear how crazy she sounded. She kicked at the men and screamed louder. They tried to put her in a straight jacket and failed miserably. One of the men nodded towards the nurse... (does the nurse have a name???)
"She needs a sedative," he instructed. Acoura had been poked with a needle by this same nurse so many times to sedate her. This was her eighteenth attempt at escape. She struggled harder.
"No! I don't need to be sedated! Joseph! You have to get out of here! They're making you go crazy!"

Dr. Vermerez smiled calmly, a troublesom patient to be sure, she sighed and went for a needle. She was a pretty woman, still only in her twenties, and had more college degrees than a dog has fleas. She came back, to the kicking girl.
"Listen, you have to behave yourself if you ever want to get better, understand Acoura?" She asked, a pleading look in her large brown eyes

"Dr. Vermerez... you know there's nothing wrong with me..." Acoura tried to slide her sleeves further down over her sliced-up arms. "You know that I'm not crazy. You know it!" Acoura pushed away from the doctor, fear blazing in her eyes. "I'm not kicking... I'm not hurting anyone... I don't need a sedative. Please Dr. Vermerez..." Acoura looked back at Joseph.

"Look at him! He never even sleeps! The medication you're giving him is a stimulus! It keeps him as an insomniac! You're all against us!" Acoura pushed away again, trying to sound rational though she knew she sounded like a shizcophrenic suffering from paranoia.

"Now this is exactly the kind of behavior we'd expect from you, this is a sedative, in fact to prove it..." She forced the girl's mouth open and made her swallow, she'd be asleep soon, inmates, she snorted fabulas liers

Silent tears of frustration slid down Acoura's face. She was angry and hurt. How could they be allowed to treat their supposed "patients" like this?
"You know that it's true," Acoura whispered. "Deep down somewhere inside where you're still human, you believe me. You know this place is corrupt. You know the doctors are twisted and making us more crazy..." Her words slurred together. She could no longer talk, and everything around the room was going fuzzy. She tried to walk through the door, but she fell, or would have fallen, if the two men hadn't caught her and pulled her onto a stretcher. She closed her eyes, falling under submission, letting herself fall asleep...

She sighed deep inside herself, she was human she was trying to help. These two hadn't been responding to traditional treatments, and she's masterminded the scheme. Placibo drugs most days, but once a month LSD, that hadn't worked, then she'd tried drugs that would normally make there symptoms worse, hadn't worked. Then she'd tried animal medicine, then nothing, then finally tonight being the first night she was going back to the regulare treatments but at an almost leathal dosage, this sedative would have an elephant out cold in twenty seconds flat

Acoura opened her eyes... she was feeling very groggy... Where...? The memories of what had happened slammed into her mind. She tried to get up and then realized her arms and legs were strapped onto this table. She blinked in surprise. What...? That's when she started screaming.

"Now listen dear I beleve we need to have a little chat about these hallicinations of yours." She said looking pityingly at the girl

Acoura became silent as she noticed Dr. Vermerez. "What are you talking about? I'm not hallucinating. I used to be a doctor! I know what I'm talking about!" Acoura sighed. "Just take these restraints off of me right now." She struggled against her bonds. "You have no rights to do this, you don't have any grounds! Now please... Be so civil as to remove them."

"Used to be, used to be, tut tut my dear, Napoleon was once an emporer, and of course this is just another one of your little... fancies, your name is..." She consulted a clip bored
"Marina, Smith. You were a dancing insctrucror, married with two chldren." She said, her voice was calm, her eyes were hard, some were just so stubborn

"I'm not crazy," Acoura shook her head. "Please just get these bonds off of me..." Oh, no... Now they were calling her Marina Smith again..... NO. "My name is Acoura Doiselle. I was a doctor." Acoura would consult a mirror, but they had gotten rid of hers since she had stopped eating. She sighed, her face was young, she looked to be about 23, maybe even younger. She had started out as an intern working as a doctor... and then this mess happened, she couldn't even remember how it had started.

