Asylum (Open)

[shadowoftheheart]

I awoke. My arms were secured tightly to my body by a straight-jacket. I could feel my hair hanging loose, matted, down around my shoulders.

I was in a small, empty room that was painted an off-white, and had rubber-mat walls. A padded room. One small light and a small window provided light. There was of course a door here, a big, heavy-looking door that was certainly locked.

I sat up on the small cot in the room. I had no idea where I was, or why I was here. In fact ... I wasn't too sure who I was.



OOC: Open SRP. We can have inmates, guards, doctors, etc. etc. Any plot lines, any interactions, etc. Feel free to PM if you have questions or ideas....

 

[scribe_m]

Simone was the Senior Administrator for this wing of the ward. Some of the subjects were here for treatment. Some were here for research. Some were here to be broken down for further use later. On Simone's desk were various clipboards, one for each patient in the rooms. Drugs also accompanied the clipboards, some medication, some experimentation. The next wing had labs and experimentation areas, and nearby were wheelchairs and gurneys to transport them.

Simone picked up a clipboard. Room 70. She pressed a button for a guard to join her. The two walked down the hallway. Unlocking and opening the door, Simone saw the woman. "Red hair, pale skin, light green eyes, 5'6" moderate build. Yes, that's her. We better see about taking care of her hair, seems a bit matted."

Addressing the woman, Simone said, "Hello. My name is Simone. I am the senior administrator. James is also an administrator. James, please hold the woman." James did so, and Simone injected her through the jacket.

"Relax. Do you understand me? Relax", said Simone. Simone took out a small flashlight and checked her eyes. She then put it away, and took out a necklace. "Do you see this? Do you remember it? See how it sways back and forth, shiny, reflecting." She nodded at James, who held her loosely and whose hand crept down to her crotch. "I will take you back, back to something that happened and which you made yourself forget. You made yourself forget so well that you do not know who you are. James will touch you, and though you may feel discomfort, we hope this will be for the better. I hope you will enjoy it."

Sitting behind her, James began massaging the woman, relaxing the muscles, and allowing the injection to settle in. He touched her shoulders, her arms, her back. His hands touched the sides of her breasts. His hands then lowered themselves to her loose bottoms, the inside of her thighs. He began rubbing more...

OOC: Hope to revise this better after getting some sleep!


Scribe.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Hello. My name is Simone. I am the senior administrator. James is also an administrator. James, please hold the woman."

Impassively, I look at the new people. The man holds me from behind, and I feel the stick of the needle. I don't even flinch.

"Relax. Do you understand me? Relax"

I continue to stare at her impassively. If I relax any more I will fall asleep. My eyes were fine, until she shined her light in them. I blink, wondering why she did that.

"Do you see this? Do you remember it? See how it sways back and forth, shiny, reflecting."

Remember? Remember. Of course not silly twit, I think.

The man behind me slides his hand between my legs. I almost flinch. But I don't.


"I will take you back, back to something that happened and which you made yourself forget. You made yourself forget so well that you do not know who you are. James will touch you, and though you may feel discomfort, we hope this will be for the better. I hope you will enjoy it."

He begins to massage me. It actually feels good. I do feel my muscles relax, as whatever I was injected with begins to take effect.

Again, his hands return to the area between my legs. Why? I don't know this man.

Can you take off this straight jacket? I can't speak. Well, I think I can, but I don't. I want to. I want to get out of this. Why am I in it? Why?

I look into the woman's eyes, with a hard, cold look. I don't know why. Maybe that's all I can manage right now.

 

[scribe_m]

"Think back. Think baaaack..." the voice echoes in the greyness. "The tanks have fired, and the men are coming in. You hear the crying of children and women, then gunshots silencing them all. Men in grey uniforms walk around the rubble, speaking a language you do not understand. Do you hide away? Or make one last defiant stand in front of the paintings? Regardless, a man laughs. Another holds you. A thinner, cadaverous man approaches. 'Speak. Speak', he says, holding your lower jaw. 'We have found you and you will tell us everything.'"


Scribe.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I blink. What the hell is this tripe? Tanks? Paintings? Did she think I was insane?

The images she suggests flow past me, and I let them go past. No, nothing to do with me. What she is trying to do I can't say, but I don't like what's happening.

