. Group Therapy ., [ALL] READ ME READ ME

['Ninette]

. Group Therapy .

The room is large, poorly lit and cold. There are several chairs set into a circle, some farther away than others, some vacant on either side of inhabitants, some where several staff members eyes constantly stray.

Outside middle evening is smoldering to twilight and the sky is several shades of bruise and ice-cream; light yellows, cool pinks, darkening purples and muted blues. Soon it will be dark all together. An atmosphere of tension like electricty bubbling through those gathered blankets the room in nervous silence.

This is the first of intensive group therapy and no one's sure just what to expect.

ROLL CALL!
You owe me posts!



Silly Caster
Emmeline Kaiden
Howard Mount
Adam - Get a last name!
Erzsebet Merriweather
Edward Samuelson - optional
Tisba Sevitri
Ninette Rose
Zachary Dicht
K -optional

***OOC: I will be putting a list
for rolecall up here to make
sure that we don't miss anyone.

Everyone please post!

['Ninette]

bump...

[Fallen888]

Adam was lead into the session by Eve. She stood back, allowing him to take a seat and get comfortable. Not that, that was possible. The small wooden chairs that formed a semi circle around a large desk, were not really made for someone of Adams stature. Being first in, Adam wasn't too uncomfortable. Taking a seat at the end of the circle, nearest the desk. He glanced toward the several folders that lay scattered there. Looking back toward Eve, she smiled gently. "Just be calm Adam. This might be good for you." He didn't really know what she meant by that, but he trusted her.

Adam sat there in silence for a while. His mind drifting to recall recent events. Ninette had defiled his food at supper. Then she bit a chunk out of his shoulder. He thought about that, unsure why he didn't just kill her. They spent part of the day together after that, and she hadn't attacked him again. Maybe she just had to get it out of her system. Silly, the new girl, stared at him rather rudely at breakfast, and that left a bad taste in his mouth, until she attacked Earl. His other handler, who was still out on medical leave.

Edgar had bashed his head in with a wooden food tray, from which, Adam still carried several stitches in his head. He had murdered his best friend, Molly. A cat that befriended him several months ago. And had dug her grave, and performed her funeral. She was soon defiled by Edgar, who taunted Adam with the body of the dead cat. Adam thought about killing Edgar. Tearing his head from his body. Reliving those moments. He almost wished Edgar was still alive, just so he could kill him again.

He re-buried Molly, and was ready for a quiet moment when he took note of Silly. She was rather strange, he thought. Still not sure how to take her. Her tantrum and the running off with Edgars head, still disturbed him. He met Howard, a new case worker. Whom he instantly decided he didn't like, until Ninette spoke up for him. He tried to cure Ninettes injuries by removing the glass from her feet. Getting a swift kick to the head for his trouble.

Rather eventful past week or so. And now this. Group. Adam wondered to himself, just how good an idea this was. He knew why he was here. He knew why everyone was here. Not normally invited into group sessions, his paranoia kicked in. This was a trap. The doctor and guards and orderlies were sure to bust in and take him down. Drug him up. Prepare him for yet another horrific session with the doctor. He looked toward Eve. She was calm, watching him with care. If she knew about the set up, she didn't show it.

['Ninette]

(This is a continuation from this post. I realize there may be conflicting time issues as far as other interactions Ninette has participated in. I'm saying that this scene with Zach(s) went on just as group was about to start. Now they'll be coming in as more people enter.)

...

The sound of a door closing. Ninette's serious eyes hidden beneath halflidded cherry lashes, her features flushed. She's been called in from outside, along with the Zachs (though they both live in one body), lord knows what she must have been doing. He looks to be in one piece though so things couldn't have gone too wrong.


"I want to sit right here-"

"No Ninette, move to a seat."

"This IS a seat!" Nini hisses.

