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So unhappy, I could die. [CLOSED]; Cabe slowly loses his grip...
Topic Started: Jan 8 2010, 12:58 AM (1,031 Views)
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

The snow had been falling like cotton candy; light, fluffy and sugary sweet, quite appealing to the naked eye. Yet as inch by inch fell on to the ground, the substance's true nature started to become clear.

I had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. Me, stuck in Mein Hölle (my HELL for all you non-German speaking readers out there) for an entire night due to Winter's mocking betrayal of my personal hopes.

Hope #1: Get to work on time every day so I don't have to be b*tched at by Sir-Scares-alot.
Hope #2: Try to make it to the doorstep without falling on my arse.
Hope #3: NEVER think of what a patient would look like naked...

Oh...wait...that last one has nothing to do with the weather.

You see, I had canceled all of my appointments today just to think about her. It seems hopelessly romantic (kill the cliche, please!) and extremely stupid. But I just couldn't get her, or her words, out of my mind.

I lied when I said I canceled all of my appointments...

Crane would probably have my head but I didn't care. I've declined to care for the past two weeks, the time I've been away from miss Roulette.

The girl I can't seem to forget.

My musing had been put to an end when the orderlies barged in with Rou (since they're insensitive bastards who really don't care if they're invading your personal space and have never had a place for manners).

I sighed deeply and sat down at my desk, watching them with a dull expression as they strapped her to the chair...

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Payback's a bitch, puddin'.

Roulette peered at Dr. Ryan curiously. He looked world-weary, as if he hadn't slept in days. He was clearly on edge. And the way his eyes looked when they met her own dark orbs was desperate, as if he hadn't had water for days and had just seen an ice-cold glass of water before him.

God, he's so hot like that... I just wanna tear him to pieces...

She fingered the syringe cleverly hidden in the sleeve of her straitjacket. Perhaps she could...

The doctor waved the orderlies away tiredly, his mind clearly on other things.

Roulette smirked, enjoying how he shivered at the expression...

"Somethin' on yer mind, doc?"
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~ ^_^ Roulette + Spitfire = OTP Forever! ^_^ ~ "Did the Joker give in when Batman threw him into Arkham Asylum for the CrImInAlLy InSaNe? No, he BROKE OUT and proceeded to poison all of Gotham's water supply!" ~ Whenever you feel like YOUR IDEAS are InSaNe, just remember that tHe JoKeR was once an IDEA inside someone's twisted mind... ~ GCHRP: We'Re AlL mAd HeRe! ~
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

I paused, half ready to reveal the entire slew of thoughts ricocheting off the walls of my mind.
However, I knew that is what she wanted me to do.
I was already cracking, like a porcelain doll that's been thrown to the floor.
I was already starting to form a new version of myself; and I did NOT like it..
Yet some part of me, a part I've never revealed to the world, did.

I sat there for a few moments, avoiding her gaze, wondering how I should respond.

"Do you even have to ask that question? And isn't it me who should be asking YOU the questions? Like why are you being cooperative when that seems to be entirely against your nature?"

I could feel myself growing angry again. I've stifled my emotions the past week and it had been starting to catch up to me...

Anger management doesn't work; beating the hell out of some random stranger does!

What is my problem?
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Payback's a bitch, puddin'.

Roulette laughed, a dissonant attempt to actually be a pleasant human being for once...

"Why? 'Cause it suits me right now. 'Cause I feel like it. Be grateful fer that..."

Her eyes noted that he kept casually flicking his eyes towards the desk drawer. Something important to him was in there... or something she could use to further her little game.

She barely hid the hint of a smirk.

"An' what, I can't ask ya questions anymore? If yer gonna get defensive... I can fix that..."

She didn't bother to hide the smirk that time. And it wasn't precisely an evil smirk...

"But if ya really wanna ask the questions... do it. I'll answer ya, alright. But I doubt you'll like the answers..."

She calmly and discreetly began to pick at the edges of her new straitjacket, hoping to find some sort of flaw. She found none.

