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Aaron found himself, holding on to her more tightly than he should have, finding his body reacting to her presence. Much like it had when he saw her, watched her walk in front of him, when they simply sat in group. Hence he was bending over most of the time because of it or crossing his legs.

As he held her though he found his hand moving up to caress her face, he knew she was more than attractive to her but he would never want to press himself upon her, but he leaned down and let his lips caress her cheek till he reached her ear. "Do you know how many times I have wanted you in my lap?" He breathed into her his hand moving to her neck and over her shoulder. He would let her decide right now how far the could go, but he knew his want of her was extremely high. He wouldn't press not knowing if her issue was with PTSD or other intimacy related issues.
 
“ As long as I’ve wanted to do this maybe?” Taylor said placing her hands on both sides of his face, kissing him. She’d just made the second move, she was okay with that. The brunette liked Aaron, it seemed like they had a lot in common. Group therapy was definitely a good place to meet other people, she considered privileged because her father ran the place. Plus she was an heir to the place since it had belonged to her great grandfather, grandfather plus she didn’t have any brothers only because her mother had been stupid by cheating on her father. @Gannameade
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Doctor Tracie Wild walked up to Adrian with her hands stuffed in her coat pocket. “ You know some of them aren’t even on medication right? Not questioning your methods since medicine is your speciality.” She said putting her hands up as a sign of surrender, she’d actually been a patient at the facility when she was younger. Besides with a last name like wild people immediately thought she wasn’t right in the head, it was the last name on her birth certificate not a joke. @CarolusRex1718
 
Aaron wanted to be suave and cool but he ended up being a bit dorky as he wasn't trying to press, but when she kissed him all bets were off. She had been wanting to kiss him for a while. Truth be told he wanted more than a kiss but she wasn't some trollop to be pounced but he had to admit she had some lovely lips and he tasted her slowly letting the kiss develop, his lips parting some to let his tongue graze against her own. She was right, he had been wanting to do this for a long time. Too long apparently cause she wanted it too. He wished he could have been cooler as he missed these signs.
 
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Taylor kisses him back sliding her hand up under his shirt as she did so, broke the kiss just long enough to kiss his neck. She had wanted to be with him for quite sometime but hadn’t had the courage to approach him until now, she nibbles on his ear a little. All she wondered was how she was going to tell her father about the things that had been done to her physically, she wasn’t afraid to go all the way with a boy so if making out with Aaron turned into something else then it did.
 
Aaron's hand was on her buttocks and he squeezed slowly, but caressed her neck as their tongue moved over one another. He was truly hungry for her, he had been for sometime, he initiated but some how she easily took over. He didn't mind he just didn't expected it. A few looks, a glance and blush had turned into this and he was finding he couldn't get enough of her. He didn't want to press her trauma was similar maybe, but different from what he guessed. She may have hinted around but he didn't want to be that guy that she saw when she had nightmares. He wanted to be the guy...that put a smile on her face in and out of her dreams. He felt her kiss along his neck. "I have...wanted you for a long time Taylor!" He admitted to her as he knew that particular truth already.

He was sure she could feel his heard with her hand on his naked chest and it was beating steadily with his desire for the woman.
 
"Wild..." He said, acknowledging her with a smile, "I've been wondering where you spent your time." He chuckled, "I'm well aware, but there's a solid idea out there that just taking any pill in the first place sets you right." His voice carried a tone of tragic knowing - being well aware that many of the cases here may have been hopeless, and this place was little more than a storage locker for some of the residents - but at the same time one of contentment. His time at the facility hadn't been terrible, and the staff was all caked with tiredness, not one born of hopelessness but rather of rejuvenating fatigue, a mood which he hadn't been submerged in since his time in South Africa.
 
