The Sanitarium

[Vanitypirate]

THE DARKEST ROLEPLAY: SANITARIUM

"The front line of this war is not in the dungeon, but rather, inside the mind."


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Here is where you will post interactions that take place in the sanitarium and its related rooms.

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[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether was situated in the adjacent room, his stout frame perched atop a stool with his ankles comfortably crossed as he enjoyed the small break he’d taken, to eat his ration of bread for the day.

Then, he’d heard the bellow. He dropped his bread.

He had a feeling he was not going to enjoy his break much longer.

“W-warden?” The guardling rose with much urgency, his auburn curls bobbing as he drew his preemptively shortsword from its sheath. He wasted no time or effort in crossing the distance to George’s office, shoving the door open with haste, steeling himself for a jail-break.

As it turns out, this was no jail-break at all: it seemed, to him, to be much more sinister, what with the puddle of vomit on the flagstones, or his superior sat up against a wall.

The order from George was more than enough prompting for him to turn tail.

“Stars above!” Meriwether yelped, backpedaling through the door,

“A-aye, George! Boss!” He gave a shaky salute as he beat a hasty retreat, out through the guild hall. In his boots with their shiny, new buckles, he ran at a beeline for the sanitarium, a white-knuckled grip on his sword.

/Cross/

There was ‘aught to do, as he fidgeted over a pristine, leather-bound packet of notes. A ‘G’ rightfully embossed upon its surface; he held it loosely in his hands, a thong holding it fast and tight about his wrist. As always, he was stooped over his cane; clutching the raven’s skull with some frightful intensity, as he seemed to sway into the lobby of the Sanitarium like a leshen of myth. His cloak was cut at his braced ankles, though the rat’s tails tied inside slid like so many whispering feet, along the cobblestones of the dark hospis.

It was about the time he was getting uncomfortable glances from the desk-clerk that a man seemed to readily burst into the lobby of the Sanitarium, his head bobbing up and down, before leaning forward like his corvine visage was like to do. With a few eager and shaky steps; he meandered over to the youth. Spying the familiar colors of the Estate Guard, he clucked his tongue in curiosity as he gave a little excited shudder that all but emphasized the countless swaying rats hidden inside.

“Mmmm; you do not seem… wounded, esteemed Guard. What is the issue? A cobbler struck his thumb, carpenter perhaps? Training gone wrong?” He asked in a whispery tone, chuckling lightly as he approached, he brought his hands to clasp firmly about the cane’s head as he stood ‘aught but a few meters away from the man. Using the combined support of his arms to stand at his full, stalking height; his mask twitched to one side as he looked up and past Meriwether.
“Mmmperplexing…” He grumbled, seemingly frustrated that he couldn’t guess just what the man needed.

Another day in service to the townsfolk, another day spent in penance for her sins. Maria was one of her rare breaks, watching the people passing by, sighing. Getting used to her life as nothing more than a healer and a nurse was hard; mixing up holy miracles and scientific remedies earned her nothing more than contempt from her colleagues in the Sanitarium. She stood out among them; instead of wearing the clothing of a nurse or a doctor, she was still clad in the white and crimson robes of her order, the flower of lys sitting proudly onto her dirty robes. Under all of this religious clothing, however, her sharp needles, syringes and vials were still very much present, reminding her with each step that she was not a nurse, and would never be on. She was a young woman robbed of her childhood by the convent, destined to serve a greater purpose – and yet, she had failed to save Baignard.
Closing her eyes, she brought the cup of tea to her lips, the hot liquid’s taste comforting her ever-so-slightly; as long as she could feel, she would be alright. This mantra, she repeated every morning, hoping to remain whole through this journey into the darkest of places.

Shaking her head lightly, she took one last sip, before setting the cup down next to her, frowning as she saw a visibly distressed guard entering the morbid building. Having nothing better to do, she stood up and went to walk toward him – only to have Doctor Cross of all people reach the young man first. She pinched her nose in distaste at the sight of the man she did her best to avoid. The sight of him was appalling, and she was having a hard time reminding herself she was supposed to respect him as her elder. Eager to free the poor man of the conversation with the doctor, she walked toward the both of them, putting her hood back in place as she did, her short, white hair much more immaculate than her clothes, who were stained with dried blood and marked by the passage of time.
“Hello”, she said with a small, polite small. “What is it you need, sir?”