Dammit...
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~ ^_^ Roulette + Spitfire = OTP Forever! ^_^ ~ "Did the Joker give in when Batman threw him into Arkham Asylum for the CrImInAlLy InSaNe? No, he BROKE OUT and proceeded to poison all of Gotham's water supply!" ~ Whenever you feel like YOUR IDEAS are InSaNe, just remember that tHe JoKeR was once an IDEA inside someone's twisted mind... ~ GCHRP: We'Re AlL mAd HeRe! ~
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

"I had the straitjacket specially ordered." Cabe replied with a half-smirk, his tone laced with a hint of pride. Y'see, I knew how utterly useless (and decidedly filthy) the ones Arkham Asylum had owned since it's miserable birthday. Years of mad individuals twisting, fidgeting and trying desperately to resist the binds that held them prisoner, certainly made them practically unusable.

Yes, I am aware I had used third person at first. How did you know?

She's acting...normal...today. And NORMAL for her is quite different than this definition of normal.

I leaned forward, my eyes connecting instantly with hers, but not to look intimidating. In truth, I wanted to know why she was acting almost...human.

Maybe she is human...? Not that I didn't think she was before....I'm always contradicting myself, aren't I?

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Payback's a bitch, puddin'.

Why was I doing it?

Because I couldn't help it. For all I'd done to get under his skin, I'd let him get under mine.

Now there's a nasty mental image to contemplate, huh?

I'd never admit it to him, of course. But he was too close to a perfect match that I couldn't resist. I almost smirked when he mentioned that he'd specially ordered the straitjacket. I keep imagining what would happen between us if he did snap with me like this. There'd be a lot of... intimate contact. And blood. Lots of blood. Covering us both. We'd both look like murder victims...

I wanted him. And not just as a victim, not as a plaything. I wanted to blow up buildings and dance in raining shrapnel with him. I wanted to sit with him above Gotham and watch the city burn - watching fires that we started.

No matter how I dared not admit it, I couldn't let him go. And I would have him. It was only a matter of time...


Roulette smirked.

"Oh, s'only 'cause ya wanna take me outta it later, hmm...?"

I've gotta find a sharp edge or something on these restraints; anything to cut through the fabric... Something, anything... Deus ex machina, Rou. Deus ex machina.

"So...? Ask me the questions, doc. If ya really wanna know the answers. But y'won't. 'Cause yer scared. Yer a fearful little boy who just can't bear ta lose power... ta lose anything. An' that's why y'wanna talk with me. Y'like the power it gives ya..."

She slowly watched his look turn from one of concentration to brief fear to quiet rage.

"Hit the nail on the head, didn't I, doc? Trust me, I know far more about ya than y'think. An' yer a joke. So what d'ya wanna hear first? The one about how y'keep tryin' ta heal patients without goin' into a full-blown panic attack? How about the one where y'just can't get me outta yer head...?"

C'mon... c'mon, take the bait... I know the real you wants it...
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~ ^_^ Roulette + Spitfire = OTP Forever! ^_^ ~ "Did the Joker give in when Batman threw him into Arkham Asylum for the CrImInAlLy InSaNe? No, he BROKE OUT and proceeded to poison all of Gotham's water supply!" ~ Whenever you feel like YOUR IDEAS are InSaNe, just remember that tHe JoKeR was once an IDEA inside someone's twisted mind... ~ GCHRP: We'Re AlL mAd HeRe! ~
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

"You...confuse me. That's frustrating! After two years of treating the predictable...I come across the unpredictable. It scares me but, most of all, it angers me because I can't.control.you." By now, my teeth were clenched so tightly together that my jaw started to ache in rebellion.

This girl really knows how to turn me on; in several ways.

"As for taking you out of that straitjacket...I wouldn't dream of it, dearest Roulette. Not after the stunts you've been pulling." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling absolutely gullible for feeding her psych.

"If I'm the joke...then who's the punchline? Could you at least answer me that question?" My voice was supposed to be intimidating but it cracked under the scrutiny of her gaze.