One of the other orderlies makes a gesture to leave her be. She splays her hands on top of the desk which she sits behind, feeling the texture of the wood, enjoying the solidness of the furniture. Her bright eyes shifting to glance over all the empty chairs and then Adam and Zach. Sharp corners of her mouth twitching with anticipation of a catty smile, "Lets talk about your past. Why do you like eating people? What does it give you?" she questions, obviously repeating things that have been asked of her.

['K']

Outside the door there's a creaking noise that starts from a distance. It is obvious that its heading towards the door. The jocular diatribe of two of the rougher orderlies can be heard, silenced by a third voice, a female voice, apparently a nurse, telling them to contain themselves. The door opens and in the doorway appears K. Not by his own volition, however. He is in a straightjacket, strapped down with leather straps to a board situated on a wrought iron dolly. The creaky wheels fill the room with an awful sound as the other three emerge from the door and push him toward the circle. The nurse moves two chairs away and the orderly pushing him sets it upright a good distance away from the others. One of the orderlies starts to whistle a tune as he pulls on rather thick leather gloves to remove the gag from K's mouth when he catches a stern look from the nurse. He purses his lips and removes the gag without further merriment.

K licks his lips and looks at the nurse with a bit of a smile.

"Is it entirely out of the question that I sit down?"

Before she has a chance to answer him, assuredly in the negative, the door opens again and one of the doctors enters. Upon seeing K he marches right over and pulls the nurse aside.

"What is he doing here?"
"Orders are for every patient to be here."
"Well yes..."

The doctor looks around and motions for her to move out of earshot of the rest of the patients.

"Orders are also that we allow him to eat with the others, but you and I both know we can't allow him out among them. Think of what he'd do!"
"I know Doctor Kerrigan, but Doctor Murden insisted that he be here."

The doctor became visibly agitated but just looked back towards K and nodded gravely.

"Well keep him as he is, and I don't want those two to leave."
"Yes sir."

They both moved back to the group and the doctor took a place in the circle opposite K, nearer to the others. He greeted them as he moved to his place.

The nurse spoke to the orderlies.

"Mac, Oscar, you two are to remain."
"Aw but Missus H..."
"No buts! Do not leave until this is concluded," then she spoke in a decidedly hushed tone, "and do not take your eyes off of him, don't even blink."
"Yes Missus H."

And with that she left.

"So I suppose I don't get a seat," mused K.

The doctor ignored his statement.

K looked intently at the other patients that had already arrived. He knew that they had only been told of his presence and nothing more. All they knew was that he was not to have any contact with other patients, outside of these groups apparently, for any reason at all. However, he knew that if any doctor here was worth their salt, that constant one on one sessions coupled with extreme isolation was only going to drive him inward indefinitely. And that could be incredibly dangerous. He was already a sociopath, but he knew there were greater depths for him to travel to. How many of the others had already been there, he wondered. Surely not her, he imagined looking towards Ninette. His eyes narrowed a bit on her.

Then he moved his gaze to Adam. This one was visibly nervous. A smile started to tug at the sides of his mouth but he straightened it out. No...not yet, he thought.

Speaking to no one in particular, staring straight ahead, again at no one in particular, he stated very matter of factly:

"My nose itches."

No reaction from anyone, only furtive glances. The orderlies didn't bother, they obviously weren't following the nurse's instruction.

"I said...my NOSE itches."

[Silly Caster]

Enter Silly Caster.

Lanky and rail thin. The dirty white nightrobe that trickled around her ankles could have been held up better by a coat rack. The girl was oblivious to the room itslef as a random orderly escorted her into the room. She had no bodyguards following her around, no caseworkers dogging her. No babysitter. Why? Silly Caster was the quiet girl. Silly Caster was the calm little childlike woman that no one had to worry about, right? Right?

So one might thing upon first impression. As well as ignoring the fact that she had been here but a week or so and has already put staff on medical leave.

Those dark and deep, coal coloured eyes gave one quick and emtpy sweep of the room. There were already quite a few people here. And she found herself missing the comfort of her cell. Babs, the tiny pink bunny was clutched to the crook of her neck by one hand as the other held a thumbnail between her pale lips. Nibbling at the already raw cuticle absentmindedly.