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Meriwether stood, dumbstruck as the towering doctor, with his bone-white mask set atop a shadowy, leaning tower, approached him. The sight alone was nearly enough to drive Meriwether to flee, but as he came nearer, clicking that equally frightening cane along with him, he caught wind of the stench, too.

Meriwether never remembered signing up for this.

He opened his mouth to respond, and he explained eloquently as,

"Hhhu--"

He backpedaled some, staring upwards at the doctor with wide, terrified eyes.

Though, the doctor did not seem to be one of those monsters he'd seen around the Hamlet, nor did he appear to have attempt to harm, but the nurse who approached was a welcome sight.

"We need-- boys!" Meriwether blurted, eyes flitting frantically between Doctor Cross and Maria.

"Th-there's mmmm...-- a sick prisoner-- he's got a growth right over his heart, here." He stumbled through his words, tapping a knuckle over his chest.

[Bloodtrailkiller]

/Cross/

"Are you sure this prisoner is a boy himself..?" Cross chuckled, tapping his cane, he looked to Maria then Meriwether, then back to Maria, before finally resting on Meriwether; realizing his jape most likely went over their heads, he cleared his throat; shoulder shuddering like a raven in a breeze.

"... Right: go on then, take us to him..." Cross stepped forward with some eagerness, humming and grinning widely behind his emotionless mask. His cane rose and jabbed at the ankle of Meriwether, before looking back to Maria with a glance over his shoulder that sent him swaying like a withering oak in a little breeze.

"...Hm, exciting..?" The Doctor asked his peer with a little glib hum again, as he took a few presumptive steps to the exit; pausing, before looking back to Meriwether, eyeing the pimply youth head to toe: leaning in markably towards one of his larger trophies of adolescence.
"... He didn't touch you, did he..? This... Prisoner?" He inquired, tapping his cane anxiously thrice against the cobblestones before humming again...

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[Shinzon]

Maria stayed close to the young guard, giving him a reassuring smile as she went to follow him. "It's alright. We're going to take care of that problem of yours, alright? Breathe, sir."
With that, she threw a glance back at Cross, only for her gaze to meet the doctor's. The warmth and kindness behind her eyes present moments ago all but vanished, the woman of faith and science giving him a cold stare, her hand tapping against her leg slightly.
"I guess you could consider this opportunity that way, yes."

Looking back toward the guard as they walked toward the guild hall, she innocently adjusted her sleeves, which was in fact meant to make sure that her equipment was ready. After all, if the patient was a prisoner, he could be dangerous; and despite her deep moral conflict, Maria still had a very definitive idea of justice, one that put her at odds with most people and restricted her to the company of Witch Hunters and Inquisitors.
"Breathe", she repeated to Meriwether. "Explain to us what is the problem."

[Vanitypirate]

Meriwether's face fell, and he looked to the giant doctor incredulously,

"'Course he's a boy!--Man!" He was almost distraught in his rebuttal, leading the helm as they made the outside of the sanitarium, down the steps.

"We wouldn't keep a poor, expect'nt lady in like that if she were in poor 'ealth." He huffed shakily, running a stubby hand over his auburn waves, trotting down the sanitarium steps.

"It's right fright'ning, miss a-and... ser..." He trotted onwards, eyes dead-set forward so as to not gaze too hard at the good doctor, lest he lose himself to fear again,

"He didn't touch me, not nothing; I saw my boss lose'is breakfast. I-I don't blame him. He told me to rally some boys at the... sanitarium." He was almost breathless as they neared the sanitarium.

"What's in there-- it's not right. It's against nature."

[Onwards to the Guild Hall!]

[black379]

Courcy slipped by the crowd, averting her eyes so that she might pass uninterrupted. Her weapon was surrendered at the foyer and she shrugged off a pesky orderly, starting down the hallway. Her steps hastened, carrying her to the room Fenrik had been restrained and treated in. She wasted no time, she knew that Blood and Tilly would disapprove, but they didn't have to know.
She was comfortable with the hunter, more than she had been with anyone since she lost her closest friend. She knew much of the same discrimination, to be outcast, treated as an animal. He sated her physically too, and she longed for that bond.

Stepping into the empty room, the redhead felt lost. Sapphires fixated on the poorly cleaned stains of blood which splotched the bed sheet. Equipment and trays had been misplaced, the bed's restraints pulled free. Courcy's breath caught in her throat. Staggering to where Fenrik had been laid, she grasped at the vacant sheet's pinkish blots.

