Chris Tyler taps his pen against his clipboard once, looking over the charts. He then looks up to Gaunt, "I see.."
Chris Tyler: It seems you are suffering from paranoid delusions.
Chris Tyler looks back down to his clipboard, noting a few unseen words  onto the charts. He mumbles to himself, "Delusions of grandure as well, it seems."
Inq. Gaunt - FML whistles sharply, two Sisters entering the room, one Order of Our Martyrd Lady, the other Order of the Eternal Flame.
Chris Tyler looks back up to Gaunt, pressing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, "I'm perscribing you a moderate anti-psycot-"
Inq. Gaunt - FML: **Order of the Eternal Flame is a hospitaler order.**
Chris Tyler looks past Gaunt, "What were you whistling at?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML arches a brow, drumming his thigh. "Are you blind?"
Chris Tyler cocks his head slightly, then breathes a slight sigh. He removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose, "There is nothing there."
Inq. Gaunt - FML looks up at Sister Banda. "Am I insane?" She shakes her head, shuffling the bolter around her hip, on the sling.
Chris Tyler watches Gaunt fiddle with the small cloth rope attached to his robe, "Again with the 'blaster', Gaunt? I thought we were past this.."
Inq. Gaunt - FML looks back. "Blaster? What heresy is this?"
Chris Tyler shakes his head quietly, "You checked yourself in here to help /yourself/, Gaunt, yet all I have seen is regression."
Chris Tyler makes a small note on his clipboard, "I'm upping your dosages."?
Chris Tyler: "*
Inq. Gaunt - FML stands sharply, touching the vox bead in his ear. "Yes? Pride of Cadia? Get me off this Emperor forsaken hell-hole. Fine, one squad will do." Shortly thereafter, a meteor looking object flashes in the sky, destined for the surface.
Chris Tyler motions to one of the orderlys stationed in the corner of the room, "I think we've had enough with our session today. Escort him back to his quarters."
Inq. Gaunt - FML walks up to the nearest wall, before pressing his hand on it, and crashing through.
Inq. Gaunt - FML gets on the drop-pod, flying away.
Chris Tyler **The orderlys quickly grasp Gaunt as he moves to the window. Instead of 'flying away' he is quickly given a sedative which he mistakes the feelings of vertigo as a drop-pod. He is relocated to a padded room labeled "30051".
Chris Tyler Points to your name, **No, fuck YOUR life**
Chris Tyler has changed their name to Dr. Chris Tyler.
Inq. Gaunt - FML: Boom, S2K.

Mingewebelin's a good job, mate! It's challengin' work, outta the city. I garuntee you'll not go hungry. 'Cos I garuntee, as long as there's two servers left on TnB, I won't be RPing hunger in the canals.

Dave? Dave, I'm a- Ye- /Not/ a "resistance member", Dave, I'm a mingewebel! Well the difference bein' one is respectable, and the other means I get to shotcop!

I'll be honest with ya, the admins do NOT care for it.

I think a CP saw me...
*Rounds ping off various ass spawned props*
Yes! Yes he did!

RP? Look mate, you know who has roleplay? Folks with some sort of respect within' the community. Mingewebels have SWEPs.
Have an MP-7.
Have a Standard Sidearm.
Have a plan to kill every cumbean you meet.

Dave...Dave p- yeah - put Garfy on the phone!
Dr. Chris Tyler: Win.
Dr. Chris Tyler 's concentration is broken, now is the best time to attack!
Inq. Gaunt - FML jumps up, charging headlong with his shoulder at Chris.
Dr. Chris Tyler **You hit the door.**
Dr. Chris Tyler **You probably have a concussion.**
Inq. Gaunt - FML has an iron skull.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Iron or not, you're not getting through this door**
Inq. Gaunt - FML stands up.
Inq. Gaunt - FML: It's chargin'...
Dr. Chris Tyler 's eyes grow wide, "Wh- what did you just say?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML: Imma' firin' ma' lazor.
