Block #5, Cell #40- Stephen Lore

[Ilsa]

((Yeah. A skip might help. :D))

[Benny Boot]

((Like how long?))

[Ilsa]

((Two weeks?))

[Benny Boot]

((Okay, I actually dont know how to even start this.))

[Ilsa]

A certain lady doctor had been assigned to rounds in this cell. She was very aware of Stephen being among these she had to check and try to patch up with injuries. Funny thing, almost everyone had scratches here and there from things that were definitely "not" fights, so medical rounds were normal in these dangerous cells. She stopped by Stephen's cell, taking a deep breath, then let the guard admit her.

[Benny Boot]

Stephen was in the corner of his room, staring at the ceiling. He had been pleasent the last few days because he didnt have to talk to no one, he just sat in his room and occasionally nodded off to sleep. He had remembered the doctor as the woman who tried to give him the evil pills and he about fell for it so Stephen was very cross at her. As the door swung open he disappeared, not wanting anyone to see him. SHe would walk into an empty cell.

[Ilsa]

By now, she'd researched him a little more, and she knew his ability. Sighing, she sat in his chair and flipped on the television, counting on him to reveal himself.

[Benny Boot]

The moment she touched his chair he got up and reappeared in a flash, an angry look on his face. ¨Get out of my chair.´´ He sounded more like a child who got his sucker stolen. ¨Its my chair, get out of my chair.¨ He crossed his arms and sat on his bed with a huff. ¨Go away, your the evil doctor.¨ his mind twisted his first meeting with you to her trying to make him take the bad pills and tricked him, but he was smarter so when she left he had spit them under his bed, where they still were.

[Ilsa]

She stood up, obliging. "I didn't think you would mind, as you weren't even in the room," she pointed out with a slight smile. Inwardly, she was anxious. He'd already proven that he was willing to go violent at the slightest provocation. Her heart was already pounding, blood racing. "I'm doing rounds in this block, to make sure everyone is all right. And how in the world am I evil?"

[Benny Boot]

"Your evil because you tried to give me the sleepy pills. They are evil and you tried to give me it so you are evil." Stephen stayed a good distance away from her, not wanting her anywhere near him. "I am all right. So now you can go." He began to pick at a scab on his hand as he stared at her, his kaleidoscope eyes going all sorts of colors. "And I was here, I was just in the dark where no one can see me, I don't like to be seen."

[Ilsa]

"Those were pills for hallucinations and dementia. They would calm you and address your problem discerning reality from fantasy," she clarified, standing near the door, comfortable herself being a good distance away. "Do you mind if I put some neosporin and a bandaid on that, or are bandaids of the devil?" she asked, trying to jest to keep herself from freaking out.

[Benny Boot]

"Band-aids are okay, nothing is from the devil. The devil is just a conception of why peolpe do bad things, but peolpe do bad things because they are bad or trying to fix the world. I-i..." Stephen took a breath and pulled up one of the sleeves of his shirt. There was a nasty looking cut there from his attempt to learn how things worked, he tried fiddling with his bed and a piece of metal to the box cut him. "You can t-t-touch me if you can fix my arm. N-no pills, I dont want hallucinations or dementia." He frowned and prepared himself to be touched by another person. He didn't know why peolpe wanted to put their grubby hands on one anouther, but he found it gross.

[Ilsa]

She pursed her lips. "All right. Sit in your chair." She shifted off her doctor's jacket, so he wouldn't suspect her of bringing injections. She removed a sanitized needle and thread from her medical kit, as well as some antiseptic-antibiotic. "If you don't want anything for the pain, it will hurt," she pointed out, spinning once, slowly, so he could see that she wasn't up to trouble.

[Benny Boot]

He didn't really want to move, but his lucid self took over. As his eye color settled he got up and very calmly and carefully took a seat in the chair, watching you doing exactly what you would thin he was, making sure you didn't have any sort of anything on you. He set his arm with the nasty cut and on the arm rest and took a deep breath. "Hurry before the training kicks back in. I don't want to hit you again but its hard to keep it away." His voice sounded slightly diffrent, less jumpy and like he was having a hard time controlling his voice and more calm and with a bit of an accent to it. He looked to you and nodded.

[Ilsa]

She pursed her lips. He had just threatened to strike her again; honestly, he should probably be restrained for his stitching. Anxiously, she darted forward and spread the cream over his arm, threading the needle. She didn't ask twice, gently and quickly stitching his flesh together. "I'll put a bandage on in just a minute. I'll be quick, so you won't feel pain long."

