One More Hour [Open]

[Itou Kyosuke]

Emerald eyes, black hair, and slightly tan. Those were the words that could describe the young male nurse of twenty three sitting in the main office. His hair was done neatly, even if it looked somewhat a tad messy; clothes ironed with no wrinkle in sight. Reflections of light bounced off of his corneas as he typed information on new patients that had just arrived or were going to arriving very soon. Who is this hard-working male? It is none other than Itou Kyosuke, and that is written with the last name first. However, if one does not know him, they think he is nice. But as time goes on, people can see what he truly is. A fucking bastard.

As he typed the information at lightning speed, Kyosuke was getting irritated at all the information that he had to still put in. God damnit, it was already hitting 11 o'clock and he started at a good old time of 6 in the morning. Life is no fricking fair. Each key he pressed was lighter than the one before. This speed was probably due to the irritation, but what did anyone else care? Kyosuke knew that no one gave a shit about what he was doing. Glancing up at the clock yet again, he studied the little hand and its place. As the hand strived to reach the twelve, it was barely off the eleven.

Only one more hour of this computer hell. Not that watching patients is much better.

Watching the patients coming through the opening in the wall, each one had a clique they belonged to as far as Kyosuke's stereotyping went. Most of them he considered emos or pimping master that were sent her by the family or the state. The manic depression people were considered the weirdos; the smart ones with huge glasses, those were the nerds. The buff masters were the steroid users and the ones with barely any clothes on were the sluts of the asylum. Though they probably went in that group of people, what the hell did Kyosuke care. They were the fucked up ones.

Just one more hour of this hell, and then for more hell to begin with the patients.

Laughing in his mind, Kyosuke knew that eventually this place would drive him nuts, and the same would probably happen to every other nurse and doctor in here. Glaring at the computer again, he looked into the words that he had typed. A new man with Panic Disorder had just arrived, but the man was well in his sixties. Raising his eyebrow, Kyosuke looked at the screen, dumbfounded.

Things get weirder and weirder everyday.

[Cara Jaala]

At times Cara hated her job. Having to stay late and typing up papers till early in the morning got tiring. At least she didn't lose any sleep from it. Cara was an insomniac. She never slept longer than a few hours. So this was nothing new for her. She looked up at the clock in front of her and noticed it was about midnight and sighed. Her head was pounding from staring at the computer screen for the last 4 hours. She was having to type up reports on the various people she talked to.

A hour might not seem that long to learn things about someone. But to her.... she would always learn something new. and sometimes she'd learn things she didn't really want to know or repeat but had to. Being the main psychiatrist in the asylum meant she talked to everyone. All the younger patients held her attention the most. She'd had a neglected childhood and knew that impacted the way she lived now. Cara knew about half of her patients had delt with way worse and she didn't want them to feel that pain anymore.

She liked helping people. And as far as she could tell people liked talking to her. Then again that was what she was paid to do. She sighed again and closed her eyes for a second, and leaned back in her chair. Her hands came up and rubbed her temples to try and ease the pain. By no means was she the only one working this late. One of the nurses was at a computer across the room from her. Cara thought his name was Itou.

He was pretty young to be a nurse. 23 she belived. But he as good at what he did. No complaints about him so far. She opened her eyes and stared down at the Vaio screen and wished she had something to eat. She'd been unable to grab some food for dinner because she'd been busy. Now her stomach disagreed with that and rumbled in anger. She rolled her eyes and stood up. She stretched her back out before locking the computer so no one could look at the classified information. Cara turned her head toward the other nurse and said, being polite, "I'm going to go get a snack. Do you want a drink or something too?"

[Itou Kyosuke]

Feeling no sleepiness hit him yet, Kyosuke continued to type faster and faster with no error so he could go home for the night, but that was something that would probably not happen. He'd probably have to crash here for the night since he had to drive an hour away to just get here. Feeling his eyes become more cross as he looked at the computer screen, he blinked his eyes and stared away for the moment.

Just as he was about to continue typing into this stupid thing people called a computer, Kyosuke heard someone enter the main office. In his mind, he was hoping that it wasn't a rogue patient that was trying to get something for the office and say 'Look at me! I got something from behind the nurse's back while he was tired.' That would make him pissed and he would slap the living hell out of them.

Glancing to see how had just entered his little midnight domain, Kyosuke stared at the doctor that had just entered the room. Dr. Cara Jaala. She was different then most in her profession. Her hair was pink, and she had piercings and tattoos. Stranger than that, she was one of the few doctors that could be ready to go with a few hours of sleep.

