At the mental ward (open)

Aras had been walking for some time now. His legs were quite weary and his body had been slightly covered in sweat from the day being warm. To where he was headed he knew, yet not exactly sure what to do once he got there. He had heard of a ward inside the local hospital that hosted people of sickened minds. Not the sick described to the perverted sinner who commits adultery or takes the pureness of a maiden, but the truly sickened minds; today's lepers and rabies victims. Aras had always been interested in those of sickened mind and had always been interested in helping them, even if his gift from God was unable to truly cure them of their disease. Aras had always wished that he could save those of sickened minds more than of simple diseases modern science could take care of. At least with the latter gift, who could set one innocent soul out into the world again.

Aras had finally reached the hospital and entered into the main room. He saw the secretary at the main desk and decided to ask for her help. Approaching slowly, he removed his hood slowly and set it hanging behind his back, revealing his semi-long hair and babyface looks with his quite large dark brown eyes looking at the woman. She had been writing things down, possibly appointments or notes. Whichever was irrelevant as she caught his in the corner of her eye and looked up. Her gaze had the hint of confusion about it as she looked at the attire of Aras. He guessed it was not too often people entered in the hospital wearing monk clothing. Even the people around them were giving curious glances at Aras. Finally, the woman spoke up after a brief moment of awkwardness.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?" Aras nodded his head and inquired about the location of the mental wing. After a few checks on her computer screen, she gave Aras the location. Aras thanked her before heading to the direction. While the woman called after him, Aras continued on. If he took the time to stop and answer every question she had, she may give him saddened news. such as not being allowed into the mental wing. So Aras ignored her cries of "Sir!" and simply walked on. If it was such a big deal, security could show him to way. For now, he figured she just wanted to make small talk and waste his time; time that could be spent conversed with the ill minded.

Upon arrival to the wing, he went to the help desk to ask if he could see the patients of their wing. Skeptical, the woman asked if there was anyone in particular that he wanted to see. He shook his head and told her that he simply wanted to see those patients that weren't in need of constant surveillance so that he may converse with them. While her face continued to show confusion and distrust, she sighed and pointed to a large room that was to be for recreation and relaxing. She listed off some rules for him that mostly followed the basis of to not frighten them and if he did to simply leave and let them be. Some people in there were really sick. Aras sighed and thanked the woman before moving on into the recreation room. Finally, time to converse with the ill-minded and spread the comfort that no matter their illness, God was with them.

Upon entering the room, he saw that it was not much crowded. Few people were sitting around drawing and passing time. When he entered, the people around his immediate area looked at him with various looks of various reactions. Some people inched away from him, others noticed his cross around his body and smiled. He returned and made small talk to some of the people around him. Searching around for anyone that he could sit and talk to he noticed a girl sitting on a couch reading. He couldn't make out the book, however he could tell she was very well into the reading and almost seemingly did not react to him entering. Aras decided that she may be some to talk to. Noticing a chair nearby the couch he walked over slowly and took out a book of his own; a small pocket New Testament that he carried around him to read on long trips or in cases of extreme boredom. After reading a few verses, he looked up slowly to the woman and decided to begin a conversation.

"Hello there." His voice was low and calm, best not to frighten the woman. "What are you reading there?" He hoped her response would be as calm and quiet as his. In a room of the sick minded people, a sudden outburst or startle could set of a bunch of people into panic. Not something he intended to do upon his visit to the ward. All he wanted to do was converse and calm. Calm the people that God was still with them.

Aras glanced up from his reading at the woman who, surprisingly, decided to speak with him. She first marked her book and closed it to show the cover of the book she was reading, "Mountain of Madness" by H.P. Lovecraft. Aras tilted his head at the book title and the author. What an interesting coincidence on a book titled as such sitting along with the sick-minded individuals of this hospital. He hadn't read much of H.P. Lovecraft, yet from what he heard it wasn't something that he would be interested in reading. He sighed and shook his head, knowing how if past showed any relevance it would be difficult to spread God's word to this individual; yet that just made the task that much more interesting.

Aras noticed her second question and became weary. It seemed as though she may be becoming weary of his presence. Aras didn't want to scare her or make her weary as hard as that may be with his outfit being the way it was. Most people now a days became sketchy or afraid even of his outfit due to it being quite outlandish for the time, though in the past people walked around commonly. It was rare to not see a monk pass by during his prayer during the day. He wished he had lived in those times, for it would be easier to fit in. In this day and age, he stuck out more and more each passing day. Doing things like these were the only way to justify his attire as it gave hint to his service to God and reason to his dressing.

