"..." Scowling to the driver as he had the entire drive over, Dio spoke not a word; He just couldn't help thinking "Man... my life's over!" Roth as he preferred to be called, hadn't the slightest idea if any other of the people staying in the institute had arrived in the same state as him:
Incarcerated, Roth couldn't imagine his personal effects would have been retrieved for him, not after he'd pulled a knife in an attempt to avoid his captors. Soaking wet, the only way he knew of to dampen his innate gift as he thought of it, placed in handcuffs he was brought to this place. Bah, his life was over, he was sure of it, once the driver walked Roth through the gates this place would be the end of him... He couldn't help but imagine the last day he had roaming his home city, the last time he'd committed petty thievery, the last chance he'd had to listen to his beloved music...
"It's all over man." The scrawny man commented as the driver came over, but he wasn't talking to him; Roth was just voicing his thoughts so he'd hear them said, let the disbelief ebb as the foreboding symbol of that institute loomed ahead...
Incarcerated, Roth couldn't imagine his personal effects would have been retrieved for him, not after he'd pulled a knife in an attempt to avoid his captors. Soaking wet, the only way he knew of to dampen his innate gift as he thought of it, placed in handcuffs he was brought to this place. Bah, his life was over, he was sure of it, once the driver walked Roth through the gates this place would be the end of him... He couldn't help but imagine the last day he had roaming his home city, the last time he'd committed petty thievery, the last chance he'd had to listen to his beloved music...
"It's all over man." The scrawny man commented as the driver came over, but he wasn't talking to him; Roth was just voicing his thoughts so he'd hear them said, let the disbelief ebb as the foreboding symbol of that institute loomed ahead...
There was no reading the stony expression of the driver. As he was walked to the building Roth lamented what he'd lost, replaying the last moments of perceived freedom, small things like the clothes he'd wear given any choice or the colour that the thief would dye his hair coming to mind with ever-deepening despair.
"This isn't so much a place of endings as it is beginnings"the words the driver spoke came forth, rousing Roth from worries that had been plaguing him; though it was disbelief that the other man received from the green eyes of Roth. The pristine interior hadn't quelled the melancholy which gripped at his chest, Roth felt no comfort from the orderly presentation he was offered, even the honest words of the driver were rejected by the young man. Anything worth having, has to be stolen, that was a cage of sorts that Dio stepped into when he was barely a teenager, a cage of his own making that had now been placed inside quite a real one, if the institute was anything like in the thoughts of Roth.
The driver informed him that he'd be left in the doctor's care, Roth judging that the woman seated at the desk he was brought to must be "the doctor", though... "taking care of" him wasn't a prospect that the petty criminal had liked the thought of.
"Lotta good he was..." Roth mumbled, left with silence and the thud of the large front doors, Roth pessimistic over ever seeing the outside of those doors again ever.
"Tch." He scoffed, did his best to look confident ,though nothing else could be further than the truth. He didn't speak, just raised his wrists up to the woman in the doctor's coat, giving a rebellious stare that screamed for her to uncuff him if she was daring enough! In truth Roth looked disheveled with how soaking wet he was for the trip over, his black eyeshadow smeared all over his eyes from trying to wipe away droplets of water from his hair, black curly strands shaved into a wide mohawk that now drooped down the sides of his head and face. A mess from head to toe; and yet Roth still stood there like he owned the world or otherwise, deserved to!
"This isn't so much a place of endings as it is beginnings"the words the driver spoke came forth, rousing Roth from worries that had been plaguing him; though it was disbelief that the other man received from the green eyes of Roth. The pristine interior hadn't quelled the melancholy which gripped at his chest, Roth felt no comfort from the orderly presentation he was offered, even the honest words of the driver were rejected by the young man. Anything worth having, has to be stolen, that was a cage of sorts that Dio stepped into when he was barely a teenager, a cage of his own making that had now been placed inside quite a real one, if the institute was anything like in the thoughts of Roth.
The driver informed him that he'd be left in the doctor's care, Roth judging that the woman seated at the desk he was brought to must be "the doctor", though... "taking care of" him wasn't a prospect that the petty criminal had liked the thought of.
"Lotta good he was..." Roth mumbled, left with silence and the thud of the large front doors, Roth pessimistic over ever seeing the outside of those doors again ever.