So much for being 'in control'. You're like putty in her hands, fuel to her fire, leggo to her-

OK. I GET IT.

I slammed my fist onto my desk with pure, irrevocable RAGE.

I would not let her control me, I wouldn't...
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Payback's a bitch, puddin'.

Roulette felt laughter well inside her and spring forth easily.

"I was right... yer scared because I'm uncontrollable. After bein' dealt twos this whole damn time, y'finally got a wild card. An' y'dunno what ta do with it, d'ya?"

He was getting even angrier now, and it was beginning to... distract her from the game at hand. That pure rage in his eyes... the uncanny strength...

"... Y'get... panicked sometimes, doncha, doc? Really, truly scared, t'the point y'can't function. I bet yer on Xanax or Prosac or somethin', 'cause yer scared all. The damn. Time. The joke? That I control ya already, an' y'can't do anything ta stop it. And as fer the punchline... well, that hasn't hit ya yet..."

A sudden smashing of glass and wail of sirens punctuated the air from down the hall. A frenzied stampede of footsteps echoed through the door, followed by angry yelling. And laughter.

A burly attendant burst through the door of Dr. Ryan's office, looking panicked.

"Let's go, Ryan. I know you're busy, but we really need all the help we can get out here..."

Roulette saw a vague look of panic flicker in Dr. Ryan's eyes before hearing him mumble something and start towards the door, his pace no doubt echoing his frantic heartbeat. He was out the door in roughly five minutes.

Aaaaaand... bingo was his name-o. Knew I could count on you to distract for me, boss... Now I just need to get out of this, find whatever that important thing is, and tamper with it...

She struggled, but to no avail.

"Dammit... Dammit. Dammit!"

She pitched herself violently forward in a last ditch attempt at freedom. The worn leather restraints suddenly loosened, sending her forehead crashing into the desk.

Ouch. That's gonna smart in the morning...

She shook her head and stood up, using the desk as an aid. Quickly, stealthily, she stole to the other side of Dr. Ryan's desk, collapsing into the chair. There was a large drawer there, nearly as wide as the desk itself. She kicked off a worn, dirty inmate tennis shoe and gripped the handle with her toes, pulling the drawer open.

Think smarter, not harder.

Roulette peered curiously into the drawer. It was full of papers and old files, plus a clipboard and pens. And way in the back, just barely out of sight, rested a small prescription bottle filled with pills.

"Well, well, well... so, the inmates are runnin' the asylum..."

She picked up the bottle, top-first, with her teeth, and managed to send it down her shirt. She moved awkwardly until it shifted into her arm with the syringe. Clumsily, she manouvered the bottle open just enough to slide the needle in...

And injected the entire syringe into the bottle.

There we go... The good doctor's gonna get a nasty surprise when he goes to take his next dose... No idea what that surprise'll be, but Hell if it won't be fun to watch...

Footsteps echoed down the hall towards the office, and her head snapped towards the sound. She had to act fast. She clumsily managed to slip the bottle up her arm and into the torso of the straitjacket, where it fell gently into her lap from underneath.

She bent down and picked up the bottle with her teeth, silently thanking herself for her flexibility, and deposited the altered pills in the drawer again. from what she could see, the liquid injected into the bottle was already nearly absorbed into the pills...

"Perfect..."

The footsteps came closer. Roulette ran back to her chair and pretended to struggle with getting the restrains halfway off just as Dr. Ryan entered through the door...

[[No, the altered pills won't kill him, but it will cause some nasty effects... your choice, of course. >:) ]]
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~ ^_^ Roulette + Spitfire = OTP Forever! ^_^ ~ "Did the Joker give in when Batman threw him into Arkham Asylum for the CrImInAlLy InSaNe? No, he BROKE OUT and proceeded to poison all of Gotham's water supply!" ~ Whenever you feel like YOUR IDEAS are InSaNe, just remember that tHe JoKeR was once an IDEA inside someone's twisted mind... ~ GCHRP: We'Re AlL mAd HeRe! ~
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

I was just about to flip over my desk (no, I am not exaggerating) when I heard this loud crash. Jerry barged in, looking like he was about to piss his pants; if he hadn't already.