“ In my office mostly. I don’t usually leave it unless I’m at home for the day. Haven’t had a day off in three-four months, as you know I don’t socialize with my coworkers. Why must you use my last name? It gives people a bad opinion of me, I hate it. Call me Tracie please! “ The blonde said as she gave the pharmacist a kiss on the cheek, smiled. She’d been at the hospital long enough to know that she had to keep everything professional, despite her her age she’d had flings but had never had anything serious which is why she still had her maiden name. @CarolusRex1718
 
"Tracie..." He said, more so to himself as he turned her name over in his head a few times, "I think it fits you." He concluded, looking her in the eyes with a gaze of weary happiness, "then again, " he began, "I think Wild fits you more, you've got the eyes like you earned that name." He finished, teasingly, as he turned back and finished up the small cups of prescriptions. A kettle began to boil elsewhere in his office and he quickly leapt over to it and turned off the hot plate which it sat upon.
 
“ Well it most certainly does I’ll admit that but I’m sure you’ve seen my record from when I was a patient here. You and your tea... I prefer coffee. Anyways I’ll be in my office, if you’d like to talk the door is always open.” Tracie smiled as she watched him jump over to his kettle as it whistled, made her way back to her office. She wasn’t the only female doctor but at same time she often felt like she was not that it bothered her, the blonde had been attracted to Adrian for quite sometime but she was also attracted to her boss. Walking into her office she closed the door, made herself another cup of coffee then sat down at her desk. @CarolusRex1718
 
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Vince was being lead to the main area of facility after being checked in. For the time being they had made him remove his piercings and necklace, which he was fine with, but he made it abundantly clear that he was not leaving behind the pendant. Now in his patient scrubs, pendant safe in his pocket and feet safe from slipping in their special socks he glanced around at his newest 'home'. "Wow, these are the fanciest digs I have ever lived in. Guess this bastard is finally stepping up in the world. Just cost me my freedom for while." He said with a low whistle and dark chuckle to the nurse escorting him. "Oh come on that was funny." He said when he didn't get a response from the nurse. Sighing and rolling his head around gave up trying to make small talk. Truth be told he was uncomfortable as fuck being behind locked doors. It just wasn't natural for him.

Entering the social area Vince looked around and started to walk away when a firm hand caught him by the elbow. "Remember to follow all the rules and things will go smoothly here for you Mr. Spaulding." The nurse said eyeing Vince hard. "Rules? There are rules here?" He asked looking confused and slightly offended. Just as the nurse opened their mouth to speak Vince cut them off. "I'm fucking with you. I will break the bare minimum of rules to make your life easier, since you have already judged me to be of the rule breaking type." He snipped. "What was it? The tattoos? Piercings? Wait I know, it was my hair. NO! I GOT IT! It's cause I don't have eyebrows. Can't trust a dude with now eyebrows. Makes it really hard to read our expressions isn't it?" He rapid fired off the reasons all the while staring the nurse down. Reaching up he scratched his head with a single finger as the nurse began to look uncomfortable and started to glance around for assistance. "Ya know, you are making me feel... Shit in my boots what's that word? Ahh, yeah. Triggered." He said dropping the aloof act with the last word his voice falling into a hard tone while his scratching finger imitated pulling a trigger beside his head. Turning and walking away Vince hoped he wasn't about to get tackled from behind and given an injection of something to 'calm' him as he walked straight backed to one of the couches.
 
After a few minutes in her office alone with her coffee Doctor Wild was given the new patient memo over the intercom system between staff, stood up. Smoothing down the tails of her white jacket she picked up her cup of coffee, made her way down the hall to the social area. “ Hello Mr. Spaulding! I’m doctor Tracie Wild, it’s very nice to meet you. Ruby heights is a very good facility, we have a very good reputation for helping our patients.” The blonde extended her hand to him, sipped her coffee. She hated being welcome committee but the head of the facility had family issues to deal with, she was pretty sure his daughter had run off to get friendly with another patient. That wasn’t as frowned upon as staff patient relationships were, she honestly hoped that this new patient didn’t think she was a meal. @Kosmik_Khaos
 
Vince fought back a physical cringe at hearing himself called "Mr. Spaulding" again. Clenching his teeth he forced a smile and twisted his head to the side to greet the voice that most recently offended him causing his neck to pop loudly several times in the process. Spreading his lips to bear his teeth more than smile he looked at the proffered hand then followed it up with burning stare. When his eyes reached the face of the woman that spoke to him his grin spread even wider giving him a manic look with the combination of long braided facial hair, no eyebrows and a slicked back Mohawk. After holding eye contact with her for a long moment he made a point to look her from top to bottom and back up again before drawing his eyes back down her arm to her extended hand. He looked like the part of a predator eyeing it's next kill. Reaching out slowly he took her hand in his, noticing the softness of her skin against the workers calluses on his own.