"Tch." He scoffed, did his best to look confident ,though nothing else could be further than the truth. He didn't speak, just raised his wrists up to the woman in the doctor's coat, giving a rebellious stare that screamed for her to uncuff him if she was daring enough! In truth Roth looked disheveled with how soaking wet he was for the trip over, his black eyeshadow smeared all over his eyes from trying to wipe away droplets of water from his hair, black curly strands shaved into a wide mohawk that now drooped down the sides of his head and face. A mess from head to toe; and yet Roth still stood there like he owned the world or otherwise, deserved to!
Leigha glanced up from her desk, and wanted to let out a sigh when she saw the new subject. He looked like the type of arrogant person who believed they were one of the most dangerous people to walk the earth. Having powers probably had inflated his ego. Whatever the case, she was supposed to finalize his induction to the institute, and that what was she intended to do.
"Those aren't coming off," she said, seeing him hold up his hands. "Not until we're sure you can be trusted." Standing, she grabbed her clipboard amd stepped out from behind the desk. "Please, follow me. This will go a lot quicker if you cooperate."
"Those aren't coming off," she said, seeing him hold up his hands. "Not until we're sure you can be trusted." Standing, she grabbed her clipboard amd stepped out from behind the desk. "Please, follow me. This will go a lot quicker if you cooperate."
"Ugh, this is the part where you dope me up? Tell me to take medicine and shut up..." Roth said with bravado, false confidence being put on in a tone that he imagined, was a convincing one. Yet he followed where the good doctor would lead and left his handcuffed arms hanging at his waist, not unlike an animal tucking their tail between their legs.
His green eyes looked about in fear, apprehension, he was not to be trusted he knew that better than any of the two-bit shrinks in that whole institution... The second his clothes had dried, as soon as he could get near fire or even just the smallest of sparks, Roth planned on incinerating any restraints he was put in and making an escape. But he was trapped, the blonde doctor woman had accurately inferred some of Dio's attitude from his expression; the young adult thought he was incredibly powerful and so the feeling of being trapped, caused him quite a bit of terror.
His green eyes looked about in fear, apprehension, he was not to be trusted he knew that better than any of the two-bit shrinks in that whole institution... The second his clothes had dried, as soon as he could get near fire or even just the smallest of sparks, Roth planned on incinerating any restraints he was put in and making an escape. But he was trapped, the blonde doctor woman had accurately inferred some of Dio's attitude from his expression; the young adult thought he was incredibly powerful and so the feeling of being trapped, caused him quite a bit of terror.
"You won't need to be taking any medication," Leigha said, entering the medical examination room and holding the door open for him. "All it is is a simple check-up."
She pulled out a few sterilized tools and motioned for him to sit on the medical exam table. "I'll be checking blood pressure, pulse, height, weight...basic things like that," she further explained.
She pulled out a few sterilized tools and motioned for him to sit on the medical exam table. "I'll be checking blood pressure, pulse, height, weight...basic things like that," she further explained.
"Uuuugh man..." He whined, childishly, Roth poking his head into the room that the doctor had held the door open to but he hesitated... Roth had been following two steps behind his doctor while she'd lead them through the institute, fear and trepidation obvious on those liner-washed green eyes of his, even if the lack of medicine was some consolation to the young adult.
"You got a NAME or what, doc?" Posturing he asked the doctor's name of her, walking slowly into the room and leaving wet shoe-prints with each slow step of those ankle-high black boots, each step that of a man who was expecting to be ambushed, at any minute...
"Hate doctors." Roth grumbled, more as a personal protest, quiet as the grumbled statement was, rather than a targeted verbal assault. He was afraid in an obvious way, straining against his handcuffs enough to begin bruising as he'd been walking about the institute, his deplorable appearance that of others' making for the first time in his miserable existence. What was to be expected, surely more than the tests this woman had suggested, Roth thought, convinced that the future had nothing good in store for the young punk.
"You got a NAME or what, doc?" Posturing he asked the doctor's name of her, walking slowly into the room and leaving wet shoe-prints with each slow step of those ankle-high black boots, each step that of a man who was expecting to be ambushed, at any minute...
