Block #5, Cell #40- Stephen Lore

[Benny Boot]

The cell is smaller, but has enough room to add a bed or two if he were to get a bunk-mate. The room has a light slider, not a light switch, since the quick flash of light will make Stephen go ape-shit. So the lights only go to a warm glow. In the room is a recliner chair, his bed, and a small TV with a DVD player with a stack of Crime/cop TV show and movie DVDs, which he are addicted to. He has two window to the outside, but they have curtains over them.

[Benny Boot]

There were two guards outside of Stephen Lore's cell, it was medicine time and they figured he would just take them and that would be the end of it. They were extremely wrong. He had so far thrown the pills back into one of their faces, spit at one and took a bite at the other's hand. So they contacted one of the doctors and prayed that she might be able to take care of him. Stephen on the other hand had gone invisible and was where he was always, in his reclining chair in pitch black, watching his shows. He didn't need medicine, its how they got him, how they got him to be a slave for the government, and he wasn't going to be a slave.

[Ilsa]

The doctor clicked up to the cell, a worried wrinkle marring her perfect forehead. Her honey hair was braided in a smooth plait down one arm, and the pockets of her lab coat were flooding with basic necessities, like bandaids or a plastic rack of sedatives. She anxiously clutched his folder to her chest, using the code and her badge to enter the cell. "Stephen?" She called.

[Benny Boot]

The guards let out a small sigh of relief when she showed up and they quickly got out of her way and one left to get his hand bandaged up while the other stayed. Stephen stayed real quiet when he heard Dr. Rievers showed up and tried to curl up into his chair. He did not want her to find him and currently he was no where to be seen at the least. They show kept rolling on though as he forgot to turn it off and she could see his shadow in the chair with what light did come from tv.

[Ilsa]

"Would you like the lights up a bit, Stephen?" She asked, gently sliding the light slightly more bright. She clicked softly into the room. "You shouldn't give the guards such grief. They can take away your televisions you resist."

[Benny Boot]

"Th-they tried to give me medicine." He whispered as he began to show again on the chair. He looked slightly transparent and then finally, full again. He didn't loosen up at all and as the lights went on he tightened his muscles even more. "Turn off the lights." He whispered even quieter. His hair was in front of his face and there was a pile of empty, crushed soda cans next to his chair. Stephen had not been out to the outside in at least a week, maybe two.

[Ilsa]

She tsked lightly, turning down the lights, letting him feel comfortable. "What's wrong with the medicine?" she asked calmly, still maintaining her distance, letting him explain himself. Sometimes, the guards were too rough with prisoners. She noticed the cans. He looked a mess; when had he last been coerced to the showers?

[Benny Boot]

"T-they're the one that let them take control over me, they let those guards and the g-government use me like they always do." Stephen muttered loud enough to be heard. He was a very soft spoken man, he never let his voice get any higher than a pig whisper, and when he yells, it more like a person talking normally. "I am a free man, they don't get to control me." He was staring at a certain bit of the wall, never making eye contact with and one of Stephen's hands were picking at a scab.

[Ilsa]

She tsked very gently, keeping her location. "Stephen," she reminded, "You're in prison for endangering other human beings. The medication is meant to relax you and allow you to think before you act. Tell me, what do you remember doing the last time you were dosed with medication? Did something really take control of you?" If the medication had an adverse effect, maybe they could switch his meds to make him more comfortable.

[Benny Boot]

"I-i-i.." He thought for a moment, what did happen last time he take medication? He loosened slightly as he looked a little bit towards the doctor. "I..don't know..they must have got rid of my memory..thats it." He knew it was a ploy, it was always a ploy by those peolpe to get him to do what they want. He wasn't curled into a ball anymore but was still scrunched onto the chair, which looked strange as he was quite the lanky fellow. "You cant make me take it..no one can. I know your tricks." He really didn't know their tricks, he just prayed that was enough for her to leave him alone so he could go back to his show. The more he thought about the more he didn't know what he id when he took medication, which was maybe two weeks ago.

[Ilsa]

She skimmed his file. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a while? Not in arm's reach. I just want to check if there's a suitable substitute for your medication if you have such a strong mental reaction to it." She knelt on the floor, tapping her chin. "You're currently taking injections, aren't you? I believe there's some pills you can take. Completely different formula, but it should work," she pointed out. "Would that be better?"

