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bakerstreet2012-08-06 12:41 pm
waitingforsin) wrote in bakerstreet2012-08-06 12:41 pm
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Asylum Meme
"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!
Want to do a time skip?
After all, if he was forcing his way out of the room...well, he wasn't going to be picking the lock now, was he? At the very least, he wouldn't be walking down the hallway dragging his claws along the wall. Even if it had been a bit fun doing that to the lockers at school.
Sure! time skip to distraction, then we might need to do one for breakout if you are up for it
Seeing an orderly start walking over, he knocked his hand into Isaac's arm, lowering his voice, speaking quickly. "I'll get you the fizzy tabs in a few minutes."
He gave another smirk and stood up, shuffling over to a corner to chat with some person who was currently trying to eat their playing cards.
"Oh hey Mr. Jackson--oh yes, I do know that Queens taste better than Kings, though I've always preferred Jacks myself...."
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Orderly shift was in thirty seconds. Stiles chewed on his thumb, decidedly keeping his eyes off Isaac, just in case anyone was watching him. Besides, he needed to watch the one orderly who was going to have the keys--a big guy who could probably pound Stiles into the floor. But hey, that wasn't anything new.
All he had to do was pull them off their little clip, and they were set. As long as Isaac didn't fuck this up.
Which he wouldn't.
He hoped.
I'm up for it
He just hoped that there wasn't something with this that he hadn't thought out. For now, however, he counted down the seconds until the shift change. And then, when the time was right, he popped an Alka-Seltzer into his mouth. And then the convulsions began.
He knew generally what they were supposed to look like. He'd seen Erica go into them before she'd been bitten a few times, and he simply hoped that what he was doing now was a realistic mimicry of them. Soon he was on his side, seeming to be spasming out of control.
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"Oh woah this is just too much--here let me help!" Trying to do his best with his one good arm, Stiles hurried over, making to help, but instead just managing to get in the way of the key-bearing orderly, kind of flailing on him as he tried to keep his feet underneath him. "Oh sorry--I just--oops!"
He slipped and fell, grabbing onto the man's belt to try to keep himself upright (and unclip the keys, pushing them into his cast--which hurt but hey, worked). Finally being shoved off, he hit the ground near Isaac with a cry.
Nudging the flailing boy, he gave a quick wink, before moving backwards and away.
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As they walked down the hall, he slowed to a stop and he feigned confusion.
"What--what was that? Is there something wrong with me?"
They hushed him and kept going. They'd probably do some scans, try to figure out why that happened in the first place, and they'd find nothing.
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Hours later, he was in the hospital bed alone. They ran a bunch of tests, but not finding any cause for his convulsions had decided to let him rest for the night. They'd do more in the morning, they said. He really had to get out of there.
Of course, the hard part was getting out of there. There was one lone man watching the people there in case of continued issues, and he'd likely page a doctor or security if something went wrong. Which meant Isaac had to get him out of the way without hurting him too severely without him paging anyone.
"Hey!" he called out to the guy, grabbing his attention. "Can I have a glass of water?"
The man nodded, getting up and filling a paper cup with water before bringing it over to Isaac. Taking a drink, Isaac said, "Thanks."
And then, when he turned around and was walking away, Isaac jumped up, hitting the man in the back of the head with his enhanced werewolf strength, knocking him out. From there, he dragged him away from his bed, leaving him at the foot of someone else's bed, and he hoped the man would be too shaken up from the incident when he woke up to remember where he'd been standing or who had to have hit him.
Then Isaac creeped out of the wing, making his way to Stiles's room. Once he reached it, he realized he had to actually figure out how to get through it, settling on slamming against the door until it opened. At some point he wolfed out, needing the extra strength to actually do this, and he burst through the door, stumbling a bit once it gave way before gaining his footing.
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Jumping to his feet, he grinned...then realized Isaac was wolfed out. "Woah woah--can't go back out there. You need to calm down." Reaching out, he squeezed the werewolf's shoulder, before peaking his head out, looking both ways.
"No one followed you, right?"
He was going to have to rely on Isaac's ears to keep a look out for them.
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It wasn't actually that he minded Stiles putting his hand on his shoulder, but more that he was worried that if Stiles tried to calm him down like that some time when he had less control than he did at the moment, he'd be in too close proximity to move away should Isaac lash out.
When Stiles peeked out and asked, Isaac shook his head, focusing his thoughts on happy memories with his father from childhood. His father's approval, which was once far easier to win. And with that, he shifted back to human.
"No, no one followed me. I had to knock someone out, though."
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Stiles let out a breath, shaking his head. "Well as long as you didn't kill the guy, I don't think we should care about that."
Because getting out of here, was way more important. Easing out of the room, he started to move down the hall slowly, the keys gripped in his hand tightly. Being quiet had never been his strong point--but this was probably one of the most important 'must stay quiet' times of his life.
Whispering low, so that only a werewolf could pick up the words, he spoke. "If you hear anyone coming, tell me. Or anything strange."
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And he definitely was alive when Isaac left him. Following along quietly after Stiles, impressed by the lack of unnecessary chatter, he nodded when Stiles said to let him know if he heard anyone or anything. Of course, he'd have done that, anyway.