Room 306 - Natalya Arlovskaya

Natalya's room is filled with the standard furniture. The shelves of her room are filled with books on the occult. She also has a small collection of dolls, given to her by her sister. Her closet, though small, is filled with long sleeved, high-collared dresses, colors ranging from navy blue, to black.
On the top shelf, sitting alongside a small framed picture of herself and her siblings, is a vase with a single, long since dead, sunflower.

Natalya is often confined to her room, where she can sit for hours reading from her (paperback) books, or staring at her decaying sunflower, and the photo of her siblings.

She is rarely in the mood for company, so if you must visit her, beware. Even unarmed, Natalya is a violent girl, with shocking strength for one so small.

[OOC: GIVES IN AND TAGS -3-]

There was a quiet knock at the door, followed by a slightly louder one. Toris hadn't understood why he'd been selected to deliver Natalya's pills to her, or the seemingly huge relief of the other staff members when he'd happily accepted. She didn't seem like a bad person at all, a strong woman perhaps, but Toris had grown fond of her. Oh, he was aware of her 'medical conditions', but perhaps even he 'couldn't read the atmosphere' in this case. He usually shrugged off the random injuries he seemed to obtain around Natalya as accidents, unconvinced that such a pretty girl would cause harm to anyone.

The brunette knocked again, before calling. "Natalya? I have your medication here, can you open up, please?"

Despite there not being a lock on the inside of her door, Natalya was very a dangerous enough patient, that it was rare for anyone to open the door, unless they could figure out where she was beforehand.

Frown in place, she stood from her spot, reclining on her bed, with a copy of Grimoire of the Spirit of a Place in her lap. A gift from her Brother. The book closed with an audible thump, before she set it on the bed carefully.

She crossed the length of the small room, and rested a hand on the doorknob. Her gaze drifting over to the sunflower, thoughts of her brother springing to mind. The image faded, and she pulled the door open, tilted her head up, so she could look at the brunet. She gave him a blank look, wishing he would leave. "Go away. I am busy."

There was a brief, awkward silence before the Lithuania spoke again, not taking his eyes from Natalya.

"A-Ah, I'm sorry, I've been told you bring you your medication by order of your brother... I-I'm sure he'd like it very much if you were to take it, Natalya..." Toris knew of Natalya's affinity with her brother, it was written in her records after all. It made him feel mildly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as he'd be made to feel if he failed at doing his job. Dr. Braginski could be a very intimidating man.

Feeling increasingly awkward, he looked away before turning back to fix his gaze on the Belarussian again. "You have three pills to take today, if you take them now I won't need to bother you for the rest of the day..."

She stared at him for a long moment, before stepping back, and leaving the door. It was the closest thing to an invitation that anyone recieved from Natalya. She moved across her room, silently, picking up her book, and setting it carefully on the shelf with all the others.

Her blue eyes drifted back to him, intense and cold in their gaze. "My Brother?"


(OOC: I'm soooooooo sorry this took so long, and is so sickeningly short. T-T I didn't mean for it to be...)