Asylum Meme

[alkali]

Meme, Interrupted



"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."


Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.

Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.

Rules:

1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!

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Stiles Stilinski ₪ Teen Wolf ₪ OTA

[myhouse_myrules]

[The last time he'd ended up in Eichen House had been because of the Nogitsune. Though he's pretty sure that this isn't the same place or maybe it is. Perhaps this was the basement of Eichen House or maybe it was something different. He couldn't really tell which it was. In fact, everything felt off. Like it was spinning out of control.

Maybe everything he'd been through wasn't real. Perhaps even his friends weren't real and this was all... well, he's not sure. Which is why he's got every intention of staying away from others. Keeping to himself.]

[mygame]

The padded room around them smells of dust, the light spilling from above barely there. There's a quiet click-click as it flickers off and back on. It gives a strobe effect in the rooms thick shadows. What lays below that dust smell is even worse... old sweat, urine and a vaguely coppery blood stink. The reek of madness. Maybe Peter Hale had once even been in this cell.

The next slow click-click is slower, the room sitting in total darkness for what feels like minutes instead of seconds. When the weak light comes back, another person is there in the cell with Stiles. It sits against the wall opposite, sock clad feet almost touching his. The Nogitsune didn't look any healthier than last time although it wore a strait-jacket now.

It didn't say anything, only stared back at Stiles. Maybe they had drugged him, right? Surely the fox wasn't back, was it?

Scott McCall Ϟ Teen Wolf Ϟ OTA

[betatoalpha]

[They'd tried talking to him after all was said and done. After the Nogitsune, the attempt on his life by those he called friends... Or maybe it was because of his attempt on their life. To be honest, he couldn't very well figure out which it was. All he knew was the ward that he was in, was for the more dangerous. Dangerous... years ago, he'd not of believed that. Now, unfortunately, he did. He was dangerous.

Especially when one was a werewolf. What idiot in their right mind did that? Or perhaps it was a delusion to keep himself from feeling guilty. There was no telling right now. Reality and non-reality were blurring together for him.]

[mygame]

Well, hello there, Scott. My, my, how things have changed.

[The Nogitsune stands just beyond the thick plastic wall of Scott's prison, its fingers slowly sliding along it. Even with all that between them, the scent of the dark fox is clear in the air. That or Scott's mind had figured out a whole new way to drive him insane.]

When you bit me and your fox stabbed me, you were the celebrated Alpha. What has happened? Peter Hale finally find a way to kick the feet out from under you? Or do you still have that Alpha spark?

[It grins at him from the other side, from the free side with Stiles' face. Where was Stiles? What had happened to him? Did Scott remember? Alive or no? Did he ever visit? Or was the scent of the Nogitsune the first whiff he'd had of his best friend for so long?]

Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto || OTA

[eyes_that_burn]

Sasuke hated it here.

No one really liked it, though; that was evident by the rage-filled yells at sundown and the scuffles that inevitably landed someone in Time Out, a padded, object-less room with the tiniest of windows wedged in the door. Sasuke had found himself locked in their more than once, his arms throbbing from where they grabbed him, stinging from where they filled him with drugs. Everyone murmured around their meals about escapes, plotting how to scale walls and jutsus that would burst through rooms, but the seals kept their chakra locked away from them. Precautions, they were told. For their own protection.

Sasuke knew it was really for the guards' staffs', though.

The one-on-one meetings were a joke; they labeled him with titles and words that did nothing to help anyone: survivor's guilt, PTSD, depression. Sometimes they went further, discussions of delusions of gradeur and schizophrenia, saying something foolish about how shinobi weren't real, that the clan he belonged to didn't exist, how it was his brother driving the car that killed the family, not this political plot to save a village (always lower case village, not Village). They said he drew the chakra seals on his own skin every day, the staff didn't place it there.

But they were trying to mess with him, get him to doubt himself, confuse the truth with some false makeshift idea. The Village wanted to suppress him, make him not a threat with the rage that burned inside of him. They wanted to keep him controllable, manageable with the drugs, with the genjutsu, with the lies. It was obvious. Tch.

Everyone was an idiot if they thought he would fall for their bullshit.

He just needed to find a way out.