Listening to her question, Kyosuke condisered getting something to eat, but he really did not want to have anything to interrupt his work that he was so close to finishing yet so far. With a monotonous voice, he replied to his superior. " I'd rather not. I really need to finish this, and then, I have to watch the patients, which will another living hell." There was slight humor in his dull voice, but he knew no one would recognize it.

[Cara Jaala]

Cara new she didn't look like a normal doctor. Her tri-colored hair, mostly pink, her tattoos, her piercings. It was all rather....unusual for someone her age or even a doctor. That was why she didn't. Cara didn't like being grouped into stereotypes and hated them. Not everyone is exactly the same. Somewhere, deep down, they all had slight variances. That was how they were created. The chemicals in their brains are what creates personality. That is proved-to a lesser degree than scientifically- by looking at little children. They already have a personality without impact from society.

And evolution is what created the need for differences in the human race. It had to be done. Whether for the fact that inbreeding would be stopped at a small rate, or in hopes of a superior human who would protect all the others. Every single part of evolution has been done for the survival of the race and the continuance of it. If you got right down to it, it basically meant humans are born to live and to have sex. And this wasn't just her thoughts either. It's actually been proven before by looking at evolution.

As Cara stood there, waiting for his answer, she looked up at the clock. She still wasn't sleepy but knew she wouldn't be for a while. She didn't get tired until 1 and even then didn't go to sleep till 2 or 3. Then she would always wake up around 5. It still surprised some of her co-workers how she could work the hours she did. But oh well. At least her insomnia gave her time to work and understand her patients better.

When he finally answered his voice was in monotone and she raised an eyebrow. For some reason he talked to almost everyone like that. But she didn't care. He probably had his own reasons and they were of no concern of hers. She smiled at his answer. She could understand it. Most people probably wouldn't like working in the Asylum. She didn't mind it, but most of the people who worked with her got tired of it at times.

"As you wish. But I'll bring you something back anyway. You shouldn't work with them with an empty stomach." She gave him another smile before leaving the room to go to the kitchens. Once there she grabbed a couple slices of pizza and heated them up. The kitchen was slightly cool so she tucked her hands into the pockets of her jeans, having slid down the sleeves of her black long sleeved shirt. When the slices were heated up she grabbed the plate, and two bottles of water, then headed back to the offices.

She held out a bottle toward him along with a couple slices of pizza on it's own plate. "Here. Eat it if you want to. Don't if you don't." Cara shrugged and moved back to her own computer to complete her work after she ate. She was a bit of a neat freak and didn't want to get pizza on anything.

[Itou Kyosuke]

Scanning over the screen once again, his eyes darted around the place looking to catch any meaningless errors that others would just ignore and let them be. If they wanted to be sloppy in their work, they should be working at a fast food joint for all Kyosuke cared. There they could type shit on the computer and no one would care. Proficiency was a must in an asylum database, but unlike most of the workers, Kyosuke realized this and they did not or did their even give a crap about what was happening here.

Typing in a few more things on patients that would be coming and signing in tomorrow, Kyosuke glanced to see Doctor Cara just talking about getting him so food even though he did not want any of it. Women will be women as the old saying said. Smirking, he disregarded that facts of what the doctor said and continued to do his work with efficiency.

Sighing, he knew that this place was something that he would probably end up living in if he was annoyed more than he was already. Caring for a mental unstable can really take its toll and make a normal-minded person the insane one. For once, Kyosuke knew the only thing that was forcing him to stay here was his salary. Maybe it wasn't the greatest, but at least it got him food on the table every night.

Listening to the air, Kyosuke heard faint footsteps from the outside of the main office. Either it was more staff or the people from the North Wing stretching out their legs with a nice nighttime walk. If they hurt themselves now...well...it wasn't his problem until the next hour when he clanged shifts. The doctor was not back yet and it was a tad strange since he was expecting her to be back fairly quickly.

After about ten minutes of typing in more information on whack jobs, he heard the door unlock yet again, and he knew that it was probably Doctor Cara coming in. Though he really did not want the pizza at this time and wanted to the work to be finished, the pizza was inviting him to eat. Twitching his eye, Kyosuke decided it was for the best to eat it and take a break.

"Damn you for bringing the pizza." He paused for a moment, giving a sigh of relief. " I having hardly anything to eat has made me really hungry."