[Benny Boot]

He didn't say anything for a minute, trying his best to stay resilient to his thinking, to Sarge's thinking but it was starting to waver. "Pills?" He stared a little closer, this was the best he could do about looking someone in the eye, slowly making his way to their face the longer they talked. "I don't know. I don't want medication. Medicine is all bad. Medicine makes you compliant, Being compliant is bad. Then the men in suits get you." In all honesty, Stephen was just rambling to once again be left alone, that was his goal all along. He reach up to rub one of his eyes and his leg "folded" out and landed on the floor again. "So, no pills, no shots, no nothing."

[Ilsa]

"Hmm. That's problematic. Meeting with you could clash with my schedule." She tapped at her chin. "Have you discussed your inhibitions with the psychologist? We don't want to force you to take your meds if we don't have to. It would be better to help you realize that there's nothing the government or we want to do to you, just to keep you and those around you safe. Oh, what show is that?"

[Benny Boot]

"P-pyschologist don't like talking too me. Call me insane. But Im not insane, they're insane. For me to be crazy means I have to have something wrong with me, and there is nothing wrong with me. Sarge opened my eyes." He stopped his rant when she asked about his show. For the the first time since she arrived, he gave a small smile. "It is nice show, it is about cops finding the murderers. Very exciting, very nice show. I don't like talking to peolpe, I like my shows." He had given her a quick glance, his dull blue eyes stare at her for a moment, getting what she looked like that quickly looking away.

[hairyfurnacedemon]

(Really quick~ I love him! I was actually making a character that seems to be pretty like Stephen personality-wise, though... Nora acts a good deal different. I wanted to ask if you'd be comfortable with Stephen and Nora sharing a cell??? This is what he looks like:
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[Ilsa]

She tapped her chin. Sarge was a horrible influence on this prisoner. "I like NCIS," she offered, "but, who is this Sarge you speak of?" She wondered, sitting back to relax. She wasn't using her quirk. She didn't need to. She wanted him to chose the meds if he wanted them. Maybe have someone sit by him through their lasting effects to keep him grounded.

[Benny Boot]

"NCIS is good. 330 episodes. Very good show. Favorite is Blue Bloods, has Tom Selleck, 155 episodes." He frowned when the doctor mentioned Sarge, how did she know about him too? Did she get her eyes opened too? "Sarge taught me about the world, its evil. So I have to be evil. Hurt peolpe to be good. That is only way. Government wants to control everything, have to cause anarchy to make things right. Thats what Sarge says." His eyes had slowly went back to the wall, he wasn't comfortable looking at peolpe, especially ones peolpe considered to be pretty.

(I wouldnt mind at all, just dont mess with Stephen's tv or chair and he wouldnt mind anouther person.)

[hairyfurnacedemon]

(Of course! Nora isn't much of a TV person anyway, and he prefers sitting on the floor, in the corner of a room. They definitely won't end up getting in each other's way. Nora's very much...like a cat. He kinda sticks to himself. Although, he does have another side to him. You'll see once I post him! He's a pretty...complex character.)

[Ilsa]

She tsked her tongue. "Magnum P.I. Was the best Tom Selleck one. Did you see the Sunrise? Best episode." She was very disturbed. He was evil? Self proclaimed? Time to test that. "If you truly believed you had to be evil to bring peace and goodness, wouldn't you have attacked me? It seems to me that evil only begets evil. Say, hypothetically, you attack me. Kill me. My family is broken, bent on revenge and hatred. Your evil solves nothing."

[Benny Boot]

"No, no, no. I don't hurt peolpe. Only if Sarge tells me. Sarge tells me to hurt peolpe a lot. Magnum P.I, 8 seasons. Very nice. I don't like peolpe, peolpe don't like me. I don't touch peolpe unless Sarge tells me too. Evil dosent beat evil, You have to be better evil, Sarge would kill every one, He will open more eyes. That's what he said. Sarge knows best." He mumbled to himself as he stared slowly to the ceiling than whipped down to the floor, his other foot was on the ground now and looked slightly more relaxed but was still very fidgety and finicky.