Holding her hand in a firm, but not crushing grip he subtly pulled her closer, his grin still plastered on his face. "The pleasure is mine Doctor Wild. Though I would appreciate it if you called me Vince, or at least Vincent. I don't very well care much for the surname I carry." He said his eyes locked hard on hers. Still holding her hand in his unwavering grip his smile reformed into something more natural and less menacing. "I am sure this place is all kinds of peaches and cream Doc, otherwise I wouldn't have been pointed this way." Finally releasing her hand he let his body fall into a relaxed state almost as though nothing at all just happened. "So..." He trailed off looking her over once again, but this time not in a predatory fashion but in a way that gave the impression he was looking not only right through her but into her. A trick he picked up in his carnie years. Learn to read a person so you can get the best results from them. Accepting his initial read he held back any comments or actions on it, another thing he picked up. Never act to quickly, but never miss an opportunity. He had a few feelings about this woman but since he was going to be here for a while he had time to wait and see what came of his first impressions. "...What can I do ya for Doc Wild?" he continued picking up from his trailed off beginning of the sentence?
 
“ Vincent it is, that makes two of of us. I don’t much care for my own last name, I just thought I’d welcome you since the headmaster or whatever you wanna call him is dealing with family related stuff. “ Tracie said rubbing the back of her neck as she sipped her coffee, she wasn’t at all afraid of him. She didn’t scare easily, when he gave her the once over once again she placed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. This wasn’t her first welcoming rodeo she’d been welcoming patients since she first started at the place, had been at ruby heights longer then most aside from her boss who had taken over after his own father had passed away. She remembered the old man he was a sweet old man, helped her through a lot of her issues. Looking at her it was hard to tell she’d been a patient at the facility because only staff could look at her record, amazingly everything she as still on paper the place was efficient but had no computers aside from laptops and the computer room used to write emails or do school work for patients still in school or taking college classes.
 
The bell on the doors dinged to alert the staff that a new patient had arrived, in walked a very scared seventeen year old. She held onto her duffel bag, signed in as a new patient. With her father being the head doctor/owner of the place she assumed he’d be the one welcoming her, she was given her wristband then told to wait for doctor Roberts. * Paging doctor Roberts* “a young girl is here, says she’s your daughter.” After her father was paged kassie sat down, chewed on her lower lip. She’d paid for a bus ticket, knew she was only seven months shy of her eighteenth birthday and graduation but she’d have her dad take care of everything. The young girl had basically run away just because she was tired of dealing with her mother, wanted her father granted he’d left when she was still young. @Gannameade
 
Nodding at her a smile of approval spread on across his face as she stood her ground. This woman had moxy and he liked moxy. "Well I appreciate you understanding Doc. I will do my damndest to remember to leave your last name out of conversation." Standing he looked the woman in her eye and mulled over his thoughts. "So question Doc, can I get a tour around the place? I was just dropped off at this couch and left to stare at the pretty walls. Not really something I am good at doing. I get...fidgety when I am still. That is unless you are not allowed or have other shit to deal with." He wasn't lying about getting fidgety. He was already feeling his skin crawl from being behind locked doors. His fingers drummed against his legs before he reached up and ran them through his hair. As he did so his fingers moved almost automatically binding his curls into a braid as they moved back. "While we are at it you can share some info about this place. It's huge. Which about the only positive I can find about being locked in here."
 
