Realistic or Modern Silver Lake Institute and Research Center

[Kat Attack]

1954 - Upstate New York:


The Silver Lake Institute for the Mentally Deviant had been on the decline for the past three years. Treatment methods were deemed morally unsuitable and many patients had ended up dead with little to no explanation. By demand of the city, Silver Lake was forced to close its doors. Many years passed and Silver Lake began peaking interest once again due to overpopulation in the county’s current institute. Under new management, Silver Lake had been given a completely new reputation. After obtaining new licensing rights, the center has transformed into Silver Lake Institute and Research Center, thus allowing doctors to use more… questionable treatment methods like they had in the past. Only this time it's legal, all thanks to the newly adopted scientific viewpoint.




Here at the Silver Lake Institute and Research Center, we aim to not only help the mentally unstable, but also to help find a cure to their diseases. Our facility is complete with a dining hall, craft room, lounge, garden, and library. The spacious rooms offer comfort and peace of mind to our patients. Our research lab is accredited with the highest credentials, making it possible for a brighter future. We promise nothing but best, most personal care for your admitted loved one.

Thank you once again for choosing Silver Lake, Founder Dr. Jack McAndrews and Staff
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[Kat Attack]

Mabel Royce

After another long day of doing absolutely nothing, Mabel crawled I to bed. She could feel the anxiety creeping up inside her. Small tremors rolled through her body, but she tried to ignore it. She didn't want to have another episode. She was too tired. All she wanted was one night of sound sleep. Taking a few deep breaths to calm her down, Mabel shut her eyes tightly. She must have been more exhausted than she thought, because within minutes she was asleep.


When she opened her eyes she was home in her basement, holding her ballet shoes by the ribbon as they dangled by her side. She leaned against the back of the sofa, watching her parents paint the walls a deep blue. Mom's favorite. They were laughing as mom smudged paint across dad's cheek. In the next moment time began to slow. There was a loud bang. Flames slowly enveloped the stairs. Mabel couldn't move. She couldn't scream. She could just watch as her parents suffered. Debris began tumbling down. Smoke surrounded her. She couldn't breathe. She was dying.


Mabel was stuck in her dream, unable to wake up. Instead she choked up tortured screams, trying to gasp for air. Her body twitched slightly, desperately trying to wake herself up.

Brittany Low

Nurse Brittany, who might as well have had her own room at Silver Lake because of how often she stayed, was doing nightly rounds when down the hall she heard familiar screams. She glanced at a clock. Looks like Mabel actually got a few hours of sleep, she thought as she ran to aid the screaming girl. Brittany was quickly at Mabel's side, shaking her shoulders carefully, yet with enough force to wake her. "Mabel, hey. Wake up. Come on its ok. Wake up," she repeated, trying to break the girl of her nightmare. With a gasp Mabel's eyes snapped open, shooting up with a final scream. She looked around the room, trying to catch her breath. Brittany began running her back calmly, trying to relax the poor girl. "Deep breaths Mabel." Once Mabel realized she wasn't going to suffocate to death she burst into tears, curling into a small ball. Tremors shook her fragile frame as Brittany sat in silence waiting for the girl to stop. Mabel had cried herself dry within an hour or so. By that time it was practically morning. She was going to have to hurry up and start her morning rounds. “Mabel, everything is ok now sweetheart,” she cooed. “Take a moment to relax, then come and get some breakfast alright,” she smiled at the poor girl. Mabel nodded as Brittany left her room, beginning to check the other patients.

Garrian Everett

Garrian had been up all night hunched over machines, test tubes, and paperwork. His work would never be finished, there was always something new to discover and then rediscover again. The man had been playing with electric shock waves, measuring the brain activity of “rotten” mice that had been electrocuted with a few jolts here and there to establish correct behavioral patterns. “Soon you nasty rats vill be normal, just like ze rest of society,” he smiled to himself as he watched a mouse squirm in pain. He had a few findings recorded already. The higher the currency, the more likely the mouse was to change its behavior. An evil grin spread across his face. “Zis is perfect. In no time will I be able to have enough evidence to start zis treatment on all of ze freaks in zis place! I vill be known around ze world as ze man tu cure ze clinically insane! Ah, ze riches zat vill bestowed upon me…” He leaned back in his chair, dreaming of all the fortune that would someday be his.

 

[SkyFilms]

Soft echoes fell a crossed the walls, the quiet ricochet of steps bouncing around the corridors empty walls, a single man the source of them. A casual swish of fabric rustled between steps, the sound of a persons pants brushing past one another during the quick fluent motions. With a single hand the individual readjusted their bow tie, the accessory patterned with a blue sky and white clouds to cover the surface. They were silent, an aura of uncertainty purmiating off them, dense enough to absorb the halls air. Someones interesting today, a familiar voice chimed through the persons mind.