However, I can't escape the grey mist that is now covering everything. It seems to trap me here in place. It has human fingers, fingers that are caressing and exploring my body.

I close my eyes. No difference. Same damn grey mist. I sigh, and resign myself to this crap, whatever it is.

 

[Tseranc]

Dr. Roberts, P.O.S.

Dr. Jack Roberts, a man in his Mid to late thirties, but in good shape (from all that extra time in the gym, vs. treating patients), sat behind his big powerful desk, stroking his Blonde hair, which damnably was going gray at the temples.

He specialized in sitting on his ass and prescribing pills from companies that send him kick backs.

But he loved his real work – experiments on the mind. The biggest company to offer ‘benefits’ was Uncle Sam after all. So various people who wouldn’t be missed, or could be made to disappear with out issue, were brought here. The memory blank on the new girl seemed to work well. New images of shit she’d never seen was now provided for her consumption. It would be interesting to see if she latched onto those, or made up something herself to explain her past.

He flipped through her file…whoa! He never knew she was so attractive…maybe he’d take a more ‘personal’ interest in this case….

 

[Demos Straxus]

The Beast

He lived in the darkness....it was his home. It was all he knew now. He had been with the other patients once.........that had stopped after he had started an orgy with six other female patients. He smiled at the thought, and his cock twitched.


He had once been Gunnery Seargent, Robert Hogan of the Marine core. He did not remember this fact any more. He had been brought here to "cure" him of certain troublesome memories........though he didn't remember this either.

They had erased all of him that was human.....and somehow altered his body chemistry at the same time. He now exuded certain pheremones at all times, which most human males only produce in the heat of lust, driving any woman near him into a near suicidal passion. This was fitting, because thats all he had now. A driving, unending lust.

They called him and animal. He had long ago decided that was his name.

 

[Jewelskye]

The room wasn't dark... not dark enough, atleast, for her tastes. Her eyes, so used to the darkness of her prisons, felt strained and tired in the harsh light that reflected off the blueish grey walls around her. She didn't notice it at first, but the walls were covered in a rubbery substance, padded to keep her from hurting herself. Not that she could manage to do much, sitting there in the corner in a white straight jacket that kept her arms pinned across her body.

She wasn't sure where she was, or why she was there. Rocking back and forth, her knees were drawn up to press her thighs against her arms. Her eyes closed to block out the harsh, cold light, and her bare feet moved, resting one ontop of the other, in an effort to draw herself further in, away from the emptyness of the room around her.

A tiny pink tongue slid out to wet her full lips, and from her throat came a soft melody, hummed and sung so faintly that her words sounded like naught but unintelligable giberish. Her head bowed, long auburn curls that reached her waist hung like a curtain around her, hiding the rest of her face and most of her body from view.

She rocked back and forth slowly on her bottom, feet helping to keep her steady so as not to fall over. Her body was petite, and standing at her full height she could be no taller than 5'1". Her build was curvy, simply made to please any man who would come her way. She had a delicate, breakable, porcelain doll look to her as she sat there, rocking and humming and trying hard to escape from the world around her and into her own mind.

She'd been diagnosed as having an extreme anxiety disorder coupled with what appeared to be extreme clinical depression, and had been brought here by authorities after she'd been found in the house of a man who had been discovered to have been in black market slave trading. When they'd found her, she'd been locked inside of a footlocker, kept at the foot of the man's bed.

They'd kept her in the hospital for weeks, trapped in what appeared to be a coma caused by severe trauma to her head and body. She'd had large wounds that were obviously days old and hadn't been tended to, and she'd shown signs of malnutrition. But, after a few weeks in the hospital, she was fine enough physically to be released. Atleast, she would be if she'd ever wake up.

It had taken a few more days for this to happen, and when it did, she'd been found laying in bed, wide-eyed and resembling a frightened rabbit. The first to go in to check on her had been a young nurse, who had checked her wounds and talked to her in a soothing voice. The girl seemed to relax, but it didn't seem she quite understood what was going on.

When the nurse asked for her name, the girl called herself "Kitten", and said she had no last name. She was estimated to be about 18 years of age, though she couldn't give them a definate number. Her fingerprints have turned up only one result: She was identified as Skye Rhonwynn MacRhagnal, who had dissapeared when she was 10 years old from infront of the orphanage she'd been in since birth when her mother died in the hospital while giving birth. With no living relatives, it was up to the state to decide what to do with her. So she was sent here, for "treatment".