[Benny Boot]

"Its fine. God dammit i t its coming back." He closed his eyes and breathed trying his dammit to be lucid for like 10 more minutes, but the madness constantly tried to take control. "You might want to get out, the other will be mad you touched him. Pills, do you have those pills?" He tried to remember where he left the ones he spit out. "I need those pills, I have to stay sane longer." He was in a constant fight in his body, sine his long exposure away from Sarge, his mind was forming a second personality of sorts, his crazy self and him normally.

[Ilsa]

She darted to the jacket, took some more pills out, then pressed them into his hands. "I'll be gone," she told him, snatching up her things. He was stitched, but he still needed the bandage! "If you feel well enough, I'll wait outside for a while. I'll bandage you when you're ready." He heart pounded in her chest; she felt like every move was the wrong one.

[Benny Boot]

He quickly popped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them without water. His eyes were still closed and he was taking deep breaths. "Thank You, Doctor." He whispered as he kept all his focus on keeping the medicine down. His insanity wanted to thrash around and spit the pills out and ensure that Sarge's training survives but it looked like his sanity was still there. His hands were gripping the armrests until his knuckles turned white and after about 30 minutes he took a very deep breath and relaxed. "D-doctor?" He called out. "I think I will be okay for awhile. You can finish patching me up." He had a small smile on his face, it was a small victory to him that he got to take the pills.

[Ilsa]

Once called, she entered, wary. She pulled a roll of bandages from her pocket, as well as the anti-septic antibiotic. She rubbed the cool, stinging cream into the wound, then wound the bandages about his wound. "Are you well?" She asked, while she worked, fingers nimble and swift.

[Benny Boot]

"Much better. I am sorry for striking you, I do not know why I did, the other is sensitive to touch." He grimaced a little from the cream but sat as still as he could as the doctor worked. That was his first thought when he was sane, to apologize for what he has done. He looked up at her, getting really for the first time to actually see it as his other self would't look at her.

[Ilsa]

She tossed her hair, knowing not to take for granted this sanity. It could be real or pretend. It could be a trap or a ploy for escape. She was perched lightly on her toes, as if to flee at any moment, and tied off the bandage gebtly but firmly. She pulled quickly away. "How is that?"

[Benny Boot]

"I don't know, and it terrifies me." He frowned and after a moment he looked away from the woman and rubbed his eyes. Stephen was just trying to think of how Sarge made him so sensitive to touch. "Thank you for fixing my wound, the other wouldn't of let me do it if I didn't force him." He spoke as if he was two peolpe in one body, which partially is true.

[Ilsa]

She nodded her head, tilting her noggin and squinting slightly. "How does it work, if you don't mind me asking? The other, and sarge, and that?" she asked, "I don't understand."

[Benny Boot]

"S-sarge was..sarge was a vile man, he tortured me. Then the other showed up and I was left in the dark, for so long, but now, now I have some power over the other and he won't hurt me as I have power over the other and Sarge." He smiled a little bit, only a little bit though as he stared down at his feet. This version of Stephen was a broken and quiet man but he seemed like he was trying to fix himself at the least.

[Ilsa]

"Was Sarge a real person, or an internal demon?" she asked, seemingly not understanding of any of this. She blinked a little. "Do you think you can stay like this? Stay sane, understanding of what happened and how to better yourself?" She was only trying to help.

[Benny Boot]

"Real, very real. He is here...h-his name is Jack...I think." Stephen voice quivered a little and to answer the other question, he gave her a slight shake of his head. If he had these pills, maybe he can but it was a long shot, the other would get stronger. "I don't want to talk about this a-any more.." He rubbed his arm, trying to not show he was terrified of the other.

[Ilsa]

The lady nodded her head. "So, what do you like to do? Not the one who hides. Not the suspicious one. Who are you?" she asked, "How can I help you?"

[Benny Boot]

"Books are nice..I like to draw as well." He shrugged a little as he tried to think about what else he enjoyed to do. "My name is Lore. That is all I really remember, except for the dark place." The dark place wasn't something he would talk about, that would be the dingy basement where he was kept. "You can't help me...I lost myself a while ago." He again shrugged and looked to his screen, where some random show was on.

[Ilsa]

"Would you like a sketchbook?" Probably crayons or dull soft graphite for writing instruments. She didn't know why, but this guy needed more mental health than imprisonment. "I can get you drawing things, if you like, and some books?" She knew he was probably staring at the screen... lost, again.

[Benny Boot]

"Y-yes please." He did really enjoy to draw, it was the only thing he could do to past the time, as long as he ws in control. Lore grabbed the tv remote and turned off the screen, he needed to get his mind of that damn tv which the other care so much about."I like drawing. and painting." His favorite was painting, he grew up watching thoughs really boring painters and found them absolutely fascinating.

[Ilsa]

"Paints are less sharp. Is that okay?" She asked, blinking her eyes quckly. "You have to behave, okay? Privileges are taken as negative reinforcement."