[Ilsa]

She tilted her head to one side. "I don't suppose... Sarge would explain that goodness beats evil, too? That's why we have prisons, to try to stop the evil in the world. Good beats evil better than evil beats evil," she suggested, "At least, from what I've seen. Can you give me an example, perhaps, of how a greater evil might beat a lesser, for good?" He seemed to be calming somewhat.

[Benny Boot]

"Genghis Khan, He was evil, took all of China and m-made it prosper." He spoke as though he was an expert on the topic. That was one that Sarge had drilled into his head of an example and a role model that Stephen should look at. "He, He says prisons are for the government to hide away all the peolpe who would try to make the world better. He is in prison now, This prison. I don't get to see him, he is away, far away." He was not calming as much giving the doctor enough trust that he wouldn't try to bite her hand off like he tried with the guard. "Also Stalin, Stalin beat Hitler in World War 2, Stalin was very evil, but beat a bigger evil, for good."

[Ilsa]

She nodded. "I see," she frowned. "Everyone in Genghis Khan's empire lived in fear, in a tyranny, and countless people died just so he could act in his own self-interests," she pointed out, not pressing her ideas on him, but having a nice little psycho conversation. "Prisons, from my perspective, if you'll forgive me, are to put away those who would harm innocents, to keep people safe. I think it's a more effective way for goodness than allowing evil to run amuck and kill." She sighed.

[Benny Boot]

"B-but They prospered." His voice was wavering, he didn't know what he was even saying at this point he was just rambling. His eyes had drooped to a darker green color as he slowly looked at you, this time he didn't look away. "I still won't take medicine. I watch my show now." He spoke quickly and the face the tv again. Stephen let out a yawn as he rubbed his eyes, he was tired, as always, but knew he couldn't go asleep, once he was asleep they would snatch him up and turn him back into a puppet. They show that was running was Bones, and he had a small smile on his face as he opened another can of soda that was on his chair.

[Ilsa]

She shrugged. "What is money or prosperity without freedom or happiness?" she countered, standing and scooping up the file. "I'd reconsider that decision," she sighed, "You've been declared mentally incompetent to decide what medications are necessary or unnecessary. I believe insanity was the plea? I'm uncertain. I won't force you, but I would encourage you to consider switching to the pill forms. I would volunteer to remain by you for your first experience, that way you could ensure that nothing was taking over your brain," she pointed out. It wasn't ridiculing at all; this was reality for him.

[Benny Boot]

"I take medicine, they force me too, but I stay in here, they will make me take medicine, It doesn't matter." He frowned and sat there for a moment in contemplation. "Give me your p-p-pills, I don't want guards' medicine." You could tell he didn't like it at all. "I am here forever, I hurt thoughs peolpe, Sarge told me too. I am not insane." He looked back at you, his eyes even duller and green-er. He grumbled and very slowly stood up. He was quite tall and nothing but skin and bones. He was in some very wrinkly and dirty prison outfit. He also smelled like stale ginger ale.

[Ilsa]

"Do you want to visit the showers and clean up first?" she asked, surprised at his height when he stood, despite knowing it from his folder. He could use a change of clothes and a shower. She didn't have the medication on her, but she could get it quickly while he cleaned up, she hoped.

[Benny Boot]

He looked at her and took a deep sigh. "Do I have to? Showers are very weird. I don't like showers." He had a frown on his face now as he picked up his drink that he opened and took a large gulp out of it. "Im taking my soda..Its nice. I ave lot of soda, would you like one?" He bent over and picked up a fresh can as they were quite a few around. He was close to addicted to ginger ale, Stephen doesn't even know why he likes it, he just does and spends most of his credits on the stuff.

[Ilsa]

"Showers are weird?" she asked, tilting her head. "I thought they had private showers in the bathrooms as well," she pointed out. "I'm afraid you don't need to, but I'd really recommend it. You could get really sick from a lack of hygiene." She stuck her hand out and accepted the can of a drink. "While you shower, I'll get you pills and some fresh bedsheets." Maybe if his cell was cleaned and organized, he might feel a little more comfortable. His screen could be polished, the cans stacked and the trash removed, the DVDs organized by series on a shelf, and the bed made cleanly and crisply. It might rehabilitate him, hopefully.

