Block #5, Cell #40- Stephen Lore

[Benny Boot]

"I like my book though, It's full of nice drawings, like this." He flipped to the story of Rapunzel and drawn on the pages is the story, a beautiful tower in the woods with long hair flowing out of it and a man climbing up to the window. "I like my stories, they let me feel..normal." He smiled a little and began to look through the pages, all the wonderful drawing inside of it and they were all very good, it looked like it took him some time. "But, if you want, you can bring me a book."

[Ilsa]

"You mean, you draw pictures for the books?" she asked. The drawings were gorgeous! She'd have to find a book and insert some blank pages for him to use. She was sure she could figure out how to do it! "Do you have a book that you'd like to read?"

[Benny Boot]

"I like fairy tales, they teach lessons and stuff. They are also easy to draw." Stephen noticed when he saw the doctor smiling, his cheeks turning slightly red as he shut the book. "Y-you can have the book if you want, as long as you bring me a new one." He held it out for her with both hands, offering it to her. If he didn't have anything to draw, he would draw on the smooth walls.

[Ilsa]

She shook her head, shocked. "It's too precious to you. I'll fetch you a new book, but you should keep this one, too! Seeing how you grow as an artist helps you improve and validate yourself." She loved the book, but she didn't want to take his prized possession away! "I'll bring you a new book, I promise."

[Benny Boot]

"No, It is full, I can't use it no more, So you can have it." He didn't want it all that bad now that it was full. He couldn't draw in it and escape to that nice bit of mindlessness he gets when he focuses on his drawings. "I can't improve myself. I am not a robot, I can't like reboot myself." He let out a little laugh, thinking it was funny.

[Ilsa]

She raised her eyebrows. "Okay," she said, hesitantly accepting it.
"I'll be back soon, with an even bigger book, with lots of drawing space," she promised. This was, truly, going to be an overnight project for her.

[Benny Boot]

"Okay, have a good night Miss Doctor." He gave a smile to her than turned on the tv, switching to the news, avoiding the crime shows so that the other wouldn't be even tempted to try and fight, he would last maybe an hour or two before the other would began to fight him and then Stephen would need medicine or he would just have to let him out for awhile, until the doctor came back.

[Ilsa]

"Have a great night," she enthused, feeling awkward. She knew this guy had some sanity! She just had to protect and foster it, and maybe this inmate could make a full recovery!

[Benny Boot]

-Next day..I guess-
Stephen was struggling about noon the next day, the other was banging at his mind, wanting to come out and have fun but Stephen kept pushing it back, he just needed medicine. He tried talking to the guard, but she just ignored him like always. He begged her for some sort of medicine and the guard just called for a doctor, saying one of the crazies was wanting some medicine. He was currently under his bed trying to find that medicine the other had spit out. He was starting to get very scared as the noise in his head was getting louder.

[Ilsa]

The door opened, and lo and behold, the good doctor zoomed in. "Sorry I'm late! Here are your pills, if you'll take them. Are you in control today, Stephen?" She placed the bottle on top of the television. In her arms, she clutched a very nice leatherbound copy of a fantasy book about dragons and monsters and darkness and lightness. It was one of her favorites as a child, and she'd renovated the pages to have blanks, where he could draw.

[Benny Boot]

He turned around, hitting his head on the bed, cursing slightly when he did, his head throbbing. He quickly scrambled to get up and took the pills, swallowing them without water and took a deep breath. "T-thank you." He began to feel the noise go down and a smile began to curl on his lips. Stephen noticed the book after awhile of him calming down and had a quizzical look on his face. "Is that new book? You are very nice." He rubbed his eyes and you could see his room was a bit more jumbled, probably from the fight he had with himself the night before.

[Ilsa]

She nodded at her patient. "Here you go," she passed it to him. "I messed with the binding, put in some blank pages for you," she offered. "Was... the medication enough?" she wondered. He'd seemed pretty desperate to get his hands on the two pills. Maybe she should give him four, two for when she visited, and two for the halfway mark between visits. "Do you want me to look at your head?" she smiled. He had bonked it, at the least. "Or I could clean your room up, if you need some help with it."

