Thread: Behind These White Washed Walls [liynn + king]

? ? ? To The ? u d Of ? That ? ? My Waking ? How long had he been here? He wasn't frankly sure, it had been at least a few years since he had been thrown into this cage and system of life. Being cornered in the sterile environment that stared back at him laughing, the sanity he had once known was long gone since the days he had actually be out in the open. Not that he really had any to begin with before getting tossed into this hell hole, this place that had become his home his own private section of hell, which revolved around him. Well at least, he believed the place revolved around his antics and actions, but that was simply an illusion of the white washed walls around him. For sometime he had been labeled a trouble patient- with good reason bodies maimed, blood flowing, maniacal laughter and several other things had spewed forth from the cell he inhabited. With such chaos- it was a wonder to know that the facility still held the male in his cage, trying their best to drug the beast into a stupor before removing him periodically for a cleaning. Ah yes, those days always came as a surprise for the male with long white streaks. He would be resting on his bed, possibly asleep when several men sprung into his cell quietly. Slowly they would approach him before pricking the ends of three or four needles in his skin. The initial act would wake him from his dreams, making him scream out bitterly as the sedatives pumped through his body fingers curling irritably into the stained sheets of his bed. Then the group would grapple with the male, dragging him from his 'home' to take him to the showers. There he would be subjected to clean himself before the eyes of others, not wanting a repeated mishap like the past few times to happen. They didn't want a few guards going down while this beast of a man sunk his fangs clear into their flesh as a version of sweet revenge against those that help his captive. Not this time as they eyed him fully, waiting for the male to scrub all the blood and feces from his skin. After Bakuya had cleaned himself they would drag him back to his cell, usually the place would be cleaned up as best as they could. Considering most of the area was lined in a rather ghastly assortment of dried liquids and piles of waste. Why? Not many could quite understand why the male subjected himself to it was there a sick thrill to using one's by product and life source as a means of entertainment or pleasure? They were unsure, not having the ability to truly monitor their subject carefully due to the myriad of others they needed to keep watch on. Drawing the male up to his cell, they halted being met by a set of nurses. For a moment they spoke to each other- not caring that their subject seemed to understand the words that were being spewed from their lips. Not caring that the dark eyes seemed to stare out in recognition as the group talked to each other. The room... its not ready yet... we need to clean it more one of the nurses spoke to the men holding the lunatic in their arms, keeping his hands bound behind him as they gripped his arms tightly. But why? Its usually done by now? Can't we just toss him in their and get it done with? he asked, hoping to drop his cargo off quickly and be done with, but fate doesn't always work that way. No, we need to fix it up more, its horrible in there... take him here she stated, leaving the men with the other as they were directed to a different cell a few hallways off. The woman smiled at the two, speaking before they could voice their complaints. We're trying something new this time... he said simply, turning tail so that the two men wouldn't question her, hoping they would simply just do their job. Left with this- the two eyed each other then their captive. Bakuya at this point was well aware of what was happening, but their was little he could do while sedated in the manner he was, well virtually nothing as his mouth lolled open to allow his tongue the ability to move. It looked as if he was trying to say something, but to no avail as he closed his jaws second later- eyes staring angrily upward at the two men. Lets go with that the two grabbed the male in between them and rushed him forward. Hoping to just finish with their task and go to something a little less life threatening. Coming up beside the appropriate cell number, they swiftly decided to toss the other in- not caring to check if this cell already had an inhabitant or was currently scheduled it didn't matter to them. They were simply doing their job. Watching as Bakuya rolled to the ground, they swiftly locked the door behind him, leaving the male to explore his new domain. With a light hiss, he rolled onto his stomach, hands going to the clean floor as he slowly rose- only in the medical gown they had given him this time. A sheet white garment that made him seem very much like a ghost from the way he looked. Darting his eyes back in forth, he waited for his orbs to adjust to the toss and the lighting of the air being a tad bright for him. Where there other's here? He wasn't sure, but he'd learn soon enough. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu B . A . K . U . Y . A . ? G . I . N .