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[Adam Carter]

There were a couple of other people in here with him, but he didn't know anyone, and he wasn't really in the socialising sort of mood. Considering everything, it didn't seem a bad idea that he was in here being anti-social and sitting by himself, playing on one of those DS hand held things. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt with a pure and dazzlingly white waist length jacket over the top. It was slightly open at the collar, exposing his slightly pale chest and giving the slight impression that he was putting a little less bother into his appearance today than usual. He was also wearing a pair of tight fitting black trousers with a studded silver belt around his waist, holding them up around his mildly underweight frame.

The only other thing he was wearing was, was a pair of black combat boots that went up to his ankles. His hair was thick and messy kind of fluffy, not having been styled particularly, but not having been abandoned either. He also had thick black eyeliner around the edges of his eyes, much to the disappointment of his very manly brother, not like he cared. Adam was slouching as he laid back deeply into the sofa, his head laying on the top half of the cushion, his ankles crossed and resting on the corner of a foot rest. Earlier on he had seen someone talking to this thing, talking to the dog on the screen, and he had just assumed they were insane, until they explained that the thing could work with voice commands.

Not wanting to be seen as insane by anyone else, he had chosen to only use the hand thing, instead of uttering vocal commands. There was this stick that came with it, and so he was jabbing at the bottom touch screen, teaching this labrador puppy to sit and lie down. The hand held thing itself was a bright pink colour, which was why he hadn't had to fight any of the other guys for it, they had been embarrassed to go anywhere near it. A couple of the girls had giggled when Adam had taken it off to the sofa, and had ignored everybody by playing it. Rubbing the dogs head, he saw it sort of visually tingle, and so he guessed that it was a good thing.

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[Cara Jaala]

Dr. Cara Jaala was walking down the hall. She was going through all the wings, checking up on people. She'd been told a lot of them where in the entertainment room so headed that way. She knew she looked like a teenager today. Or at least a college student. Not the psychologist that she was. Hell some of the patients who didn't know her had actually treated her as one of them while she was walking. But she was used to it. It was what happened regularly considering what she looked like even if she was 26. Pink, blonde, and black hair. Piercings everywhere. Tattoo's as well but usually hidden. And her clothes. She didn't wear suits or anything dressy. If she did half of her patients wouldn't talk to her. They seemed to identify with her better when she wore her regular clothes like jeans and things.

Today she was wearing a green baby doll top and a pair of dark blue jeans. Thank God her heels gave her a height boost of about 2 inches. Now she was about as tall as most of the people around the place. Cara was short and she hated it. But then again it had it's own uses being that short. But whatever.

She walked into the entertainment room where everyone was. A few girls were giggling at a boy who was having to play with a pink controller. The game seemed to be one of those pet ones. Where you teach it tricks and take care of it and such. Basically boring but the girls usually liked it. She just wondered why the boy did. Maybe he just missed having a pet. Who knew? The college football game for this time was on on another TV and a bunch of boys were watching that. She checked out the score to see who was winning and nodded her head in approval. The score was just as it should be, one of her teams winning. She moved away from the rowdy bunch and decided to go talk to the new kid playing the pet game. It had to be a new kid. Cara knew all the patients in the asylum. So she sat down and watched him play for a while. "Hey. Guess you're missing having a real pet right? Or not." She shrugged, not really bothered by asking someone things like that. That was about half of her job after all.

((Click the bold words for her clothes))

[Adam Carter]

Adam did look surprisingly young, he was 21, which might have been considered old here, but he didn’t really look it, more like 18 or something. He was ever so slightly annoyed at just about everyone, but that was part of his mood swing, he could be completely hyper and overly helpful, but then again, he was feeling very irrtable right now. To be honest, it was funny how he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that he was using a pink ds, considering his clothes style, it didn’t really look out of place. If one of the boys had come over here and taken the mickey out of him, he would have hit them anyway.

As it was though, there was football on the television, and that wasn’t really his thing, it had been his brothers though. He didn’t look up or notice as someone else came into the room, he was too busy trying to decide what to do with the dog. The question came up of taking it to the agility centre, so he moved the stick over the touch pad screen, directing the pooch over a series of jumps and double jumps. The damn thing missed, so he cursed quietly under his breath, so as not to accidentally catch the attention of anyone else walking by. Someone said something next to him, and it wasn’t until he realised what had been said, that he realised it was meant for him.

[/size] “It’s a game.” He replied kind of flatly with a shrug, looking at the screen.

