This was some pretty creepy RP. It was making ME chill as I was typing it! Just wanted to share, haha. The basic storyline for those who haven't been following is that Gypsy finally checked herself back into the psych ward to see, once and for all, if she can be rid entirely of the voices in her head- aka, Orly. This happened within her first night of being in the psych ward. Enjoy!

[17:24] Zacch Morane took the elevator down after a while with the now cold burgers in a bag. Seeing as she had wanted to admit herself the Doctor saw no problem in opening the door and stepping into her cell. "Hey." he muttered as he threw the bag onto the filthy matress. "Here's some grub." he added as he leaned against the wall and shoved his hands in his pockets. Why on earth she had wanted to be here...he had no idea and he wasn't going to ask either. He wasn't a shrink. He was just..Zacch. And to be honest he should probably be in one of these things too.

[17:27] Gypsy Queller was sitting on the dirty matress. It was nothing like Dip had tried to sell to her but she knew that before even coming into it. She'd been here before. She knew. This exact room. Deep blues darted upward at Zacch as he came down to the cell with a bag of something. A small grin was brought to her face in the silence, hearing his voice boom out and echo down the emtpy brick halls. "Aye. Cheers, doll..." she said in a mumble through her grin, despite feeling like she was trapped, atleast she could have visitors, right? She lifted a hand to offer for him to enter as if it were up to her and glanced down at the bag. "Wha' ye' go'?" she asked quietly.

[17:32] Zacch Morane looked down at the contents for a moment before he walked closer tolet the bag drop onto her knees. "Burgers and fries. Probably cold now. He puled his shoulders up into a shrug for a moment. Betterthan what they usually served in this dump. He moved away from her again to let hs back rest against the wall. "She come back?" he informed, Zacch new all about Orly after all.

[17:37] Gypsy Queller glanced down at the bag as it dropped into her lap and slowly brought her eyes back up to Zacch as he asked. He didn't need to say her name. She didn't need to same her name. They both knew who he was talking about. She released a reluctant nod. "Aye..." she said calmly. "THERE'S MY FAVORITE MOTHER FUCKER!" Orly released suddenly and loudly into her head. So loud it caused Gypsy to wince her eyes into a quick blink and she quickly tried to distract herself, rummaging through the bag of cold burgers and fries. "She's happy te' see ye'..." she mumbled to Zacch with the same reluctance.

[17:41] Zacch Morane sighed at the visible wince that came from her. "Yeah well, I would have been a lot more happy if the bitch had fucked off and died." Strange how he also talked about Orly like it was an actual person instead of an hallucination of Gypsy. He also was unsure of wether that was good or bad, he wasn't a shrink, so he didn't know. "I'll come check on you every now and then." Truth of the matter was, he liked Orly.

[17:45] Gypsy Queller "I'll fucking kill him. Gypsy. Kill him. Kill him, kill him, kill him...." she taunted and repeated over and over in Gypsy's head. Gypsy released a sigh and shook her head, refusing to respond to her at this moment. She nodded to Zacch. The truth was Orly loved Zacch just as much and in the same respect as Zacch loved her. "Thank ye'..." she mumbled to Zacch, almost inaudibly as deep blues darted up to his for a moment. "Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him..."

[17:49] Zacch Morane figured it was a damn shame he couldn't read minds sometimes or that he wasn't crazy enough to talk to a hallucination. "No problem." he replied before he walked over to the mirror with a slight limp. Even though the glass was made to be able to stand great pressure, the Doctor would remove the mirror none the less. Those cuts on her arms..yeah he had seen them...were probably self inflicted and he wasn't going to let that shit happen again, so he carried the mirror out of the cell to set it down in the hallway. It didn't feel right leaving her in here but if it was what she wanted.. he'd roll with it.

[17:52] Gypsy Queller watched him take the mirror out of the room and she arched a curious brow at him. "Wha' ye' doin'?" she asked, not yet catching on. Orly had, of course. " You fucking idiot! He's taking out anything you could use to kill yourself with... or him!" Orly cackled. Gypsy tilted her head to the side as what Orly said made perfect sense. A small smirk curled along her features. "Ye' worried 'bout me, Zacch?" she asked, almost tauntingly, as she leaned back to rest her back against the cold brick wall. It was cold down here... "If you don't kill him, I'm going to..." Orly warned into Gypsy's head. She paid it no attention.

[17:56] Zacch Morane pulled up an eyebrow for a moment as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm making sure you won't start banging your head into that mirror to try and break the glass and hurt one of the people of my staff..and yourself." He really sounded like a doctor now. Gypsy should be well aware that around this place it was him who made the rules, he wasn't the uber boss but he was in charge of plenty of people here. And if he wanted to strangle her in here without having anybody find out ever..it would happen.

[18:01] Gypsy Queller raised her hands in a mockery of defense as she snorted out a small laugh. "All'igh. All'igh, I get it..." she mumbled, her hands dropping down onto the dirty bed once more. "Kill him or fuck him, Gypsy. Stop fucking sitting there-" Orly cackled, her own true feelings releasing. Gypsy narrowed her eyes suddenly, surprised with the thought. She looked away, shaking her head out of aggrivation. "Jus' shut th' fack up, Orly! Facksake!" she finally released in a frustrated yell. It echoed through the cell as her hands raised to wrap around her head and she pulled it down between her knees. "Facksake..." she mumbled once more, this time to herself. She slowly closed her eyes. "I warned ye'...." Orly released quietly, in an eerie growl. Gypsy held her breath as she tried to figure out what she meant.

[18:05] Zacch Morane looked down at her for a while, his presence always seemed to taunt that voice in her head. And his sadistic side would have just loved to hear what Orly was saying and just to watch Gyp cringe some more. "I'll go." he finally said as he turned to make his way to the door of the cell. It wasn't like Zach stuck to his Hippocratic oath. Above all, do no harm. Yeah right, Zacch planned on causing more harm than hitler before he died.

[18:08] Gypsy Queller As Gypsy lifted her head once more, it was vividly apparent that she was no longer in her eyes. Something else replaced them. Someone else. Her brow arched upward slowly, steadily. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" she asked, the Irish accent and raspy Gypsy voice was now replaced with an eerie low growl with no hint of an accent. It was a matter to send chills down a grown man's spine. Her dark blues looked over at Zacch as he moved to leave the cell, the faintest of grins on her features.

[18:13] Zacch Morane figured he wasn't scared of shit but this made the hairs in the back of his neck stand upright as if he was in some kind of horrorflick. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, kind of expecting to watch her head spin before she started to throw up. "I have more things to do." he replied as he pulled his keys from his pocket. He shouldn't even have keys to the basement but he did. He had closed the door behind him again after he had set that mirror outside, just in case. So now he was sorting out the right key before jamming it into the lock as he fought off that shiver that did want to run down his spine. "Have a good evening."

[18:17] Gypsy Queller held the grin across her chapped lips as dark blues continued to casually watch him with intent... whatever intent that was was unknown. A slow hand rose as her head dropped and she was now staring at him from behind her arched brow. She slowly wiggled her fingers in his direction. "Come back and say hi sometime...Zacch..." her low voice let out slyly, smooth like grease. She'd watch him lock the door behind him and continue to stare until he was out of view.