[kuramaless]

Naruto had tried his hardest in the beginning to try and keep Sasuke out of this place. He'd tried desperately to play along with Sasuke's babblings and talk of clans and war and shinobi. Of foxes and demons and enemies with strange abilities to change what was real and what wasn't.

In the end, it had been playing along in the hopes that Sasuke would get better that very likely made it worse. Sasuke had begun to believe his story even more and grown far more distressed than he'd ever seen him before. Those stolen moments of time when he realised what he'd done. When he seemed to break free of his thoughts and stare at the marks he'd drawn on himself and cry. Cry for the awareness of what was happening to him, for the loss of his family, the guilt, the heartache.

It broke Naruto's heart.

Naruto who had been there with him every step of the way, at every event his Father refused to attend, every time Sasuke needed a place to go, Naruto was right there at his side and luckily for the both of them, Naruto's Father was one of the kindest people they knew. He'd suffered his own loss in the death of his mother during childbirth, but Naruto always stayed positive. Determined as he was, he'd wiggled his way into Sasuke's life and the scathing looks had turned into something fond, they were friends now...

Had been friends.

The Five years they'd spent together, living between homes, studying together, whilst Naruto watched Sasuke at kendo, Sasuke would return the favour by attending all his soccer games with Naruto's Father. Things were good. Really good.

Then the car crash had happened, and everything was flipped upside down.

Only six months later and Sasuke, beautiful, brilliant, smart, Sasuke was someone else. A ninja from a village, with a dead family and team members and--

Sometimes it was just too much, and Naruto was feeling guilty today. His last visit had been a struggle, Sasuke had refused to let him in to see him, and what little conversation they'd had was solely about some mission they apparently needed to complete and it was through gritted teeth that Naruto replied. Tried to stay calm, tried to be there for his friend but in the end, his desperation to have his friend back won out and he'd yelled.

He'd yelled and for a moment, he was sure his rage had brought something about his Sasuke back-- a glazed look on those eyes and then the hurt. The betrayal, it burned and Naruto had seen it for days after. Burning into his mind every time he closed his eyes.

Perhaps Sasuke had forgotten, and although the good days were few and far between, he'd promised. Once a week. Always the same, Thursday night. When they used to train together.

So here he was, sat in the visitors hall, waiting to see if Sasuke would agree to see him this time.

There were three other sets of people out here already, one set he recognised, and even waved to - and the others were silent, talking quietly amongst themselves. He waited on, trying to stay calm, to keep his posture loose, look happy, pleased, cheerful.

Thor Odinson | Marvel-616 | OTA

[mountainstomove]

Thor was one of the more senior orderlies in the place. He kept his job by being quick to respond to problems, good at controlling outbursts, and willing to use his strength to manage a situation without actually causing harm to the patients. To the patients, he was also a reasonably good listener - never quite believing the more fantastic lines of conversation, but never seeing any harm in letting them talk, and willing to offer understanding and advice where he could.

More than anything, he was concerned about getting his job done, keeping the peace, and keeping everyone safe. That sometimes required him to hold the line on difficult cases, on both sides. Which is probably why, doctor or patient, he's come to find you one day in order to announce, without preamble:

"You missed your last appointment."

[fastestalive]

Barry's usually an easy patient to work with. She has her episodes, most of which seem to be related in some way or another to her delusions about the murder of her mother, but most of the time she's accepting of her treatment. She attends appointments, takes her medications, gets along with the other patients.

Today is... one of her off days. She's pacing in her room, unable to sit still, and talking herself through what sounds like a crime scene. She stops moving briefly when she sees Thor. "I'm fine."

Barry Allen ϟ 63!Flash ϟ OTA

[fastestalive]

option a: does not belong there

She's been in therapy, on and off, for years now. It's not hard to see why - even she can't bring herself to blame Joe, her adoptive dad, for worrying about her. If she didn't know what she saw that night, that her dad didn't kill her mom... To everyone else, she really does look like a girl whose brain cooked up some crazy memory to protect her from the truth.

Except that it is the truth.

And because of her history of outpatient therapy, the doctors think she just snapped when she's brought in after being in what seemed like some kind of fugue state with severe distress and auditory hallucinations. She can't even blame them. What's she supposed to say, a metahuman attacked her and totally fucked up her head?