"I'm not her. You called me 'Acoura' once as well," Acoura shook her head. "You're trying to confuse me. Look at me. I'm twenty-three! How could a possibly be married with two children? Think about it."

"Please, just get rid of these restraints, it's clear I don't need them." Acoura locked her black eyes with Dr. Vermerez's brown ones. "I'm not crazy..."

"You got preganant at 17, married the father and settled down, yes I did call you Acoura, but you won't respond to Marina. Would you like to meet your children, and husband, I can have them summond." She said, almost perfectly faking a look of concern

"That's not me," Acoura protested. "I wouldn't do that. My adoptive parents sent me to college to become a doctor... I remember... I had a 4.0 GPA and I scored high on my SAT. I remember all of this... I remember... I have all these memories... Why are you trying to convince me that they aren't mine? Why are you calling me Marina? That's not my name! I don't have a husband or children! I know this!" Acoura took a breath to calm herself...

"You're conveniently avoiding answering me. Are you going to release me or not? I'm perfectly safe and you know this. Remove these restraints," Acoura pulled at the straps on the table. "Please....."

"I'm not going to realese you Marina, these memories are halliciations, they never happend, I can show you a birth certificate, drivers license, family photos, passport, social security papers, invitations to parties, your own wedding dress, Marina your family misses you." She said softly, the truth was she'd worked with Acoura, a genius, a mad genius. They'd been close freinds, been roomates in college, a good college to, but she said nothing of that

"Why are you doing this...?" Acoura blinked away tears. Dr. Vermerez had been her best friend in the whole world. "You're my friend..." Acoura pulled against her bonds, much harder this time.

"We were friends, best friends... I can tell you everything about yourself, the place we went to college, your boyfriend's name... Hell I can tell you his dog's name for Christ's sake! What the hell is wrong with you? Friends don't hurt each other," Acoura let a tear slide down her face. "Why...?"

"Marina, what are you talking about?" She asked looking puzzled "look." She said holinf up a laminated card with Acoura's picture on it, Marina Smith, Caucasian females, 103 pounds,

OOC: Charecter description please?

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Name: Acoura Doiselle, daughter of a rich adoptive family
Age: 23
Height: 5'3''
Weight: 103
Hair: Black, a deep contrast to her pale skin
Eyes: Black

need anything else? :: you're very creative... i admire your talent with writing, not just with poetry, but with the stories in the roleplay forums...

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"That's a fake," Acoura shook her head. "My name is not Marina! Why do you people want to tell me this?" Acoura struggled against her bonds. "I-AM-NOT-MARINA!!!!!" She started screaming at the top of their lungs, hoping to get someone down here who was not a part of this conspiracy.

"Just as you say, why would I want you to belve your someone your not, your Marina Smith, you have a six your old daughter, and a three year old son, there names are Melissa and Tyler. Your husbands name is Mason, you've been married for six years." She said holding up a photo of Marina smiling in a wedding dress holding a boquet of roses, next to her was a tall sandy haird man, with a kind smile, he had his arm around her shoulder. Bile from all this lieing was rising in her throat from the lies she was telling, but if she didn't obey orders. She shiverd slightly

"Mason..." Acoura echoed the name as if reading from a script. She saw something in her friend's eyes... Something unsure flicker across them and quickly fade away... So Dr. Vermerez did know her!
Acoura looked at the picture. Who was that man? She smiled dreamily. "Oh, yes... Mason..." She wrinkled her nose. "That was my wedding dress? Hmmm... I remember now... Melissa and Tyler..." Acoura nodded, hoping that her idea worked.

"Get me out of these restraints, I wouldn't want my children to see me this way," she sighed lightly. "Yes... I remember a little more now... Perhaps it was that sedative that made my mind a bit foggy..."

