A nice visit

[Jack]

OOC: This is based in the second week of Kevala detainment.

IC:

It had come at such a shock, he was expecting to see her around at school, when she wasn’t there he got worried. He tried her cell no answer, he drove past her house and no one was home, he found out Jayr was captain that Kevala had stepped down. He got news from a friend that Kevala was in hospital. When he arrived it was too late they wouldn’t allow anyone in. He attempted to sneak in but he got caught by a guard, deciding the last thing she wanted was her lover to cause a mess of the hospital he’d decide to come back tomorrow. When he returned he found her room empty, forcing it out of one of the doctors where they had taken Kevala, they didn’t know.. All he knew was she had been taken to a loony bin somewhere private. It was a further few days until he received a call from the say complex, informing them that Kevala wanted to see him, that she was now allowed visitors. He didn’t wait, he left immediately and as he drove up to the cold, sinister complex he felt chills running down his spine. He never felt comfortable in mental health institutions, it was as if the place was contagious robbing anyone within the complex’s walls of all dignity and individualism.

Jack parked in the visitor’s parking bay, walking up to the front gate he told them who he was there to see, he spoke something across the intercom. Jack was escorted to KEvala cell looking at the guard in the eye. He would pull a roll of $50’s out of his pocket. “Let me in”... I shouldn’t “I’m in no mood to argue.. do it fine but I’ll have to lock you in, “That’s fine.” The guard took the money, opening up the cell he let him in, locking it behind Jack. “Kevala...”

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala heard the sound of the door, and it made her pause. Once more she looked up at the small window too high for her to see through to make sure it was still day time. Upon seeing it, she would resume her position, seated upon her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest and her head down against her knees. Her hair, dull and lacking that shimmer it always had, fell about her figure, concealing her face from view. She figured they had another shot for her, or maybe some food, but it was not like she would eat it. She hardly ate here. That was probably why she had lost so much weight already, never a good thing for a girl as small as she was.

But then she heard her name, and with a little whimper she raised her head up just enough to look over at the guy who had entered. Yes, she had muttered names over and over when she was able to talk, though the names were not connecting with the faces. She thought she knew him, but it was not connecting and so she looked at the clothes.

No white.....he could not be one of the monsters, though the size of him was intimidating. Yet, she did not move, she just looked at him, dark circles under her eyes, and bruises covering her slender arms. She had been dressed in a short sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts. Both white in color and both holding little smears of blood from where she had written on her wall with the cuts she created on her fingers.

The cell walls covered with bloodied words, "no more" and "help" the desk having the name "david" carved into it over and over again.

She bit her lower lip, an attempt to speak coming forth in the sound of a whimper and in turn creating a pained, tearful look in her eyes. So, with a little sigh, she lowered her head back down onto her knees.

[Jack]

Jack entered wearing a Grey button up shirt, black dress pants and dress shoes. As he moved into the room, he looked around he read the writing on the walls, he only knew one David but it couldn't possibly be him. Jack noticed as Kevala retreated not sure whether or not to approach her he decided to sit down on the floor facing directly opposite from her.

His keen eyes began to take in her features, she was frail and weak, what ever they had her on she was most likely not eating, drinking or the side effects of the medication was extreme weight loss. The bruises were either self inflicted or in response to Kevala doing something she shouldn't have. The little princess could be quite stubborn at times. As his eyes drifted around the room he got that shiver again, this place was evil and it was calling to him. He felt that he was being watched and then he realized it was Kevala, through her hair he saw her watery eyes.

"Baby what happened? Talk to me Kitten, come here..."

Jack would out stretch his hand for Kevala to come, not sure whether or not she would. What did they do to you, my kitten?

[Ceraphine Davis]

She whimpered again, watching him as he sat down and spoke to her once more. The words registering, yet again the connections did not come, just the fragments.

As he opened up his arms, she bit her lip slightly harder, not sure what to do. That girl who had come had been nice, and had been even kissed her head. Right? She thought that was right. She could not really remember. But she thought the girl was warm and well, he was not wearing white, so...maybe....

Slowly, she inched off the bed....not going directly to him, but inching closer just the same. As she moved, the shorts moved to reveal the bruises on the inside of her thighs, the distinct hand prints of somebody much lager than herself.

As she neared him, she tried to speak up, but couldnt so she settled for pointing to the wall. Those few, bloody words the only thing she could think of.

Arms clearly covered in track marks of where the needles had been jammed into her delicate flesh. She was pale, and she was shaky.....Slowly she would approach, crawling across the floor until she was close enough for him to touch her, but not so close that she could not try to crawl away if she had to. Not that she had the strength to do such, but that little hint of self preservation lingering in her mind.

Finally, she would point to the door, then to the marks on her thighs and then to the ones on her arms. It was the only way she could think to tell him what they were doing to her. She tried to speak, but she couldn't. The drug they kept her pumped full of making such a task impossible.

[Jack]

Jack noticed as she whimpered, retreated away from his figure as he entered the room. She hesitated when he offered her his hand she once against hesitated. His eyes took in everything about her, the bruises along her arms, and what was revealed about her body. The track marks up and down her arms, this wasn't a nice place, it couldn't have been she had to get out. But she was placed in here by those who knew her better then he did. He had to do something for her anything, seeing her like this was horrible. He noticed how thing she had gotten, she was either not eating, they weren't feeding her or it was a side effect of the medication she was on. He had no idea what to do, he felt so... helpless.