She could just escape from the hospital, but that would create all kinds of legal problems. She's probably better off waiting for STAR Labs and the Wests to sort things out and play the model patient until then, even taking whatever pills are deemed necessary. It's not like they stay in her bloodstream long enough to do anything.

option b: does belong there

She was doing so good. After her rocky teenage years, Barry settled pretty well into her twenties, going into forensic sciences and getting a good job at the CCPD. Sure, she was a little too quick to believe in the unexplainable, but that just made her eccentric. Iris was always quick to defend her against any ridicule, and Joe always maintained that her brilliance at her job should cover any odd quirks she had.

So they were kind of horrified when Barry finally decided she'd gathered enough evidence about her mother's murder to go to them and present it, explaining that she had been right all along - her mother was killed by a time-traveler from the future with the ability to move at superspeeds, a person who she was pretty sure was Dr. Harrison Wells of STAR Labs. It made perfect sense.

She's quickly diagnosed with schizophrenia and moved to an in-patient facility while she's being treated. It could be worse. The Wests still visit her all the time, and the doctors and nurses are nice, even if they're having trouble finding a good balance of medications for her. Right now, she's seated in one of the common areas, avidly reading a science journal one of the nurses brought her. (Some of the pages are ripped out because Dr. Wells' work was in them - she's improving, but it's considered better for her not to be exposed to any possible triggers.)

ooc

[man_hunt]

If it is cool I was thinking option B. But a different scenario than the last time we threaded? If not, it is totally cool.

Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

[keepmekept]

Cole...Cole was a problem patient.

In ordinary conversation and interaction, he was generally seen as a bit odd. Harmless, but odd. He had an odd way of speaking, an odd way of looking at you like he was actually staring at a point on the inside of your skull, and an odd way of moving like he hadn't quite grown into his body despite, as far as they could tell, being at least in his late teens.

He tended to react with vehement refusal at the idea of taking his medicine, however, refusal that could turn violent. More than once, he'd publicly accused various orderlies of abusing or otherwise taking advantage of other patients. That had earned him no friends. There had also been a case where some other problem patients had died, and when asked to account for himself during those nights, Cole would only ever say: "They're happier now."

So he was normally kept isolated, under guard. Today, however...today was an exception.

"Hello," Cole said pleasantly, as though his hands weren't restrained to the point of near-uselessness. "It's nice to meet you."

[spoiledprincess]

Perhaps a companion would solve matters, they thought. Daiki had the misfortune of living under a corrupt system in a seedy part of town, and where boredom of those in power thrive, there are bound to be consequences.

And so Daiki was deemed at least tame enough to have a roommate. His own hands were bound, and he favored his left side with every bit of his movements. Aside from that, the lanky teen could only stare at the uncanny, pleasant greeting.

"...Hello." Full of hesitance, he scanned Cole's body language and face for anything strange. For anything that would be, well, cause for suspicion. Even something as innocent as a sleight of hand could be pretty bad.

As such, they'd marked him as particularly... paranoid, on his charts. But who wouldn't be paranoid when suddenly everyone wanted to shove pills down his throat to make him, one of many of the slum's population, "better"?

But they'd offered him something: figure out what was up with the strange patient named Cole, and he could leave with only a slap on his wrist. A crock of crap, if he ever saw it, but the only line he could find at the moment.

Well, he'd just have to find others, now wouldn't he?

"They decided to make me your new roommate. Hope you don't mind company," he added with a frown, tilting his head very, very slightly so that his only functioning (left) ear would be more pointed towards Cole, to better hear him. As a downside, he couldn't really hear anyone behind him too well.

[So, I hope you don't mind OCs? And my tagging speed will likely be very limited until I can either figure something else out about it, or until April, at the latest. But I adore Cole so much I couldn't help but tag. But if you'd rather I not, please let me know and I'll delete it. But if it's okay, feel free to let Cole use his powers on Daiki. I don't mind writing things out for him to see as they come. <3]

Hannibal Lecter | Hannibal Rising | OTA

[camebefore]

The nineteen year old that fixed the bright 'VISITOR' tag on his white coat fought the boredom that wanted to set in. The director had finally ended his rambling introduction and was moving them on to the tour.

