Cold eyes scanned the room as men in white led her through the front doors. One was green, the other blue. Her white hair was draped down well to her mid-back at the time, in a slight disarray from not taking overly good care of it. They had forced her to wear a white jump suit on the way over, to avoid her hiding anything sharp or flammable on the way. Of course, they would never know...

The white shoes they forced her to wear had hard soles, clicking across the tiled entrance. The men carrying her luggage quickly entered the eerie building, one running up to meet with the workers there. They explained the situation, then left the luggage. Assured she was now under a careful watch and good hands, they un-cuffed her from the odd looking hand trap she'd been in for both her, and their own safety. She'd bit one of the guards already, and threatened worse. They quickly retreated out the doors and back to the van as soon as the cuffs were off, tires squealing as they left the drive.

The girl looked down at her petite wrists, slight red marks on them. She rubbed her hands on them momentarily, then looked forward and slowly walked up to her luggage. She'd been told she was uncontrollable, that her parents couldn't handle it anymore. She could really care less, lifting up a small shoulder sling bag and draping it across her chest to her left shoulder. All of the luggage was marked with her name, so there was no real doubt to it. Haydee Romula Vega; Medical Alert was written on every one of them.

She of course laughed at this. She wouldn't respond to that name, as she dubbed herself Rift. It didn't matter though, she knew she was in a mental institute. Even so, she was surprised at the lack of immediate attention. Normally there would be guards and therapists on her by now. Didn't matter, she just needed her room number and a temporary guide to show her to it. She simply hoped she wouldn't have to share a room, with her many sleeping disorders.

A voice rang through Dek's mind. God dammit, why can't Figs show the new girl to her room, he thougth as he remembered being told that was his only chores today, then he could lasily float about as he felt. Not that Dek hadn't already did so. Grabbing two apples and a room key, he took a large bite out of the larger apple. But the time he reached the door, he was in utter loss of words. Merely letting out a sigh, then he growled. "C'mon, I'll show you to your room, Haydee.", he said, offing her the apple stabbed with the key.

Dek noticed that he loomed over the girl. Just another, who doesn't know, he thought, thinking about getting some fun out of her. His ears picked up just about anything. The freshly cuts carrots made him want to hurl. He'd been forced to eat them, finally being disgusted with them. "So, you just go up the stairs, and to the right is your side, don't go through the left door, only boys and nurses go through, you see there really don't want...err, well.", he said before sighing.

"Well, you now know how to find a room, so go find it.", he said rudely as he vanished up the stairs. He found himself in the bathroom, sighing.


Pulling out a file, he grinned from ear to ear, reading up on the mansion's newest guest. The good thing about being a werewolf, sneaking came naturally, and it was hard to sneak up on him. He growled as he flushed the file. It was merely a copy, so no one would notice.

After expecting his new "housemate" to be comforted, Dek, forgetting his shirt after a quick shower, wandered out back. He knew the code for the door. Yeah, sure, compliment the werewolf, that'll never happen, Dek thought as he started shooting hoops.

Rift took the apple, grinning mildly at the key placed through its heart as Dek wandered off, her remaining silent. She tilted her larger bag up, unhooking a handle before rolling it along behind her in the general direction the boy mentioned. She paused at the doors, glancing with passing curiosity about the door she wasn't allowed in. Shrugging and deciding it was currently unimportant, she continued through the right door to find her room. {108} was engraved into the leather keyring, so she assumed that was her room number.

She took a bite out of the impaled apple, continuing down the hall quite a way. Eventually she found her room, pushing the key in and turning it to open the door, backing in and pulling the luggage behind her. It was simple inside, the basic necessities met. She shrugged, tossing the bag onto her claimed bed and unzipping it, revealing the clothes she'd been allowed to bring.

It being hot out that day, she decided on a pair of shorts and a simple black tank top. Nothing big, but she changed her shoes to a comfortable pair of black tennis shoes as well. She set the sterile looking 'hospital' clothes to the side, folding them and setting them on the nightstand. She pulled back a large portion of her hair into a ponytail, allowing the 'bangs' to hang free, framing her face yet.