When the first male doctor came into the room, he appeared to be arguing with another doctor, this one male as well. As soon as they'd entered her hospital room, she'd seemed frightened and panicky, and as soon as one raised his voice to the other, the girl had gone into a blind anxiety and panic attack, hyperventalating and sobbing, curling into a ball and staying that way until nurses had to give her an injection to knock her out.

She'd been transported here only days later, and put into one of these paded rooms, clad in a straight jacket, due to the fact that they feared her panic attacks may take a violent streak.


OOC: This is what the doctors would have on her medical forms, incase you wanted to know:

Name: Skye Rhonwynn MacRhagnal
Age: 18
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: one blue, one green
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 100 lbs
Diagnosis: Extreme anxiety disorder with panic attacks and apparent memory loss caused by extreme mental and emotional trauma.

 

[JokerWild]

Jack...

Name: Jack/Jackyl
Age: 24
Apperance: 5'8, 180 lbs slightly muscular, black hair that's grown wildly, ice-blue eyes.
Diagnosis: Split-Personality.

In a large white room lay a man dressed in a black uniform...his eyes were closed, breathing slow and deep...anyone who looked could see he was asleep. But he was talking...holding a conversation with himself. "Why are we here......we should be operating...saving lives..we should be...", the voice was angry, slightly high-pitched yet deep. "You fool...we're trapped here because of you...you fucked it up! YOU FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!". This voice seemed normal, caring...compastionate...but now it was angry.

"What do you mean I fucked it up? I only wanted to have a little fun with the blonde witch...she was so freaking tight, I mean she was a..." before the high-pitched voice could finish the normal voice took over. "That's what I mean Jackyl...you never can control yourself...sex-crazed short-tempered asshole...from now on never take over unless we discuss it first!" yelled the normal voice.

A nurse passed by peeping through the small bars on the large door. "Everything alright Doctor...I mean Jack." she said. Jack opened his eyes, he was awake...sitting up he looked at the nurse, she used to work for him, he was her mentor, her former boss...until they found out about his other side...about his shadow. "Yes Sarah...I'm ok...I just need an asprin, slight headache." he said. Sarah nodded walking away. "You tell me you never tried to beat that pussy?" cried Jackyl in his head.

Jack groaned and laid back down closing his eyes. "Shut up and sleep." said Jack. Jack was the perfect gentleman...charming, smart, and athletic. But he had a secert...when he was younger he got into a car accident, he was induced into a coma for a week, no brain damage though...none that they could find. He finished college, graduated in the top 5 percent of his class...and got a job as a doctor/psychologist.

After four years he began to black out having headaches...hearing a voice...that's when he discovered Jackyl.

 

[Lotharian]

On the Sheets:

Name: Edward Fennel
Race: Caucassian
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Diagnosis: Dangerous Scitsophrenia and Hallucinations

IC:

"GET THEM OFF ME!!!" Edward screamed as he writhed in the bed, with the jakcet digging painfully into his side. Somewhere deep inside, he knew this was all just an illusion, but his body refused to listen. Only responding to what was percieved.

They were spiders... many spiders biting deep into his flesh. It burned so much! It felt so real! How could he NOT respond like that?

He used to be your average Joe until it began. With a loving wife. A good job. Lots of friends. But then they began.

They were simple at first, and he just shrugged them off. But they became worse and that time has passed. No one would recognized the new Edward with the old one. His wife had even divorced him by this point, leaving him to languish in the asylum.

He was normally kept to himself after an incident where he maimed one of his fellow inmates suffering from an extreme case of nymphomania. He had nearly killed her, claiming her a 'Succubus out for his seed!'

But it seemed so real.

It felt so real....

 

[shadowoftheheart]

"Jane Doe"

OOC: For those keeping track, here is my character's chart:

Name: (Jane Doe) (real name unknown)
Age: Mid 20's (real age unknown)
Race: Caucassian
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Height: 120 lbs
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Diagnosis: Amnesia, Violent behavior likely due to anxiety, mute also likely due to anxiety.