The rooms he saw were less places to keep people and more cages for animals. True, the walls were padded along with the floor, but most of the people he saw through the thin draw-aside slat had the downcast look of long-term prisoners. Those that were not beaten down snarled and snapped, angry and trying to gain their freedom. Only a precious few were sharp-eyed but cold, voids where a person may have once been.

All were dangerous in this ward, or had been deemed by the courts as such.

"What brings you here today, Doctor?" the director asked, leading to another room and silently drawing aside the viewing slat.

"I've been at Johns Hopkins for about a year now working in the emergency room, and my mentor thought I should at least look at some of the other careers in the field," he said, the odd mix of Lithuanian and French accents giving odd twists to the English words. "He seems to think I have some sort of insight to how others think."

"Maybe you'll consider the field of psychiatry then, Doctor..."

He gave the director a thin smile, maroon eyes seeming more red than brown under the sparse lights above. "Lecter. Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Who is this patient?"

Hinata Hyuuga| Naruto| OTA

[shyhyuuga]

Hinata heard the voices from the staff that always came by her room. The doctors that told her that she wasn't really part of a village, that she wasn't a kunoichi, and that her cousin died when the mugger shot him, not from pieces of wood going through him. They always talked about how a good person she was and stayed out of trouble, but she knew that wasn't right. She did belong to a village, she was a ninja, and her cousin dying in front of her did happen that way.

Hinata tried to explain it, but every time she did they gave her that smile, the one that showed they didn't care, and upped her dosage. She knew she was right. There wasn't anything wrong with her. She had to wait for the right moment, gather enough information, and she would be out before she knew it.

why, hello there.

[doingwhatiwant]

While Hinata denied it quietly and peacefully, there was one down the hall that denied it loudly, vehemently and violently.

Madara Uchiha was a shinobi, the head of the strongest clan in the world - at least until they betrayed him. It didn't matter how powerful of sedatives they injected him with or how tightly they restrained him, he wouldn't back down.

When Hinata was walked out to the cafeteria for a meal, she finally got a good look at what they did to those who weren't quiet and peaceful. The man squirmed in his straightjacket, twisting around under the belts that held him to his bed. Wild hair shook like an animal's. Dark eyes stared at Hinata, if not through Hinata.

"You!" he shouted. "You're one of us! You've always been one of us! Don't listen to their lies!"

Wii Fit Trainer | Wii Fit/Smash

[fitnessenthusiast]

[Yes, this is as ridiculous as it looks.

A Jane Doe was picked up in the public park. She appeared to have stayed there for at least two weeks. Carried an unusually pale complexion and an obsession with fitness. Only refers to herself as a trainer. Attempts to restrain her or medicate her have only allowed a few hours of rest, which she has referred to as a cool down period. Will not stop exercising, except in conversation. Other than her insistence in a balanced diet for the inmates, she's usually no trouble. Unless she's organized another exercise session. Or interrupting the flow of hallway traffic with jumping jacks. Or yoga.]

oh god askljasdf

[bleakmidwinter]

[This woman, whoever she is, has been incredibly difficult to treat. There's plenty of possible diagnoses going around, the most popular being some kind of compulsive disorder focused around fitness or an eating disorder primarily marked by over-exercising.

Whatever the case, Caitlin approaches her with some caution and a bland, professional smile on her face. She finds her new patient in one of the common areas, working through what appears to be yoga.] Hello. I'm Dr. Caitlin Snow.

Allen Walker | D.Gray-man

[showmystar]

[Allen had been fighting this possibility for a long time. Others called it an inevitability. Now, he almost agrees with them. He's finally become too dangerous to keep out on the field. The Noah inside him--the Fourteenth--takes over whenever he pleases. Allen still fights to preserve his humanity, to not lose himself, he'll never give up, he won't roll over and die But for how long can he hold out? He's not sure.

The Black Order has locked up Allen Walker. His cell is of a moderate size--likely thanks to Komui's begging, bless that man. There are always guards just outside Allen's cell door. He's not even sure he can have visitors. But if Allen knows his friends, they'll find a way.