Those ever watchful eyes eventually settled on Adam. Oh yes, Adam. That daunting stare. That sense of knowing came over her as it had that first day. What was turning the wheels in her head just then? Only she knew, of course.

Moving further into the room she never removed her eyes from the hulk of a man known as Adam. Raven locks of long silken hair flowed over her scrawny right sholder. Half covering Babs and the thand that held the toy.

Her path bringing her towards K. And eventuallly behind him. The hand at Silly's mouth moved to touch the arm of his straight jacked, ever still her eyes on Adam. Dissapearing behind that dolly and board. Hand still upon his arm as her face childishly peeked from the other side. Another tilt of her head. Hand sliding from K's arm. Slack at her side as she emerged again with the tip of one of Babs ears now between her lips. Chewing at it gently with an oh-so-sensuality.

But of course, the mind of Silly Caster was not up to speed, so to speak, with the abilities of her body. A child in heart and mind, confined to a very adult body. Bare feet shuffled then away from K and she flopped into the first empty chair that came within reach.

Fresh dots of crimson dotted her robe at thigh lenght. Hell knew what was causing it. And if one was to be paying attention, one might see the dried blood on her fingertips. Her own blood. Oh, the euphoria she found in cutting. And the good doctor had provided her with a nice, sharp quill that did a mighty fine job of it.

Settling in, gangly long legs folded, nightgown floating around her loosly, eyes set on Adam, and Babs in hand. Silly did not once stop to think of why they were all there tonight.

[Two Minds One Knife]

Zach strolled in--or rather, stumbled in--after Ninette, apparently fighting with himself. He managed to guide his lithe body into a chair, despite its mad twitching; his mouth moved rapidly, though the "words" were nothing more than a rapid series of gasps and whispers. His head snapped to the left and right as either personality attempted to seize the reins and reign supreme, rain all over this room, red rain, red--

He settled, suddenly, and looked up, a strange smirk splayed haphazardly across his thin features--it was as though the grin was
slashed
into his cheeks.

"Hello, everyone."

His voice was possessed of that certain quiet quality present in truly insane persons; he spoke, almost, as though he couldn't be bothered to pay too much attention to the real world--he was far too lost in his own to care for this one.

His head was still twitching, but only anyone close enough to him would notice. Thin strands of his lank black hair fell in a messy storm over his face--the effect only served to accentuate the menacing amalgamation of mirth and madness currently occupying his pallid lips. The jagged scar that parted his face down the middle
a perfect example of God's fetish for irony
twisted with expression.

He dragged that viridian stare

like a knife

across the other occupants of the room, as though noticing them for the first time. This was a frequent event for Zach; either personality was so often so busy fighting the other to stay in control that they lost interest in the surrounding audience.

"And how are we today?"

The thin white shirt and pants hung loosely on his thin shoulders. Someone so insubstatial should not exude such powerful menace.

[Fallen888]

The peace in the room didn't last long. Adam had only been in a few minutes before Ninette came in. Watching her curiously as she took the seat behind the desk. That was just like her, he thought. Eve stepped away from the door as K was wheeled in. She was not too friendly with his orderlies. She was a professional, and had been looking after Adam for years. She didn't socialize with those who handled K. She heard stories, bragging from them about being cruel for the sake of it. She moved to stand against the wall behind Adam. A safe distance from everyone. A silent observer.

Adam watched curiously as K was wheeled in. Strapped down and gagged, it was evident, K was a bad man. Adam had been chained and shackled from time to time, but his services to the doctor allowed him certain liberties. At least, they used to. Adam didn't seem to be able to find comfort. He shifted and fidgeted. He smiled a little at K's comment. "My nose itches." That tickled him a little.

