[CLOSED] Locked up and chained down.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon screamed as he was dragged from the FBI car in hand cuffs. Half the locals were staring. Hell, there was a news cast talking about how he had decaptitaed the surgeon. He had been cleaned up and allowed to change, snarled and writhed as they escorted him to the asylum doors and inside to check in.
"No! Let me go!" He screeched, arching in the grips of the two and kickig the third guy between the legs.
"Ouch! Fuck!"
Damon only smirked, huffing breathlessly, and screamed angrily again. A metal medical band was clipped to his right wrist, and he spit at the woman behind the desk, growling in agitation as he was led to the high attention wing and showed a room. It was furnished with a bed, chair and table, securely fitted with the four walls, a heavy duty door, and two large, barred windows facing the hall way, as well as a slot in the door in case somebody was not allowed to actually enter the room.
They uncuffed him and he calmed down some, slinking into the room and sniffling softly. He glared as the door clanged shut, his name card and information sheet, as well as his medical and criminal record attatched to the front of his door. It was a long list, ranging from shoplifting to manslaughter. The medical sheet wasn't so long, his triggers and calm downs unknown, his history simply neglect. He sat down on the floor with a grunt, but was completely calm now that he was in a secluded room. Nothing to trigger anything. He ran his hand over the carpet, studying his tattoos before he began to hum softly.

Somebody dropped his stuff off at the front desk. "Here. He's got clothes, his bedding, a little blanket thing he refuses to let anyone touch. Apparently. It's all been hecked, and can be brought to his room. And..then there this. I'm not sure on your pet policy..? I don't even know if he can acually take care of it, but it's his." The man set a crate with a small persian kitten on the counter, then turned and left with the other two in silence.

[dakota marie dalton]

Dakota looked up, watching as the new patient was drug through the doors. She sighed quietly, and went back to doodling on a notepad. Front desk duty. Fun. "I don't see how bumbardging a crazy person with cameras and shouting is a good idea.." Her head turned away from the doors and she realized she was alone. Her hand brushed her bangs back behind her ear before she turned back to the desk and begun her paper work.

Koty reached up, removing the paper clip she had been chewing on as a guy began talking. "Okay," She managed a small smile and picked up the boxes. Her eyes glanced down at a clock, and then around her. "Stay here, I'm goin to take this." She gave her co-worker a smile, putting one box on another and patting the boy's head quickly. "Not your wing," He reminded.
"No one from that wing is here," Dakota gave him a smile, "So, shut up." She sang and walked away. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, she was told she might be seeing the new patient already.

Her eyes peeked into the door quietly, before looking toward the guard next to her. "You know, he cut off a surgeon's head. Just because your with me doesn't mean I'm not going to die.. it mean's we're bouth gonna die." She patted his back, "Gonna open the door now?" Dakota asked, stepping back to clear his way. The guard gave her a sneer and opened the door. "Why thank you, kind sir." She gave him a smile and passed through the door.

Koty waited til' the door was closed before she looked over at the boy. "Hi, I have your stuff. And the kitty." She sat it on the ground and stepped away. "Just don't show it to anyone else here."

[damon angler dawson]

Damon looked up warily as she came in, studying her for a moment, breaths rapid. Never knowing love meant he had never been sane. She didn't seem to have a weapon on her. He reached out a nimble hand and opened the crate so she could take it when she left. He pulled the little white, orange and black kitten out and kissed its head, smiled at her faintly. "Thank'ya..." He mumbled, hugging it close. He stood up and grabbed his things, humming again as he pulled his clothes out and brought them to the dresser that was securely bolted to the ground. He put things away, then made his bed, tossing his blanket on the pillow and sitting back down on the floor again.
Patients could work towards earning rights to keep other items in their rooms if they showed improvment and thigs like that, but they all started with limits, and considering the fact that just a few hours ago he had killed a guy, he was on plenty. Bright blue eyes glanced at her again and he smirked faintly, as if nothing had even happened. But at any random moment he could freak, lose control, and lash out for no reason. "I'm Damon."

[dakota marie dalton]

"No problem, might be hard to feed her though." She shrugged, and retrieved the create. Her eyes looked the boy over, found all the tattoos to be odd but intriging. He didn't seem the dangerous, but Koty had been working here for awhile. Most of the people in here didn't look to crazy. She threw a smile his way as he broke her concentration. "I'm Dakota," She answered, offered a small wave. She turned the create over, and sat down. "Guess you wanted to be remembered for something other than starring in movie?"

[damon angler dawson]

Damon shrugged, would give it some of his food. He glanced at her warily at the comment, eyes narrowing. "No," He muttered, words half a growl. "He touched me, nobody touches me." A fine eyebrow rose, and he gazed down at the kitten. "Ain't that right Lillian?" He kissed her little head, rubbing at his wrists where the handcuffs had been.

