Never would've thought... [Open]

[Garrick Fatale]

The door to the staff break room flew open, nearly breaking a brand new hole in the wall behind the door. Garrick stumbled through, his hand over his mouth. What was going on in the next room almost destroyed his very being to watch it. That poor girl, being beaten like that, injected with drugs, and punished for using her powers out in the open. It was too much for him to handle.

He turned around, slammed the door shut, and put his back to it. His eyes almost ran with tears as he saw the girl's face in his mind. It was a horrifying sight that would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his life. Garrick ran his hands through his blond hair and exhaled as he slid down the door. Once on the ground he put his head between his knees in attempt to keep his lunch down.

When he gathered his composure he stood, and walked over to the table in the center of the room. He took a seat and he thought to himself.

'This is ridiculous. They can't torture people like that, it's inhumane. It makes me sick to be involved in such chaos.'

Garrick placed his head in between his hands and thought about the not-so-thought-through decision he had made when he agreed to work here. Considering the fact of the matter that he only stays a nurse here because he has to, not] because he wants to. He would leave if he could, but the Authority of the Asylum agreed to put him through school if he worked there throughout his semesters and five years afterwards.

'I've got to tough this out, it's for school, remember?' He thought to himself.

At that moment the door creaked opened and there stood another person. Garrick didn't care who it was at this moment. He was trying to figure what he was doing with himself at this point in his life. But that person was there for a reason, he figured.

"You here to make fun of the newbie who has a weak stomach? Haha, funny." He spoke and sarcasm dripped off the last piece of that dialogue. Every bit of it was intended.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy stood in the doorway and stared at the asylum's newest nurse. She had never experienced the sickness of the first experiment, but she had seen many nurses and even doctors go through it.

"I am not here to make fun of you, Mo Rún. You are not the first to do this." She spoke softly accent heavy, but her gaze was hard. Not because she was angry, but because even she had to hold herself steady during some of the experiments. She had never truly talked to this man, though she had seen him around.

Garrick was his name, and the man was down right beautiful. But from the way he held himself to the way he spoke, she could tell he was gay. She didn't mind, really. Gay men were easy to get along with for the most part.

Ivy walked toward him, taking the open seat across from him. For a moment she simply watched him then she reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out a small cylander. She popped the cap off and tapped out two circular pills. She set them on the table then slid them over to him before standing and walking to the sink where she grabbed a small paper cup and filled it with tap water.

She set that in front of him as well and sat back down. "This will help with the nausea. But you have to learn to distance yourself from the patients. Pull back emotionally. I am not saying it will get better, but I am saying that you wont get sick as easily." She paused for a second and glanced at her watch before looking back up at him. "My name is Ivy O'Shea, by the way." She smiled softly.