[Benny Boot]

"Should be for now I guess." He looked a little better since yesterday, his face had some color to it and his eyes were a steady brown color, and wern't a kaleidoscope like the other's were. "No, no. I'm fine, just a small bump, and I will get around to it, I swear." He really did want to clean the pigsty but didn't know how long it would last. He took the book gladly and flipped through it, his eyes filled with wonder. "This is amazing. Thank you Miss."

[Ilsa]

She nodded her head lightly, leaving some extra pills on top of the television. "I'll have to check the security footage, make sure you're not hoarding these for a suicide attempt or anything. You know, the protection precautions. She was already getting on tidying the place up.

[Benny Boot]

''Yes, the security precautions, like miss bitch who guards my door." He snarled a little and then went back to the book, hardly even noticing you cleaning as he sat in the chair, curled up a little, already lost into the first story. He got very sucked into things easily and he stiffled a yawn, he hardly slept and last night was no better, as the other kept him awake.

[Ilsa]

"Little miss..?" She shot a glance at the door, confused. She didn't know who he meant. After briefly tidying up, she went to the door. "Are you good for today?"

[Benny Boot]

"The guard at my door. She is a bitch." He said loud enough for her to hear and then looked up, realizing that she had cleaned the room. "You are very quick. I am good for today. Thank you." He smiled again, feelin at least some sort of good, whether it was from the drugs or not, he wasn't too sure.

[Ilsa]

"Why?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Does she abuse you?

[Benny Boot]

"No, she just looks mean. She also calls me a crazy and is very rude." He was telling the truth, the woman really didn't give a shit about the guy so why should she have to do anything for him? Stephen grabbed his pencil and began to sketch some stuff on a peice of paper that was inserted between te stories, it as a dragon he bean to draw.

[Ilsa]

He was crazy, and it wasn't prohibited to just be rude. There wasn't much she could do. "If this proves to work, maybe some outside time?" She hinted.

[Benny Boot]

"Outside?" He looked up at the doctor, you could see he hadn't even heard that word in awhile. "T-that would be nice. But it won't work, it never will work." He frowned and went back to drawing, sad but knowing it was true.

[Ilsa]

She shook her head lightly. "How will you know unless we try?" she asked, trying to be reassuring. Patients had to believe that they could succeed...

[Benny Boot]

¨Because I have tried before. It does´t work ever.¨ His frown got deeper. What he was saying was true, Stephen tried so many times to be normal, the other was just stronger. That was why Stephen was locked up, since he would normally light a bar on fire and rape a girl, but the other was absolutely insane. Stephen became lost thought and at this point had stopped drawing.

[Ilsa]

((Is that normal for "good" Stephen, rape and murder?))

[Benny Boot]

((No. I meant to say that he wouldn´t. big ole typo.))

[Ilsa]

She tilted her head to one side and frowned at him. He had stopped drawing. Was he losing control? Why was he staring blankly? She wanted to comfort him and say that everything was a work in progress, but she'd read his case files.

[Benny Boot]

Stephen took a big sigh and set the book on the floor, not wanting to break it or hurt it in anyway. He gave one look to the doctor and his frown somehow got deeper and he just looked miserable. ¨Have a good day Doctor, I know you have other crazies to take care of.¨ He went to his bed and laid down in it, covering his face and his body in the large blanket. Stephen would get up eventually to take the other pills, but for now he just wanted to sleep, a one in a million thing for the insomniac.

[Ilsa]

Technically, not all of the patients were insane, like he was. Still, she took the dismissal easily. It wasn't a reprimand on her, it was self-deprecation. He was depressed about himself, about who and what he'd become. In a way, that was good, if he could be encouraged to act on that emotion instead of wallow in it.

[Benny Boot]

((Well there we go.))

[Ilsa]

((I suppose. He could be given extra rights, so you can still RP with me and others.))

[Benny Boot]

((Yeah, he could. I just gonna take a break from him for awhile))

[Ilsa]

((Okay.))