if bigger scars make better stories,

jason artechez, twenty-one, patient. diagnosed with developmental trauma disorder, psychogenic amnesia, and insomnia.

[valabernathy]

Alright...

[jasonartechez]

'Alright, I've had it with this place, I'm gonna go start knifing people'? Or 'Alright, I'm bored as hell, let's go find something interesting to do?'

[hunter--beckett]

Hunter took the night patrol shift. He figured most of the patients he had been told to watch out for were in the infirmary, so he had little to worry about as he walked the corridors. For anyone else, the deathly quiet and emptiness was probably creepy. But for Hunter, the long winding halls and hundreds of unoccupied rooms made him curious. He was headed for the fifth floor, when he heard something that sounded like footsteps behind him. Shining his flashlight, he raised an eyebrow. “Hidin’ won’t lessen the punishment. There are cameras.”

[jasonartechez]

It got boring, laying in bed staring at the ceiling because he could not sleep, night after night, but for the most part Jason had done a good job following the rules and had no intention of getting on the bad side of the employ. Tonight was different. Sometimes he remembered things, and around lights are the image of a battered grey car, parked in the lot of what he could only assume was his childhood apartment complex, bubbled up in his memory and wouldn't go away. If he thought hard enough, he could almost hear the voices of his parents (parent?) in the front seat, remember the upholstery. Almost.

It was unsettling and tonight was going to be another sleepless night, and so Jason stole out into the hallway. Pacing couldn't hurt. Pacing in the hallway wouldn't hurt anyone and so far there hadn't been much of a late night fifth floor patrol. Jason rounded the corner, careful to tread lightly. Not lightly enough, though- he winced away from the sudden bright light shone in his face. "Like there's anywhere to hide at the moment," he said, squinting at the unidentified staff member. Decisively male, but not someone he recognized. He did not bother to enlighten said staff member to the pleasant fact there were usually ways to avoid security cameras.

[ohjanemorris-blog]

[Jane walked into the infirmary with a few pots of flowers, placing them on bedsides]

[jasonartechez]

[Jason is not in the infirmary; rather, he bumps into her as he's walking down the hallway in the opposite direction.] What are all the flowers for and where'd you get them?

[aidanxvice-blog]

T-turns out hypothermia is boring...

[jasonartechez]

Boring? I kinda thought 'cold' would be a more accurate word.

I'm sorry, that probably wasn't a helpful comment. Are you doing okay? Other than the hypothermia, I mean.

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[jasonartechez]

it may sound absurd, but don't be naive even heroes have the right to bleed i may be disturbed, but won't you concede even heroes have the right to dream

[wild-card-harleywilde]

"Me? No, no. I’m not so lucky to have that much fun. Though word on the street is that Zachary West lost his last marble." She giggled and span in a circle.

[jasonartechez]

Fun, huh?  [His gaze tracks her movements.]  Never got a chance to meet Zachary. Is he one of the vegetables, or did he just stab a whole lot of people?

[wild-card-harleywilde]

Prancing out from the infirmary, Harley lets out a low whistle. “Five comas…that’s a looooot of human vegetables.”

[jasonartechez]

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]  Five? Goddamn. I guess people get all Battle Royale in the dark.

Were you in the therapy room the last couple days, or...? 

[infinityandmadness]

Oh. I am sorry, Princess. Is there some sort of set characteristics that I must abide by? Because I have not in my life, seen this rule in written form…

[jasonartechez]

No, no, I'm not a princess, I'm Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Get your petnames right, babe. 

It would be nice if you showed some concern for the patients instead flailing around and celebrating, because that's what you're getting paid for.

[infinityandmadness]

Freedom!! - Pushes passed people and jumps out into the hallway. - Yes, so much yes. So. Much. Yes! 

[jasonartechez]

For someone who works here, you sure as hell don't act like it.

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

They sure are. But if they’ve failed to have a back-up generator and failed to fix the lights after three days, what makes you think they’ll get to the AC any quicker? Though with all the noxious fumes you’re emitting, we’ll be warm in no time.

[jasonartechez]

Misplaced faith in the system that belies the harsh realities of our universe, I'm sure. I'm sure they'll get to it eventually, hopefully before everyone kills each other. I heard fighting earlier.

If insulting me makes you feel better about yourself, sweetheart, go ahead. Wouldn't want you to slit your wrists because you couldn't find someone to try and make as miserable as you are.

[keira-carter]

We’ve met, then. Good. You do seem familiar…

Yep, that’s right. No slave labor here. Just, you know, faulty lights and faulty AC. But hopefully not for long. -gives a weak laugh-

Well, to be fair, I think this is a fluke occurrence. And these things happen, we can’t always control these sorts of problems. I wish we could, though. It’s not exactly helping anyone to have this kind of stress.

[jasonartechez]

Real top of the line mental health facility you're a part of here, clearly.

Okay, but insofar as this has been going on for days, you think someone would have used a fucking cell phone to call an electrician, wouldn't they?

[angeliablakewood]

I… I don’t think there is one… So the patients won’t play with the temperature and stuff…

Shit… It’s cold…

[jasonartechez]

I don't recognize your voice. Who are you? And there has to be one somewhere. Maybe not where we can reach it, but somewhere.

Yeah. I wish I hadn't left my jacket in my room.

[darcy--dancelli-blog]

I think if they were capable of fixing the temperature, they’d be able to fix the lights as well, yeah? If they had a clue what they were doing, they’d actually do it.

[jasonartechez]

Oh, look who it is. Electrical and ventilation are two different systems, aren't they? I did think they'd have a back up generator, though.

[keira-carter]

How’d’ja know? Have we met yet? And I’m an intern, not an electrician!

That would be the theory. Let’s just hope it doesn’t get to that. Cold, I think most of us can handle, but raging heat - I think that’ll just exacerbate problems around here.

[jasonartechez]

You were asking about paperwork the other day. Unless they use patients as slave labor, you work here.

The cold will be fine unless it gets below freezing, which I'm pretty sure the thermostat can't do. I think problems here do a good job compounding themselves regardless of the temperature.

[keira-carter]

-shivers- Holy crap, you’re not kidding!

I don’t think we should touch it. Might make it worse. Although I have no idea if that’s even possible right now…

[jasonartechez]

Don't you work here? Shouldn't you know how to fix this?

Well, there's always a way to make something worse, but in regards to the temperature, I think the air conditioning has to shut off it gets cold enough...right?

[jasonartechez]

Goddamn, it's cold.

Does anyone know where the thermostat is? Or does it not matter, because that's broken too?

[perfectionis-selfaffection]

What to do...

[perfectionis-selfaffection]

I see, I see. Just catch me when I’m off guard. Well I’ve had no history with violence or anyone being violent to me so I suppose you’re safe. 

Well… There’s my perfectionism, that’s a hard one to explain. I suffer anorexia. And then I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. What about yourself?

[jasonartechez]

Good to hear. I'm sure I'll meet countless psychos with violent tendencies in due time.

That's...there's a scale for that, isn't there?  For diagnosing perfectionism. I can see how it would be a psychological issue if it's too excessive. What's borderline personality disorder?  I'm an insomniac.