After a second or so, he glanced over to the person who had said it, momentarily staring as he thought on how weird and bright her hair was. His face held no expression for the moment as he considered her entire appearance, though it didn’t occur to him that she was staff. Looking back at the screen, he wondered if someone had another game, since he was already a little bored of this. There was no where to walk, he felt like crap, and anybody that was human, was right now, very annoying. Adam wasn’t generally a violent person really, but he was in the kind of mood today that he could easily be provoked.[/center][/size]

[Cara Jaala]

Cara noticed it took the boy a while to answer her. Which could mean anything. he was deaf, slow, might not have heard her, or just didn't know she was talking to him. It didn't matter. She smiled when he spoke back. That made her feel better. She crossed one of her legs over the other and let her foot swing back and forth slightly. "Yeah it is. Not one of our better ones though. I'm more a Tekkan fan myself. Or Assassin's Creed. But that last one is locked up in my room. Otherwise someone else might steal it or something and then I'd never get around to beating it." She shrugged, with a smile.

"So what's your name?" He obviously didn't know who she was. No one had told him about the crazy staff psychologist who looked like a teenager. She was curious about this new patient. But she really only needed his name to know everything else. Heck he might even be one of hers. If he didn't find out who she was today he would sooner or later. Cara didn't care either way. He was cute, in a rocker kinda way. But he was definately younger than her. And a patient. So off limits to the max.

((Sorry it sucks....>_<))

[Adam Carter]

[[-Pats- n_n ]]

Shifting slightly where he sat, he got a little more comfortable, though he was still slumped and buried into the depth of the sofa. He still thought that she looked odd, but then again, if she was a nut in here, it probably wasn’t that surprising that her hair style was quite different. Most people in here looked wacky, but then again, quite a few of the people in here looked perfectly normal, and they were the worst! If he had a choice, he might not have been playing the dog game, but by the same token, it could be barbie, he didn’t care, he just wanted to play something mildly mind numbing.

He looked up and over again as she asked what his name was, now knowing that she was talking to him, he would answer a hell of a lot quicker. To be honest, he didn’t really want to talk to anyone else, and he wasn’t making that much of an effort to compile a proper sentence, but he didn’t want this stranger going psycho on him. Had he known she was a psychiatrist, he might have been a bit less polite, but then again, that seemed impossible right now.

[/size] ”Adam.”[/size] He wouldn’t offer his last name unless she asked for it, but then again, unless she was really nosy, he would have been a little suspicious as to whether she was a patient or not.[/size]

”Yours?”[/size] Adam asked, his attention on the game still, not daring to use any voice commands, it was too noisy in here anyway. Instead he took the thing on a walk, letting it eat garbage and pulling it past the healthy stuff, not playing it how you were supposed to. Not like he cared, the thing was virtual, and he wasn’t exactly being mean to it, the thing thought it was enjoying itself. Suddenly the thought came to him that he wanted to listen to some music on his ipod, but he might wait till this woman went away, or not.[/size][/center]

[Cara Jaala]

((Fair warning....this one might suck too cuz I have like NO muse right now.>_<))

Cara smiled to herself. He definately hadn't been told about her. Huh. Now this could be interesting. She watched him sick further into the couch and raised an eyebrow. She wondered why he did that. Was it because he was comfortable, because he wanted to disappear self-consciously, or maybe something else? Ah well. She'd ask him later when he found out who she was.

"Adam? Huh. So you really are new here then." it wasn't a question. Just a statement. He wasn't a very talkitive person. That didn't bother her. There were a lot of people in here like that. Frankly, she was used to it and didn't really care about it. Cara just moved around till she was more comfortable with one of her feet under her as she leaned against the arm of the couch. She continued to watch him play the game. It was a mindless one and was actually making her sort of sleepy. Which actually did bother her. If she fell asleep in this place, where patients could find her, she very possibly could end up dead. She wasn't really ready to die yet.

Cara could tell that, even though he'd asked for her name, he wasn't really paying attention to her. But she'd answer anyway just so he might know it in the future. "Cara." She watched him take the virtual dog for a walk, making it eat things bad for it, and her eyebrow raised even higher. If that was a real dog it would probably be dead from all the things happening to it. Which was sort of depressing to her. She loved dogs.