"What do you mean by interesting, Shoyo?" Rumiko murmured in response, the therapist intently watching his surroundings fearing that someone may hear him seemingly speaking to the air. He had been to multiple mental buildings all attempting to rid him of the many voices in his mind and would prefer to work at one currently rather then live in it. That one scientist irritated you yesterday Rumi, I'm sure we can stop him with the use of that knife, it'd be fun. A new tone slithered into Rumikos consciousness , a womens who spoke louder then the crowd of voices in the background. She seemed to only whisper terrible suggestions in his mind, once he used to follow as a child.


Rumiko didn't spare a response but smiled to himself crookidly and merely continued to stroll towards the cafeteria to where he'd visit with many of his patients greeting them with cheerful sayings during the process of retrieving a healthy cup of coffee.

 

[jinkx]

When Chloe woke up, the switch between her personalities had already been flicked. So, really, it would be more accurate to say that Lyra woke up.

Instantly, she stuck her thumb in her mouth and opened her eyes wide. She looked around. She didn't like this place, not one bit. It always made her want to cry. She sniffled and pushed back tears, knowing that she couldn't burst into tears every time she was in charge. She'd get a bad reputation and she didn't want that. She was one of the only likeable personalities. And, she didn't want the others to think of her as a crybaby, (though, she suspected they already did and she did, in fact, suspect correctly).

But anyway, enough of that debate. Slowly, Lyra sat up in her bed and brushed her hair out of her eyes. If there was one thing she liked about Chloe's body, it was her long, blonde hair. It was so pretty and soft. She ran her hands through her hair a few more times before she swung her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet, thumb still in her mouth. She made her way across the room and pushed the door open. The door was another thing that caused an issue between them. Chloe, Malik and Patch liked to keep the door shut, Lyra and Cassie liked it open.

Then, she slowly made her way down the corridor. Whilst the others were probably aware that there was some rule or something about wandering the corridors, Lyra didn't know any of the rules of this place. She didn't understand the purpose of rules. Rules were stupid. So, she made her way down the corridor to the cafeteria. She wasn't really hungry but there were always people there. Lyra didn't like being alone. She got lonely, when she was alone. Being lonely made her cry.

She entered the cafeteria and looked around, sucking on her thumb.​

 

[The Akolite]

Blake and his loud steps were booming in the hallway. He knew were he was going, a small garden, a place no one knew of. He hated the nurses there because they tried to care for him. So with a push through the doors he arrived in his quiet little garden, a garden that had a visitor. A girl he did not know the name of. He didn't care in the least who her name was, so speaking in an aggressive tone to the girl sitting by the rose bush "Girl I advise you to leave before I hurt you." Blake was much larger then the girl there was no way she could hurt him, and she seemed to understand that fact.


The girl dashed for the door and Blake walked over to the single bench in the garden. He sat on the seat and just relaxed not giving a care in the world. He stayed there for at least twenty minutes. He feat rose him up and with a grumble of the stomach he began to make his was to the cafeteria. He made his way to singular colored table and sat. He was bored out of his mind as his eyes scanned those around him. There wasn't much to look at except a girl who was suckling her thumb.

 

[spectro]

Dr. Andrew Tate


Andrew tapped his fingers impatiently atop his piles of papers. The sound was dull, tapping ever few second as he brought his sanitized hands down on the papers. The clock echoed the tap of his fingers; a more acute sound. He brought his eyes to the round, white clock face, reading the numbers impatiently. He couldn't wait for the day to begin. He couldn't wait to start his procedures; shock therapy was his favourite. He liked to feel the patients struggling under his hands, writhing as the volts penetrated their skull. Chuckling to himself, he got up from his desk and walked to the door, grabbing his white coat from the hook next to his door and pulling it over his blue shirt. He swept his hair back and opened his office door, stepping into the corridor, which was abuzz with the sound of moans and talking. He made his way to the cafeteria, his hands in the pocket of his lab coat, a wide smile on his face.


Entering the cafeteria, he spied Chloe-one of the younger patients-a girl aged just thirteen. She stood with timidly, her thumb in her mouth and her pale hair flooding around her shoulders. Getting himself a cup of coffee was Rumi, a man with a similar colour hair to the young girls, a light blonde colour. Andrew suspected it was artificially coloured, considering he was of Asian decent. Andrew had always hated the Asians, come to think of it, he hated anyone who wasn't American. He even felt like offering some therapy to the Asian today.