[Benny Boot]

He nodded and then shook his head. "I can't have them then. The other will get out and then he will take them away." He frowned and curled his body up, less like his insane self and more like a child scared of the dark. Lore looked up at you gave a small smile. "I really crazy, aren't I?" He knew what he did, it was an awful terrible thing and he couldn't change it.

[Ilsa]

"Yeah, you're crazy. But hopefully you're smart enough to just relax and heal yourself. You have to be making some progress, right?" She smiled back at him, "I could list it as a therapy that is required," she offered, "if that helps."

[Benny Boot]

"I don't know, anytime I manage to have control, The other gets stronger and more evil." He let his body go back to normal, as you confirmed that he was in fact crazy. "I do not know how long I will have control, the other will make sure I can't get out as easy as I did." Lore sniffed and looked to be drawing a symbol on his hand over and over with his finger. "It wont help, it will still be taken away, or the other will destroy it."

[Ilsa]

She shrugged lightly. "Can you hide anything from your other side? In your brain, I mean? A passcode? Something? A memorization?" She was pretty sure it would drive the other side of him crazy, unable to access the paints or the part that strengthened the sanity. It was a good plan, she thought.

[Benny Boot]

He shrugged as well. "I don't know. I have never tried." Lore stood up slowly, as he need to walk around and stretch. Almost like he was a totally diffrent person, his skin looked a slight more tan and he didn't look as sickly. His walk had become less sluggish and more upright. "Why would I need to remember a password?" he had walked over to his bed and looked under t, pulling out a book, one that he stole from the library in a moment of sanity. "i-i have one book, don't be mad." It was The brother's grimm fairytale book.

[Benny Boot]

((Ilsa?))

[Ilsa]

((I have it on my comp at home! Later today))

[Benny Boot]

((Your fine. Just giving you y friendly reminder))

[Ilsa]

The woman tilted her head to one side. "Why don't we get you a cupboard?" she asked, "One that can be opened from the hallway or the prison area, only one side at a time, and only from the cell through the use of a password," she pointed out, then shrugged at his book. "I don't mind at all. Nobody utilizes the library near enough. Can you read it well?" She really wanted to discuss plans for the artist supplies.

[Benny Boot]

"I don't think that would work.." He frowned and scratched his head. "And I already have that, it is how I get food, except there is no password. He gave an actually smile when she asked if he could read it well. "I have memorized it, since it is only book I have." He really liked the weird fairy tales.

[Ilsa]

She nodded her head slowly. "Perhaps an adaptation may be made," she mused, really thinking into it. "Finger paints, perhaps. You cannot destroy those in any form, and perhaps installing a wall of canvas over your cell's wall..." She was thinking hard. Mental health was important, after all.

[Benny Boot]

"I like finger paints, their easy to do. But, the wouldn't he just rip up the big canvas." He didn't get why she was trying to think this way too hard, Maybe she just let him have a notebook then take it back after awhile, but he enjoyed watching her think about it. Stephen had a normal smile on his face, something that was once in a new blue moon with the other.

[Ilsa]

She was trying very hard to think about it. Lips pursed, she grimaced. "I... don't know how to accomodate that. I will research it!" She fervently wished she could.

[Benny Boot]

"Maybe just let me use a notebook for a little bit and if you see the other is ready to come out, take the notebook away? Or like we can go to an art room, they have one of them don't they?" He stared at her, trying to figure out exactly why she was trying to get all this, he wasn't no body to deal with.

[Ilsa]

"I suppose," she frowned. "I was hoping you could work at your leisure, though," she sighed. "I don't know how willing they would be to release you from your cell, if I am totally honest."

[Benny Boot]

"I am in prison, leisure isn't exactly something you get." He joked a little bit, trying his damnest to keep the mood light. It was hard. "Probably not, I am not the best person to be around, especially when the other takes over." Stephen begans to cough into his arm as he was thinking of a way to solve this conundrum.

[Ilsa]

"He can't destroy clay," she pointed out, "Would you like some clay to work with?" she asked, tilting her head to one side.

[Benny Boot]

He nodded, shutting his mouth after a little bit, going back t his chair to pick up something else from inside the crevasses, a pencil. He then opened his book he had memorized and flipped through it. The book was full of drawings of the fairy tales, peolpe around the prison, and even you on one page, he had it pretty full and only had enough room for maybe one or two drawings. "I have a little power, I throw pencil away when he is around, and steal another when I can." He shrugged and slumped into the chair, beginning to draw.

[Ilsa]

She stared at the fairy tail book. It hadn't been destroyed. Not yet, at least. "I can get you an art book, at the least," she told him. Maybe he could keep it as safe as he did the Fairy Tails. "I can disguise it as a novel."