Note: Has manifested no violent behavior since awakening this morning. Patient has in fact appeared dissosiative, reacting not at all or very little to any stimulation.

Currently undergoing false-memory implant therapy.

 

[Tseranc]

Dr. Roberts

Jack Roberts took the elevator up several floors to the experimental ward. HE made his way to the cell…err, room, with his newest Jane Doe.

Dr. Simone was in the room with the patient. She was a mean one…maybe he’d play good cop and let her do what she did. Might get him some…added benefits…that way.

He knocked lightly at the door, to get Simone’s attention; James could handle the girl for now.

“I need an update on this one.”

 

[blackopal19]

Name: Tiffany
Age: 21
Appearance: Slim waist but full chest and ample bottom. Long ans curly blond hair, blue eyes, classic barbie look....
Occupation: Nurse

other: SHe had all the appearance of a buxom young nurse graduate at her first job at a clinic. However, she was undercover, discovering secrets for an unamed European country....and she had excellent training in everything....

IC

Tiffany waved and smiled at the security guard that buzzed her in. Wearing a short tight white nurses uniform and sensual matching high heels. Her long thick curly hair was pinned up, with random curls falling delicately from her updo. She wore bright red lipstick and heavy black mascara.

Her shift had just started and she was a few minutes late. She hoped nobody else had noticed.

 

[Mister J]

O.O.C.

Hope this is okay...kinda wierd, but hopefully it fits the theme of the thread.

Name: Alex McCleod (pronounced Mick-Cloud)
Age: 18
Race: Caucassian
Gender: Unconfirmed
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 119
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Diagnosis: Delusional Psychosis, Mental Trauma

Character Image: Click Here

Brief Bio: "Lex", as she is called now, was your average 18 year old high school student. She hated school, loved to hang out with friends, etc etc...however she was known as Alex...a teenage boy.

The ad in the paper read "Need Cash? $1000 dollars for 2 hours of your time! Call Now!" So she did...and that's where things took a turn for the worse. The voice over the phone was that of a man, he called himself a doctor...at some asylum upstate. He was testing out a new drug he had developed and was looking for test subjects. He assured her that there would be no problems and that the drug was very very safe. Being the naive soul that she was...Lex went ahead and volunteered for the procedure.

Lex doesnt know any of this though, she was drugged...her memories gone. Now all she knows is her name and that she isnt an any ordinary girl. Lex has the figure of a teenage girl, the breasts, the thighs...even her facial features...however between her legs she is still very much a boy...

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I.C.

She awoke in her room, those amber eyes slowly fluttering open. The screaming down the hall had lost it's suprise, no longer scaring her like it did years before when she first found herself in this place. This lonely place was all she knew, at least, that is what she thought. She knew nothing of her previous life...her friends, her family...nothing.

What she did know was that the nurse would be around shortly, they always came around this time. In the two years she had been here, she never missed "pill time". What she didnt realize was that the doctor that did this to her was here, in this very asylum...she was his little failed experiment, left here to rot until she dies...hidden from the rest of the sane world.

She sat up in her bed, looking around and yawning a bit. She was kept in the upper levels of the asylum..the "Safe Wing" as it was called. The lowest level of security. Hardly any of the patients on this wing were violent...Lex sure wasnt.

She wore a white shirt, loose on her figure and a pair of blue panties that barely held in her "little something extra". She pulled up her socks, a pair of knee highs she always wore, and walked over to the door, looking out the window to see the blonde nurse strolling down the hall.

 

[Tseranc]

Doc roberts

AS he waited for Simone to finish up and deliver the report, he noticed the new Nurse, Tiffany, walk...no...strut,, by, and he gawked at every glorious second of it.

Damn, he'd have to get her somehow...

 

[blackopal19]

Tiffany could feel the gaze of the doctor on her as she walked past. She purposely swayed her hips a bit more seductively, giving him a curt little knowing smile.

SHe stopped and lightly thumbed through the files of the patients that she would see during the day.

 

[scribe_m]

"Doctor Roberts, as much as you enjoy your job, it would be unwise for you to lose it first," Said Simone. "We have your patient in Room #11. James is the male nurse who can help you, and he's already given her an injection. She didn't notice when he did that. I understand you have some... unique methods of interacting with your patients? James, grit your teeth and look menacing for the man."