“ Come on I’ll give you a tour of the place. There’s a pool downstairs in the basement that hasn’t been used in a few years, a weight room. There’s also an outside area when it’s a nice day out, your room will be on the second floor. For the first six weeks you’ll be by yourself then moved to a double room once we establish that your not a danger to yourself or others, you’ll room with another male patient. I think that covers it. “ Tracie said leading him to his room where he’d be staying after she showed him the cafeteria, various social areas of the place including the computer rooms. The blonde held onto her now empty coffee cup, sighed as she looked at her watch for the time. She’d been up all night because of a patient that was on suicide watch, had to be checked on every few hours.
 
Vince cocked his eyebrow even if it was currently removed at the mentioned of an unused pool. He followed behind the woman taking note of where and what each place was. He failed to hold back a laugh ending up snorting when she mentioned him not being a danger to himself or others. "Sorry doc, but I'll always be a danger to myself. Unless an explosion, something falling from the sky or a rough semi take me out I am punching my own ticket. That's just how it is." He said being candid with her. He had no reason to not be, he was comfortable with the knowledge that outside of a freak accident suicide was his way out of life.

Vince noticed her sigh and how she looked at her watch and shook his head slightly. "Why do you let them over work you?" He asked before he thought about what he was saying. That was something that had gotten him into trouble more times than a lot. "It's easy to see Doc that you are over worked, prolly not underpaid, but still. How much help can you be to us if you are surviving off bad coffee and..." He paused and suddenly moved his face just inches from hers to look into her eyes. "... well that is good. At least you don't look like you are on drugs. Just caffeine far as I can tell." He stepped back. "I don't do the sleep thing very well, so if you ever need to catch a cat nap you can come give me some one on one therapy or some shit and take a nap while I make friends with the faces I can find in my ceiling." Turning away he threw up his hand with the metal horns raised. "I am guessing I will be given a schedule for groups and shit sometime. Till then I'm going to get horizontal. You don't have to leave but again, I don't know what you got goin' on round here that is keeping you up all night and the head honcho doing 'family' things." Not turning back to face the admittedly attractive doctor Vince flopped onto the bed, almost half his body hanging off it and stared up at the ceiling.
 
“ Well Vincent if that’s the case then I’ll make a note of it, you’ll stay in a single room. In any case lunch is at noon, I’m fine don’t worry about me. Actually the coffee isn’t bad I’ve got my own personal pot in my office. I’ll leave you to your nap, my door is always open.” Tracie said as she smiled at him, walked away heading back to her office. She’d heard the page for Doctor Roberts, shook her head he’d as she walked back into her office to make yet another cup of coffee. Taking a seat at her desk she put her hands behind her head, waited for the warm liquid to finish brewing.
 
Vince closed his eyes and mentally cringed at what he said aloud and how Tracie took it. 'Hell, now I'm goin to be on some kinda watch list. Stupid Jackass of the day award goes to me.' He chided himself internally. Flopping his head to the side he watched the doctor leave his room and considered her open invitation, if she did have access to decent coffee and her own personal supply he could see about getting a cup from her every so often if what the patients were served didn't suit him. Hell, he would probably do it just to have something to do. Staring out of his door for a while longer he let out a loud groan and wriggled about on his bed. He was already feeling antsy about being here just knowing he couldn't walk out if he wanted to. Getting up from the bed he decided to wander. Who knew what he could find to entertain himself. With that thought Vince left his room not caring about closing the door behind him and turning down the hall and walking with no set destination.
 
This was turning out to be not the best start of days. He had seen his daughter so what could she have been up too. It had been since morning that he had seen her so what was. "Kassie?!? KASSIE..My God what are you doing here?!?" He was more than happy to see her but he didn't expect her here...he had one baby here already not both of them. He ran to her and scooped her up into his arms. "Oh baby...daddy missed you...so much!" He hugged her tightly, now he just had to put a hit out on their mother and her ass of a boy friend. He was joking mentally..a little!!
 
