"I think you can be too careful. Just my opinion..." the big redhead replies. "But then, why you doing intake after sleep therapy? Sleep therapy would be bad if someone had a head injury. The team doc always told me not to sleep after a concussion. And you gotta do intake to know what issues someone...

"Not much of a tea drinker. Got a cold beer instead? Also, it's not cold enough for a jacket so I'm good without one," Reisija responds.

"You can have my drink and jacket if you're feel like you need them."

Some more silence met with the slapped palm on the window, almost as if this man was entirely used to such behavior. "Hm, violent tendencies, severe delusions, egotistical belief in an incorrect perception of reality. Name?" He gestured at Reisija as he asked this. "Hm... pansy tendencies, know-it-...

Reisija moved up when it was his turn and spoke. "I am Reisija Ridder. And today is your birthday. Come on in, I got a nice present for you. Lemme give you a hug." He taps on the plexiglass. "I bet if I removed someone's leg and snapped the bone in half I could use the jagged edge to bust through th...

The large redhead made his way to the line, but still seemed on edge, looking ready for violence.

"Come on in. I promise I won't hurt you..."

It sounded like a lie. Like a bold, unapologetic lie.

Reisija looked over at the others. "I don't think they're sending anyone like she said. She prolly don't believe I'm willing to murder folks. But thats just cause she don't understand this is my nightmare, not the real world." He sighs. "Guess I just gotta show I ain't playing." He starts pointing t...

Reisija keeps ready, but listens in. "Places like this ain't refuges. It's where folks send people they don't want to deal with. S'what happened with me. Course, you're only talking about this stuff cause it's what I was talking to the doc about earlier when I was awake." He pauses and takes a breat...

"Gee, thanks miss," Reisija replied. Something about the way he said it, suggested he really didn't care too much about her opinion, condescension, helpfulness or anything else she might choose to share with the patients. Sighing heavily, he heaved himself back up to prepare for the arrival of the h...

The conversation is broken by a holler that would likely wake the dead. A clear indicator of a night poorly slept due to nightmares that are simultaneously created by and horrifying to the awakening man's mind. Bags have formed under his eyes, but that doesn't stop them from making his anger at the ...

"I must be more out of it than I thought. My imaginary friend don't even know what Atlanta is," Reisija says, mostly to himself. He moves back to the door and readies himself to ambush anyone that comes through. He looks like he's somewhere between excited to beat someone down and bored with this ni...