Thread: Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility - Ward B (esielle&Crusade)

Clayton Selvey had grown up privileged. His father was an oncologist at one of leading cancer centers in the entire country and his mother was a college professor. He attended private schools and lived in a gated community. School had never really been a priority even from his earliest days. Instead, Clay was more apt to keeping to himself, locking himself in his room for hours upon hours, playing video games, watching porn and jerking off. Being an only child in a huge house with parents who worked all of the time had been like living alone for Clay. He could come and go as he pleased and just as long as he got passing grades, his parents were happy enough just knowing their only boy was really applying himself. What a joke. Clay was convinced even if he hadn't shown up for class, his parents had such pull in the community that they could have pushed him through. All his parents really had instilled in him was a sense of entitlement and a generally snarky attitude. Clay was considered a self-righteous asshole even at the private schools he attended which were already synonymous with being prone to those types. He scraped by, used what charm he did have to bed a few girls he went to school with and graduated in the lower twenty percent of his class. College would've been the next step in the logical progression, but Clay told his parents he really needed to find his true calling. It was another line of bullshit he fed his parents to afford himself the opportunity to do whatever the hell he wanted without fear of repercussions. It was during this soul-searching time when Clay really started to explore his more devious side. He went to college parties, fucked sorority girls and used his good looks to entice a number of girls into bed. He got off on being an authoritarian and exuding dominance and aggression were tactics he regularly employed. When what was originally only supposed to be a year of finding himself turned into a multi-year endeavor, Clay's parents were finally pressed to take action. It was either get a job and prove to them that he could be responsible or they were going to make him move out and find his own way. It seemed like a pretty idle threat, but not wanting to take any chances, Clayton reluctantly agreed. Because of his father's connections in the field, he managed to secure Clay a job as an orderly at Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility. He knew of the place vaguely. He often drove by it without giving it a second thought, but it became his workplace. After a grueling orientation process that nearly bored him to tears, Clay was introduced to the other staff and given a proper tour of the facility. The place felt cold and sterile and surprisingly, Clay liked the feel. Soon, Clay had weaseled his way back into his parents good graces and was actually gaining a good reputation around the facility for being a no-nonsense, dedicated orderly. He worked primarily in Ward B because of his inexperience. Only those with proper training and experience were allowed to work in Ward C. He did whatever was expected of him, but found particular pleasure in tormenting the residents and making them squirm. He just loved exuding what little power he did have. It helped that the patients were unstable and staff was always more willing to side with other staff rather than patients. On more than one occasion, complaints had been filed by patients against Clay. A few of the females claimed he groped them and exposed them. Male patients said he was arrogant and condescending. All were true, but nothing was done. Clay had too much pull and no one really took the complaints seriously. Things continued on that same trajectory for almost a year. He was working on getting a promotion to a supervisory position or something of the sort. And in all honesty, he loved his job. When Clayton arrived at work that night, he could tell something was amiss. When he headed into the office to relieve Brielle, a relatively new orderly on staff, he was given the heads up on a new patient in the ward, one who had to be sedated and had been nothing but a headache since she arrived. Clay couldn't help but smirk as Brielle left and he thought about the possibilities. She was around his age and combative. Sounded right up his alley. It wasn't long before his otherwise quiet shift was interrupted by the sound of banging on the door in one of the rooms. Ordinarily, behavior like that was relegated to Ward C, but this feisty newcomer apparently wasn't all that happy about finding her new home in the mental health facility. What's all the banging for? Clayton called out, makinig his way from around the orderly station to head down the hallway towards the room. Clad in a pair of dark blue scrubs, Clayton was tall and lanky, standing at 6'3 with a slender, toned build, yet with broad shoulders. He was handsome, with unkempt dark brown hair and eyes like pools of crystal blue waters. Finally reaching the door, he pulled out a ring of keys he held at the ready and unlocked the door, finally introducing himself to the newest patient at the facility. You must be...Goldie, Clay said, closing the door behind him once he was in the room. He made sure to position his body in front of the door in case the patient wanted to make a run for it. Upon first inspection, it was clear Goldie was the best looking patient he'd ever seen at the facility. And that body! She was so small, he just wanted to throw her around. Cute, compact and with curves he couldn't wait to get his hands on. Goldie was going to get him in trouble. Well, she would get him in trouble if there were ever repercussions for his actions. Now, tell me what's going on? Why are you causing such a commotion? You know there are patients trying to rest and you're making it impossible for them right now. I don't appreciate you doing this, Miss Ocasio, Clay said, already imposing his will just in the way he spoke to her.