[dakota marie dalton]

She leaned forward, propping her head up with her hand. "No need to be gettin' offended, I'm not here takin' notes." She breathed, and looked toward the cat. "That's a cute name." Her hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear.

[damon angler dawson]

He eased up some again, nodded at her comment about the kittens name. He set it down, watching it stumble to the bed and curl up on the corner of a blanket draped on the floor. He glanced back at the young woman who had said her name was Dakota. "Why you in here then? Everybody's afraid of me." Good grammar, manners, he wasn't stupid. Wasn't slow. That was far from his problem.

[dakota marie dalton]

"Cause no one from your wing was there to bring you your stuff, and now I'm just trying to avoid sitting at the front desk." She looked up to meet his gaze and then back over to the kitten. Koty huffed and stood up, dusting herself off. "But I mean, I can leave if you want." She was indifferent about Damon. He had cut off a surgeon's head, but he didn't seem all that scary.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon shrugged a bit, watching her quietly for a moment. He could care less right now, was growing somewhat uneasy. When the gaurd opened the door, giving her orders from their head that she could work desk or help serve meals, Damon's head snapped up and he studied him. The way he held his gun, the way he looked at him. He stood slowly, stepping back.
"What, is he afraid of me?"
Damon's lips curled. He wasn't a thing, he could understand. He eyed the gun.
And then he was moving straight towards the guy with all intentions of at least getting a good hit in.
He didn't see the taser, hit the ground with a sharp breath and scooted away, drawing his knees up as he glared at him.

[dakota marie dalton]

Dakota's head turned, looking to the guard and then back to Damon. She seemed to stay calm, but really she was just frozen until' he was tazered. A frown passed her lips as she watched him curl up on the ground. "No, probably just didn't like your face." Koty flashed a smile, and took a step toward Damon. "You okay? I'm gonna go get you some food." She studied his face for a moment before walking over to the guard.

She dissappeared out into the hall, waiting impatiently for the guard. Her eyes washed over the purely white walls, and the thick metal doors. It was enough to drive her insane when she starred for too long, but where else would she meet interesting people. It wasn't long til' they were at the beginning of the wing where others were already delievering food, and guards were following behind them.

Dakota took the rest of the trip to the cafetira by herself, grabbing a cart full of meals. A sigh rolled off her tongue, and she headed toward /her/ wing first. When she returned to high attention wing. "Let's go, boss. One more meal left." She said to one of the guards before leading him down to Damon's door to open it.
"Got you some yummy cafetiera food." Koty spoke as she entered his room.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon shrank back as she stepped closer. He flinched when the door slammed and locked, and frowned. He sighed softly and got up, rubbing at his aching side as he wandered to the bed and sat diwn.
When Dakota came in, he was curled up and hugging an old ratty blanket, petting the kitten sleeping beside him. He watched her cautiously for a moment and got up, taking the tray. He wandered towards the small table and chair, scooting it back thoughtfully, realizing it wasn't bolted down. He poked at the food with his fork, eyebrows furrowing. He glanced up with uneasy blue eyes, used to them drugging his food at the hospital. His grip tightened dangerously on the fork as he eyed her hand one the table.

[dakota marie dalton]

When he took the trey, she dusted her hands off and began to look around the room before taking cautious steps toward the table. But removed her hand as he watched her. Koty glanced toward Lillian. "Can I touch her or is she a no go zone too?" Her eyebrow raised as she looked back to him. She wanted to know her limits, didn't want to trigger him.

[damon angler dawson]

"You cantouch her," He mumbled as he watched her. But he pushed hisfood away even though he felt hungry. He didn't want to be put to sleep or calmed down to where he felt heavy. And he didn't trust they wouldn't do the same, even if it was actually just plain food. He held onto his fork and pulled off his jacket as an excuse, revealing fully tattooed arms and hands. He wandered to the dresser and put the jacket with the hidden fork inside, closing it, barely figured she might notice when it wasn't on his untouched tray. And if he didn't cough it up and she couldn't find it, he was only asking for trouble. He watched her quietly.

[dakota marie dalton]

She made her way over to the bed, pulling the kitten into her arms. "Hey, pretty kitty." She cooed, scratching Lillian behind the ear. "What about sitting on the bed?" Koty asked, turning back to see him putting his jacket away. Her eyebrow rose once more, but quickly her attention turned back to the kitten. "I know of a bigger orange kitty," She petted Lillian's head and held her up to eye level. A smile spread across her lips, "I bet she would love you." She giggled as she held the kitten to her chest.

[damon angler dawson]

"Go ahead." He wandered close and snatched the small ratty blanket, setting it on the dresser out of the way before he sat down on the floor, watching them. He ran fingers over his knuckles back and forth quietly, humming to himself again absently. He sighed in agitation, rubbed at his face carefilly, playing with the backs of the piercings in his mouth.