Swiftly, he walked over to the coffee pot and snatched up a cup. "Good morning Asi-um Mr. Rumi." He grinned to himself as he poured coffee into his cup. "How are you feeling today?"


Dahlia Jones


Dahlia opened her eyes and stared at the plain white ceiling in her room. It was flecked with bits of mould and as she got out of her covers, the familiar damp smell hit her. Swallowing hard, she stood up and tore off her sleeping pants. The were cotton slacks lay on the floor as she pulled her black chinos from the top of her chair. She left her white polo shirt on, not bothering what she looked like in this place. Putting on her shoes, she tilted her head up to look at the reflection of her face on her window. She had gotten thinned since coming here. They hadn't monitored what she was eating; so she simply didn't eat. No doubt they'd notice soon, and food would be forced down her neck. She brought her eyes to her collar bone. Thin scars lay there as a constant reminder of her self destructive brain. She could never escape this-her illness- never. How could she? It was written on her skin like a painful tattoo.





Dahlia gathered her strength and strolled through to the garden. It was a frosty day, but the sky was clear and the sun was out. She crept over to a little bench and crossed her legs. She didn't want to go to the cafeteria, especially not now; everyone was there. Rubbing the tops of her arms, she blew out a visible breath.

 

[SkyFilms]

The quiet presence of the corridor was gradually interrupted, the gentle drone of other humans voices blending into the once pleasant silence. The rhythmic steps of the therapist eagerly picked up, the therapist always being one to prefer interacting with voices who didn't inhabit his conscious though he didn't know if he was in the right place for socializing. With hesitant fingers the Korean man fiddled timidly with the edge of his left sides sleeve, finding comfort in the movement as it relieved him of some of his excess energy. Rumiko lowered his nimble fingers tips from the soft cloth, letting his single arm fall to its designated side as he strolled around the corner to be met with the common cafeteria, his planned destination.


The childish mans empty sleeve drifted along beside him aimlessly as he stepped up to the coffee machine, letting out a roar like yawn as he retrieved a cup and placed it on the counter quietly before reaching out towards the coffee canister. The soft gentle flur of heat permeating off the container and warming the palm of his hand as he dumped its contents into his cup quietly, listening to the surrounding conversations as he did so. Rumiko adjusted his grip on his cup and stepped out of the way of the coffee maker just as a familiar man approached creating conversation almost immediately.


Wait, what was he saying? He started to say something and stopped. Rumiko did you- A sudden fury of voices overcame the therapists mind crashing against his skull and causing a terrible and common migraine. All of the lines having the same statement as above, any voice which was off topic was simply provoking him to perform some terrible deed. But he stopped himself from reflecting his slight pain from the voices on his expression, his normal smile still planted on his face. The mood within his mind though suddenly changed when the doctor beside him asked how he was doing. The anger changing swiftly to paranoia, Rumiko was capable of mainly hearing his brothers voice. Brother, he knows. He knows. The manager said he wouldn't let our files out to the staff, he wouldn't let them know how we relate to the patients so well. Rumi!





The Korean man felt his insides begin to constrict and pull against one another, the thoughts crawling from his mind and through out his body, sending a chilling tremor through out his thin build. But all that physically escaped him was a harsh cough into the crevice of his elbow, a normal occurrence.


"Ah, Mr. Tate." Rumiko began very aware of how much of the brunettes pride came from being a Doctor, he would always try to refer to him in anyway that wasn't 'Doctor' enjoying how it had once irritated the man. But he felt natural resentment towards the figure for the reason that he knew of how Andrew truly thought of him. Not that the discovery was much of an accomplishment, the doctor never really fancied anyone except the one in the mirror really, flaunting how a women wouldn't need it to rain men but for him to walk up to them. Idiotic narcissist.


"I'm doing super this morning, the suns out..." He eyed the window to find the casual dreary appearance of the sky. "Or well I'm sure it will be, and it seems like there hasn't been much wrong this morning so I have no complaints. How about you?" The therapist as he spoke turned around on the heel of his shoe and leaned his hips backwards into the counters edge resting them against the corner as he took a small sip of his coffee.

 

[jinkx]

Something was going on, Lyra realised, as her eyes flicked between the two adults. She said nothing but went and sat down at a table, by herself. One of the others would've intervened; Malik would've smashed something, Cassie would've giggled and run to tell people what was happening, Patch would roll his eyes and Chloe would probably say something under her breath and then, shake her head and decide not to do anything. Lyra simply sat down and watched, tracing the edge of the table with her thumb. The thumb that wasn't in her mouth, of course.