It was true she was unsure of what this place truly was, and it was also true she was overly surprised they gave her a key. "So," she said, munching another bite of apple, "Seems I'm allowed to wander then," she muttered, removing the key from the apple and sticking it in her pocket. "Nice edge on that key," she stated aloud to herself, then headed out the door, tossing the core into a basket.

Rift wandered through the main hall, brushing her fingers lightly against the walls as she incessantly hummed to herself. It was one of her tics, see, she didn't really do it on purpose. Either way, she went through that way, and found herself to double glass doors, a courtyard out back, the boy from earlier out there. She glanced around, and not seeing any staff, pushed on the door to see if it was opened still.

Dek's ears twitched. He literately stopped, sniffing out the new one. It irrated him, looking down and realizing he had no shirt. "Fuck.", was all he uttered to himself as he grabbed the ball. He did feel hers eyes on him, although from the angle of the door, she wouldn't see much of his body. However the door opening made him sweat. He turned his head to see the door open. He dropped the ball and ran to the door. Quickly.

"Don't, get back in!", he said, pushing her back, and closing the door, reseting the alarm. "Never do what I do, the nurses would like it if you asked them to disable the alarm.", he said quickly before Mrs. Figgs entered. She shot Derek a look. A look of frustration. "Now Derek, I know your used to being the only one here, but don't start harrasing Haydee.", she said before she scurried off.

Derek sat down in a chair. He motioned Haydee to join him. "Look, abou--", he said before Gwen entered. "Hi Haydee, I'm Gwen, me and mrs. Figgs are well, your caretakers, Mr. Jones is the teacher, and Madame Bandy is the therapist.", she said, waving to Derek.

"I guess you've met Derek, he's here because he--", Gwen started saying before Derek growled at her. "I'll let him tell you, if you need anything, just come find me.", Gwen said before taking off.

Derek kept his eyes on Gwen before she was gone. He remained shirtless in the chair, munching on yet another apple.

Rift had a rather blank stare as she stumbled back, being pushed through the door as Dek closed it. She looked mildly curious about him, such panic in his voice as he began to ramble. She shut him out, eyes wandering past him as a woman walked up to them. She watched as she scurried off, then glanced quickly back to Dek, motioning for her to now enter the courtyard.

Upon entering, the other woman approached. She stared at her blankly, mind obviously wandering elsewhere as the woman spoke and explained to her. Therapists, not really Rift's thing. She glanced back at Derek as he growled, a smirk playing at her lips. She already felt the urge to find some leather strips and fashion a collar for the odd boy.

As the woman walked off, Rift watched until she was well away. She then turned back again hearing the crunch of the apple. She placed her index finger on her lip, tapping it a couple of times before nodding. "A sucker sounds nice."

"Hmm, so you talk?", he joked with her. He did feel a sense of...well, something, around her. "We don't really get happy, they encourage 30 minutes of physical activity and healthy foods.", Derek pointed out. "I'm sure you've realised my name is Derek.", he growled out. As he finished this apple, reduced to a core, he grabbed a second one, and began to eat it. "You look like you had something in mind a few seconds ago.", he pointed out.

Whether it was late in the night, or still evening, Derek could still feel the fever pitch rise slowly. Fuck, I can't fight it tonight, I'm in a hurry if I feel like this, he thought, hearing more footsteps. "Hey, Mrs. Figgs.", Derek said, as she dropped him off a bottle of tylenol, and giving Haydee a different bag. "I'll give you one of all your pills, and your to have them with water or food.", she said strictly as Derek snuck off.

He dropped the Tylenol in his room, the other half empty. He ran downstairs with a t-shirt on, seaking into the cupboards. He grabbed a sucker for Haydee. He dropped it in his pocket and slumpped on the couch, unaware of where she was as he started reading a book.

"The sucker," Rift lied with an innocent smile on her lips. She was a surprisingly convincing liar, the only real way to tell was to read her mind as all physical attributes remained as though she were telling the truth. She noticed his eyes dart, a drop of sweat on his brow. Couldn't have been so hot out, no...perhaps he was ill.

She looked up as the first woman returned, handing Rift a bag. Meds. Good luck with that, she told herself, smiling and nodding to the woman. She would play nice for the time being. Her expression changed slightly, turning her head to see Derek sneaking off. Indeed, an odd one. It would be fun to collar him.