"Hate doctors." Roth grumbled, more as a personal protest, quiet as the grumbled statement was, rather than a targeted verbal assault. He was afraid in an obvious way, straining against his handcuffs enough to begin bruising as he'd been walking about the institute, his deplorable appearance that of others' making for the first time in his miserable existence. What was to be expected, surely more than the tests this woman had suggested, Roth thought, convinced that the future had nothing good in store for the young punk.
Leigha approached him with the blood pressure cuff, sighing. "Yes, I do have a name," she said. "I'm Dr. Amerson." She wrapped the cuff around his arm gingerly, and glanced down at the handcuffs.
"The only reason those are still around you wrists is that you can't be trusted. No one here wants to keep those on, and security is tight here as it is. I won't remove them until I can be sure you won't try anything, but try not to injure yourself with them."
After taking his blood pressure, she pulled out a device to measure pulse. It was a miniscule, black box worn on a person's finger. That would be rather difficult, considering the metal keeping his hands together. She'd need his cooperation if she wanted to perform the test. "I need to take an accurate reading of your pulse for our medical files," she said, bluntly. "I need to place this on your finger, where it will remain for a minute or two before calculating your pulse. I need your cooperation, please." She held up the small machine, internally shaking her head.
"The only reason those are still around you wrists is that you can't be trusted. No one here wants to keep those on, and security is tight here as it is. I won't remove them until I can be sure you won't try anything, but try not to injure yourself with them."
After taking his blood pressure, she pulled out a device to measure pulse. It was a miniscule, black box worn on a person's finger. That would be rather difficult, considering the metal keeping his hands together. She'd need his cooperation if she wanted to perform the test. "I need to take an accurate reading of your pulse for our medical files," she said, bluntly. "I need to place this on your finger, where it will remain for a minute or two before calculating your pulse. I need your cooperation, please." She held up the small machine, internally shaking her head.
" "Amerson" is a funny first name." He teased as she took his blood pressure in an attempt to seem more confident, though Roth cooperated, in truth still feeling apprehensive about the institute in its entirety. Barely paying attention, half expecting to be attacked by someone while the drenched young punk looked about the room, Roth continued to strain against his handcuffs without meaning to. It actually came as a surprise to Roth when the doctor asked for his cooperation.
"Huh? Uh, yeah." He actually cooperated. Shockingly, he offered his hand which was cold and clammy, his fingers offered out in what appeared an almost pleading gesture to Amerson so for a moment, he looked near normal. His blood pressure had been low, his heart-rate racing, clear signs of his anxiety reflected in that little monitor while the man had done his utmost to disguise those inhibitions.
"Whatever." Trying to play play off the significance of his cooperation and continuing to put on a front, Roth let the doctor do whatever tests she wanted while they were not invasive, his thoughts constantly on his lost identity as he saw it. His clothes, his music, a guitar... Circling thoughts put the man in a spiral heading downward, his pale freckled skin made paler still from fear, another sigh spilled as he lamented being caught and brought to the institute he was in.
"Huh? Uh, yeah." He actually cooperated. Shockingly, he offered his hand which was cold and clammy, his fingers offered out in what appeared an almost pleading gesture to Amerson so for a moment, he looked near normal. His blood pressure had been low, his heart-rate racing, clear signs of his anxiety reflected in that little monitor while the man had done his utmost to disguise those inhibitions.
"Whatever." Trying to play play off the significance of his cooperation and continuing to put on a front, Roth let the doctor do whatever tests she wanted while they were not invasive, his thoughts constantly on his lost identity as he saw it. His clothes, his music, a guitar... Circling thoughts put the man in a spiral heading downward, his pale freckled skin made paler still from fear, another sigh spilled as he lamented being caught and brought to the institute he was in.
Leigha threw him a sharp glare at his comment about her name as she sterilized the small instrument in her hand with strong smelling cleaning supplied. The scent hung in the air, one the doctor was quite used to.
She was decently surprised at the boy's cooperation, and took the pulse test easily. She glanced over both of the test results after recording the information, and then at him. He seemed...anxious. Nervous, even. Unknowing how to handle the situation, she decided to let him win this battle. She wouldn't bring up how anxious he seemed.
"All I need for the check-up is a quick height and weight measurement," she stated, motioning to the scale in the corner of the room.
She was decently surprised at the boy's cooperation, and took the pulse test easily. She glanced over both of the test results after recording the information, and then at him. He seemed...anxious. Nervous, even. Unknowing how to handle the situation, she decided to let him win this battle. She wouldn't bring up how anxious he seemed.