Her eyes stood out between the gaps of her hair, large and dilated both with the lack of light and the effects of the drugs. She crawled toward him unsure of what to do. As she moved more and more bruises were revealed, these weren't self inflicted, either bruises from being restrained or worse. She didn't speak to him, only pointed to the wall the words HELP ME written in blood. As she got within reach Jack's hand would move out and cup her cheek. Stroking it, his hand large and warm against her small cold face. "What have they done to you, kitten?" Jack would say the pain in his voice. Finally, she moved again, pointing to the door and then the bruises on her thighs, he took this to mean that someone else had done this to her. "it's okay kit, I'm here now." Jack continued to stroke her cheek.

ooc: really lame post sorry,

[Ceraphine Davis]

OOC: Its fine....its a post...>.> been waiting alllll day lol

IC:

She could not help but flinch away from his touch for a moment, her entire form shrinking down as she figured he was gonna hit her, or hurt her in some other way, like the men that snuck into her room at night.

Yet his hand landed upon her cheek, and the warmth of it caused her to stay put, trembling and unsure but still there......Those words again spoken and she tried to think of how to tell him. The harder she tried to talk, the harder she found it to actually be. Tears filling her eyes and spilling forth down her cold, delicate cheeks. Finally, she could only think of one thing.

She pointed at her thighs, raising the shorts to show just how hight the hand print, male size bruises went, and then pointed to the door and then to the bed.

Those white eyes pleading with him to understand. Begging that somebody understand. They were using her, night after night. Be it for their experiments or for their own sexual gratification, and yet nobody knew.

Frustrated with herself, with what was going on. She finally let out a little huff and crawled across the floor to her corner. Biting the tip of her finger once more to draw blood as she huddled against the wall, her actions concealed from him for a moment until she would move and then point at what she had written.

"rape"

"pain"

Her small hand hitting against the wall as she whimpered once more. More frustrated than anything that nobody could understand or hear what was being screamed out so loudly in her head.

Tears continued to streak down her face. The girl had not been allowed to stay long enough, and the orderly had been watching. But now, now she had a chance....but would he understand? Would he even care?

She felt the care in him, but the drugs they had given her dulled her ability to sense things.

Whimpering once more she crawled across the floor and then looked up at him once more, those eyes begging for some form of understanding. Some recognition that she was not crazy, that they were doing bad things and she was not to blame.

Anything...........

[Jack]

She sat there at his touch, hoping this at the very least would help her relax, her eyes had changed color they were no longer any other colors she once had, he had seen quite a few of them. Tears began to stream form her eyes, falling down her face, his hand was quick to brush them again, using the sleeve of his shirt to gently dab the tears away. "Don't cry kitten, I'm here now.." Jack would say as he sat with her knowing full well what he had to do. She couldn't stay here any longer he had to get her out, but she needed real help.

She pointed to her thighs, raising the shorts to show how high that hand print was on her thigh. She pointed to the door and the bed and he finally understood. Someone or something was using her, it made him feel sick, it made him feel empty. He could hardly breath, he couldn't connect it all, it was just too big of any idea. He had no idea what she was going through what they were doing to her, he didn't know it was every night or they were all in on it. If he did, he would have done something he wouldn't have just left her like this. All he could guess, all he feared was that someone had raped her, had touched her. Some bastard with his dirty hands and his impure intentions had touched her, his girl... his Kevala. The rage at the idea just built up within him it nearly exploded and then suddenly it was replaced with a feeling of helplessness.

She couldn't stay here, he couldn't let it but what could he do? He couldn't break her out, it would do more harm than good to a person as unstable as her, someone close to her had placed her inside here this was all intentional it had to be! Could it have been her family? They were evil from what she had told him.

Jack wouldn't let her move away from him, instead he sat up hugging her, pulling in close into a warm embrace. Holding her tight giving her that reassuring hug that he always gave her when she had her nightmares. Jack would push her away from his embrace starring at her in the eyes, he would remove his cross from his neck and dangle it in front of her eyes, if she accepted it he would give it to her. This, this one was different this was his real cross this was a nice 20 carat gold cross with a 24 carat gold chain. It was thick and masculine yet it was a precious to him as life itself. "This means the world to me, come back to me kitten and bring me back my cross one day... okay?" Jack would say as he embraced her again, this time not wanting to let her go.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev could feel the emotions, they were sad, and something deeper, more disturbing under the surface. Like something tearing to get out and it set her at unease slightly and at the same time pulled upon a part of herself that she did not recognize anymore.

Yet as he held out the cross, her white eyes followed it for a moment, biting her lip nervously as she slowly reached out and took it. Not sure if that was the right thing to do, but then he pulled her close, not allowing her to even move to write her message as he held her close to him.

He was upset, and it was not at her, she could feel that much, and as he spoke she would wrap the cross up in her tiny hand and nod.

She could give it back.....if she ever got out of here. But for now she focused on soaking up the heat of his body seeing as how her own was so very cold. Nothing in this place was warm and his sadness made her think perhaps he was not a threat. Not like she would have stood a chance against this guy, he was too big and she was far too weak.

Simply remaining there, pressed against him, her small fingers traced over the cross softly, letting out a little whimper as she felt the weight of her situation settling in on her even more.

She wished she could leave. She did not want them to hurt her anymore, she did not want anymore tests or men in her room at night. She just wanted out.....she wanted warmth.......to be normal like those who came to see her.