Camilla was close to tears, was it working, god she hoped not, she bit her lip and tried to smile
"Good, Marina your making more progress than I've seen in years." She gave a sigh of realife at Acouras slight shiftyness, she might just be able to let her out, she might be able to run, to get the hell out of here, she'd been here to prevent anything really awful from happining, and maybe, just maybe she could run

"Hmmm... are you going to let me out?" Acoura asked, clearly more lucid than she was trying to let on. "I want to see my husband and children..." Acoura thought she could see a flicker of a tear in Camilla's eye... Yes... Acoura had known it all along... She wasn't crazy. This was her best friend. What had they done to her? Acoura prayed that it wasn't worse than what she was going through. "Mason... Where are they?"

"They're at you house, a few miles from here, Mason's an accountant." She said, this is working, this is working, finally. After all these years
"It's on palmer street, in Peachtree." She said trying to fight a smile

"Yes," Acoura nodded. "So how will I be getting there?" She gazed evenly at Cmilla Vermerez.

"Well you'll have to be put under observation for a few days, I think the hospital car can take you within a few hours." She wanted to cry, to dance, to laugh with joy, but with the camrea's watching, she couldn't do any of these things. Exept smile benignly

Acoura looked up at the camera. She eyed it and looked back to her friend, Camilla. She mouthed "I understand..." She laid her head back down and stared at her bonds. "Are you going to get rid of these restraints?"

She mouthed again, without making a sound, "Come with me... Escape this place... We can run forever..."

She started to undo the restraints, having served so loyaly for so long, she was trusted, she'd be allowed to drive, no attendants, and the cars weren't bugged, had no tracking devices, she could explain, then she could ditch the vehical and find a new one, she'd kept her money out of the bank for a long time, letting the sum over a million dollars accumulate over time she was ready to run, fast. She had clothing hidden in a place no one knew about, she'd been ready for so long. She thought as she undid the restraints and let the girl up, she spoke into an intercom
"Patient 1041 is lucid, request permission to take her home."
"Permission granted." Came a harsh electronic voice back
"Your clothes are in a locker just down here." She said unlocking a small metal cabnit, and handing Acoura a bundle of clothing. She left the room so Acoura could change, and so she could collect her thoughts

Acoura glanced at the tight jeans and black spaghetti strap before she pulled them on, fitting them to her slim form. She felt normal now. She wondered for a time. Why didn't I try to play along sooner? She grinned up at the camera, hoping whoever was watching had been fooled. She went over to the door, and tried to open it. Still locked. Yes. Camilla had to play along... When Acoura discovered who had devised this plan to destroy their lives... she would destroy them... "I'm ready, Dr. Vermerez."

Camilla opend the door, to see her dearest freind as she;d been all those years ago at graduation from college
"Come along Marina." She said leading her into the warm summer air of the parking lot, and into a small green car. She started the engine and left the parking lot almost crying with joy. for the first time in years she was human again
"Arcoura, it's ok to talk the car's aren;t bugged, there's been a house waiting for you for two years now. It's wire tapped, and filled with hidden camera's. There's a man and to kids, a girl and a boy. All documents regaeding your previous exsistence have been destroyed, or hidden, I don't know whicg, but you can vanish easily, My documents in the government have been desroyed, I still have my copies though, so I can disappear, but leaving he coutry is impossible." She said smoothing her hair again

Acoura shook her head, confused. "When did all of this happen? Why...?" Acoura was trying to remember the last thing before she'd ended up in the hospital... "What happened to us? How did this all start? Who's behind it?"

"It's some goverment agency, rember the post graduation party? Well they had something slipped into the drinks, in fact all over the campus. The most promising scientific minds, snatched, picked off one by one. To play in a horrible game of prisnoers and gaurds, but unlike the first study, we were doctors and patients. It's been three years, three years which have been the worst in my life." She said as she expertly handled the speeding car "I don't know exactly why, or who started this." finished swerving down back roads, cheacking to make sure she wasn't followed
"More of our freinds our there, but I figured I'd have one chance to get you out."