“ I had to get out of there.... he’s not nice.... The guy she’s with is a jerk, he’s not the only one daddy! She’s always bringing someone new home, treats me like her little slave. My grades were dropping, I couldn’t stay focused on my studies. It’s like I was being watched all the time, I told her it made me feel uncomfortable but she didn’t care. So I checked myself into here so I could be with you! Please daddy don’t make me go back to her.” Kassie said as she hugged her father, held onto him like she never wanted to let go. She knew she’d always be his second baby cause her sister was older but she also knew she’d always be safe from her mother’s sick twisted ways of parenting, it was apparent by the way she spoke that she’d developed anxiety. @Gannameade
 
Carrie walked down the halls with her hands stuffed in her pockets as she stared at the floor, didn’t watch where she was going. Before she could look up she fell on her ass, cursed under her breath then got up off the floor. “ Sorry I um... I’m Carrie or twitchy to some. You must be new... “ Fuck shit damn bitch! “ She said to herself obsessive cursing was one of her ticks, then there was the weird noises. Turrets was a very uncontrollable illness unless treated with the right medication, she‘d been a patient at the institute since she was fourteen cause her parents couldn’t handle her. Her head popped from side to side, her right eye twitched ever so slightly as she waited for him to shake her hand. She wasn’t afraid of much, liked meeting new patients who obviously needed help in less ways then she did. Pushing down the sleeve on her left arm she continued to hold her hand out to him, admired his tattoos. @Kosmik_Khaos
 
Vince wandered for a while gaining familiarity with the halls. It really was a nice place he was in and despite his aversion to being in any type of confinement, perceived or otherwise, the place a big enough that he didn't fell all that trapped. Lolling his head around on his shoulders Vince was looking straight up at the ceiling when something hit him. He staggered back a step and looked down to see a rather cute girl on the floor picking herself up. Reaching out he took her hand in his and helped her up. "Not a problem Carrie, I was busy trying to see the stars through the ceiling, shoulda been watching were I was going instead." He said noting her twitching but saying nothing of it. Everyone here was here for something after all. "Yeah I am new, just got in a little bit ago. I'm Vince by the by." He said still holding on her hand and watching as she looked at his tattoos. Finally letting go he flashed the girl a toothy smile that rode the line of friendly and demented. "So now that we have ran into each other and properly introduced ourselves time for me to be nosy." He said with a soft clap of his hands. "Where are you heading, and can I follow? I am bored and I don't like being stuck inside places I cannot freely leave so I am wandering to avoid anxiety." He spoke openly, not caring what anyone thought, he never had and didn't really see a reason to start now. @Shadow Wolf
 
“ I was going outside... it’s quiet out there, I can relate to anxiety. Try having turrets syndrome, obsessive compulsive disorder. “ Carrie said as she ran her hand through her hair, cocked her head to the side twice again. She had been taken out of school, had to finish through the internet because her illness was a disruption to the education of her then peers then her parents sent her to the institute because they were tired of dealing with her. “ Bitch! Mother fucker!” The blonde blurted out , covered her mouth with her hands as she blushed. She hated her illness, was pretty sure she was the comedian of the hospital since some people/patients had found her illness amusing especially when they could see the cracked skin on her hand or he bruising on her wrists from smacking them against the walls or the scars from using her own nails to cut herself. @Kosmik_Khaos
 
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Vince raised a hairless eyebrow in amusement at her outburst, and her rather cute reaction to it. Reaching out he gently took her hand from her face and smiled at her. "Nope." He said simply sliding his grip from her wrist to her her hand holding it in his. "You don't get to cover up that cute smile round me." He said grinning. "Anyway, I am not real people, I am carnie folk. You have a reason for your use of profanity. I just happen to speak vulgar as my first language." He said with a chuckle at his own little jab at himself. Keeping her hand in his he moved to stand beside her. "Okay then cutie pop, you were heading outside. I can deal with outside even if it is behind walls. So lead this silly bastard to the freshness of the outdoors." He threw his arm out pointing like a general or something before cocking his head to the side and flashing a smile. "Pretty fucking please." He added, a slight hint of desperation to be outside in his tone. @Shadow Wolf
 
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