Post by brim on Jul 2, 2021 4:45:34 GMT -5
December 27, 2019
A loud horn sounds as the double doors leading to the Asylum opens. Benjamin Rashad-Ismael Mustafa, with shackles connected to his wrists and ankles is led into the building by two orderlies. His black medium afro is unkempt, his thick beard appears more scraggly than usual. With his feet covered in black slides and a light grey jumpsuit over his body. The man who goes under the alias of BRIM shuffles his feet along the concrete pavement. Being forced to a halt, the three come to a door being blocked by a black male. He speaks.
“What did this one do?”
Looking through BRIM's paperwork, orderlie number one replies as he hands Quinn a manilla folder.
“Says here, manslaughter, chief.”
Closing the file after giving it a once over, the man who's guarding the door, walks up to the BRIM.
“My name is Stephen Quinn. I'm the Chief of Security and this is MY Asylum! You fuck up around here and you answer to me! You got that?”
BRIM simply nods his head in response. Quinn smiles.
“Take him to the nurse so he can be analyzed.”
Stepping to the side, Quinn moves his right index finger in a circular motion towards a window. A loud horn sounds off, the clicking of locks opening can be heard as the large steel door that Quinn was standing in front of unlocks. Grabbing the handle, Quinn pulls open the door as the orderlies push BRIM through.
“Welcome to the Asylum! Hahahahahaha!”
BRIM gives a 'wtf' look back towards the Chief of Security as the two men continue to shove him down the hallway. BRIM shifts his eyes from left-to-right, taking in the dinginess of the off-white walls. He sighs to himself, shaking his head. As the three maneuver through the corridors of the Asylum, they finally stop at a door with the name plate, Zoey Madison. The orderlie to BRIM's left, politely knocks on the door. After a moment of waiting, the door opens and a short woman with black hair, complemented by red highlights stands there with a smile on her face.
“Come in, gentlemen.”
Stepping to the side, she allows the men to escort BRIM into the office. For what it was, the room was fairly nice. As BRIM takes in the scenery, he notices a brown oak desk that sits in front of a matching bookcase. To his right is a brown leather couch that the orderlies take BRIM towards as he has a seat. The orderlies then make their exit but not before one of them hands Madison, BRIM's file.
"Thank you, gentlemen."
They both nod to the nurse, departing from the doorway and down the corridor. Madison gives a polite smile to BRIM who awkwardly gives one back. Making her way over to her desk, Zoey has a seat and begins to look over her newest patient's paperwork as he sits there quietly, taking in the moment. After about ten minutes of shuffling through papers and nodding curiously, she turns her attention to BRIM.
"So, Benjamin. How are you feeling?"
Almost befuddled, BRIM stares blankly at Zoey who smiles back. However a response never comes.
"Ok.. If you don't want to speak, that's fine. A lot of patients are nervous when they first arrive here."
"It usually takes a majority of our patients to get settled into their rooms and competing in a match before they're able to come out of their shell."
BRIM remains silent, cuffed hands on his lap as he continues to listen intently.
"We here at the Asylum, provide our patients the best care that the WWH in association with Sanatorium facility can provide."
He scoffs, which catches Zoey by surprise but she continues after taking another look at his file.
"So, Benjamin. It says here that you were convicted of manslaughter. Do you want to talk about what happened that night?"
Fiddling with his fingers, BRIM gives Madison a side-eye before mumbling to himself.
Madison questions. Shaking his head, BRIM finally speaks.
"Check this shit out, yo. I was told by my lawyer that if I came to the Sanatorium and fought then life would be a bit more manageable."
"Well, we do have special privileges for those who are able to accumulate victories."
"Yeah, that's what I was told. But what's this that I hear that if I do well enough, then I could be freed from dis shit hole?"
She smiles coyly.
"We've had instances where someone has managed to earn their freedom."
She nods in approval.
"I guess that motherfucka kept his word."
"Ahh, not shit, just thinking about a few things."
"Anything that you want to talk about?"
BRIM ponders for a brief moment before responding.
"Naw.. I'm good. It was a LONG ride, getting to this place and I'm wore t'fuck out."
"Okay then, Benjamin. I'll have the orderlies to escort you to your cell. I'm hoping that in the future we can dwell a bit deeper into your mind."
He scoffs while simultaneously, rolling his eyes.
"I doubt that will happen. This probably is gonna be the first and last time that we meet."
She giggles at BRIM's response, pressing a button on her landline before taking it off the base and placing it on speaker.
"May I help you, Ms. Madison?"
Pressing the button again to end the call, she smiles again at Brim.
"Don't take this experience lightly, Benjamin. We are here to provide a service to the community and whether our patients agree with it or not. We make sure that that job is done to its fullest extent. We will be seeing each other again so I suggest that you make yourself comfortable. Get familiar with all of the amenities that this facility provides because I don't see you going anywhere in the foreseeable future."
They are both alerted as the two orderlies from earlier make their return. Rising from the couch, BRIM is escorted to where he will be spending the remainder of his time in Asylum.