Aras decided to answer her question. "No, not at all. Just curious and asked. You seemed quite lonely over her, while others are with others doing other activities. Or am I bothering you? I'm sorry if I am, I just follow the teaching that Jesus told to sit with the lonely and provide company. If you would like me to leave, I'll let you leave in peace, though." Aras set his Bible down slowly, holding it down and keeping his attention on the woman. Hopefully this conversation would continue further without much trouble. The others seemed too caught up in their own worlds and this girl was the only one that provided any sort of opportunity to interact. If he wasn't interacting, he wasn't fulfilling his original plan on coming here.

Aras sat and listened to her words, as few as they were. He felt that he was sorely being accepted by her. He could tell mostly by her tendency to read while talking, something he usually found to be done only when you wanted to send the message that you wanted to be left alone. Aras didn't know what to do as his sudden arrival that his pressuring whether or not he should stay was surly rubbing this woman the wrong way. Aras just sighed and looked down, contemplating opening his Bible again and waiting longer before talking again. He was confused on how to go along with this conversation and tilted his head while looking down, contemplating.

That was until the woman spoke up again, addressing concerns about the others' feelings toward her. Aras perked an eyebrow and looked up, noticing her eyes shifting from the other people in the room to him. Her eyes revealed a sort of sadness that Aras could sense within her. Probably the reason that she was sitting alone on the couch reading instead of interacting with others. While some people preferred this privacy, she gave off a hint of not wanting it yet compelled to have it, whether by shyness or paranoia. While Aras would love to tell himself that it was all because of cute shyness the possibility of paranoia was very well there, especially since she didn't show much sign of anything else that could show why she was here.

Scared to ask, Aras sighed and spoke again. "Really, now? Interesting how you would say that. Anything giving hint that they don't like you? You seem very nice enough." Aras spoke the truth in his mind, she gave off no sense of annoyance or anything that would drive people away from her. This is what led him to feel she was truly paranoid. While he didn't want to immediately assume she was, signs were beginning to point to that conclusion. Interesting. Would be the first time I talked to a paranoid person. A paranoid girl, as a matter of fact. He decided it would be best to keep the conversation going longer. He felt she wanted company, yet feared the others in the room. She probably feared him too, yet was trusting enough to slightly open up to him, at least.

Aras looked at her with a raised eyebrow. More evidence of paranoia, perhaps. While she might not have been sitting so silently and isolated for her complete time here, it still seems as if she might be taking their feelings much harsher than they may be. I have yet to sense any sort of hostility in her. Just... nervousness. Aras noticed that she had put her book down, almost as if signifying that she was ready to talk more rather than read her book. Aras smiled to himself as he felt she was opening up to him. This was something he always hoped for when he talked to mental patients. He was always nervous that the people he talked to would fear him and regard him as a bad man due to his attire, their minds corrupted by the curses of Satan himself. This woman, however, she seemed so pure and innocent that it might be that that scared away the others.

"Don't worry, miss. You are quite kind and nice, no reason I see by my God given eyes any reason why you may be fearful in any way. I'm sure your worries are of no truth, yet if they are do not hold it upon yourself." For someone he had just met he felt it needed to provide compliments for the girl. At first glance and first speech whether or not she was an actual patient here was a mystery. It was only the words she provided that hinted to a history here for her. What an interesting first-time for Aras. Most visits to mental wards left most patients making their cursed disease well known to him by five seconds of dialogue. This one was different, leaving him with a sense that she didn't belong, that she truly wasn't to be in here.

This aroused Aras' curiosity to her history. While asking for it was the obvious solution Aras figured that if she WAS paranoid that plain out asking her to spill her entire life in words would probably set her off. Approaching the topic slow, he decided to start off with two easy questions. "So... miss. I'm wondering what your name is. Mine is Aras, in case you were curious. How old are you, by the way?" Simple questions with simple answers. Nothing too big, yet at least to his own standard. With how this girl could be, he could be quickly approaching the straw that shatters the sickened's mind.