"Of course," she said to Mrs Figgs, rolling up the bag and heading back through the doors. She glanced around the hall, heading back toward the dormitories. She pulled the key back from her pocket, wiping the remaining apple juice from it and once more opening her room. She shut the door behind her, sitting on the bed.

First thing was first. Check for cameras. She discretely wandered about her room, pretending to be checking out her new surroundings as she checked for any obvious surveillance cams or nanny cams. Probably should have done that before changing, but it wasn't high on her priority list then. Deciding it was safe enough, she sat down, pouring the multitude of colorful pills out on the counter.

She began humming, pulling her key out as she began to chop each pill into a fine powder with uncanny precision. She continued to do so for each pill, humming all the while as she lightly chewed on her tongue. Part of the reason she wanted the sucker, really. Her habit of biting was less so when she had them. Once each pill was completely refined, she brushed it onto the floor and proceeded to rub it into the carpet thoroughly. She hated medicine.

Once done, she wiped her hands on her jean shorts, and exited her room again. She was now curious where the strange boy had gone to. He was her newest fascination, and so she went on a hunt for him. She checked back in the courtyard, pressing her hands against the glass and looking side to side before turning back. She headed through the halls, then backtracked to a room with a familiar sitting on the couch. She hadn't been there yet, but her fascination was.

She approached him, oddly silent but obviously not quiet enough for his keen hearing. She stood over his shoulder momentarily, glancing down to see what he was reading. She leaned forward just a bit, hands folded neatly behind her back.

Derek's ears twitched. She's crushing the medication.., he thought, knowing that she'd never get out at this rate. Deep in his book he forgot the sucker was in his pocket. By the time any footsteps came, Derek closed the book, setting it on the wooden coffee table. He looked up with his green eyes, persperation raining down his forehead.

He stood up, and turned around. "Hey, meet me in my room, I'm not allowed a key, but just tell Gwen or Mrs. Figgs, I'm helping you with schollwork or something.", he said with a cocky grin on his face as he went upstairs. But then realised both were out, no smell of food. "Nevermind.", he said, handing her the sucker. He then took his shirt off again, mumbling something about a fever, before falling back onto the couch.

"I can see it in your eyes. You know," she stated, moving her right hand to her chin, tapping it lightly. "Did some of it get on me maybe..." she said, taking a step back and looking at her shorts. No, but he knew. Maybe she wasn't hiding it as well as she thought...

She glanced up, listening intently as he spoke, the hand behind her back finding the pocket and sticking her thumb into it. Why his room? she wondered momentarily, rubbing the fabric between her thumb and forefinger and rocking a bit on her heels. Not allowed a key...that's odd, she thought since he'd obviously been there longer than she had.

She took the sucker, lightly unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth as he began to complain. A fever, huh? So, he was sick...but with what? "You alright then?" she asked with mild interest, walking over to the front of the couch and leaning over him. She grabbed hold of the sucker, pulling it from her mouth with a lightly audible pop.

See what in my eyes, Derek thought as he took deep breathes. "I don't know what you see.", he snarled out, before muttering an apoligy. He was unhappy that she was taking interest into him, but nonetheless would indulge her.

As much as he wanted to, him laying without his shirt on could mean touble even if Gwen came in. He muttered again. This time something along the lines of "probably just the nurses messing with the heat". He grabbed his shirt and put it on, just in the nick of time. Growling, Derek noticed a small amount of boys and girls enter, the smell of pizza, pop, and sweat over them.

"Uh, I'm okay, but--", he got caught offguard, smacked in the head with a shoe. A blonde boy, probably around 6"5' had throwen a shoe at derek, who, unfazed, could feel blood drip from his nose. Growling, the boy didn't back off. Derek however, retreated to the shared bathroom to clean up, where a brown hair boy approched Haydee. "Hey, I'm Nick, I see you meant Derek, I bunk with him and he ain't so bad, quiet, but goodhearted.", he said. The boy was rather small, although he flashed her his ID, showing him to be 18.


However even he back off from making any move on Haydee when Derek returned, mumbling as his nose was quite done.