Inq. Gaunt - FML opens his mouth widely, emitting a BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH as a massive blue beam emmenates from his gob.
Dr. Chris Tyler jumps off to the side, sliding across the lenolium floor.
Inq. Gaunt - FML: **The door is blown of its hinges.**
Inq. Gaunt - FML makes a dash for it, destined for the front door.
Dr. Chris Tyler points to the room, "G-Get him!"
Dr. Chris Tyler **Orderlys storm from the halls, intent on capturing Gaunt*
Inq. Gaunt - FML grabs a hot, red-headed nurse as he bolts for the door, scooping her up in a fireman's carry.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The hot, red-headed nurse lets out a small scream, but doesn't resist, the mix of fear and exitement boiling in her stomach.**
Dr. Chris Tyler **The roaring sounds of boot heels boom off of the walls as the orderlys draw closer**
Inq. Gaunt - FML reaches a security station, grabbing one of the pacification tazers, and holding it tightly within his left hand's grasp.
Dr. Chris Tyler **A lone orderly reaches the room, a nightstick in his hand. He moves forward, preparing to lash out Gaunt**
Inq. Gaunt - FML flicks the tazer on, switching his stance into one that gives decent reach with his leading hand.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The orderly presses forward, attacking with a lumbering swipe intended for Gaunt's head.**
Inq. Gaunt - FML raises the tazer, catching the aluminium rod with the sparking head of the tazer.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The orderly's muscles respond almost at once, siezing up and not allowing him to move. He falls in a heap onto the newly waxed floor**
Inq. Gaunt - FML flicks the tazer off, crouching and ruffling through the orderly's pockets, taking his access card, baton, and sidearm(?).
Dr. Chris Tyler **The sound of boot heels is nearly upon Gaunt's location, however, orderlys do not carry firearms for the fact that this very event could take place.**
Inq. Gaunt - FML turns, dashing off, swiping the access card over the nearby lobby gate, tugging it shut behind him, before tazing the digital lock mechanism.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The orderlys, now in sight, rush to the gate all at once. The gate holds as they begin to attempt to open it. Their actions are futile.
Inq. Gaunt - FML dashes for the front door, keeping a persistant eye to the corridors that flank him as he runs, the nurse still perched upon his shoulders.
Dr. Chris Tyler appears at the end of the hallway, the only way out of the wing - and to freedom. In his hand is a compact USP, he aims it down at the two, his hand shaking with pent up stress.
Dr. Chris Tyler: [Yell] Stop! Stop now!
Inq. Gaunt - FML shudders to a halt, an open utility closet flanking his left hand side.
Dr. Chris Tyler 's hand continues to jitter, "Just set her down and get on the floor! I've already called the cops! They'll be here in a few seconds!"
Inq. Gaunt - FML tosses a glance up, to peer at the nurse's face.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Her bright green eyes are wide, yet oddly kind, she shakes her head bearly.**
Inq. Gaunt - FML looks back down to Tyler. "You want me on the ground? Fine." He throws himself towards the floor, lit tazer arching down with him, before being flicked forward the short distance towards Chris.
Dr. Chris Tyler 's eyes widen as the tazer approaches, he turns away from it, but the tazer still lands into his side. The short jolt of electricity flows through him and the corridor echos with a gunshot. The round embeds itself into a picture of a group of smiling people. Under the picture is the words 'Do no harm." The frame shatters and falls to the floor along with the doctor.
Inq. Gaunt - FML continues his momentum, pushing himself up, and sprinting towards the good doctor. He hoists his tazer back again, pocketing it, before stealing the man's USP, checking the load as he continues his dash, noting the amount of rounds left.
Dr. Chris Tyler makes a few mumbled groans, all of which are perfectly unintelligible. His left leg contracts once, then twice, and for a third time.
Inq. Gaunt - FML skips down the stairs, two at a time, destined for the front gate, before changing his mind, and veering for the service access, sprinting over the grass.
Dr. Chris Tyler **A wise decision, the main gate had been covered by nearly a half dozen guards. All of which were issued stunguns. The service access, however, was not given thought when securing the building. Given ample time this mistake could have been corrected, however, with the security caught between shifts, mistakes are plentiful.
