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RE Eternal Peaks Psychiatric Institution Orientation Tags Dr. Funer After the rude dismissal from Dr. Vera, Elizabeth doesn't head back upstairs but instead waits outside the door patiently, knowing Dr. Funer would come out pressing his pager looking for her as he normally did, unless he left his pager in his office, which was a normal occurrence. Standing outside in the hall could grow rather boring, and as she waits she hears a few guards arguing with one of the many patients. Intrigued she steps down the hall to offer help, but by the time she returns fifteen minutes later her small work phone is ringing. Pulling it out of the only place she could store it in the outfit she was wearing -her bra- she recognizes Dr. Funer's office phone, cursing silently for missing him once again. Sir? Yes, sorry they are. They are on my desk sir, I'll come right up. Sorry sir, I got distracted. Why was the Head of Psychoanalysis staring at her? Akila sat with her hands in her lap, feeling like she was missing something. Then it dawned on her notes. No one else was taking them in the room, and sure enough Dr. Vera would want detailed notes on the meeting and what Akila thought. All the raven-haired girl wanted was to keep out of trouble, especially since she had been in Cell Block C before and it had been...horrid. Under her breath, the Egyptian girl whispered, I wish there was a pen and paper in my hands. and like that a notepad and blue inked pen appeared out of thin air. A few saw, but the doctors already knew of her limited powers and the guards would only grow uneasy with her. It would be the new comers that would be intrigued. She was one of a kind in the facility, although she wasn't the only one who could say that. Rumors were they had captured a living gorgon who now resided in Cell Block C, and of course their was Nysa, the only siren around. Having two of her would not be needed. Her eyes flickered to the mad doctor, the one smirking and at complete ease. She had wanted to stay out of his radar, and she hoped her meager magic trick hadn't sparked any interest. It wasn't like she had untold power to grant every wish, big or small. Her powers were still forming, like a babe that could barely walk, often failing or fizzling out after a moment or two. Akila had realized quickly that she could only preform small simple wishes, that would appear if she said them just right. Something like a pad and pen. Taking to the paper she started writing fiercly, needing to catch up with everything she had currently heard and seen. Upsetting Dr. Vera was no more wise than upsetting Dr. Arellano. The beautiful lady standing on the stage now had her own tricks that could make any of them suffer just as greatly if they crossed her. Patient MB4523, to Cell B-4. Patient KG9654, to Cell B-1. she thought as she wrote it down, keeping up with what was happening, Dr. Arellano...psychical...oh these poor things. They have no idea what comes next. Natalya understood nothing of what was happening around her, their words falling on foreign ears, their stares only causing her to pull back her upper lip and snarl, fangs exposed. She pulled at the steel cuffs binding her hands, wishing for her own form but every time she did the man behind her nudged her with his gun, telling her silently to stop. And out of all things, Natalya knew what a gun was. She'd seen plenty in her lifetime, a wandering pup in the forests of Russia. It wasn't until the woman stood up on the podium that Natalya's eyes stopped roaming, gluing to the beauty speaking to the room. She understood nothing of what she spoke, but her beauty was unmatched, making the wolf confused over her attraction. Why was she feeling anything for a woman? Suddenly the man behind her reached forward and grabbed her arm, trying to lift her. It surprised the wolf and instinct took over, her lips curling back as a snarl left her throat and she tugged from him. Ne trogay menya , svin'ya , Natalya snapped in pure Russian, her accent flawless as she spoke the first words anyone in the room had heard from her. The room fell silent, her voice not only carrying weight but power, as if royalty had entered the room and demanded an audience. She was no royalty however, she just held a fair amount of pride and dignity. She snapped at the air near his face, trying to catch his throat and rip his jugular out with her teeth. Restrain her! one guard shouted as another grabbed an animal control pole, slipping it over Natalya's head before she could move, the loop tightening as she pulled away. It took five men to hold her down as her anger surged at the fact she had been put on what looked like a stiff leash, snapping and snarling as her teeth lashed for any flesh. They finally got her to the floor, pinning her as best they could, the strength in her no match for one mortal man.