[relentless]

With Ronin incapictated brutally, Libourg didn't waste any time on getting out. He grabbed his things with a shaky hand whilst his awful arm hung loosely by his side, drenched in his own blood. He whined every time his injured arm swung and hissed every time it connected against something. The doctors quickly opened the door, a smile on their face greeted Libourg but it was soon replaced with horror as they saw Ronin left on the ground with a stabbed shoulder. They ushered inside, whilst Libourg stumbled out.

The pain was... Unbearable, to say the least. It made him sweat, and even thoughts wasn't that bad, it still made Libourg feel at risk of dying.

But he couldn't come here. Not now. Not when Celeste had been so traumatised by Rodericks passing. He had to find someone, something to get rid of this wound before she found out...

"Flor-florence."
Libourg nodded to himself as he shakily but hastily held his arm, fresh blood leaking out as his heart rate began to increase due to anxiety, and adrenaline. He pushed through a crowd, manners seemed pointless at this time, and his sword, covered in Roninsnfresh blood leaked on the floor, leaving a trail for anyone to follow.

He slowly pulled open the entrance door with his working hand, and walked out frantically, pale faced and in shock.

[Outisakanobody]

"Libourg!" Celeste says with a gasp, catching sigh of her paramour as he tries to stumble his way out of the building. She clearly sees the blood he's leaking, and rushes to him. Getting in front of him, she places her delicate hands on his chest and looks up into his eyes. "What on earth happened to you?" she asks, voice full of concern.

[righteouscrusader]

Ronin saw many things before blacking out; the slash of a sword and blood gushing out of his own body. He dropped his sword and felt the cut with his hands. He looked at his now bloodied hands as he stumbled on to the stone ground, doctors rushing in. His vision cleared for a split second and saw that it was indeed a brother of the Light. "Oh cruel Light, what have I done?" Ronin gasped as the doctors surrounded him. "It was a trick....Brother against brother.....Bastard cultists...." He passes out as the doctors frantically try to stop the bleeding, blood seeping into the cold stone.

[relentless]

Libourg jumped as she blitzed in front of him and pushed against his silk chest, jumping a little which caused his wound to hit against the doorframe, which made him Yelp painfully.
"It's f-fine! Ti-this only a scratch... riiiight?"
Libourg winced at his awful lie, cringing his face a little as he made the lie. Though it was short lived, as his arm stung again and he was forced to hold his injured arm out of instinct. He was still bleeding, the cut itself extended across his forearm. Though it hadn't cut any arteries. It was still moderately bad however, and the chance of infection was always at risk.

"It's.. well... Long story really? Maybe? Ohh I don't know! It's ju- FFFffffFfF-!!"
Libourg closed his eyes and stumbled back as the adrenaline began to decrease, making the pain more pronounced. He bent his back, gripping his arm tight as he breathed sharply.

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[Outisakanobody]

"Oh come on you dolt." Celeste says as she shoves Lib into an empty room. "Sit." she orders as she starts gathering tools and supplies from the cabinets in the room.

[relentless]

"Easier said than done! Ow ow owwwww, it hurts AH!"
Libourg hissed as if he were stepping on hot coals as he scrambled into the room, taking a seat on the operating table. Thankfully, this wasn't the same table they had... done things on, though he still felt marginally awkward, especially considering what has happened as of recent.

"You sure you kn-OW-ow what you're doing? It-it's pretty ba- AA YAHOW!"
Libourg hissed yet again, with more vigour time. He clenched his fist hard as a constant stinging pain began to overtake his body, the tension of his fist caused his heart rate to increase and causing blood to spill out even more, though it wasn't enough blood loss to kill him.

[Outisakanobody]

"Don't insult me." Celeste says as she wheels a cart over. She quickly cuts off Lib's sleeve and begins cleaning the wound so she can get a better look at the wound.

[relentless]

"It was-owhurtshurts-it wasn't an insult it was a -ow-uestion."
Libourg says as he braces his arm,looking off into the distance and taking in a deep breath.

"B-but yeeeeah.. almost died.. Just a little... In that cell that was locked."
Libourg confessed awkwardly as he winced at his arm, biting the wall of his cheek to distract him from the pain.

[Outisakanobody]

"You really need to ask if I know how to fix a little cut? I'll chalk it up to blood loss. Now don't squirm around." Celeste says as she pours some alcohol on the wound. Thiswould hurt. A lot.