"All I need for the check-up is a quick height and weight measurement," she stated, motioning to the scale in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, alright. Whatever..." The smell of the room was already making him weak, the alcohol or whatever form of cleaning liquid was used to sterilise the the instrument Dr. Amerson had made use of made Roth feel sick. Fear, stress, anxiety, the situation was already disquieting thus the addition of strong smells and cold tools had only naturally made Roth feel ill, unsurprisingly all his inhibitions and worries mixed with the sterile room to leave the angry punk quite nauseous and queasy...
"Sooner you get this done sooner it's all over 'Doc'. What kinda' padded cell passes for a ROOM in this place, huh, you gonna give me dry clothes or am I keeping these on for that too." He said, false bravado urging Roth to raise his hands and indicate his handcuffs for the nth time since his untimely arrival. In truth the criminal was not eager to see what the facility had in store, the room he was expected to board in, though he felt he had to say something to sound strong; anything. The narcissistic young adult had no desire to feel helpless and so hearing himself speak was preferable to quiet cooperation as far as he was concerned, but he did cooperate with all that the woman asked in order to end the examination.
As instructed, Roth rose and went to the scale in the corner of the room, soaking ankle-high boots sloshing with every step as the skinny male stood up on them, it was like he'd never used a scale. Clad in all his attire, jacket and all soaked with water, he should have realised that any weight measurement Leigha would have gotten would not have been accurate at all.
"Sooner you get this done sooner it's all over 'Doc'. What kinda' padded cell passes for a ROOM in this place, huh, you gonna give me dry clothes or am I keeping these on for that too." He said, false bravado urging Roth to raise his hands and indicate his handcuffs for the nth time since his untimely arrival. In truth the criminal was not eager to see what the facility had in store, the room he was expected to board in, though he felt he had to say something to sound strong; anything. The narcissistic young adult had no desire to feel helpless and so hearing himself speak was preferable to quiet cooperation as far as he was concerned, but he did cooperate with all that the woman asked in order to end the examination.
As instructed, Roth rose and went to the scale in the corner of the room, soaking ankle-high boots sloshing with every step as the skinny male stood up on them, it was like he'd never used a scale. Clad in all his attire, jacket and all soaked with water, he should have realised that any weight measurement Leigha would have gotten would not have been accurate at all.
Leigha sighed after taking his height, realizing how waterlogged his outfit was. An accurate weight measurement was out of the question, which frustrated her immensely. She recorded the height, focusing on responding to Roth's words.
"There's no padded cells, you'll be staying in a individually designed room, actually. As for the handcuffs, I believe I've already adressed that. And your clothes....I can't take an accurate weight measurement, thus you need to change into something dry. However, we have the means to stop you from using your powers in any dangerous way if needed. All we ask is cooperation, what you don't seem to understand is that this place is no prison. It's a facility of research, and all we seek is the answers behind the arcane," she said in a cool tone, shaking her head slightly.
"This isn't how things are usually done, but I can bring you to your room, which has an abundance of dry clothes. After you change I can conduct the interview there, before heading back here for a quick weight measurement. Again, no harm will befall you if you only cooperate."
"There's no padded cells, you'll be staying in a individually designed room, actually. As for the handcuffs, I believe I've already adressed that. And your clothes....I can't take an accurate weight measurement, thus you need to change into something dry. However, we have the means to stop you from using your powers in any dangerous way if needed. All we ask is cooperation, what you don't seem to understand is that this place is no prison. It's a facility of research, and all we seek is the answers behind the arcane," she said in a cool tone, shaking her head slightly.
"This isn't how things are usually done, but I can bring you to your room, which has an abundance of dry clothes. After you change I can conduct the interview there, before heading back here for a quick weight measurement. Again, no harm will befall you if you only cooperate."
"Yeah?! I'm hearing a lot 'a talk but I don't see no cooperation from your side, Doc!" He argued and shook his handcuffs again to make his point, though all his childish behaviour had accomplished was to bring his wrists up into view, clearly straining against them as his pale skin had become wounded and bruised. Doctor Leigha's words hadn't put Roth at ease either, his green eyes widening, the man close to panic by that point and it showed.