Rift tilted her head at Derek, he seemed a bit angry. Perhaps he misunderstood her, not an uncommon occurrence with her. She popped the sucker back in her mouth as he slipped his shirt back on, she turned her head to the opening door. Other patients? Were they really so free here, to allow them to go out for food? This was an odd place, she'd expected to be shackled or thrown in a straight jacket from the way her transportation had gone.

She flinched, just before the shoe flew over her shoulder, landing in the boy's face. Even Rift growled at this, shooting a cold glance back at the offender. Her hand clenched the pocket's fabric, trying to resist her urges. "Uh," she uttered as he wandered off, taking a step in the direction he'd gone before simply sitting on the couch, folding her hands on her lap. She poked at the shoe with her foot, overly tempted to hurl it back at the blonde.

Hearing the other approach, her eyes glanced from their corners up to him. Bunking with him, so they really must be other patients. "Mm," Rift grunted in acknowledgment. He wasn't her current fascination, and so her interest was minimal. "Rift," she mumbled, rubbing her palms against her jean clad thighs. He was kind of small for an adult, but the i.d. seemed legit. She shrugged, letting it go quickly.

Upon seeing Derek return, she kicked the shoe away across the room with a swift flick of her ankle. She popped the sucker from her mouth once more,looking up at him. "Break it?" she asked, crossing her feet at the ankles and rocking them back and forth a bit. She placed the sucker back in her mouth, keeping her right hand on it between her thumb and forefinger.

"No, just some blood and such, I'm okay otherwise.", he said as the other girl seemed to shot him the, "Don't corrupt another girl", and he shot back with his green eyes and they backed down. The social outcast guessed he gained a friend to hang out with that didn't just want him because he could shoot hoops. "Just ignore them, most of them are regularly calm, and others not so much.", he sad as a new lady arrived. "Derek, I see you've been good with Haydee.", the lady said with a grin. "Haydee, I understand you want to be called Rift, and I'll comply to that.", she said as she showed the two a box.

Derek grinned. A real, geniune grin at the box. "It's Pepperoni pizza, Enough for you and derek I hope.", she said, setting it on the table with two cokes. Derek leaned to Haydee's ear. "She's the owner of the house, really treats everyone right.", he said as he went over to the table and quickly grabbed four slices, sitting down to engulfe them.

"Mm," Rift grunted, nodding her head a bit at his statement. Broken was no fun, painful and difficult to breathe. Nope, not pleasant at all. She glanced over to a girl who shot a nasty glare at Derek. To her, it was just another 'oh em gee I'm a stuck up bitch' look, enough to irritate her a bit. She wanted...no, she couldn't have what she wanted right now, and it was best not to think about it.

She glanced up at the woman walking up to them. She seemed to know a bit...about her. It was odd, who'd told them about her nickname? Certainly it wouldn't have been her parents, as they had refused to recognize the name altogether. Oh well, didn't matter, and pizza smelled good. Pepperoni; the only worthy topping.

She sat forward, bringing the base of her feet to the front of the couch and reaching out to pick up a piece for herself. The simple fact Derek already took four was a sign that either A; he was only going to eat four, or B; there was NOT going to be enough for the both of them. Rift was a small girl, but had a largely insatiable appetite at times.

"I see," Rift said in response to both the owner and Derek before popping the sucker out of her mouth, taking a bite out of the tip of the pizza in her other hand. She switched out often, taking a bite of the crust, then a bite from the body of the pizza. She could never decide which way was best.

Derek felt offended. He took four slices because he knew they was more. Derek could only eat the four and still drink the pop, however he knew something was wrong with the drink. He instantly spit it up. Not trying to ruin his frst good impression since grade 6, but Derek tried to hold it back. He knew what was coming, though it wouldn't happen tonight. Soon, but not now. As he looked at the table, mostly where he was, the pop was everywhere except him.

"Uh, sorry.", he mumbled out. His world was fading. "I'm not tired.....damm her she tried to drug me again!", he said, accidently breaking his plate and causing self injury to his hand. Gwen ran in at the noise, tending to Derek as he was brought into the kitchen. A few seconds later he'd returned, though his eyes were a bit glazed. Gwen stomped upstairs and yelling pursued, and then Mrs. Figgs left.

He then seemed to be much quieter. Not even a breathe escaped his mouth. He just seemed to twiddle his thumbs.