He just hopes they don't catch him when he's not quite himself]

unfamiliar with DGray-man so, uh, feel free to nominate the friend he's impersonating?

[whiteofcrime]

[ It wasn't the visitor that Allen was expecting perhaps, but it was someone at least.

Kaito always had an insatiable curiosity. Today he sought to quench a part of it by unveiling the mystery of who exactly it was kept behind this well-guarded door. Ordinarily the magician would not be allowed out without at least two people to keep an eye on him but that was like asking a hungry wolf to sit still while a deer walked by its nose. Accompanied or not, Kaito always found a way to slip by and wander off on his own. In this instance, he had ditched his ankle monitor and deliberately broken out of his own cell to disguise himself as a visitor for one 'Allen Walker'.

It was his alter ego who came up with and prepared the details. His disguise was not as flawless as it could be; a mental institution didn't exactly carry ready supplies of make-up and clothing for a world-famous magician-thief. However, what he managed to throw together easily withstood casual glances. It was Kid, not Kaito, who strolled casually down the corridor to Allen's room, and it was Kid who confronted Allen's guards. ]

Here to see Allen. [ Previous spying sessions meant he perfectly mimicked the voice of one of Allen's previous visitors (the person he was disguised as now). Hopefully they'd let him by without too much trouble, but if they didn't then Kaito-Kid had palmed a few shots of anaesthetic to knock them out with. ]

Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe | OTA

[onlytheremains]

He was fucked up and he knew it. He belonged here, in the calm colored ward with the black clad technicians and the nurses who kept a sharp eye on him.

He earned his place here, or so he assumed the person whose car he walked into thought.

He was certainly fucked up enough, of that he had no doubt. The war had fucked him up, the capture had fucked him up more and hell even coming out of it, getting rescued and freedom and coming back to civilian life had left hi in tatters.

And after a certain point, he was done. He was done with flashbacks, with violence, with all of it. He was done being terrified all the time and not knowing if he would ever feel safe again.

He was done.

So he walked into the street, being careful of his timing, and let a car play chicken with him.

And he lost. In no fucking way did he get hat he wanted.

And now he's here, picking at a bandage with one arm and wondering what the hell happens now. He never got in contact with anyone when he came home and fuck knows no one would come for him now. He didn't deserve to have them find him, nonetheless have them agree to be responsible for him.

Maybe..Oh hell, he doesn't know. He wants to believe maybe there's safety here, if nothing else. That his dreams and his mind cant capture him again and let him fall into spirals of paranoia and terror but he can't be that optimistic.

He is either going to die or live forever, there's no middle ground and at least death would be a reprieve.

[aptoautmorior]

Somewhere along the way he'd picked up a shadow, small, blonde, almost silent and endlessly curious. Hanna was one of the facility's long-term residents, as well as being one of their escape artists.

Though she must have been having a good week, as she wasn't under constant supervision right at the moment. Or she was having a bad one and had slipped her collar, so to speak.

In any case, she'd soon settled herself in the nearest chair, watching him in the manner of someone who'd never really been taught that staring was rude.

kakeru naruse | orange | ota

[tosaveme]

[He's not even allowed bedsheets. At first, he'd wanted to cry. Had cried, but now he just kinda laughs about it. He did hang himself with a towel. Figures they wouldn't let him have anything that could even half-way mimic a noose. He liked to pretend he was normal, that he didn't think about killing himself all the time. It was a lot harder to do here. He didn't really have much bruising on his neck and he didn't think any other patients knew he'd been in the hospital for a few days.

It wasn't hard to tell who was under suicide watch, though.

All that said, Kakeru wasn't a bad patient. He was easy. Pleasant on even his worst days. He wants to sleep a lot, mostly. Ends up crying at night. More than anything, he just wants to go home already. He won't have to stay long, his grandma has already told him that much. Until then... he's here. Kakeru has been friendly, though. Partly to earn a good report from the nurses and partly because... well, he is. Certain issues aside, he's a normal teenager.]

Daken Akihiro | Marvel 616 | OTA

[culturedmongrel]

Oh he had a visitor? How quaint, maybe another recruiter for a different facility, or some glory hound journalist who wanted to chat it up with a psychopath, the sort he had eating out of his hand-- only he could weave a story so well that he came out as the tragic victim.