His head tilted as he watched Silly enter. And it was just like her, the way she stared at him. He was a freak, generally used to being stared at. But the way Silly looked at him made him uneasy. He saw her attack Earl. One of his orderlies. He also watched her run off with the mutilated head of Edgar. Disturbing. She didn't seem at all to mind being close to K, as she peeked at Adam from one side, and then the other of his dolly and board. Glancing between her and K as she slid around behind him. He watched her closely as she settled and stared at him. She was very strange. Probably why she was here. Strange beyond the measure of the outside world.

Glancing toward Zack(s) as he stepped in. Adam didn't respond when he addressed the group. Not being rude, more, he didn't have anything to say. So far most of the people in the room were strangers to Adam. He had spent time with Eve of course. And had been attacked, and caressed, and attacked again by Ninette. He had seen K being wheeled here or there, and had seen Zack(s) around in the common areas. He glanced over toward Silly who seemed to either have something for, or against him. He was unsure which. Uncomfortable as the crowd grew.

Adam went to stand, not sure if he meant to leave, or act out, Eve spoke up. "Adam, no. Sit still. Please." She was always polite. Please and Thank you, common phrases. Adam turned to glare at her, unthrilled about being told what to do. Eve returned his stern expression, and Adam turned back toward the group. Agitated and tense.

['K']

K looks down at the frail patient that touches his bindings. She is very frail and seems as if she wouldn't hurt a fly, but sometimes the most dangerous ones are the most unassuming. She didn't meet his look so he did not smile, his face remaining blank even as her hand slid away. There was something endearing about her but he didn't want to assume anything. First impressions were important but often misleading, and the meeting had barely started. The orderlies that brought him in had pulled up chairs and were either lost in a daydream filled with ale and/or women down at the brothel, or actually snoozing. He couldn't tell as neither of them made a sound aside from the occasional shuffle, adjusting on the uncomfortable wooden chairs. He was pleased to see that they weren't going to be watching him as carefully as they were asked to. Still, it wouldn't be prudent to make any trouble at this juncture. No, today he would listen and not speak out of turn too often if he could help himself.

Dr. Kerrigan sat back in his head seat amongst where most of the patients had taken theirs. He fumbled with a notepad and adjusted his specs as he looked over the names, his eyes jumping back and forth from the paper to faces, his lips moving as he counted heads.

"So we're still missing a few...well that's ok.

He folded up the notebook and readied his pencil. His legs followed suit and he donned a smile that was less than convincing but well meant.

"So everyone, I'm Dr. Kerrigan as you should know by now, but if you don't know me then I'm sure you'll find I'm very much a person who you can talk to for any reason. I want nothing more than to help all of you in any way that I can. I understand that some of you don't want to be here but I assure you this will be quite pleasant, and I hope you'll all grow to treasure our meetings. This will of course be dependent on you. Society has deemed you all unworthy of responsibility. I am here to tell you that is not right! I have great faith in each and every one of you! Now if you please, and I'm not putting any of you on the spot...I know this is our first time and it might be a little upsetting for some of you, but please try to stay with us...I'd like to ask all of you to introduce yourself and maybe tell a little about yourself if you feel like it. That's what we're here to do, to talk about how we feel, what we're scared of, what we'd all like to see ourselves accomplishing here at Wesswick. I'll start out and then we'll go on to the lady at my left (this is Ninette)."

He looked around for a moment, then cleared his throat.