"Thank you," Acoura smiled gratefully, though her thoughts were jumbled and she had mixed emotions. "Joseph..." She shook her head and looked out the window. "How do they explain an entire campus gone missing?" She looked back at Camilla, remembering their years together in college. "Oh..."

*Joesph alone in his room, looked up at the camera. And fianlly he got bored, he knew nothing could take effect on him. He'd actually grown more in strength and mind, just sitting there than anyone knew.
He stood up to his full 6ft, and then he smiled. The thoughts of hate boiled deep inside, and at that moment the monster arrived. He reached up calmly and methodically, pulled the camera off the wall. And then he waited for the gaurds, now he was bored he wanted to go home.*

"Turn the car around," Acoura was sure that she really had gone completely insane this time... but she needed to rescue Joseph. She couldn't leave him there. "We have to save Joseph. I'm sorry..."

Walking out of her car she passed sevaral workers she greated them as she passed them and headed to her office when she almost walked into a guard "hay" she shouted as he ran past her "Sorry Miss Handson, Joesph has pulled the camra out in his room" he ran of and she was left stood there thinking she did have to see Joesph today so she might as well go see him now she walked fast and saw the guards opening the door and shouting at him they stopped when she entered the room, her long black hair was down as usual and she wore a black dress it looked more like she was going to a funaral but all her clothes were like that. "Hi Jpesph, how are you doing today?"

"Alright, but how in god's name can we get him out of there, I can't just say I want this patient discharged." She said shking her head but turning the car
"Anyway, the people haven't disappeard, some of us as I said our the 'doctors' now, and some of us were said to be mad, our class was supposedly cursed." She snorted at the end of this to show her indignation. She may have been a small woman, only 5'4, but she carried herself with a regality, and bearing that made her seem tall, or at least powerful. She was a beautiful woman as well, high cheek bones, with a fine boned aristocratic face, but one got a sense of power and strength from her more than beauty, unless of course she didn't want that, her demeanor could be changed easily, disguising her body languge was easy, all to easy, and she could take on any role easily

ooc~ crawling darkness... is your character, Miss Handson, a part of the conspiracy, another victim, or an innocent bystander?

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"I don't know," Acoura shook her head. "We could have you go in... pushing a cart with me conveniently hidden inside... and go to Joseph's room to "give him medicine." and then... we'll take him with us... and escape."

Acoura shrugged, knowing her plan was ridiculous and impossible. Unless they could get someone else to help them...

ooc-innocent bystander but she knows something is going on because the staff always act weard around her

"Well anyway this will be a hell of a lot easier, before they know I betrayed them, we need a distraction, a good distraction." She said rumaging through her hand bag, she brought out a light colord wig, and three sticks of dynomite
"Stick these near the lunch room, it'll be empty right now, and it'll sure as hell keep the staff busy, wear the wig to avoid recognition, I'll go in and get him, try to avoid getting close to anyone, they'll know you." She said pulling into the lot

Me I'm doin' just fine, perhaps he isn't though!

*He hoisted a gaurd into mid air by his throat, and held him to the door. His muscles rippled down his body, as he moved never had anything that had done so little, looked so fit. The one tattoo he had gotten whilst still in school, showed on his spine a knife with the word hope written down it.*

To what do I owe such a pleasure

*He smirked and began to walk still holding the gaurd in the air, he was the orginal bad boy at school. But he never treated anyone badly, he just did what he had to in order to survive. If it envolved breaking a few heads he'd do it, but most of the time he'd beat up the jocks after all he needed everyone but the muscle.*

She proceeded to walk inside the ugly not quite modern, and not quite neo-antique building, it was plain bricks piled on the exsterior of a square slab of concrete, and little windows poked out occosionally, out of preportion with the hulking edifice, the entire place smelled medical, but more sinister, more evil