Also a visitor meant they took him off his usual cocktail of sedatives long enough to have a friendly little chat, though it wasn't very nice of the orderlies to rough him up a little before they strapped him to the chair (to be fair, he'd been giving them a bit of a hard time.)

So he had a big, bloody smile for whoever decided to come see him.

[theoriginalsnikt]

It wasn't any of those things. No journalist, no recruiter... Just a father coming to see his son in a place no decent one'd ever want to see him end up. He doesn't think this will go well. He doesn't think it's going to go anywhere particularly good.

But Logan had to come anyway.

He's guided into the room, given precautions and all that shit he only half listens to when his eyes fall on Daken, bloodied and grinning and looking every bit like he fit in perfect here.

"You been fightin'?" Or someone had at least been roughing him up, from the looks of it.

He moves to take the seat across from him and idly rests an elbow on the table between them.

Annie Cresta | The Hunger Games | OTA

[annieisntokay]

A: Canon AU

Finnick Odair was dead. This left Annie, Crazy Annie Cresta, alone. At first, she denied it. She clung to hope that he was just hiding, that he was busy, not that he was never coming home. No matter what they said, she denied it vehemently. But the fact was, her husband was dead. It took too long for it to hit her, for her to understand, really only hitting home when, for the sake of all, the doctors of District 13 believed it best to terminate her pregnancy. And Annie, with her already fragile mental state, was in a place far, far worse than she'd been before.

Her coping mechanisms, that got her through her Games and out the other side, held their grip on her, regressing her further. Words which were already so hard, became worse.

B: Modern AU

The cuts on her wrist were healing nicely, at least, that's what the doctors said. Annie pretended she didn't hear them. Pretended that everything was fine, that her family was still alive, that there weren't often cops posted outside of her door, asking questions and expecting answers that she didn't have. All they all knew was this: Annie had come home to find her family slaughtered. She'd put them to bed, called the police, and slit her wrists before taking a swim in the pool. They'd found her there in time, and since then, she'd remained here. Sitting in bed, refusing to speak to anyone, for anything.

She'd always been odd. Quiet, removed. Suffice to say, she didn't expect visitors.

Eponine Thenardier | Les Mis | OTA

[jondrette]

The Thénardiers needed money. This was nothing new. They'd sold their sons, the two youngest, to make up for the two children that had died in their care. They sold their daughters, bringing letters to wealthy men, painting Thénardier himself as a humble man, with many tales of this and that, saying that in exchange for financial support, they could use the girls. But even that wasn't enough. So Thénardier did what he thought best. He sold his eldest daughter to the asylum that was more prison than hospital. Hysteria, he'd said, and they needed more bodies. Someone to help with conversion therapy, lonely guards. A kept whore, and nothing more.

She wasn't worth the money, either, they'd long since decided. Angry and violent, she lashed out at the orderlies that tried to keep her in line, refused to cooperate. They could tame her, it was believed. If she let them.

OR (a more modern au)

Hello my name is Éponine, and I am an addict. Addicted to anything, just name it, Eponine took pills, did coke, smoked until she couldn't see straight, drank until it was the morning and drank more. She slept with men to feed her heroin habit, or for anything they had on them. Here, a ward of the state, she was supposed to be getting healthy.

Except for the part where she didn't want to be healthy.

[or we could do something else, lemme know]

Elizabeth | BioShock: Infinite | OTA

[beunbroken]

Comstock House had once been a beautiful mansion, she'd read. Now, it was filled with the insane. Those who wouldn't cooperate, listen to Father Comstock. They were shoved in here, placed in their helmets as Boys of Silence, punished for their sins.

But what sin had Elizabeth committed, other than being born?

She disobeyed the Prophet, gone with the False Shepherd, killed a known terrorist. She'd run away after eighteen years locked in a tower. And now they kept her here. Experimenting on her, as they had when she was little.

Only now, now she was awake and she would remember it.

Hawke | DA2/DAI

[questionablewit]

[Option one: She's there to break you out, for whatever reason.

Option two: She's not supposed to be there, and is working on getting herself out/needs recusing. Or is laying low for a little bit.