"Right, just hand over my clothes, put on whatever messed up suit passes for a uniform." His voice's pitch slowly rose, eyes darted about the room as the sickening smell and heightened stress he felt left him feeling ever more nauseous. He was like a cornered pup, worried and wild.
"Researching arcane - what are you talking about!" He was oddly possessive about his attire for whatever reason, giving them up had tipped him to a more worried mode...
"I thought this was some prison for psychos but you're sounding nuts, i-is this a kinda nazi cult, you study how to make monsters? You a witch huh Doc!?" He flinched away, pulled his arms in to his chest, the irritating posturing young person looking incredibly sad and afraid. For all that display of bravado - Roth was terrorised, his own limitations causing him to flounder...
"Right, just hand over my clothes, put on whatever messed up suit passes for a uniform." His voice's pitch slowly rose, eyes darted about the room as the sickening smell and heightened stress he felt left him feeling ever more nauseous. He was like a cornered pup, worried and wild.
"Researching arcane - what are you talking about!" He was oddly possessive about his attire for whatever reason, giving them up had tipped him to a more worried mode...
"I thought this was some prison for psychos but you're sounding nuts, i-is this a kinda nazi cult, you study how to make monsters? You a witch huh Doc!?" He flinched away, pulled his arms in to his chest, the irritating posturing young person looking incredibly sad and afraid. For all that display of bravado - Roth was terrorised, his own limitations causing him to flounder...
Leigha's eyes widened at his reaction. This was unexpected, the boy acting like a cornered animal. She tried to soften her tone, sound more...human, she supposed, instead of a cold, steeled scientist. "Please, calm down. I'm not sure what you were told, but that isn't the truth. This place isn't a prison, nor a fanatical cult or anything like that. To put it simply, we study magic as a science. You know magic exists, it's why you're here. Your pyrokinesis, or fire abilites. The police didn't know where else to bring you, so they had an offical from here go to pick you up. We don't want to mutate or harm humans, certainly no monster making. I'm no witch, a simple human with only knowledge on her side," she said with a sigh. "I'll take off the handcuffs, okay? It wasn't my idea in the first place, and I apologize if they gave you the wrong impression. We're just trying to keep everyone safe. It may not seem that way to you, but powers unchecked are dangerous the safety of those who work here. I'll explain any questions you have about this place, you just need to try to calm down. I understand it's difficult at the moment, but you need to know you're in no danger."
She knew fear often stemmed from confusion, and Roth looked almost ill. Leaving the medical room would be benefical for him, she was sure. Walking over to the door, she motioned to him. "Your room is...well, a normal room, with normal clothes. We try to make those who stay here comfortable, you know. We aren't monsters, just curious," she said, after a moment of silence. "If you come over here, I'll take off the handcuffs and we can head to your room. You can ask ang questions along the way. If not, you can stay here as long as you want."
She knew fear often stemmed from confusion, and Roth looked almost ill. Leaving the medical room would be benefical for him, she was sure. Walking over to the door, she motioned to him. "Your room is...well, a normal room, with normal clothes. We try to make those who stay here comfortable, you know. We aren't monsters, just curious," she said, after a moment of silence. "If you come over here, I'll take off the handcuffs and we can head to your room. You can ask ang questions along the way. If not, you can stay here as long as you want."
"Tch-" His heart beat so hard he imagined it was audible, scoffing as he thought the mocking sound preferable to the alternative as, right then, he was ready to break down screaming he felt such strong terror. Had he not been wearing clothes that were soaked, Roth imagined he might have just transformed to living fire... But Leigha was consoling, kind, she spoke in a tone so calm that it reassured the young male.
"He's from here?" Roth breathed, the notion that the driver that delivered him to this place was not a officer somehow seemed important, Roth blurting out his question without much consideration or thought to what his reasons were. The doctor said he was not in prison, assured that Dio wasn't in any danger. He looked with worry down at his wrists; bruised and scraped from his own struggles, he would have liked to take her up on her offer to be rid of those handcuffs, but he was suspicious.
When the doctor had walked to the door it helped ease his inhibitions slightly, Leigha able to ebb away the fear of Roth but only gradually, entirely correct that he would like to escape that sterile, inhospitable examination chamber.
"..." He walked toward her, boots sloshing with each step that was taken in unspoken silence, a long pause taken once Roth had reached the doctor before - finally he raised his handcuffs up. For what he hoped was the last time the young adult showed the bound wrists in handcuffs to Dr. Amerson, desiring to be rid of them, once and for all!