[Benny Boot]

He frowned and let out another sigh. "F-f-fine, but I won't like it." He frowned as the guard came back in, just checking to make sure no one had died. Stephen gave he an a deadly glare but said nothing, feeling already very uncomfortable from being away from his chair. He really didn't want to do this, but he felt that, even though the doctor said he had a choice, Stephen knew he really didn't. "L-let's get this over with.." He put his hands into his pocket and hunched down a little.

[Ilsa]

The instant he was off to take his shower, she pulled out her phone and dialled the services to get the pills and fresh sheets. She darted to a supply closet and personally trashed his used cans, ripping the dirty sheets from the bed, and organizing his dvds and tapes neatly on the shelf under the tv screen. She stacked the cans by flavor in easy reach of the chair, and then watched as the janitors came in and swept briefly, making the bed. It was probably the first time in ages people had been able to clean this place up without worrying about his reaction. Thinking something might be missing, the doctor took a final knit blanket in dark green from the janitor, spreading it over the couch. The meds came shirtly after, in a little orange twist cap bottle.

[Benny Boot]

Stephen did NOT enjoy himself. The shower was gross and he had to get naked, something he really didn't like doing ever. Than the water was freezing cold and Stephen didnt know how to make it warmer. When he got out, his old clothes had been replaced and he felt strange without his long shirt underneath the normal jumpsuit. So by the time he got back to his room, he was already pretty upset. Then he actually saw his room. He stood there, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly. He couldn't even speak.

[Ilsa]

For a moment, the way he was staring, she thought he might actually be upset. He did look grumpy. His stuff likely wasn't stolen; just gone to be put through the wash. It hadn't been cleaned in a while, either. She rubbed her hands against her lab jacket. "It was a pinch, but I had the place taken care of. I also asked for another pack of ginger ale to be sent up." Was he going to get mad? Probably. She hoped not.

[Benny Boot]

"M-m-my..." He stuttered a little as the cell door shut behind him and he jumped, his body disappearing in a flash. He stayed disappeared for a while and then you hear a small huff out of Stephen and then he reappeared in the exact same spot. "Wh-why did you change all my stuff?" He looked at her for a moment. Feeling like that his room had been tainted slightly but he did have to admit, beyond his insanity and in a moment of clarity, knew it was best if he had his room cleaned up.

[Ilsa]

She shrugged. "I didn't move a single thing. I organized and cleaned," she pointed out. "You have the exact same items and commodities, but probably a significantly larger amount of comfort," she said, feeling antsy. "I also sent a request for more ginger ale, because you decided to at least try the pills. I'll stay with you, and we can watch one of your shows, so you can see that you're completely lucid under medication."

[Benny Boot]

"B-but you moved all my stuff." Where was his pile of cans? and why did everything look so bright? Then Stephen realized the curtains were opened and he walked over very slowly and shut them, not touching her in any way. "I-eh-if I have too." He was walking very carefully. He had refused to wear shoes so his feet were bare as he made his way to his chair and saw a blanket on it. He frowned and very slowly took a seat.

[Ilsa]

She felt that maybe she had done something wrong. "You don't like it. I hadn't thought that you wouldn't like it." That muccj was honest. It had been a pig's sty! "I apologize for rearranging and cleaning your personal area. It was shortsighted of me." She bowed in a light and proper way, treating him more like an equal than a prisoner. She was good at her job.

[Benny Boot]

His lucid self almost came out of his mouth as he spoke, he spoke lest fidgety and smoother, like a normal man his age, which is pretty close to her own. "Its fine. I'm just not use to it." His eyes had settled to a chocolate brown color but went all wild again after he spoke and sat there for a little bit, just trying to get use to it all and shook his head, like there was something on him. "I-its n-not nice, not like my shows. Im gonna watch my show now." He stood up really quickly and stopped and tried to figure out which dvd is which.

[Ilsa]

She nodded, then gently came over. "Here's how I organized them," she pointed out, keeping at least two feet of distance between them. "The seasons are in order and grouped together. Police and detective shows are in this cabinet, action and fantasy in this one, and animations are in the third. There were a few outliers, so I let those out, so you can put them where you like." She knew he had to take his pills, but she wouldn't press him.