Dr. Roberts and Simone looked at James.

"Well, that will have to do," Simone continued. "Here's her profile. James is in your service. Good luck. Tiffany, you're late, but that does not make any difference. Our patients will not complain. Please make your rounds. Their profiles are on clipboards near my desk, as is any supplies you might need. If you need a male nurse, Marc is at your disposal. Please use him as necessary."

OOC: Oops Posted this one after Tiffany's. Tseranc, Shadow, and myself talked about writing together offline. Sorry about that!


Scribe.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

The mist cleared, and I saw a new person at the door, talking to the other two that had been talking at me.

I shrugged. Actually, I didn't. I wouldn't have even without the straitjacket. I did wonder who this new prick was and if he was worth worrying about.

I blinked, and my expression set to neutral.

Maybe this new person would finally get me out of this straightjacket.

 

[Auras3124]

Name: Greg Nolen
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130
Hair: dark brown, almost black
Eyes: Brown
Diagnosis: schitzophrenic

ic:
Greg sat in the dark little room, not minding or noticing the dark. He most likely didn't notice because he was in yet another heated argument between his "selves".

"You asshole, look where we are now... this is your fault," He said, his voice harsh and deep.

"Like hell it is! You were the one that butted in when I was trying to deal with that counselor who was already curious!" another voice came back with, not quite as deep, but just as angry.

"Well you weren't convincing her we were like everyone else, so I had to say something!" the first voice answered.

"Ugh... I'm not going through this with you again..." the second replied.

 

[blackopal19]

"Thank you Doctor, I won't let it happen again."

She waited untill it seemed he was done, and then slipped into the doctor's office to get the 'files' on the patients. She soon located the files, and then, making sure no one was around, quickly skimmed through the papers littering the top of his desk. Not finding what she was looking for, she carefully placed the papers as she had found them, and grabbed her clipboard. She would look more in depth later....

She met Mark outside the office and blew him a teasing kiss. She loved to mess with guys like that. He smiled and blushed and looked down at the floor. Such a shy guy.

"Well who should we see first?"

She asked as she flipped through the files on her clipboard.

 

[blacke]

Jon Moore walked the empty hallways of the Asylum at night. He worked the graveyard shift as a guard. Between the nutty shrinks and wacked out psyche jobs locked up here he really didn't enjoy his job. It paid the bills however.

He travelled the dark halls at night with his trusty flashlight. Checking doors locked, common areas secure, patients in their cells, doctors and nurses working late. He kept everyone safe. Deep down he had a need to be the hero in a epic saga. This asylum was his saga.

When he flashed his light in a patients cell he often wondered what they thought. What did they dream?

 

[Tseranc]

Doc Roberts

"Doctor Roberts, as much as you enjoy your job, it would be unwise for you to lose it first," Said Simone. "We have your patient in Room #11. James is the male nurse who can help you, and he's already given her an injection. She didn't notice when he did that. I understand you have some... unique methods of interacting with your patients? James, grit your teeth and look menacing for the man."

Man, was she always so up tight?

“Thank you Doctor, I’d hate to keep you away from your duties any longer, I’m sure James and I could manage this one. I didn’t rally expect her to be very responsive to much of anything so soon after her…treatment…”

He glanced back down the hall in time to see that nurse Tiffany capture every man’s attention within sight.

“James, get her out of that jacket, but make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. I’m going for a coffee real quick, I can’t be working this late without some caffeine.”

 

[shadowoftheheart]

James and ???

James turns to me, with a strange look on his face. I sit there.

He begins to unbuckle my straight jacket. About time! I start feeling better, as my arms come free, then I feel the jacket loosen, then come off.

Much better. I can move now, and I do so, stretching my arms, standing and stretching my legs.

He is watching me. Closely. Yes, the jumper I'm wearing does cling to me closely, doesn't it?

I smile, and walk over to James. He looks panicked for a moment. Just a moment though.

I caress his cheek, and his look turns to surprise.

I run my other hand along his shoulders, up his neck, and run them through the hair on the back of his head. I lean in close, and I see his look change again. He is grinning, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Funny ... he never loses that expression even after I break his neck.

Or when I lower his dead body to the ground. Well, I assume he's dead. I don't really care, as long as he's down.

