never give up || KENLY

[RIO PEYTON COLESON]

She wasn't going to go back into that room. She refused to go back into that room. Whatever they had given her that first time around her made her physically ill until she had vomited everything out of her stomach. She was not going to go through that again, but they said she needed more treatments.

"Treatments? Treatments for what? I'm NOT sick!"

She shouted in opposition, suddenly slamming on the brakes as she was being led down the hallway. Making scenes was certainly frowned upon in this place, which was something that Rio was going to learn rather quickly, especially because of her defiant personality. Her blue eyes flashed with stubbornness, and she dug her heels in, refusing to budge as the hospital staff tried to move her, threatening her as well. She didn't listen to them, she didn't want to listen to them. She had never agreed to this type of thing. She would have never agreed to this type of thing.

Balking immediately, she tugged against the hold that the staff member had on her and tried evading her, glad that they were similar in stature and in size. Rio heard talks of sedation ringing through the hallway, and she froze. She would not allow herself to be sedated. "You've got to be kidding me." The nurse took that as her moment to make a move, and she started pulling Rio back and into the testing rooms. The young brunette struggled the entire time until she was finally sat down upon the bed with the help of another member, and they handcuffed her in place. Rio stared daggers at them as they left, leaving her to fret about what was going to happen next.

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

Kenly could rarely be bothered with a fuss. It wasn't in his nature to want to go chasing after the children that called his ward home. Or hell. Whichever worked, but he found the latter more accurate. He couldn't help but ache for them, but feel legitimatley bad for what was happening.

What was decent about the day, though, was the fact that it was Friday. Fridays were casual, no matter how fucked up the work place. The former Marine walked the halls with a uniform step, one that commanded respect. His posture was straight and square as he turned into one of the testing rooms, grabbing a chart off the door. He looked mildly ridiculous, having not done laundry in several days, thus getting stuck with a pair of dress pants that might have looked alright with a blazer, but not with the tight pink tee that clung in all the right places.

His eyes graze over the young woman that had been dragged into the room, kicking and screaming. Kenly's gaze is gentle, he's no predator. She looks so young, but her chart reads 22. The man thinks briefly to what happened in his twenty second year... and swats it away. He'd spaced out only for a few seconds while gazing at the folder. "Looks like you put up quite the fight, Miss Coleson." The odd lilt that fills his voice is a mix of a strange Tulsa twang and the sharply accented Russian he'd spoken all his years on the dance company. A coat of many colors, this creature is.

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[RIO PEYTON COLESON]

Her eyes flashed as she heard the door open, her gaze narrowing as she studied the man who appeared in the room that they had handcuffed her in. Pulling against her restraints in a last ditch attempt to free herself, she sighed in frustrating and irritation. Pulling herself up onto the bed, she brought her knees defensively to her chest as best as she could with the way that she was handcuffed. She was not going to allow him to touch her without a fight.

Hearing his voice crack through the silence, she fixed him with a heated glare that was only filled with hatred for a man that she didn't even know. It didn't matter to her. She had been deceived. She had been tricked into coming here, most likely just like everyone else, but that didn't make it any easier to bear. Watching him carefully, warily, it seemed the tests that had already been performed on her were given her small traits of the animal she was supposed to be mimicking.

Her eyes never left the man in front of her and the fire burned in the very depths of her heart. She was not going to get poked again. She didn't care what happened, she was going to fight as much as she possibly could. Finally acknowledging his words, she growled out. "Fuck off." She announced hostilely, wanting nothing to do with him and what he was about to do to her. "Don't touch me." She demanded automatically, knowing that she had no sway here, but not caring at the moment. She couldn't be sick like she was last time. She couldn't.

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

Kenly's posture is ramrod straight, square. His steps are even, gentle as he makes his way to the low swivel chair, straddling it. There's a sigh as he relaxes into the seat, a light roll of his eyes. The leggy creature has all the patience in the world and willing to test it.

"I was going to offer to get the cuffs if you promised not to hit me, but that would involve touching. One or the other-- Rio, is it?" The creature's head cocks to the side, taking a sip from his coffee mug. Not a hell of a lot to do today, he'd allow himself time for the interesting.

[RIO PEYTON COLESON]

The wariness did not leave her expression as he crossed the room to straddle the rolling chair. Still regarding him as if he was the hunter and she was the prey, which was how this situation was obviously going to work, Rio's defiance got in the way of her manners yet again. She tensed as she saw him roll his eyes, her own searching him for any needles or any instruments. Seeing none at the moment, she tried to relax, but it wasn't working as well as she hoped it would. She just couldn't do it at the moment.

Hearing his voice again, she flinched, but not out of nerves. She was on edge as it was and she didn't trust him, or anyone else here. She didn't know what was going to happen to her but she knew that this time, she wasn't going down without a fight.

As he said he was only going to offer to take her handcuffs off, but only if she wouldn't hit him, she thought carefully. If he took them off she had a better chance at escaping. And if she couldn't escape, she could deck him if the situation called for it. "I make no promises." She warned him honestly, and then snorted as he checked to make sure her name was Rio. "I don't know. You tell me. You have my chart, don't you, Doctor?" She certainly wasn't going to be one of his easy cases.

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

Kenly's eyes are gentle on the woman's face. The way she acts, the standoffishness-- he can't blame her. She's reacting the exact same way he should have. The creature was gentle, not a mean bone in his body. There's a way about the man that was meant to be warm and bright... soft. He'd been a US Marine. He was soft now because of it.

"Then I'll wait. I don't really have the patience to take any shots today. Maybe later." There's a tired smile on Kenly's lips. The nightmares had been worse later, especially in this place. It was something in the atmosphere that seemed to fuck with his head. The air of desperation, the occasional screams, the smell of fresh blood and old blood and pure, unadulterated terror... it was Lebanon all over again. It was Lebanon without all the things that made hell on earth for two years worth it.

"There are a lot of things missing from the charts. You don't prefer to be called something else?" His head tilts, chin tucks. "I'm not here to rip you apart. I just want to figure out where you're at, why you're here... tell me about yourself." The young man was here to feel out the creature that sat before him. He was wondering if she was going to be on his permanent list, or would move into the general population. Everything was crashing around in his head, trying to make sense of what everything meant. It would manage eventually. "And I'm not a doctor, I'm a nurse." The distinction makes the man cringe, sigh through his nose.