[Adam Carter]

[[Aw]]

He didn’t want to be here, that was honest enough, but he wasn’t exactly trying to disappear, although if he had, he wouldn’t have been complaining either. Adam really didn’t like being watched, not right now, but he probably wouldn’t say anything unless it started to bother him to the point of which he would leave. Hah. Leaving meant that he could go and hide in his room, he couldn’t actually vacate the premises, since his family had put him here against his own, free will.

When she spoke back again, he wasn’t exactly surprised by what she said, but it did annoy the hell out of him, inwardly only of course.

[/size] ”I know! It’s a wonderful place isn’t it?”[/size] He was being very sarcastic, but he sounded convincingly enthusiastic about the place, but that was him, the master of displaying the wrong emotion. During this mood, he wasn’t very talkative, but catch him at another time, and he wouldn’t stop gabbling on about any old crap. Luckily for her, Adam wasn’t the psycho bitch kind of type who would go crazy at a sleepy staff member, he wasn’t interested in attacking people, though he had tried that on his brother once. His brother hadn’t been that happy about it, though it had been long enough go that it wasn’t really a deciding factor in sending him here.

Unlike some of the people, including those in this room, when he was being ‘bad’ to the dog on the screen, it was just a virtual animal, and those actions didn’t carry across to real life. He would have loved to have his own dog, and was quite responsible enough sometimes, but apparently he was too unstable, and other psycho’s in here might try and kill his pets. Getting bored with the current yellow labrador puppy he had on his screen, he took the game to the kennels and took a little while picking what other dog he wanted, and so he settled on a german shepherd. Glancing up briefly, he saw that a sort of mini scuffle was breaking out between to girls on the other side of the room, fighting over who got to play with the dolls. Seeing people like that just made him feel so old sometimes! And he wasn't, but 21 sounded a hell of a lot older than 19 or even 20, it was just the way the world worked he supposed. [/center][/size]

[Cara Jaala]

Cara snorted with laughter at his sarcasm. It would have to be sarcasm. No one thought this place was a wonderful place. Not even the doctors or nurses. Not even her for that matter. This place was horrible but she worked here to help those who needed help. And she liked helping them too. She didn't do her job as a psychiatrist for the money. She did it because she wanted to make a difference, if she could. After a while she was finally able to stop laughing. "I'm sorry. I just found your sarcasm incredibly funny."

She watched him play for a bit longer before she heard what he had. Cara looked over the back of the couch and saw the two younger girls. She knew them. One, a brunette, was bipolar, and the other, a redhead, was a pyro. Cara sighed and stood up to go deal with the problem before things got out of hand. "Girls. What have I told you about fighting about the dolls? There are plenty enough of them for both of you. Right?" She had squatted down till she was level with the 10 and 9 year old girls.

The girls both let go of the doll and bowed their heads to look at the floor because of being caught. They said in unison, "Yes Dr. Cara."

She smiled and patted them on the heads as she stood up again. "Good. Now go find some more dolls that you can share. And no more fighting today, please." Cara watched as the girls ran off together and sighed as she moved back to the couch to sit down. No one had paid any attention to that. Or at least she thought so. Most of the patients knew she didn't like fighting and would stop things usually. So they ignored it for the most part.

[Adam Carter]

He glanced over at her as she started laughing at what he had said, genuinely surprised that she thought what he had said was funny, despite his mildly subconscious effort to be funny. His core opinion was that he wasn’t a danger to himself or others, and that they should just dose him up with anti depressents and let him loose to the world. Nodding almost as if he understood why she had been laughing in the first place, he went back to the shiny screen in front of him, yawning boredly.

When it came to fighting, he tried not to get involved because then he knew he would have even less of a chance of getting out of here, which to be honest, was one of the things that played on his mind most days. Despite that though, he had been caught up in two fights of his own since he had got here, both due to the insults that had been given on his appearance, and he hadn’t been in the mood to take it well. The nurse didn’t seem to have been that impressed either that the new and quiet guy had gotten himself into a fight, and didn’t back down when he was bullied. To be honest, Adam couldn’t care less, either that or he was oblivious enough that nothing ever mattered.

Something snapped him out of the mind numbing game, and he looked up at the woman with freaky hair who had been talking to him, and had then talked to the girls. So she was a doctor in this boring establishment? He tried to remember whether he recognised the name Cara, though he didn’t, so he was just going to have to drop it. Adam sighed quietly to himself before she sat down again, and fiddled with the game, glancing to the clock on it with the correct time on it, thinking that he had some stuff he had to take in a few minutes, if he could be bothered to go and get it.

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[[Soooooo sorry about the long wait! I’ve just been swamped with work. ]]