-chapter one-
"Hello," she greeted him softly, as if he were a child. "And welcome to Scraeview Asylum."
He gazed at her with soft blue eyes, his light blond hair making him look innocent. Dorothy knew better than to judge him by his appearance however – this was an institution after all.
"Hello," he replied, just as softly. Dorothy smiled. He was mocking her!
"Fine, fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "I assume you've been read the regulations?" The boy shook his head, indicating a no. Dorothy's brow furrowed in disappointment, usually the staff was much more organized than that.
"Ms. Catalonia," the person who'd been watching the boy stepped forward, holding out a clipboard. She took it from him and read it over quickly.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," she read from the page. "That's your name, right?" The boy nodded, still smiling. Dorothy found that smile very unnerving. "Hm… schizophrenia? Interesting. Which side am I talking to now, Quatre?"
Quatre looked at her, confused. She continued reading the page, and noted that it read "unaware" near the case. She frowned; this was going to get confusing. "Well, Quatre, it seems we're all set. Why don't you follow me and I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Quatre nodded, hugging his pillow and following along behind her. Glancing at her clipboard again, she saw no in-depth descriptions of Quatre's personalities. She mentally noted to bitch at the person who filled out this sheet for her.
"Miss Dorothy."
Dorothy looked up, surprised. "Yes, Quatre?"
"They told me you would read me the regulations. I believe I should learn the rules before I do something wrong."
Dorothy nodded. She silently wished that this side of Quatre was the violent side, but knew that was impossible. He was too gentle, so his other persona was likely to be psychotic.
"All right, the first rule of Scaerview is, do NOT mock the prisoners in orange jumpsuits."[1]
"Why not?" Quatre blinked at her, confused. "What's special about them?"
Dorothy smirked. "They're the violent ones. They will probably kill you if you tease them." Her mind involuntarily drifted to a time where Duo was teasing the paranoid Asian boy, and how he'd needed stitches for the wound made by that plastic fork. "The second rule is, no socks. You don't want to know why, so just don't be mad about having to walk around barefoot.
"Third rule, please, for god's sake, WASH your clothes *once a week*! At least!" She shuddered at the memory of Duo. "And just for hygienic reasons, try to get your roommate to do it too. His name is Duo, you'll meet him soon."
"Duo," Quatre repeated. He glanced up sharply when he heard a scream. His eyes narrowed, and he turned in circles, checking the area surrounding them.
"Yeah, Quatre, you'll have to get used to that. Some of the people here are highly disturbed, and will scream all hours of the day and night. If you find you have trouble getting to sleep, please tell me. I can get you sleeping pills if you need them. I'm the orderly for the wing you're in." Upon reaching the door to the room Quatre would be sharing with Duo, Dorothy paused and looked at her new charge.
"Sometimes Duo tries to escape his room before the lockdown. If this happens, please don't try and stop him. The last person that did got hurt very badly, and so we just let him go if he wants to. He hasn't done this in awhile, but just in case…" Dorothy bit her lip, trying to remember if she'd forgotten anything. "Duo will fill you in on mealtimes, art periods, and the like. I have a bit of business to take care of, so I'll see you at lunch, Quatre."
"Thank you, Dorothy." Quatre smiled warmly and opened the door to his new room, and Dorothy smirked when she heard Duo's excited greeting.
"Miss Catalonia, please report to the main office. Your new charge is here."
Dorothy's brow crinkled in confusion as she glanced up at the speaker in the ceiling. Her charge had just arrived, surely there hadn't been a mistake? She huffed softly, and marched back down the long corridor, back to the main office. She would clear up this mistake, then she'd go into the administrator' office and tell him about Quatre's skimpy file.
What surprised her when she got to the main office was that there WAS somebody sitting in a chair, a pillow lying on the ground beside him. Dorothy stopped dead in her tracks. "What the…?" She frowned, walking over to the guard next to him. He calmly handed her a file and turned to leave when Dorothy grabbed him by the shoulders. Her crystal eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You. Wait. Here. I'm going to talk to Mr. Kushranada about this." The guard gulped, and nodded quickly. Dorothy resisted a smirk. She was very intimidating when she wanted to be. Knocking on the administrator's office door, she didn't wait for a response before barging in. The ginger-haired man inside looked up at her wearily, then sighed.
