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(Is it alright for me to be two characters? Cause then I'll be the doctor as well as my character.)

Sheena moved her eyes rapidly around the room the voices were back and so were the little green gremlins. Fighting against the jacket that held her she scrambled back against the wall. Squirming she began to shake her head sending her long hair flying around her. "Leave me alone..... LEAVE ME ALONE!," she shouted as she clamped her eyes shut. As she opened her mouth to scream again she suddenly went slack and her eyes opened. "God I hate when she get's control," a dull voice had replaced the manic screaming. She was no longer Sheena, now she was Ayame. "I know you really don't care about us but seriously. Can I get some sustenance?"

((In case you are confused, multiple personality disorder. With each personality having another disorder. Skitzo, depression, and a third I am not sure what I want to be yet.))

{{Sorry, guys! Got distracted. For...a month. Yeah.

Behr, yes, you can have the doctor. Sheena, I'd've said yes if Behr hadn't offered. Sorry! I want you to be able to focus on your character. ^^}}

Shiivon motioned to Sheena's cell, and she, too, was fed. He mused quietly, watching with sharp eyes the robot-like movements of his minions. The doctor would be coming soon. Yes, and he would take care of the patients, like he always did. And, oh yes, he would take care of Shiivon.

"Yes, Please."

Alisa Emlyn Lelyushenko, more often known by her designation/chosen alias Outsider 101, sat quietly in her cell slowly picking away at a wall with her crowbar. After perhaps ten minutes of chipping away at the rough stone, she gave up for now, carefully crushing the small amount of chipped stone beneath her crowbar and scattering the dust around the room so as not to arouse suspicion. She then replaced the padding on the back wall, hiding her crowbar in the crevice behind and eased herself back into her straitjacket, partially retying it without too much difficulty.
She had to get out of this place. She didn't belong here.

"Goddamnit... I'm not crazy..." she murmured in heavily accented English.

Certainly, her captors had reason to keep her here. After all, she had killed three people. Of course, the plea that those three people were about to become zombies was met with indifference by some and incredulity by others. Then there was the matter of how fatally overprotective she was of those close to her...

She ran a remaining free hand through her somewhat unkempt red hair, and took a moment to readjust her eyepatch while sighing. Alisa's thoughts turned to her beloved, and before long, she was lost in a daydream.

Alisa opened her eye and smirked.
"Ha! Now you're speaking my language. Well, you're not, but you understand my meaning, eh?"
She gave a little shake of the head and continued.
"Laudanum... Not own preference per se, but a delightful substance all the same. More preferential towards the mushroom, is very... delightful."

She paused for a moment in thought.
"But I suppose sanity... is a very relative thing, no? For one so dependent on another... There is a song for me as well."

Alisa raised herself up, tilted her head aside, and sang out in a sweet voice:
"Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona."

Alisa shrugged.

"Every year at the same time, some kind of cataclysm occurs and undead of one form or another pour out onto a surprisingly unsuspecting public. Most of them integrate quickly. Zombies, vampires, they all find some kind of sanity to keep a status quo. But early on, there is chaos. Some aggressive ones remain even after the status quo returns. I simply take it upon myself to ensure that these anomalies do not threaten others."
She leaned back onto the wall, settling herself in almost snugly to the padding.

"I'll admit, I've had to kill one or two human beings in my time, but it was always self-defence. Of course, with no real system of law here, that often is left under doubt. So eventually I got dragged in here, just like everyone else."
Alisa sighed and glanced in Ezra's direction. She continued, trying to suppress her natural register. She wasn't used to speaking at such length.

"There are probably other reasons. Nothing they can prove, and nothing I'd gladly admit to others. But I settled in Barton, where word spreads quickly of strange behaviour, so I'll not be surprised if someone took offence to some of my other quirks."