Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

Ryan had only been around for a day, the week before was possibly the worst time of his life. He had been in court, and in questioning, and then in a hospital.. Then finally he was transported to a facility for the clinically insane. He had talked to no-one here, considering he didn't believe that he should be here considering his 'disorder' was not how he defined himself. Now at the age of twenty five, he had been diagnosed with PTSD, or 'Post Traumatic Stress Disorder' which had been apparently induced by his time in the Marine Corps overseas in places like Afghanistan. It was fairly obvious that he was a military type, his body was very muscular but athletic, luckily this place had a gym that he had been cleared to use. He looked like an outcast, standing in the corner of the room with his eyes fixated on the guard that had dragged him in here with the excuse that it would be good for him to be around others. Unfortunately he had been literally dragged from sleep and taken to this horrible room filled with insane people. He didn't look like them, he didn't act like them.. He didn't feel like them either. That guard really had a beating coming, not only had he acted like a complete asshole to get him out of bed in the morning, but he had hit him in the back of the head with his baton. Ryan was definitely thinking about a plan on breaking both of this man's legs, though it would probably get him locked up here for a couple more months. He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks about the terrified face the guard would make when Ryan had his puny throat tight in his large hand. During one of his attacks he had ended up killing one of the doctors trying to 'help' him, which of course had consisted of the doctor trying to figure out what exactly made him freak out and then using it against him. So when Ryan had panicked he had taken one of the Doctor's hidden operating tools and performed surgery of his own, which resulted in a screaming nurse and a pair of handcuffs on his hands before he could even realize what he had done. His job in the Marine Corps had been for Force Recon, he had been around many battles and had seen many people die, he was definitely desensitized to death and destruction, which would explain why he was so easily able to commit that murder without a second though. He had felt threatened, but nobody in the court cared that the doctor had broken his oath by triggering Ryan's disorder. He closes his eyes and sighs to himself quietly, he was already feeling a little lonely and isolated, he just wished they would put him back in his room already. The guard he had been staring at walks over to him, holding a baton in his hand. The fuck you looking at? Why so cross? His eyebrows raised while looking to him, making Ryan raise his eyebrows in return. Zoning out. He says while lifting a hand to his head and twirling his finger in the form of the 'I'm crazy' motion. The guard just huffs and walks away, making Ryan grin, looking away from the guard now so that he could go back to day dreaming. He didn't feel like a threat to society, he could hear some of the conversations going on around the room.. These people were the threat, not him. Suddenly he feels a pair of eyes on him, his eyes open and he looks to the guard, who was now occupied with escorting one of the insane out of the room. He looks around until his eyes set on a beautiful woman sitting at the window. He walks through the tables set up in the middle of the room, past the muttering and sometimes giggling insane to the woman who had been staring at him. Morning. He says to her while looking at her. What're you in for? His eyebrows raise, similar to how he had raised them at the guard who had challenged him. He had half a mind to beat that guard to death, but that would not have secured his freedom any faster. You don't look like the type of person to get locked up in a place like this, if you don't mind me saying. His accent was that of the North-Eastern American one.