"Yes, Dorothy?"
Dorothy frowned. "Treize, why wasn't I informed that I was getting TWO new charges today?"
"Dorothy," Treize clasped his hands on the desk, sighing. "I'm sorry you weren't informed sooner. The memo is probably on my desk somewhere." He waved a hand over the paper-strewn desk for emphasis. Dorothy scratched the back of her head, feeling sorry for the head of Scaerview.
"Who filled out the file on Quatre Winner?"
"I don't know."
"It was horrible, it didn't describe his symptoms, his APPEARANCE, hell, it didn't tell me who'd brought him here! He'd better not be dangerous, Treize, or so help me God…"
"Dorothy, calm down," Treize chided, sifting through some of the folders on his desk. "I'll talk to the girls about the folder, and it'll never happen again. In the meantime we'll have to make due."
"What about THIS one? It's worse than Quatre's!" Dorothy held out her new charge's file to the ginger-haired administrator, and he glanced over it.
"Dore, you're right, it's no where near as thorough as it should be, so we'll have to work with what we have for now. I'll try and get you some full files tomorrow." Treize sighed at his desk. "I really don't have the time today."
Dorothy bit her lip. "All right, Treize. I have one more question though."
"Ask away."
"It says here that this new boy, Trowa Barton, is in room 403."
Treize glanced at the file. "Yes, it does. And?" Dorothy bit her lip again.
"Nothing, sir. Nothing."
Author – [1] – A la "Fight Club", ne? I love that movie! XD "The first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is, you do not TALK about fight club."
Ooooh… who's in room 403? Let's play the process of elimination game! Who's left? 1 and 5. Who've we mentioned? Something about Duo, an orange jumpsuit, and a fork… ne? ^~
I LOVE YOU REVIEWERS!!
I really do. You're all so fun and smart. [thumbs-up]@the people who guessed Q-man. Woooooo!
"Hello," she greeted him softly, as if he were a child. "And welcome to Scraeview Asylum."
He gazed at her with soft blue eyes, his light blond hair making him look innocent. Dorothy knew better than to judge him by his appearance however – this was an institution after all.
"Hello," he replied, just as softly. Dorothy smiled. He was mocking her!
"Fine, fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "I assume you've been read the regulations?" The boy shook his head, indicating a no. Dorothy's brow furrowed in disappointment, usually the staff was much more organized than that.
"Ms. Catalonia," the person who'd been watching the boy stepped forward, holding out a clipboard. She took it from him and read it over quickly.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," she read from the page. "That's your name, right?" The boy nodded, still smiling. Dorothy found that smile very unnerving. "Hm… schizophrenia? Interesting. Which side am I talking to now, Quatre?"
Quatre looked at her, confused. She continued reading the page, and noted that it read "unaware" near the case. She frowned; this was going to get confusing. "Well, Quatre, it seems we're all set. Why don't you follow me and I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Quatre nodded, hugging his pillow and following along behind her. Glancing at her clipboard again, she saw no in-depth descriptions of Quatre's personalities. She mentally noted to bitch at the person who filled out this sheet for her.
"Miss Dorothy."
Dorothy looked up, surprised. "Yes, Quatre?"
"They told me you would read me the regulations. I believe I should learn the rules before I do something wrong."
Dorothy nodded. She silently wished that this side of Quatre was the violent side, but knew that was impossible. He was too gentle, so his other persona was likely to be psychotic.
"All right, the first rule of Scaerview is, do NOT mock the prisoners in orange jumpsuits."[1]
"Why not?" Quatre blinked at her, confused. "What's special about them?"
Dorothy smirked. "They're the violent ones. They will probably kill you if you tease them." Her mind involuntarily drifted to a time where Duo was teasing the paranoid Asian boy, and how he'd needed stitches for the wound made by that plastic fork. "The second rule is, no socks. You don't want to know why, so just don't be mad about having to walk around barefoot.