"He's from here?" Roth breathed, the notion that the driver that delivered him to this place was not a officer somehow seemed important, Roth blurting out his question without much consideration or thought to what his reasons were. The doctor said he was not in prison, assured that Dio wasn't in any danger. He looked with worry down at his wrists; bruised and scraped from his own struggles, he would have liked to take her up on her offer to be rid of those handcuffs, but he was suspicious.
When the doctor had walked to the door it helped ease his inhibitions slightly, Leigha able to ebb away the fear of Roth but only gradually, entirely correct that he would like to escape that sterile, inhospitable examination chamber.
"..." He walked toward her, boots sloshing with each step that was taken in unspoken silence, a long pause taken once Roth had reached the doctor before - finally he raised his handcuffs up. For what he hoped was the last time the young adult showed the bound wrists in handcuffs to Dr. Amerson, desiring to be rid of them, once and for all!
Leigha felt relief when the young man approached her, glad her words had gotten through to him. He held up his hands, the handcuffs on display...and she saw how his wrists had dug into the metal, forming a bright red ring of painful looking injuries. Trying to keep herself composed, she slipped her hand into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small, silver key. She inserted it carefully into the base of the handcuffs, then turned it abruptly. The handcuffs snapped open, clattering to the pristine tile floor with a loud clang. She scooped them up and placed them on the medical counter behind her, and made her way back over to the door as she returned the key to her pocket.
“Hopefully that’s more comfortable,” she said, pulling open the door to reveal a clean white and gray hallway. “Your room is in another wing of the facility, the walk should be enough time for any inquiries.” She stepped out of the medical exam room, and waited for Roth to do the same.
“Hopefully that’s more comfortable,” she said, pulling open the door to reveal a clean white and gray hallway. “Your room is in another wing of the facility, the walk should be enough time for any inquiries.” She stepped out of the medical exam room, and waited for Roth to do the same.
"I'm not giving up my stuff." Not, quite a question... But it was the first thing Roth thought to point out as they walked. Oh the hallway was a weight off his shoulders, soaked and leather-bound in his jacket though they were; it was like he had taken his first breaths after feeling a risk of drowning! The nausea ebbed and his pale skin looked less sickly, his hands were free of the handcuffs he'd injured them with and even his posture became a little more confident. Still slouching, though he was, the young man had regained some gusto once unbound and away from the sterile examination room...
"This isn't a nuthouse, according to you... Then what the hell is it?" He asked, that one question opening up more and more, as he and the Doctor walked.
"Magic? ... You think I'm using "magic"? Because that IS nuts." The rude man said, still apprehensive, though not nearly as much as moments prior. What Leigha had done was obviously successful, some modicum of confidence earned in the entirely suspicious new arrival.
"If I'm not arrested what's keeping me from getting out'a here?" He was arrested, very incredibly arrested, the punk having chosen to ignore the part Dr Amerson said about the police not knowing where else he could go. In truth, the moment Roth stepped foot outside of the Institute he was unlikely to walk free for long; or walk at all, based off of his previous reaction to incarceration...
"I 'got stuff I need to do, I've got STUFF I need!" Again, his worries went to his precious few belongings, would his run-down poor-excuse for an apartment already be robbed, he wondered? Would he be able to just, walk away from the Mystical institute and back to his petty life, just by walking out the front doors?
"Aaaagh, don't know what to think any more..." he grumbled, loud enough that the Doctor had likely heard his words perhaps, though it was nothing more than externalised confusion. Roth was half-inclined to turn and run, hating his thoughts, not interested in foolishly hoping all that Dr. Amerson had said was truth. If he had, he would either be disappointed once his hope was dashed, or disappointed that it had taken so long to get to this, institute...
"This isn't a nuthouse, according to you... Then what the hell is it?" He asked, that one question opening up more and more, as he and the Doctor walked.
"Magic? ... You think I'm using "magic"? Because that IS nuts." The rude man said, still apprehensive, though not nearly as much as moments prior. What Leigha had done was obviously successful, some modicum of confidence earned in the entirely suspicious new arrival.