Option three: She's there legitimately. Expect spoilers, angst, and for her to see/talk to people/things that aren't actually there. Modern AU an option for this one.

Happy to start, just pick your poison.]

Hanna (Movie of the same name) | OTA

[aptoautmorior]

On the good days, Hanna was one of the hospital's more amiable patients. She took her medication, she ate her meals and she went to bed.

The only problem was that she also had bad days, prone to fits of violence -ones that she almost always seemed to regret afterwards- or daring escapes. She'd made it all the way to the outer fence one night, and all the way to the roof another time.

No one was quite sure where she'd come from, though she insisted that she'd been living in a cabin in the arctic with her father. She often insisted a lot of things that no one could make sense of.

Yesterday had been one of the bad days, and she was still sporting a bruise from where she'd headbutted one of the orderlies and had ended up rolling herself into a table. But, alternately, today seemed to be one of the good days, as she was just sitting in a chair in the rec room, knees drawn up to her chest, watching cartoons.

Arthur (Inception) - OTA

[domsconsigliere]

The thing with Somnacin was that it wasn't traditionally addictive. Or, rather, wasn't addictive in the same way things traditionally were. Of course, it altered brain chemistry the same as any other hallucinogen, and with long-term use it suppressed the ability to dream naturally and, occasionally, led to paranoid thoughts that the real world was just a dream-state that one only had to wake up from to be free.

Which was what had happened to Arthur, his business partner -who had gone through that experience once before, with his wife- recognized the signs and had been the one to turn Arthur in.

Arthur himself was incredibly lucid, even reasonable aside from his conviction that this was all a dream. That conviction was the reason he had an ankle monitor that sounded an alarm if he went any higher than the second floor because he had tried to drop himself off the roof, and not just once, but twice. His explanation had been that everyone knew that to wake up from a dream that deep you had to die.

That conviction was also the reason that he was on suicide watch, even though he didn't consider himself suicidal, and hadn't tried any other routes besides the long fall. But as had been explained to him by a very patient doctor when he'd protested, just because he hadn't yet didn't mean he wouldn't later.

Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton - MCU - OTA

[ihazanest]

Cognitive recalibration only worked for so long, apparently. Or it had only fixed part of the problem to start with.

The trouble had started a few weeks after they'd saved the world, when he'd wake with his ears ringing, he just kept thinking it would go away, until it got to the point where he was coming to in strange places with his ears still ringing and no recollection of how he'd gotten there.

A few weeks ago they'd gotten wise and shipped him here, where there was always someone to keep an eye on him, where he wouldn't be able to do anything he'd regret later.

Erik Lensherr (XMFC/DofP) - OTA

[serene_rage]

The man was startlingly thin, especially for someone of his height and general frame size. He was the last of a group of POWs that had been brought in under political asylum.

In the few weeks since their arrival, the rest had been treated, identified and sent home, or elsewhere for further treatment. Erik hadn't spoken a word since his arrival, and no one had yet been able to identify him.

He was still half-wild, really. Ate as if he thought the plate would be snatched away, slept on the floor beside the bed, and never well. As such he only looked marginally better than he had upon his arrival.

He was out in the garden, currently, on one of the benches, in the shade of a sycamore tree, he had a book open in his lap, but he wasn't actually reading it, eyes in near-constant movement, keeping track of his surroundings.

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

[doesntrunaway]

Steve was one of the regular volunteers, he was still on-call as an Avenger, of course, and if the world needed saving he'd be there.

But in the meantime he volunteered at a lot of places, convalescent homes, soup kitchens, animal shelters, and here. He had much the same set of tasks in any location, listen to people's stories, provide a helping hand, and here he played orderly as often as he did candy-striper.

[balloonomancy]

Wes was a patient who'd been there a while.

He was silent. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and he wouldn't now, but it didn't make leaving easier. The doctors were afraid he would try to commit suicide again, or maybe that he'd freak out.

Wes was trying not to freak out, though, and it was nice here. He could eat regularly, sleep regularly (with drugs), and there was art therapy.

And, if he was supervised, they would let him have his balloons. People liked balloon animals. He could make other people smile.