Oh great...what a GLORIOUS moment for the Joker to decide to cause mayhem. Perfect.

I huffed in annoyance, enough rage left in me to kick that clown's arse. When I approached him, however, that urge seemed to dissipate quite suddenly.

NOW, I wanted to kick her arse. She had somehow set this up...I KNEW she did! Maybe Jerry was in on the deal, too! DAMN THEM TO F*CKING HELL.

It was a glass vase. Don't ask me why there was a glass vase in an Asylum; probably just for the purpose of duping me. It looked like the Joker had somehow gotten a hold of said vase and tried to smash it over the Riddler's head!

No wait...vase...Quinzel's office! How did... GOD I didn't want to think about it!

I stormed back into my office, not even trying to conceal my anger. My foot made contact with the wall, actually causing it to dent ( shows you how cheap Arkham is).

"I don't want to play these games, Roulette." I said ,huffing like a mad man and walking over to my desk, opening a drawer and taking out my Xanax with a nearly suicidal hunger.

"Believe it or not, this place is supposed to be for rehabilitation; it seems as if you're going BACKWARDS; you're going into isolation for a MONTH!" I spat out the last word and then popped three Xanax into my mouth, silently pleading for the effects to begin before I passed out.

I was not only angry, but I was having a panic attack! In front of a PATIENT.

This is...not...how it's...supposed to be....

I mean that about the prospect AND about what I had started to experience...
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Roulette began to giggle as she watched the poor doctor collapse onto the floor in a pitiful heap, a look of confusion dancing in his eyes. The giggling rose to laughter, then to a horrific cackle, then halted ever so suddenly...

"Feelin' a little... outta it, doc? Like maybe yer world's endin'; like y'can't control yerself...?"

He stared at her silently; she relished every drop of his helpless state...

"Yer not puttin' me in solitary. Even if y'did, I'd get out. Y'can do anything y'want ta me while I'm in these walls, an' it won't. Work. Because I don't want help an' I never did; y'just threw me in here t'keep me outta society... An' a'course I'm goin' i]backwards[/i], doc... 'cause Arkham's not fer rehab. No. S'fer mental torture. Y'either break'r be broken, go crazy'r die. S'a dog eat dog world in here, doc. An' yer not ready fer it..."

She awkwardly stood, circling her prey like a hungry wolf, eyes staring coldly.

"Maybe this place's gettin' t'ya more than y'thought... Yer pills aren't workin'; yer losin' control... What do y'have left ta lose but yer mind...?"

She kneeled next to him, whispered into his ear.

"I control a more than y'know, doc... I have since day one. An' I can make yer life here a livin' Hell if I want to."

She could see him shuddering, quivering uncontrollably, too terrified to scream. And it was like the most delicious of delacacies to her...

"Puttin' me in solitary's just gonna make me act worse when I get out. Ta everybody, includin' you. 'Specially you. 'Cause I like seein' ya a nervous wreck. Yer so damn adorable like that, I could eat ya up." She grinned dangerously.

"S'even better when yer angry. 'Cause then the real you comes out. Then I get excited, 'cause the real you's fuckin' hot as Hell. I want ya, doc... I want ya bad..."

She leaned in close again, enjoying both the close proximity and his terror, whispering in a tone of unparalleled delight...

"That scare ya, doc? R'does it only make ya want me more...?"

Run away with me... We could have so much fun together...
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~ ^_^ Roulette + Spitfire = OTP Forever! ^_^ ~ "Did the Joker give in when Batman threw him into Arkham Asylum for the CrImInAlLy InSaNe? No, he BROKE OUT and proceeded to poison all of Gotham's water supply!" ~ Whenever you feel like YOUR IDEAS are InSaNe, just remember that tHe JoKeR was once an IDEA inside someone's twisted mind... ~ GCHRP: We'Re AlL mAd HeRe! ~
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