"If I'm not arrested what's keeping me from getting out'a here?" He was arrested, very incredibly arrested, the punk having chosen to ignore the part Dr Amerson said about the police not knowing where else he could go. In truth, the moment Roth stepped foot outside of the Institute he was unlikely to walk free for long; or walk at all, based off of his previous reaction to incarceration...
"I 'got stuff I need to do, I've got STUFF I need!" Again, his worries went to his precious few belongings, would his run-down poor-excuse for an apartment already be robbed, he wondered? Would he be able to just, walk away from the Mystical institute and back to his petty life, just by walking out the front doors?
"Aaaagh, don't know what to think any more..." he grumbled, loud enough that the Doctor had likely heard his words perhaps, though it was nothing more than externalised confusion. Roth was half-inclined to turn and run, hating his thoughts, not interested in foolishly hoping all that Dr. Amerson had said was truth. If he had, he would either be disappointed once his hope was dashed, or disappointed that it had taken so long to get to this, institute...
"Your stuff? Possessions before you were caught and brought here, I presume?" Leigha asked, hearing the firm tone in Roth's voice. It was a battle he sounded determined to win. Glancing over at the young man, the doctor was at the very least relieved he appeared better.
"And it isn't a 'nuthouse,' as you so crudely put it. It's a scientific research facility. All the staff here are intelligent doctors, nurses, and scientists. You must have heard of government funded research facilities, this is one of them. And it's purpose is studying of magic. It exists, and you know it. I know I'm repeating myself, but we seek answers. That's all. Answers to the curiosity of magic," Leigha explained, sounding almost passionate about what she was saying. She couldn't stand life without knowing, the terrifying prospect of uncertainty.... One of the only things that truly scared her to her core. The entire basis for her scientific life.
"Guards are keeping you here," the doctor stated the obvious. "And just because you aren't in prison, as there isn't one that seems able to contain you, doesn't mean you're free. You still committed those crimes. You're still guilty. That doesn't change. However, you're in a much better place that a prison...take it from me, you got lucky. This place is far more comfortable than a jail cell, and you get far more safety and privacy. You're treated like a guest here, your own comfortable room and a reasonable amount of freedom... We're even working out a school program for the children here. My point is, it's a close to a semi-normal life as you'll get."
Shaking her head as they approached the door to Roth's room, she looked at him and offered, "As for your things, if there's something you left behind, I'll see what I can do to get it brought here."
OG:// After your reply, a subject room can be created for Roth and we can move everything there to keep it accurate to location. The interview can be taken care of there as well. (Sorry this is taking so long!)
"And it isn't a 'nuthouse,' as you so crudely put it. It's a scientific research facility. All the staff here are intelligent doctors, nurses, and scientists. You must have heard of government funded research facilities, this is one of them. And it's purpose is studying of magic. It exists, and you know it. I know I'm repeating myself, but we seek answers. That's all. Answers to the curiosity of magic," Leigha explained, sounding almost passionate about what she was saying. She couldn't stand life without knowing, the terrifying prospect of uncertainty.... One of the only things that truly scared her to her core. The entire basis for her scientific life.
"Guards are keeping you here," the doctor stated the obvious. "And just because you aren't in prison, as there isn't one that seems able to contain you, doesn't mean you're free. You still committed those crimes. You're still guilty. That doesn't change. However, you're in a much better place that a prison...take it from me, you got lucky. This place is far more comfortable than a jail cell, and you get far more safety and privacy. You're treated like a guest here, your own comfortable room and a reasonable amount of freedom... We're even working out a school program for the children here. My point is, it's a close to a semi-normal life as you'll get."
Shaking her head as they approached the door to Roth's room, she looked at him and offered, "As for your things, if there's something you left behind, I'll see what I can do to get it brought here."
OG:// After your reply, a subject room can be created for Roth and we can move everything there to keep it accurate to location. The interview can be taken care of there as well. (Sorry this is taking so long!)
"Hah... You're kidding, right?" Disbelief was clear in the voice of the young adult, as Leigha suggested that his belongings might be delivered.
"You're screwing with me. You can get me my guitar?!" There was, finally, one genuine smile. Honest, unironic and entirely hopeful was his expression.