I search the body, and find what I am looking for: A big ring with lots and lots of jingly keys on it!

I grin very widely, an almost childlike expression, as I pad out into the hallway on my bare feet. Up, down, I look and the hallway is empty. Time for some fun!

Ok, this direction. That will work. To the next door. I try one, two, three keys before the door opens.

Hmmm. Awful dark in here? Are there two patients in here? Male. Okay, so be it.

I chuckle silently, and move down to the next door. First key, and it opens. Delightful!

I peek in. "GET THEM OFF ME!!!"

Oh dear no! I keep moving, not bothering to close the door. That wackjob isn't going anywhere!

Next door. Oh, hello! A friend! She is cowering in the corner, trying to get away from herself it looks like. Yes, she is fidgeting as much as she can. Poor thing! Hmm.. So many more doors! So many more keys! Let's try another one!

Oh, this room is too dark! And that smell! That familiar smell. Too familiar. No, no, don't want that! No, no not now! Keep in control. That's it. Keep your place. No, don't give in. Good girl.

Hmm. My friend down the hall probably can't do that. I should close this door again ... Nah, fuck it.

Back down the hall. Pretty.

I walked toward her. I held my hand open, showing her there was nothng in it. Close, slowly, crouching down in front of her, slowly putting my hand toward her like I would with a puppy-dog.

Don't be afraid little pretty. I wish I could speak. See, sniff my hand, I am a friend. See?

 

[Jewelskye]

Skye's mismatched eyes lifted as the door opened the first time. She caught a glimpse of a young woman. Atleast, she thought it was a young woman. Her eyes stung and burned from the light, making her vision blurry and unfocused. Her first thought was that the woman was going to come in and poke her with another needle. Those needles hurt, and they usually made her all sleepy and woozy.

No, no... not again, not again, not again... no, no... not again, not again, not again... came the words, muttered over and over in a shaky voice inside her head.

But then the woman was gone. Confusion reigned over Skye as she sat there, staring at the door through wide, unknowing eyes. During the period of time it took the woman to come back, Skye's body shifted so she could watch the door closer, afraid of what might come through it if she didn't pay attention.

Her body turned, so that she was facing the door, but her forhead returned to her knees after a while, sore eyes closing as tears slid down her cheeks from the pain in them. Again, came the humming. That lonely, forlorn, soft, unintelligable tune murmured through full lips.

The rocking started once more, and she found herself curling up again, trying to escape from herself and the room around her once more.

Smell.. This slave knows that smell... the voice uttered in her mind, and her eyes lifted once more. Once more, just intime to see the figure of that young woman return.

Skye watched as the blurry figure knelt, and watched as she moved toward her, hand outstretched. Her master had done this when he wished her near enough for him to touch her. Old instincts kicked in and she leaned forward, legs parting until she was shifting to be kneeling infront of the other woman. The woman she could now see was only somewhat older than her.

She bowed her head, eyes closing as she gently nudged the hand with her head, a soft purr-like noise coming from her throat.

Yes.. yes, this is right... this... touch... soft... right... And all was at peace in that moment.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Awwwww!!! So she's a kitten. How precious!

Now, this straght-jacket has to come off!

I stroke her hair -- sweet thing! -- and wish I had my voice back so I could coo to her. Back? Did I ever have a voice? Ah well!

Now, how did James do it? Hmmm... unbuckle that there... I think that worked. I think her arms are looser. OK, now that one. Yeah, that's it. There, there and there.

Get this thing off you little one. Hmmm. Not so little I guess. Wonder what her malfunction is? Kitten. Kitten. Kneeling kitten? Whatever.

She's a free kitten now, and I toss the straightjacket away from her, and give her hair a few more gentle caresses.

Hmmm... I wonder if this one could help me?

I raise the keys, grinning. Jingle. Jingle jingle!

I stand up, rattling the keys and beckoning to Kitten to come on, stand up and follow. If she will.

Of course ... is she safe out there? Hmmm. Mr. Horny in the next room might be a problem. Wackjob's no big deal, just makes annoying sounds. The Two? Probably no danger. I doubt they could agree amongst himself what they should do.

But .. dammit! So many more doors to try!

Come on Kitten! Lets go have fun!