First, the scary man greeted the other man in a somewhat polite way. But there was definitely something hiding behind those words- something scary. After all, he was "the scary man" as Lyra referred to him. He was very scary, indeed! Then, the nice therapist man replied in usual bright way. He was nice, that man. His name was funny though and Lyra couldn't pronounce it very well~ Roomko, Romeeki, Rimeeko, Rimi, Remi, Remio? She couldn't say it and it bothered her greatly.


Though the conversation sounded innocent enough, Lyra could tell something was going on. She looked back and forth between the two adults, trying to understand what the real meaning betwen their words were. She couldn't. Then, she began to cry. It happened very slowly. First, she closed her eyes for a moment and made a choking noise as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She opened her eyes and they filled with tears. Her face went rather pink as the tears spilled down her cheeks.


Lyra slumped forward on the table and pressed her sleeve to her eyes, to soak up the tears. She sniffled and her breathing sped up, as she sobbed. She had to take her thumb out of her mouth to wipe her eyes.

 

[spectro]

Dr. Andrew Tate


Stupid optimistic china-man. "Fine, thank you." Andrew rolled his eyes as the last bit of coffee dripped into his cup. "If you need anything, just ask." Although don't. Andrew turned back to the cafeteria, looking out the large window at the front, spying Jodie, a rather strange girl-though everyone here was strange- sitting on a bench in the garden. She looked rugged, wearing what seemed to be a shirt that she had slept in. He grinned slightly, knowing it would be easy to get to this girl. Besides, she definitely fancied Andrew, he knew full well that she did; as well as every other woman in the building. Especially Brittany, the young nurse who seemed to follow him every where he went. He couldn't spy her now, but he knew if she found him, she would be hot on his heels all day long. Smirking, he went to go outside, but noticed the young girl, Chloe, sobbing her eyes out. Rolling his eyes, he went over to her and patted her back, politely. "Oh dear, what's the matter?" He noticed that the personality she was currently portraying the personality of Lyra-the baby of her characters. Although Andrew cared little for his patients, he knew an uncomfortably large amount of information about them. This girl, Chloe, had multiple personalities that she would swap and change to throughout the day. Andrew had gotten used to who was who and realised that he must use their proper names. He even became friends with some of them.

 

[jinkx]

Lyra whimpered as she was patted on the back, looking up to see who was pitying her. She whimpered again when she realised that it was the scary man.


"No-!" She stood up from her seat, tears still falling from her eyes. Lyra backed away, quickly, towards the door. She stuck her thumb back in her mouth, to stop herself from whimpering. Unfortunately, before she could reach the door, she tripped over a chair leg and fell over backwards. She landed on her back, still sobbing. It hurt a lot. She choked hard as her salvia slid back down her throat and stuck there. She coughed hard and forced herself up onto her elbows. Oh god, she could feel the others hating her. She could just feel them, glaring at her, loathing her, mocking-


"For fuck's sake, Lyra." she- though, the correct word is now he- muttered, rubbing his back. What a convienient time for Malik to take over. He didn't know what had been going on since he last had control but now, he was lying on the floor and his face was wet with tears. He growled and wiped the salty tears from his face. He wiped his damp thumb on his shirt and stood up, cursing under his breath. Why did Lyra have to be such a baby all the time?!

 

[hugepegasisfromooo]

Orchidea was sitting in the cafeteria drinking some tea, constantly scrubbing the table. she could feel a hyper episode coming.


she tried hard to avoid it ,but it didn't help.


her hand started shaking heavily ,and she dropped her teacup on the table.


it shattered, tea everywhere. OH NO!. she taught.


she started scrubbing table harder, the napkin she used was soaked. she only made it worse.


she started freaking out. nononononnono. she was trying hard to find the towel in her purse, unfindable.


she turned her purse up side down on the floor. now I made even more mess.


the hyper episode slowly changed into an manic episode.


she grabbed a pack of tictac's and cigarettes, they usually calm her down.


she walked away from the mess, one of the hardest things she has done in her life.


there was a little garden close by ,she sat down under a tree ,lighting a cigarette. come on Orchidea get yourself together. she took a deep breath of smoke and then some air, she started taking everything in.


all the green around her,all the flowers, trees.


Dr. Andrew Tate was also in the garden along with a little blonde girl, Orchidea didn't know her name ,but she knew that Doctor just a little to well.


once while she was doing her usual "night round", she came across his office and she was just curious what he always did in there ,so she just took a quick peek, well she wishes she never did. at all costs she wanted to avoid any interaction with that sadistic man. as quiet as possible she walked back inside, towards the art room, and started painting.