[Benny Boot]

His hands went really quickly, moving all the dvds around until he was satisfied. They were completely out of order but in his madness they were perfect. He pulled out a random one and with slightly fumbling fingers got the disc into the player and carefully sat down in his chair again. "It's time to watch my show." He grabbed his can that he kept in his pocket and popped it open and took a drink.

[Ilsa]

She passed him the bottle. Two tiny white circular pills rattled at the bottom. "Here."

[Benny Boot]

He looked at them, you could see a mix of fear and disturbance as he grabbed the bottle and stared at it. "O-okay..here g-goes nothing." He shakily opened the bottle and popped them in his mouth and drink down to half his can as he tried to keep from throwing them away. "Pills not good, bad, get them out, not good." He was scared now as he tried to get himself to gag. His "training" kicked back in, telling him that pills were the absolute worse.

[Ilsa]

She reached forward, taking hold of the fingers of his right hand. "You're okay," she said, pouring her power into him. She had the ability to calm someone. To make them think rationally, or to sleep. She didn't want him asleep. She just wanted him out of his panic. "You are fine. Just look, just watch your show. Nothing bad is happening to you."

[Benny Boot]

The moment she touched him he whipped around and yanked his hand out and punched her arm as hard as he could. "Don't touch me. No one touch me, touching is bad. You're gonna hurt me. Sarge says no one touch me, except Sarge." He said, trying to show some kind of strength but did appear to be calmer. Slightly. At least he wasn't trying to gag himself to get the pills out because now he was focusing on making sure you didn't touch him.

[Ilsa]

She bit back a cry, clutching her arm, where it would almost certainly bruise. She scuttled back quickly, lurching to her feet in a sudden fight-or-flight reflex. Regardless of if he was calmer, a spark flashed in her eyes. She banged on the door. "I'm ready to leave." He could deal with his medications on his own; she was willing to help until he struck her. She wouldn't be abused.

[Benny Boot]

He looked at his show then back at her. Unsure of what to do. He never knew what to do. But what he did do he knew was bad.He clutched his head and curled back into a ball and if you could hear him he was apologizing very quietly and quickly. "Im sorry, Im sorry. I don't know I did, Im sorry." So on and so forth. His lucid self turned on again, like a switch and he sat calmly and with a frown, spoke. "I am sorry. I don't know what got into me, I don't know why I hit you, b-but." Hetried the urge to fall back into the insanity, his eyes again fixed on the brown color. "I don't know what I can do but I am sorry." He had stood up at this point but had sat back down gently.

[Ilsa]

She shuddered. "I'm going to leave you," she said, "But I forgive you. I will be back. If you really are sorry, I want you to pay attention to your shows and memorize what happens. That way, when the medicine wears off, you will know that it hasn't done anything except to relax you slightly," she pointed out. "I don't want to be struck for trying to help you," she pointed out, "And I will not grab you to abuse you or tie you down, merely to try to calm you and reassure you. Please realize where you are, and please understand that there are people who can help you, even here."

[Benny Boot]

He had gone back to his madness, sitting into the chair, completely ignoring every word you said, even though his lucid self did hear you and was getting stronger. His mind was a constant battlefield against the same person, whether that person was a complete lunatic and conspirator or if he was a normal guy who had been dealt a shit hand in life. ¨Okay, okay. leave. I am going to watch show.¨ He said, eyes glued to the screen and his entire body scrunched up into the chair. His madness had won for now, he never did take the pills, he was currently gumming them so they would not be seen. Sarge was always right, they would use anything to put the pills in him and turn him back into the slave he was. Sarge trained him well but you could see the pills a little bit, poking out of his cheeks.

[Ilsa]

He successfully got out of taking his pills that time, then. She thought she had sort of gotten a relationship going with that guy, but then he'd attacked her. She wasn't a guard, just a psychologist and a doctor. It wasn't safe for her to be solo with prisoners, so she quickly absconded, thinking he was going to watch the show and prove to himself that the pills did nothing. She was actually shaking like crazy.

[Benny Boot]

(welp. guess thats it. that was fun.)