Rift ate her slice, carefully watching Derek as he ingested his soda. Quickly though, he appeared ill. She backed away to the other end of the couch as he quickly spewed it up, merely taking another bite of pizza. Hard to ruin her appetite. "You alright then?" she asked through chewing, before his utterances.

"Hmm...drugged. Not so sure about my soda then..." she said, seeming mostly unphased by the whole situation. Hearing the crack of the porcelain she glanced down, blood trickling from his hands. Her eyes widened in fascination, and as they were hauling Derek off to the kitchen, she slipped one of the shards into her pocket.

She stood up, moving over to a smaller sofa well away from the throw up. She'd well finished a few pieces by the time Derek returned. All the yelling and running about somewhat made her curious, why would the staff work against each other so? Upon returning, he seemed distant, her eyes narrowing at him. "What'd they do?"

"Oh, um, well, Gwen and the lady that brought us, Pizza, believe that we should have freedom of choice in a controled enviroment, where Mrs. Figgs often disagrees.", he said. "They know I like to sneak around and stuff, so they dont' keep an eye on me as long as I don't run away, but Figgs is different.", he said. "She hates us, and she'll gladly slam pills into us at any chance she gets.", he said, sniffing her coke. "Yours smells fine, different than mine, can I have it?", he asked her as he picked it up.

He then noticed a shard of glass missing. Her file did say...I hope she didn't, he thought as a petit girl floated down the stairs. Her wide eyes grew happy. "Hey, Derek, are you okay, I heard yelli--", she was cut off by Gwen, who ushered her upstairs as the happy women took the coke. "I'm sorry you had to her that Rift, but like derek said, we don't really care what you do, so long as you try to make a difference.", they both chirped before disappearing.


"I'm not going to sleep, I heard you get a room to yourself, can I join, I don't have many friends, and so long as We dont' well, try anything we won't get any trouble.", he said. Gwen seemed to hear, and gave a big okay, as long as Derek wasn't found in his shorts for once.

Rift glanced at her can of soda and nodded to Derek. She didn't really need it, she could just go and drink some water later. She saw him eye the plate, and hoped the coke would at least partially take his mind off it. Broken glass in a mental institute wasn't exactly a good sign, after all. Odd, he can tell mine's different by smell. Most drugs don't have much of a smell... She shrugged it off, he was an interesting specimen at any rate.

She glanced back at the woman gating down the stairs. She seemed close to Derek, but was quickly cut off and shooed away. What was that all about?" She muttered in a near-whisper. "So...freedom unless we do something they don't like. Doesn't really sound too free to me, but what do I know after all," she shrugged, sliding the coke down the coffee table to Derek.

"Oh. My own room," Rift said as it hit her. That other boy had said he was Derek's bunk mate. They must have placed her in her own room due to her sleeping conditions, anyway. "Uh, sure I guess..." Rift said, noting the staff member's approval of the situation. "I don't really think I'll be getting much sleep tonight anyway," she said, sitting back and sinking into the couch.

"I, uh, figured, you don't look like you'd adjust very fast.", he said, standing up. "I'll meet you in your room, I need to grab my sweatpants, and tylenol.", Derek said as he went for the stairs, quickly cimbing them, pushing a few boys out of his way. Ignoring the blonde and even Nick. Nick was surprised Derek got the new girl, but then again, considering the circumstances, he knew Derek could've left.


Now, wearing a large white sweater, and grey sweatpants, the plaid blue and yellow of his shorts were visible. He went towards where he assumed was her room, and stood outside, not sure whether she was inside or outside.

The girl tilted her head a bit at Derek before he left. His statements could be taken different ways, and she wasn't overly sure on which way he was talking about. Not that it mattered now, as he was off to change already, plowing through the crowd back to his room. She watched over the back of the couch intently until he was out of site, then quickly stood up.

She shut the box to the pizza, then headed out of the room. She wasn't sure where anything was, so assumed someone else would take care of the leftovers. She immediately began humming, tapping her fingers in an odd rhythm as she walked out of the room, back toward the dorm halls. She wondered momentarily how he would find her room, but assumed he had the place more or less wired from how he acted earlier.