"My name is Eric Kerrigan. I'm 47 years old and I've been a doctor here at Wesswick for 8 years now. I find my work very rewarding and endlessly interesting. It is a joy for me to see each one of your faces here and eager to learn more about yourselves. Let's see...I enjoy Dante, Bach, I play the harpsichord in my spare time. I even have tried my hand at a little poetry. I grew up in Coventry back in England and graduated from Oxford. I have been married to my wife Eloise for 28 years and we have four children, three boys and two girls. Two of my sons are abroad at Oxford while the other is being schooled here. The girl, my youngest, is the light of my life and she enjoys playing the violin. I fancy that some day she'll grow up like her mother with a keen interest in gardening and housemaking. And if she's anything like her mother that won't be the way of things at all," he adds a rather disgustingly genial chuckle here. "She'll be a lawyer if she has any say in it, I've never seen such a hard headed and strong willed child. But back to me...I am interested in each of you because you are all very special. God has placed each of you in Wesswick's care and with my faith utterly placed in Him I feel that it is my duty, nay my life's work to see that each of you finds what it is you are looking for during your treatment. If there is anything that any of you ever need, do not hesitate to ask me or one of the staff. I assure you that we will do everything in our power to accommodate you if we think it is healthy. And that is the key word here at Wesswick. Healthy! Ruminate on that word for a moment if you would! Heal thy! Heal thyself! We doctors can only do so much for special people like yourselves. When the mind is ill it is up to the individual to do most of the work! Though this may sound frightful and dreadfully hopeless to some of you, I assure that it is not. The human mind is a wondrous thing, and within each of you lies the potential for great works. I know in my heart of hearts that each of you is capable of a very rich and fulfilling lifestyle. And while we doctors and nurses and orderlies will do everything in our power to guide you toward the light, it is ultimately up to each of you to walk towards it. I place in each of you the responsibility of your well-being, and I know this is something that has never been bestowed upon any of you...responsibility. This is the first step towards getting better! And I'm sure that all of you will in good time. Now," he looks towards Ninette, "would you like to introduce yourself?"

K's face remains blank as he listens, cataloging each lie and deception the doctor utters. The left side of the doctor's mouth twitches slightly each time he says something that isn't true, though he makes sure to keep his hands still. K imagined if he didn't have a pencil to keep track of in a room of people that would potentially ram it through his face that his hands would be all over, glorifying each of his words with ridiculous grandeur of movement. K's eyes moved about the room slowly as the doctor finished talking, looking for responses or expressions on the faces of others.

[Fallen888]

Adam sat silent as the good doctor went on about himself. A professional speaker he seemed. Eloquent and confident. Speaking as if he actually believed what he was saying. He tensed a little at the doctor spoke of introductions. Adam was not a social creature. He would choose to spend his time alone, and be left alone.

Then the good doctor spoke of God. An how it was God that placed the residents at Wesswick. And this man admittedly given over complete faith to the heavenly father. Instantly enraged by the talk of God and faith, he could not contain his aggression.

"Fuck your God!"

Adam blurted before Ninette had a chance to respond. He wasn't trying to get a rise, or cause a disturbance. He simply could not contain his distaste for this man. Adam had never had sessions like this. This was his first group meeting, and it was becoming clear that he didn't belong.

"Adam. Wait your turn please." Eve spoke up. Watching him closely. "You can talk when its your turn"

Adam clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. Control over his motor functions and awareness unraveling into something horrible. He was not sure how much of this he could stand.

[Silly Caster]

It was the good doctor's voice that eventually turned her eyes from the man known as Adam. Not that she actually paid attention to the words he spoke. It was just the sound, really, that caused her dark eyes to linger on him. Finding her mind suddenly going over minute and pointless details. The color of the doctors eyes, the hair on his knuckles. The way he held himself in his chair. In her own opinion, he seemed a rather stable man.

Strong enough to muder...

Thoughts gone astray. What little concentration she may have held, faltered and ended. Eyes moving on. There were many in the room she had never seen before. The girl she sat next to was missing her lower lip. And she suspiciously thought it looked chewed. Much like that of the half-eaten neck of Edgar.

And though she was not aware of Ninette's...issues. She connected the two in a way.Searching Ninettes face next for a moment, then K's. Having looked at this man for the first time since entering.

Wondering why he was bound in such a way. Head tilted in curiosity, darkness flittering in those empty pupils. Raven locks floated gently and Babs stared on as well with glassy black eyes. Adams sudden outburst was enough to jolt her, but was otherwise unphased by it. Studying K. The dolly, the jacket. And she rose quite slowly and with deliberate motions. Approaching him with a childish objection.