Wes approached the orderly--he'd seen him around, but never really interacted with the man--and smiled. He pointed at the man's chest without touching it, made an exaggerated motion out of using his hands as binoculars, pointed at himself, and held up a package of balloons.

Would you supervise me with these?

He'd gotten his makeup privileges back, too! He was back in his mime makeup, which was comfortable. He could hide

Kaito Kuroba "Kaitou Kid" | Detective Conan/Magic Kaito | open

[whiteofcrime]

Scenario A - canon AU (denial/hallucination)

It was his father's death that had sewn the seed but it was Kaito himself who had nurtured it into a fully fledged delusion. Long periods of absence by his mother, the shock of his idol dying through such idiotic circumstances - well, it was no wonder that a young, ten-year old boy would withdraw into himself and find it difficult to surface from the bereavement, right? His childhood friend, Aoko - traitor, he'd think in his worse moments - was alerted when he began to speak as if his dad were still alive and had alerted her father. From there it had been police, counsellors, and finally, when he proved too stubborn in his hallucination, actual doctors.

He had been sent to the institution at the age of fifteen. Two years had passed since then and he was steadily getting better. However, even on his good days he wasn't allowed to hold anything remotely dangerous for fear that his sleight of hand would make it vanish up one sleeve. It was hard to keep a magician captive, as several near-successful escape attempts had shown. He'd long since memorised how to open the door to his cell and also how to pry open the ankle monitor which alerted staff and security when he strayed beyond certain boundaries. If it weren't for the large amount of CCTV cameras, Kaito might have broken out of the asylum a few months back. He still might before he was eighteen.

He was slinking about now, peering into various cells, wary and on the lookout for surprise appearances by the orderlies. The ankle monitor was back in his room and he had only the plain garments given to all patients here.


Scenario B - post-canon AU (dissociative/multiple personality disorder)

When they caught Kid, they were expecting to finally put a name and face to the mysterious Moonlight Magician. While they got their name and face, those who knew 'Kaito Kuroba' as a civilian were shocked. The thief's repeated assertions that he was not who they kept telling him he was led to psychiatrists being called in and a diagnosis: dissociative personality disorder. Two personalities, one mind. They had caught Kaitou Kid, but only half of him. And wasn't that funny, snickered the thief as he slyly toyed with the steel bracelets on his wrists, because they had caught the thief but they hadn't caught their man.

By some miracle, Kid didn't manage to escape during the transfer to the hospital. Special modifications had to be made to his room so that he stayed there, but even then it was difficult. Kaito, when he did surface, panicked to find himself interred in a mental institution, whilst Kid made it his daily mission to inconvenience the staff as thoroughly as humanly possible. Between the two personalities (and it was very easy for either to pretend to be the other), Kaito-Kid was a handful to manage let alone talk to.

At least a few things had become clear in the hints that the two, not knowing of the other's activities except through second-hand accounts, gave: they had been searching for something, they had found this something but would not say where it was now, and only the publicity of their arrest had stopped a bullet being put through their heart thus far.


Scenario C - If you have any other ideas, feel free to ask. (Tags are most likely going to be slow, sorry.)

Kamizuki Izumo | Naruto | OTA

[clouded_moon]

This was not the first asylum Izumo had ever been in, and it wasn't likely to be the last. Being a ninja had its price, after all, physically and me tally. But Izumo wasn't actually here intentionally, not this time. A well-meaning civilian lover had got him caught and brought here based on an empty pill bottle and finding Izumo half-concious due to a wicked concussion following a fight. Izumo had finished his assassination mission, thankfully, but he'd missed his check in.

So he figured Konoha would come looking for one of their best undercover spies, eventually, and in the meantime he plotted escape on his own.

After he sorted out which pills were the sedatives because holy hell had they put him on the strong ones! Break a security guard's nose in a fit of panic over being held down, and suddenly you were "violent and a danger to others." Izumo was of the opinion if they didn't want to get hit they shouldn't pin people down, but nobody was taking his opinion right now.

Except the schizophrenic and the one personality of the lady with DID but they being both civilian and hopelessly muddled on a fine cocktail of anti-psychotics, anti-anxiety, and anti-depression meds, it wasn't exactly achieving anything.