"Third rule, please, for god's sake, WASH your clothes *once a week*! At least!" She shuddered at the memory of Duo. "And just for hygienic reasons, try to get your roommate to do it too. His name is Duo, you'll meet him soon."
"Duo," Quatre repeated. He glanced up sharply when he heard a scream. His eyes narrowed, and he turned in circles, checking the area surrounding them.
"Yeah, Quatre, you'll have to get used to that. Some of the people here are highly disturbed, and will scream all hours of the day and night. If you find you have trouble getting to sleep, please tell me. I can get you sleeping pills if you need them. I'm the orderly for the wing you're in." Upon reaching the door to the room Quatre would be sharing with Duo, Dorothy paused and looked at her new charge.
"Sometimes Duo tries to escape his room before the lockdown. If this happens, please don't try and stop him. The last person that did got hurt very badly, and so we just let him go if he wants to. He hasn't done this in awhile, but just in case…" Dorothy bit her lip, trying to remember if she'd forgotten anything. "Duo will fill you in on mealtimes, art periods, and the like. I have a bit of business to take care of, so I'll see you at lunch, Quatre."
"Thank you, Dorothy." Quatre smiled warmly and opened the door to his new room, and Dorothy smirked when she heard Duo's excited greeting.
"Miss Catalonia, please report to the main office. Your new charge is here."
Dorothy's brow crinkled in confusion as she glanced up at the speaker in the ceiling. Her charge had just arrived, surely there hadn't been a mistake? She huffed softly, and marched back down the long corridor, back to the main office. She would clear up this mistake, then she'd go into the administrator' office and tell him about Quatre's skimpy file.
What surprised her when she got to the main office was that there WAS somebody sitting in a chair, a pillow lying on the ground beside him. Dorothy stopped dead in her tracks. "What the…?" She frowned, walking over to the guard next to him. He calmly handed her a file and turned to leave when Dorothy grabbed him by the shoulders. Her crystal eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You. Wait. Here. I'm going to talk to Mr. Kushranada about this." The guard gulped, and nodded quickly. Dorothy resisted a smirk. She was very intimidating when she wanted to be. Knocking on the administrator's office door, she didn't wait for a response before barging in. The ginger-haired man inside looked up at her wearily, then sighed.
"Yes, Dorothy?"
Dorothy frowned. "Treize, why wasn't I informed that I was getting TWO new charges today?"
"Dorothy," Treize clasped his hands on the desk, sighing. "I'm sorry you weren't informed sooner. The memo is probably on my desk somewhere." He waved a hand over the paper-strewn desk for emphasis. Dorothy scratched the back of her head, feeling sorry for the head of Scaerview.
"Who filled out the file on Quatre Winner?"
"I don't know."
"It was horrible, it didn't describe his symptoms, his APPEARANCE, hell, it didn't tell me who'd brought him here! He'd better not be dangerous, Treize, or so help me God…"
"Dorothy, calm down," Treize chided, sifting through some of the folders on his desk. "I'll talk to the girls about the folder, and it'll never happen again. In the meantime we'll have to make due."
"What about THIS one? It's worse than Quatre's!" Dorothy held out her new charge's file to the ginger-haired administrator, and he glanced over it.
"Dore, you're right, it's no where near as thorough as it should be, so we'll have to work with what we have for now. I'll try and get you some full files tomorrow." Treize sighed at his desk. "I really don't have the time today."
Dorothy bit her lip. "All right, Treize. I have one more question though."
"Ask away."
"It says here that this new boy, Trowa Barton, is in room 403."
Treize glanced at the file. "Yes, it does. And?" Dorothy bit her lip again.
"Nothing, sir. Nothing."
Author – [1] – A la "Fight Club", ne? I love that movie! XD "The first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is, you do not TALK about fight club."
Ooooh… who's in room 403? Let's play the process of elimination game! Who's left? 1 and 5. Who've we mentioned? Something about Duo, an orange jumpsuit, and a fork… ne? ^~
I LOVE YOU REVIEWERS!!
I really do. You're all so fun and smart. [thumbs-up]@the people who guessed Q-man. Woooooo!