Inq. Gaunt - FML comes to the gate, holstering the pistol, and drawing the access pass again, swiping it over the scanner, he tosses a furtive grin to the nurse on his shoulder. "Y'alright up there, darl?" As he speaks, he barges through the gate, reholstering the pass, and laying his hand over the pistol, just in case.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The distant wail of sirens can be heard in the background, slowly growing louder. The nurse gives a slightly frightened groan, still quite unsure of what exactly to think of this mystery man.
Inq. Gaunt - FML comes to the staff carpark, setting the nurse down on the sidewalk, before sliding the baton out from his waistband. He smashes the window of the drivers side back seat, climbing through to the front seat, and unlocking the passenger door. He rolls under the dash, uhooking the fuse covers, stripping wires and beginning to hotwire the vehicle. It appears to be moderatley old, lacking an immobilizer. He calls out, as he works. "Got a name, miss?"
Dr. Chris Tyler **The nurse stutters slightly, adrenilin still coursing through her, "Sh-Sharon" she manages to get out. "I-I'm Sharon."
Inq. Gaunt - FML **The car rolls over, puring into life. "Nice t'meet you, Sharon. I'm Ibram...you've got a free ticket out now, if you want. Y'can walk away, or jump in the car -- what'ya wanna' do?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML pulls himself up propper into the driver seat, laying his hands on the wheel.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The nurse looks back to the service exit, indecision dancing a tango upon her beautiful green eyes. Finally she makes up her mind
Dr. Chris Tyler **Advances to the driver's side, "G-get into the back.. and.. lay down. They'll be l-looking for you if try and drive o-out of here." Her accent is slightly covered by her fear, but an American accent is present.
Inq. Gaunt - FML opens his mouth to object, but shrugs it off, tossing himself over the seat, and lying down flat in the back seat. The car appears to be owned by an old person, and various blankets are scattered about. He covers himself loosely with them, hand again gripping his sidearm.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Sharon sits herself into the seat, and shifts the dirty, tan, manual speed Caddilac into reverse. Shifting into first, she makes her way to the edge of the parking lot, when three NYPD cruisers come to a stop just short of blocking the entrance. She peers back, "Wh-what do I do?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML: [Whispered] Just put your cool face on.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Shannon nods once, and pulls up to the cruisers. She is hailed to stop just short of the street and the officer approaches.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The officer takes one look at the crudly drawn face that has magicly appeared on Shannon's face and bluntly says, "Get the fuck out of here."
Dr. Chris Tyler **The duo depart without further involvment from the NYPD.
Dr. Chris Tyler has changed their name to Nurse Shannon.
Inq. Gaunt - FML eases his head up with a grin, peering out the side window for an instant, before slowly climbing into the front, and clicking his belt back on.
Nurse Shannon looks over to Ibram, a deep red blush present, "W-was that alright?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML claps her gently on the shoulder, nodding sharply. "That was /brilliant/."
Nurse Shannon **looks at name. Fuck.
Nurse Shannon has changed their name to Nurse Sharon.
Nurse Sharon looks back, "Thanks.. although.. theres something I need to tell you.."
Inq. Gaunt - FML pulls the tazer from his pocket, looking over at her as he cycles to "BATTERY REMAINING" on its screen. "Hmm?"
Nurse Sharon reaches up and takes off her cute little nurses hat. Under it is a set of cat-like ears. She looks down somewhat and mutters, "Rule 34.."
Inq. Gaunt - FML gives a slight smirk, nodding. "Let's rule 35 it until we get to safety, alright?"
Nurse Sharon nods lightly. Suddenly a strange man bolts upright from the backseat, "W-what the hell!?"
Inq. Gaunt - FML starts suddenly, gripping the tazer, and holding his thumb over the power-button.
Nurse Sharon ** the man looks to both of them, then starts bobbing his head to an all-too familar beat. Over the radio a certian song starts to play. "WHAT IS LOVE?!"