Babs was first to touch him. Bumping against his arm, sliding over a strap as her eyes were everywhere but on K's. Admiring...studying the straps and loops and clasps. She heard a cough, someone asked her to step away but she did not. Babs wandered upwards. Rested on K's shoulder as she played the bunny in one hand. Making the laughable toy sway and dance there.

Her other hand reached for a clasp.

"Silly! Take your seat."

Jolted again by the voice of an observant staff member. Her fingers lingered on that release, eyes drifitng up to K's. Before fingertips slid away and her hand rested at her side. Babs poised atop his shoulder still.

Another warning, and footsteps appraoching. She withdrew Babs and turned towards her seat again. And albeit if her eyes didn't go back to Adam's face and settle there.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline is none too pleased to see so many of them gathered in one place. Does the doctor have no sense? Doesn't he realize what a terrible idea this might turn out to be? All these conflicting personalities... and chairs! Those can be made into grade-A weapons. Her long, nimble fingers flutter together like moth's wings, nervously pausing only to alight with movement once again.

"Ninette," she snaps awkwardly, feeling the need to assert herself. "Get out from behind there, this instant!" Ninette, of course, doesn't move and Emmeline nearly bumps into K in her haste. Pausing to glance the bound man over and wrinkle her nose in distaste she quickly schools her features and takes in a slow breath. "Evening, K. I hope you're behaving yourself." Not that she waits for an answer. There's no need to be near that freak longer than necessary.


"Silly, darling, how are you?"

[Silly Caster]

Emmeline's entrance stirred the room a bit. The glances of a few patients shifting to look at her. One of those being Silly. Those drab colored eyes empty of thought, but the wheels were spinning. Silly wasn't particularly fond of anyone, but this woman wasn't too bad. Edgy and odd, but not bad. And Silly's head tilted as the wirey woman found solice in spouting out a command she knew would not be followed.

Funny how that works. The patients here were deemed unfit for society. Here to be helped? HAH! Punished? Maybe. But the plain and somewhat brilliant truth of it was they ran this place. Sure the staff was there to instill a rugged guideline of sanity. But if the patients chose to act out, there would be little to stop them. To the right twisted minds..this place could be paradise.

And what twisted minds are we...

Thoughts finally spilling over to her expression as a satisfied smiled tugger her lips upwards at each corner. Untill the good Miss Emmiline spoke to her.

Eyes snapped back to thier usual placid gaze. Staring with quite the level of intensity now. Thoughts of thier session. The writting supplies. The quill. Nice..sharp..quill. Eyes unmoving, a hand tucked her dirty white nightgown between her scrawny thighs. Touching on the welts of her most recent self-mutilation. Yes, the quill made quite the perfect tool. And ink to boot. Ink lasted so much longer than scars. And easier to see. Not that it was so much about the scar as the euphoria she was awarded for the cutting. It was the whole reason she did it.

Her absentminded prodding and scratching at her thigh brought new, bright red spots to her gown as the fresh scabs were viced away. The subtle rise of feeling in the form of a dull burn was all but absent in her expressionless eyes.

Her gaze was drawn away by the screams of another patient who had taken it upon herself to start ripping her own hair out. Screaming as if to another to stop and let go. Another patient stood, then sat again. Everyone in the room was on edge it seemed. Mostly from Adams outburst and unease. Ninette sat at the desk, blatantly ignoring the request to move. Proving thus further the ugly truth that they could not be controled, only contained.

Oh yes...paradise

['Ninette]

So much stimulation.

Ni' can almost feel herself glowing with excitment. Those flickering eyes alight upon someone before rolling towards the next. Adam's outburst bringing a delighted squeal of giggles from her and Emmeline's order to move, along with that before it, gets no response other than the flare of small nostrils as she eases herself up out of her chair and crawls onto the desk. The wood is cold and smooth beneath her nightgown covered knees. Small hands splayed over the surface only to tense towards shell shaped fists that knock once or twice before becoming still.