She went into her room, a trickle of blood beginning to run down her outer thigh by the time she got there. She quickly dug through her bag, pulling out a white low cut tank, and thin light blue pajama pants. She carefully removed the shard from her pocket, the sharp tip dipped in blood. It had gone straight through her pocket to dig into her leg yet she seemed more amused than worried about it.

Knowing Derek was coming over unfortunately kept her in a state of mind where she couldn't enjoy the blood flow for very long. So, she took the black tank she'd been wearing off, wiping the blood from her leg. The cut was rather deep, but she was quick to heal. She figured a bit of pressure and it'd be fine.

She removed her shorts, carefully wrapping the shirt around her thigh so that it would lie flat, yet stay in place before slipping on the loose fitting pajama pants over it. She slipped on the white tank just in time to hear someone walking down the hall. She went over to the door, cracking it open to see Derek standing in the hall. "I assume the left door is the male dormitory then," she said, a bit randomly.

"Yeah, more or less.", he said. He removed the sweater. Without it on, his bare upper body suffered less from his fever pitch. "I hope you don't mind.", he said, wanting to remove his pants. His hands occasionally pulled on the waistband. However, when he entered the room, Derek was wide-eyed. His nose twitched. "I smell....drugs and blood.", he said. "I smell my blood too.", he said, looking at his bandaged hand.

Instead of worrying, he shrugged it off and got comfortable on the floor, like a dog. "Your floor is nice and cool.", he said as he seemed to drift off.

Rift pushed open the door, then ran back to her bed, jumping on it from a distance. Seemed she didn't like the air around the base of the bed. She watched as he entered, the door swinging shut behind him. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chin, eyes following him as he entered the room, pulling off his shirt and laying on the floor.

She shifted, crawling to the edge of the bed, and barely peeking over he edge of it. "I don't like it down there," she said as an odd fact. He can smell me, she thought, watching him intently. Such a strange specimen, what made him so keen? She scurried back over to her nightstand, snatching the empty bag off it. "My pills were in here. Could be that," she said, crawling back and holding it over the edge, but he seemed to be fading into a sleep.

"Great, falling asleep..." she muttered, dropping the bag as she laid out on her stomach, arm draped down the edge of the bed. Shame they didn't let her bring her leather strips. She could have collared him while he was asleep, after all.

Derek looked up at her. "I won't sleep, not with these pants on and a fever.", he said, starting to pull them off, before bringing them back up. "I believe you on that one.", he said, rolling onto his stomach. he then quickly jumped on the bed to surprise her.

"Hey, room for me up here?", he asked her, jokingly with a hint of tease. The fever bugs me, but it's tomorrow, he thought, keeping his look of worry hidden.

Rift blushed a bit, retreating momentarily to merely peeking her eyes and forehead over the edge of the bed when he mentioned his pants. It was more or less hard NOT to blush in such a situation. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead made a short squealing noise when he surprisingly jumped up over her onto her bed. She covered her mouth to keep the noise at a minimum, completely forgetting what it was she was going to say.

"Umm," she muttered, shifting to sit on her knees. "I guess," she said quietly, seemingly growing shy and timid. He seemed to still be sweating from his fever, but whatever he had didn't seem to be contagious. She looked around the room, humming and tapping her fingers against her thighs. She didn't really know what to do or talk about, as she didn't have much more than the clothes she came with.

"So, um, about earlier, I'm sorry if some of those people seemed off.", he joked, a hint of snarl detected. "They don't often leave the house.", he said as he stood up, removing his pants and grabbing 4 Tylenol, taking them down quickly. He stayed standing up, knowing how awkard it must be for both as he was in his shorts. As he turned around, he blushed as if he was embarressed about it.

"Sorry about this, but my fever's killing me, and I swear nothing else comes off.", he said, with a wink. "So, can I ask what your life was like?", he asked her.

"I don't expect anything less," Rift said about the 'off' others as Derek stood. Her face quickly turned flush as she turned her face toward the ground, eyes wide. She thought they were supposed to be behaving! Swallowing hard, she attempted to let out a half hearted laugh.

"M-my life? It was...you know, just normal I guess..." she said, finding it extremely hard to really think. Obviously, her life hadn't been normal, or she wouldn't be there. She pulled up her legs, burying her chin into her knees up to her nose. "What about you?" she asked, trying to keep conversation going to avoid any awkward silences.