Nurse Sharon starts to bob her head in time with the beat as well, singing along with the chorus, "Baby don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! No more!"
Inq. Gaunt - FML responds in kind, bobbing his head too, mouth slightly ajar. "Wooooaaaaahh, wooooaaaah, wooooaaaaaooooohhhh."
Nurse Sharon **The car veers slightly off of the road, slowly drifting into oncoming traffic.
Inq. Gaunt - FML turns around, punching the man in the face. "TWINKY HOUSE!"
Inq. Gaunt - FML looks to Sharon. "Keep your eyes on the road, Shazza."
Nurse Sharon has no time to correct her course after drifting. The oncoming sedan flashes it's lights. The two collide in an explosion of glass and twisted metal.
Nurse Sharon has changed their name to Dr. Chris Tyler.
Inq. Gaunt - FML is jolted forward, the seatbelt saving his life, leaving him relativley unscathed.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The airbags don't deploy, their mechanisms probably rusted away. Sharon is thrown from the car, landing a good three meters away, bouncing off of the pavement once and skidding to a halt.
Inq. Gaunt - FML groans as he lays his hand on the door handle, attempting to open it.
Dr. Chris Tyler **She sputters out blood once, her breath labored. The front doors of the cadillac are wedged tight, giving no ground to Ibram.
Inq. Gaunt - FML picks out the riot baton, swinging it at the window, sharply.
Dr. Chris Tyler **The already broken saftey glass shatters more, tiny semi-sharp shards fall onto the twisted hood.
Inq. Gaunt - FML continues to crack at it, until a large enough gap has been made for himself.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Sharon sputters out another cough of blood. The crimson liquid matting her hair in horrid gashes across her skull. Roadrash has skinned up most of the right side of her body, on which she now lies.
Inq. Gaunt - FML paces along the hood of the car, dropping beside Sharon. He thinks "One" in his head, three times, before "Click" then "Click-hoooooold", his hands pressing down on Sharon's arm.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Her gown is now a crimson red instead of it's clean white. She looks up at him and smiles slightly, opening her mouth. The voice that follows isn't her own. Instead it belongs to a man... a doctor. "Increase in paranoid delusions.." The voice trails off.
Inq. Gaunt - FML , his reality slipping, leans forward, pressing his lips to Sharon's for a long instant, before whispering goodbye.
Dr. Chris Tyler **A distant tapping noise fills the air, growing louder with each passing second.
Inq. Gaunt - FML blinks his eyes, returning to reality.
Dr. Chris Tyler is tapping against the small window in the door. "Ibram, we've brought your medication as promised. Please do take it this time."
Dr. Chris Tyler opens the small slot at the doors bottom and slides in a plastic dining tray. On it is a horrid looking meal, a glass of orange juice, and a small dixie cup of pills.
Inq. Gaunt - FML points, accusingly. "You're working with FullMetal, aren't you!?"
Dr. Chris Tyler stands back up, looking through the window. "Alec is a good doctor here. A good part of the staff."
Inq. Gaunt - FML shakes his head sharply. "This isn't a hospital, this is a prison!"
Dr. Chris Tyler closes the slot with his foot, shaking his head, "You checked yourself in, Ibram."
Inq. Gaunt - FML starts suddenly, peering at the window, a sly smirk forming over his lips. "Oh...now I know this is a dillusion, too."
Dr. Chris Tyler looks back, his face suddenly masked in a full CCA resperator. His voice is vocoded and robotic, "Just take a seat, Ibram." The /CP/ turns to the OverWatch soldiers, "Keep him in here for 20 cycles."
Inq. Gaunt - FML shakes his head. "Another delusion, I've found the friggin' key!"
Dr. Chris Tyler walks away soon after, "I'm sure you have."
Inq. Gaunt - FML grips the bars of the cell, calling out. "My name! It's not Ibram!"
Inq. Gaunt - FML fades out, his hands dancing across his keyboard as he looks at the chat window with Tyler.
Dr. Chris Tyler **Another batch of blue text appears. "Bravo, bravo."