Its K that seems to draw her attention, even more than the Zachs (and we know how she feels about them). When he's wheeled in she sits back against her heels and lifts her chin into the air, as if she were an animal scenting for something. Pretty red curls shift over her back as she again stretches forward to let some of her weight rest against open palms. When Silly enters she finds that smell she was looking for: Blood. Its not coming from K but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that she's found it and its enough.


"Scratchy," Ninette says quietly to herself before staring off into space. The word and her plan of action sink in without notice from the staff who are busy with naps and talking to patients. With trying to get the hair puller to calm down before chunks of scalp come off. She slips from the desk and creeps to K where she pauses just before him. "Nose, so close to mouth, and you are hungry. Aren't you? So hungry. Like me, I'm always hungry... I'm going to scratch your unhungry nose, and if your hungry mouth scratches me, I'll scratch your eyes out next."


With that said and done Ninette leans forward and inches onto her tiptoes before poking one finger out to scratch the tip of K's nose.



(Feel free to have K react in whatever way desired.)

[Tisba Beast!]

Ire high and flying, Tisba rips her upper arm from Klaus' grasp as he escorts her down the hall. Thick waves of onyx go flying with the gesture, a round of unpleasant foreign insults flying in turn at Klaus who is struggling.. not so much in vain.. but struggling none the less to keep his little beast under control. He pleads with her, she snarls as a reply. He threatens further, and she stops abruptly before him. His barrel of a chest running into her sleight figure. Turning on a delicate heel, Tisba hauls off and slaps the taste from his mouth.

Nobody notices, but Klaus.. he jerks her to him, smacking her chest and face first into a cold wall. Her forehead cracks, and she laughs excitedly. Words bubbling too quickly to be understood even by a native Slavic tongue. Klaus jerks her back around to face him, eyes understanding.. yet still angrier than words can convey. He still promises her if she's a good girl, good to God that she'll get some of her precious belongings back. Scarring back pressed to the cool wall, Tisba looks up at him with a hateful flare to those ebony eyes of hers.

Spit flies from her supple lips, she hurls insults at him faster than he can reply to. His lips don't need to reign her in, but his back hand does. A resounding slap bounces her back against the wall, leaves her staring open mouthed up at him with Ninette's worn bear Skeet hanging barely in her left hand. That's what they had been arguing about.. Klaus had been ordering her to stay away from the little savage, pretty as she was. Exclaiming she's no lady of God, exclaiming that she'd taken all of Tisba's things.

"Lies!" She shrieks, lip shedding more than saliva by then. Klaus readies his hand at his heavy belt, warning her of the impending discipline to come if she doesn't shut her lovely mouth. "Ninette is my friend!" Shrieking again, Tisba winces as forceful hands grab her by the hair at the base of her neck. Klaus stands there as his charge is led away to the therapy room. She'll pay later, and maybe this time.. she'll get paid for it exactly how SHE wants! With his hardness riding between her caramel thighs.

Jerking her head away from the powerful hand, she regrets the action for it's torn out a good chunk of hair. Dead ends, she sniffs anyways and rubs her scalp with her free hand before traipsing into the room to join the other vagabonds and tempters. Flat eyes take in the scene, lofty eyebrow turning to the orderly who'd brought her in. He's already gone, not giving a hoot that K's handlers are fast asleep. Tisba sneers, turning to find the hot mess that is Ninette. Wordlessly, she cradles Skeet in her arms and moves to where K and Ninette are situated.

Dressed like she normally would be, that is.. in a baggy mens button down shirt, no panties beneath. The shirt hangs down low enough to cover her unmentionables. It's also unbuttoned quite a bit, hanging off one golden shoulder. Still cradling the bear, Tisba steps up to Nin's side and wordlessly offers the bear gently back to its owner. Ninette had seemed to lose the bear earlier in the day, Tisba was kind enough to pick him up and watch after him until Klaus would let her out of her room.