Post by Felix C. Roberts on Aug 3, 2012 4:49:31 GMT -5
Felix had a smirk on his face as the two orderlies pulled him from the vehicle he'd been transported here in and his lazy eyes slinked over the building. This was probably one of the only times he'd see the building from the outside. It was huge and old. Not upper standaard like the last place was. There was something uniquely different about the place. Felix yerked his bound arms from the orderlies.
"I haven't done anything to give you reason to act in this way. I'd like my dignity back now, thank you."
He hissed to them and they hesitantly released him.
Felix started up the steps shadowed by the orderlies and watched as one slid a card across a pannel by the door. Card system huh? So, really, all Felix needed was quick fingers and slick actions and he would be able to come outside. He'd find a tallish tree and prove that he wasn't crazy. That he could die! He would show them that he was the immortal vampire he claimed himself to be. Then they'd start praising the undead immortally beautiful creature that he was.
A bit more respect would be thrown his way. That was all he needed. Respect for God's sakes. Felix was lead passed reception, the door clicking shut seemed to cause him to wince. New prison... He was so sick of being tossed around from one place to another simply because he claimed that he was in fact dead. A door opened and on it, Felix briefly saw the words 'Obeservation Room'. Felix's eyes widened when he noticed the room was padded from top to bottom and be backed away from it.
A few orderlies were there to stop him and that's when he started to struggle.
"I'm Not Crazy! You can't do this to me! Don't please...."
It took four of them to shove him inside with numerous blows from his side. The door quickly slammed shot and feeling threw himself against the padding a couple of times before sliding to the bottom of the door, hands still bound together and covered with glooves so he would not scratch himself.
Felix lay his head against the door for a while then lifted it again to search the corners of the room for a camera. The moment he found his he threw a birdy in it's direction scowling at it.
"You think I'm high risk huh? Think I'm batshit crazy. But you won't let me prove otherwise. I'm NOT crazy! Why won't you let me show you?"
Felix implored before leaning in and biting into the very tip of the white gloove which had been tapped to his wrists and trying to yank it off.
He tried for what seemed like a whole hour and eventually gave up and started softly singing the song that had been on the radio tha day he lost his leg.... and his brother. His knuckled knocked the beat of the song against his prostetic leg under his tracksuit pants slowly... softly...
"I haven't done anything to give you reason to act in this way. I'd like my dignity back now, thank you."
He hissed to them and they hesitantly released him.
Felix started up the steps shadowed by the orderlies and watched as one slid a card across a pannel by the door. Card system huh? So, really, all Felix needed was quick fingers and slick actions and he would be able to come outside. He'd find a tallish tree and prove that he wasn't crazy. That he could die! He would show them that he was the immortal vampire he claimed himself to be. Then they'd start praising the undead immortally beautiful creature that he was.
A bit more respect would be thrown his way. That was all he needed. Respect for God's sakes. Felix was lead passed reception, the door clicking shut seemed to cause him to wince. New prison... He was so sick of being tossed around from one place to another simply because he claimed that he was in fact dead. A door opened and on it, Felix briefly saw the words 'Obeservation Room'. Felix's eyes widened when he noticed the room was padded from top to bottom and be backed away from it.
A few orderlies were there to stop him and that's when he started to struggle.
"I'm Not Crazy! You can't do this to me! Don't please...."
It took four of them to shove him inside with numerous blows from his side. The door quickly slammed shot and feeling threw himself against the padding a couple of times before sliding to the bottom of the door, hands still bound together and covered with glooves so he would not scratch himself.
Felix lay his head against the door for a while then lifted it again to search the corners of the room for a camera. The moment he found his he threw a birdy in it's direction scowling at it.
"You think I'm high risk huh? Think I'm batshit crazy. But you won't let me prove otherwise. I'm NOT crazy! Why won't you let me show you?"
Felix implored before leaning in and biting into the very tip of the white gloove which had been tapped to his wrists and trying to yank it off.
He tried for what seemed like a whole hour and eventually gave up and started softly singing the song that had been on the radio tha day he lost his leg.... and his brother. His knuckled knocked the beat of the song against his prostetic leg under his tracksuit pants slowly... softly...