Daydreamer's Commodity [Malice]

[Animosity Leviathan]

The young female doctor seemed to calm a bit, and she had escorted female patient to the exit.

"I can get on it straight away."

This seemed interesting to her. A doctor helping a patient.

Ana didn't like the sound of this at all. It seemed off beat.

This particular daydream was a bit ironic.

The big doors fell open with a silent squeak, and they pushed their way through them.

Animosity though that this particular patient would be interesting to befriend, but she couldn't differentiate who it was.

This enraged the little patient. She jerked back and her neck snapped to the female. She did not just assume she couldn't handle her own power, did she?

"How dare you. You make pathetic assumptions about the patients here. We're not just put in here to 'get help'. Some of us were placed here because we were unwanted! You can't just pretend we're normal humans with no problems, we're people with special gifts. Some came from our family lines, others were developed over time. But don't you EVER assume we don't understand or even know how to control our powers. I've got mine in check, because if I didn't, everyone in this wretched hell hole would be dead!"

The patient turned on her heels and started to walk off the another place.

She didn't care where, just away from that female.

This patient would've killed the doctor if she had not walked away. Animosity snapped back to her reality in the tiny den. The television was all static and nothing else.

She threw herself up off the couch and walked her way over to it. She slammed her fist into the side of it a few times and a picture came through. It's not that she wanted to watch anything, she just wanted some noise other the crashing sound of the static. That drove her crazy.

Looking at the clock, Ana noticed it was only 2:37 in the afternoon. Lunch was already served and the patients could do whatever they wanted until lock down.

She walked back over to the couch, made herself sit so hard it made a thumping noise against the scratchy concrete, and she propped her feet on the table. She was wearing jeans with hole in them and a crimson halter top. She didn't have any shoes on, because she preferred not to wear them at all. Her long sunny locks were in a low ponytail with her bangs framing her face.

Ana heard someone walking down the hallway. She listened carefully but couldn't tell who it was. She only prayed it was the female from the daydream she captured just moments ago.

[Malice]

The Outfit

Malice rolled her shoulder and sighed as a spark of pain shot through the muscle, causing her arm to jump. It had been sore all day, probably since she'd sat in a uncomfortable metal chair for hours on end yesterday while she was poked and prodded like the little lab rat she was. And all during that time, she sat ram-rod straight, unwilling to show any weakness to the bastards that called themselves "scientists."

Guess she was paying for that now.

Sighing, she continued her lazy trek down the corridor, not knowing really where she was headed. Lunch had already been served and now all the patients mingled wherever they pleased, but since Malice was considered a "dangerous patient," no one else truly dared to come around her. She really didn't see why.

She didn't bite... Hard.

Unless you pissed her off.

The sound of static reached her ears and she paused momentarily, sticking her hands into the pockets of her favorite sweats and listening closely. The static only lasted a few moments before there was a sharp 'THUMP' and the sound of voices filled the air.

Well, it seemed that at least one person was in the den. Malice shrugged. Oh well, if they didn't want to be around her, well, they could leave. She resumed walking once more, this time with a destination set before her. In no time she rounded the corner and paused in the doorway of the shitty room that they called a 'den.' She made a face but entered the room and crossed to her favorite, ratty old chair in the corner, intending to stretch out and maybe grab a few 'Z's'. She was dressed perfectly for a nap, too. Slightly too-long black sweats that kept getting caught under her black, scribbled-on high-top converse. They hung low on her hips, exposing a small gap of skin between them and her three-fourth-length sleeve Nirvana tee that hung off of one shoulder.

She completely dismissed the other patient without even looking at them and curled up in her ratty little recliner, kicking her feet over one arm and crossing her arms over her stomach. Finally, some rest. That patient would run soon as they thought they could without calling her attention to them.

They always did.

[Animosity Leviathan]

Ana fixated her attention to the television as the female strolled in. She knew who the person was. Meteor Alice Rush, otherwise known as "Malice". As Animosity watched the screen, she counted the foot steps of Malice all the way to the recliner. Malice had propped her legs over the arm of the chair and began to take a nap.

Animosity ignored this for a little while before she got up, straightened her outfit out, and walked over to her. The seemingly sleeping Malice didn't stir once approached. Animosity tapped the chair with her foot hard enough that it would awaken the sleeping beauty.

"You know you could get in serious trouble for sleeping outside of your cell, right?"

[Malice]

The jolt of the chair being hit brought a growl from Malice's lips. Seems like the room's other occupant wasn't of the intelligent variety. Probably some bitch that thought that they were the shit - bad move. Very bad move.

Malice's hand shot out and wrapped around the offender's shirt, yanking them down towards her face. Her green eyes opened and her cheshire smile made it's appearance as she came face to face with the patient. "Animosity Leviathan. What an honor to be right next to the namesake of this shit hole. Didn't anyone ever teach you let sleeping dogs lie? I've slept in here numerous times and never gotten caught. Now mind your damn business."

With that, she pushed the female back and settled into a more comfortable position. All she was asking for was a couple of minutes of peace and quiet to put an earlier happenstance out of her mind. Fucking doctors. Acting like they know everything.

It made her want to kill something.

[Animosity Leviathan]

'Then, why don't you...?'she thought to herself. Ana scanned over the patient a bit closer. She had been inside this woman's thoughts before so many times she could almost believe she herself was Malice through most of the dreams. The two were so close in comparison, yet very very different.

"I'm just saying," she raised her hands, "Be careful. I don't want to be involved in anything if I don't have to be."

The tiny girl turned on her toes and started back to her previous position on the couch. Before she completed her short walk she stopped, grew eerily quiet, and whispered over her shoulder to the female, "Ya, know...you don't have to blame yourself for her death...because I don't."

Ana made it back to the couch and picked up where she left off - feet kicked up on the table with a shitty image of what seem to be a car auction show. She waited patiently for Malice to speak back to her. Perhaps...she wouldn't.