“She’s in the re’creation area now…” The nurse sighed as she scooped up a stack of paperwork. Her eyes cut across the Asian man’s face distractedly as she brushed past a swivel chair behind the pane of glass that sheathed her desk. Her voice had an Irish ring to it, hinting at dismissal. “Although honestly, I don’t know what is so in’tresting about the mental ward today. That’s the second visitor…”

Shin cast a frosty glance over his shoulder as she slid through the doorway to an adjoining office. She was obviously very busy. The hallway beyond was a bland crème color that blended in with the sickly tan of the chairs. His eyes narrowed slightly as he wondered who the others had been. Footsteps clacked on the clean floor behind him. He returned his focus to the chilled smile behind the thin pane. She tapped another set of files against the desktop abruptly as his mouth opened for one more query.

“Where, exactly…”

“Second floor, large room at the end of the hall. If you’ve passed the snack machines, you’re on the right path.” She cut off his trail. A woman rested her hand on the frame of the office’s door nearby. The receptionist shot a quick peek her way, then finished straightening her things. “You’re lucky you’re from the Mansion…” She muttered as she stalked off past the woman in the doorway.

"Thank you~!" Shin called after her. For some reason, he had a feeling she’d been yelled at for the earlier people sneaking by. He eyed the hallway again as he waited a moment, rolling the mission through his head again like a donut through powdered sugar. Earlier that week, they’d gotten a call from the hospital about an unidentified mutant, age 17. It seemed she lacked a memory. With no form of identification, or defining factors, the hospital was hard-pressed to deal with the girl. Even attempts at testing her for a blood type had failed. Seemed as if needles just had a tendency to… snap… when she was around. A small sigh escaped Shin’s lips as he slumped forward, hands in his pockets. He supposed all he could do was try to get on her good side and see if she opened up.

The nurse popped her head out a second later, raising her finger to deliver yet another point. All she saw was the trailing black duster of the man as he walked down the hall.

~*~

"Is there an Alison?" An Asian face popped around the doorway of the recreation room. His hair hung over his shoulder as he tilted his head. A few people in the recreation room shed looks his way. One man rocked nervously in his chair and mewled. Shin glanced around, oversized smile on his face. Eh? Eh? His eyes fell on the brown-robed back of the monk. An eyebrow jutted upwards meticulously. The monument of a smile chiseled to a frown. “Hi.”

The young priest was indeed very young. Only 15 is very young for somebody like him to visit people like her. Mostly the older ones who didn't have to stamina to travel far came here preaching about god and such. Mostly to deaf ears though. He wanted to ask her something but got cut of in the middle by a person entering the room.

"Is there an Alison?"

A young asian man had made his way into the recreation room. He certainly wasn't a doctor nor a frequint visitor. He was very new and strangly was looking for something and someone. Alison curled up against her legs again as he made his way into the room. He was looking for her, and she had no idea who he was. Was he with the people from the organisation that wanted her back. He didn't look like a scientist or a suit wearing person. He seemed quite normal. The young man made his way to them and said.

“Hi.”

Seemingly it was directed to the priest. Alison was safe for now from any weird questions. Alison softly said : "hello." Back to the man even though she wasn't sure if it was directed to her. If he went past the nurse, he would probably already know what she looked like. It was going to go down one way or the other. The young priest however directed his attention to the young, asian man aswell. He asked the question that was already answered by the entrance that he had made. "Why are you looking for her." She softly said a bit scared of the young man.

(ooc: Well it has been a week so i'm skipping martyr for he hasn't been online for a week)

The young man looked at her through the entire story he was telling. Alison couldn't look away so she looked him straigh back into his eyes. He was a bit hesitant in his story however. This clearly made Alison feel uneasy. This was all getting a little bit to dubious for her liking. Swap school with secret laboratory in big coorperate building, and the situation changed back to where she was. Or atleast where she thought she was all this time. She mostly repressed those memories until she slept, if she slept.

"What do you want me for, to stick needles into my brain again." She said a bit loader and agitated. She clearly blew her cover but she couldn't take it anymore. She found out the world didn't have many good guys in it and most people just did stuff to make profit, no matter the consequences. She had to be ready to run now though, escape this place. It was comprimised by people who wanted to take her away to other places and do weird stuff to her. As long as the doctors didn't come in to dope her up she could run, or atleast attempt to. But where to run was the question.

She heard stories though, about what she did when she wasn't all there. She hurt a doctor once, with one arm. But that couldn't be true. She didn't come over as very strong and it wasn't like they had any heavy objects here to test that story out. She just hoped it was true at a moment like this.