"HELL yeah I'd like it brought here! My clothes, girlfriend's clothes, and my guitar!" He said again, eager to have that piece he identified with returned,
"It's all in my apartment, 2600 Lafayette Ave, The Bronx, you better get on it Doc or I'll be robbed before you ever get there." Roth said, speaking quickly and excitedly, his colour mostly returned and his complexion far improved by the time the room was reached. He had made, a few assumptions in his enthusiasm, namely that Dr. Amerson would not already have the address of the young male on file, and that she would actually be going to such a dangerous neighborhood in person. Still, he'd made no attempt to fight the woman even with his handcuffs removed, his pale white hands rubbing at the inside of his wrists and elbows in great irritation...
"Yeah yeah yeah interview, sure whatever, not that it matters since I'm "guilty"." He scoffed, bringing his wounded hands up to make derogatory gestures, air-quotes with his index and middle finger. Oh but he rolled his eyes when the woman said he's lucky, barely listened when Leigha said how comfortable and safe Roth may be, Roth almost laughed when she said he'd be afforded some freedom! He was condescending, impatient and unlikable, that expression of contempt pointed at the kind doctor until Leigha mentioned the answers she sought to gain.
"..." He listened, rude as he was some hint of intelligence might have registered, if Leigha wasn't too fed up to pay mind the soaking punk by then, Dio taking in a small portion of what Dr. Ammerson said.
"... You actually care about this stuff." Roth spoke when Leigha said she wanted answers to the curiosity of magic, heard how passionate she was over what she said; it resonated with the capricious Roth in some form.
"Don't you?" Though he asked for her thoughts the question seemed rhetorical. Roth observed Leigha, then, his green eyes peering through the smeared black liner that was partly washed off by water; soaked as the young male still was.
"Hell, you let me, I could SHOW you how my crazy power stuff works. But I figure that'd be breaking whatever rules you' got going on, so I'll let ya ask whatever you like and I'll give you the answers you need." He promised, thought that was magnanimous, if his expression was any indication. Though how much he knew was debatable to say the truth, Roth ready to get into the room he'd been provided, curious if he was honest with himself as to what he would find inside!
OG:// No worries no worries!! xD Ready to move to a room when y'all are
x)
"You're screwing with me. You can get me my guitar?!" There was, finally, one genuine smile. Honest, unironic and entirely hopeful was his expression.
"HELL yeah I'd like it brought here! My clothes, girlfriend's clothes, and my guitar!" He said again, eager to have that piece he identified with returned,
"It's all in my apartment, 2600 Lafayette Ave, The Bronx, you better get on it Doc or I'll be robbed before you ever get there." Roth said, speaking quickly and excitedly, his colour mostly returned and his complexion far improved by the time the room was reached. He had made, a few assumptions in his enthusiasm, namely that Dr. Amerson would not already have the address of the young male on file, and that she would actually be going to such a dangerous neighborhood in person. Still, he'd made no attempt to fight the woman even with his handcuffs removed, his pale white hands rubbing at the inside of his wrists and elbows in great irritation...
"Yeah yeah yeah interview, sure whatever, not that it matters since I'm "guilty"." He scoffed, bringing his wounded hands up to make derogatory gestures, air-quotes with his index and middle finger. Oh but he rolled his eyes when the woman said he's lucky, barely listened when Leigha said how comfortable and safe Roth may be, Roth almost laughed when she said he'd be afforded some freedom! He was condescending, impatient and unlikable, that expression of contempt pointed at the kind doctor until Leigha mentioned the answers she sought to gain.
"..." He listened, rude as he was some hint of intelligence might have registered, if Leigha wasn't too fed up to pay mind the soaking punk by then, Dio taking in a small portion of what Dr. Ammerson said.
"... You actually care about this stuff." Roth spoke when Leigha said she wanted answers to the curiosity of magic, heard how passionate she was over what she said; it resonated with the capricious Roth in some form.
"Don't you?" Though he asked for her thoughts the question seemed rhetorical. Roth observed Leigha, then, his green eyes peering through the smeared black liner that was partly washed off by water; soaked as the young male still was.
"Hell, you let me, I could SHOW you how my crazy power stuff works. But I figure that'd be breaking whatever rules you' got going on, so I'll let ya ask whatever you like and I'll give you the answers you need." He promised, thought that was magnanimous, if his expression was any indication. Though how much he knew was debatable to say the truth, Roth ready to get into the room he'd been provided, curious if he was honest with himself as to what he would find inside!
OG:// No worries no worries!! xD Ready to move to a room when y'all are
x)
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