SomeoneSomewere

An Army of animals

He laid there once his bindings were removed, no movement other than breathing coming from him. It didn't take long for his eyes to start twitching, showing his awakening. He then opened his eyes, blinking rapidly with a small groan. He rolled over slightly onto his back, feeling bare skin against the groan. At some time he lost his shirt in his punishment. He grimaced, feeling hot, sticky blood running over his body. He lifted his head, looking at the multiple cuts covering his front and stomach. He grimaced and slowly stood up, grasping onto the bed as he got lightheaded and nauseated. He took a deep breath, calming his stomach. He then made his way to the door, his front glistening with blood. He opened the door, leaving a bloody handprint on the doorknob. Blood dropped down his arm from cuts on his shoulders and upper arms, multicolored nurses already dotting his body. He stumbled into the bathroom, grimacing. He slowly washed off his body, hissing in pain as the water hit his skin from the shower. The cuts weren't deep, but plentiful.

An Army of animals

He took a small step back as they slowly approached him. Immediately the feeling of being cornered set in, and he shifted, letting out a violent snarl, the typical struggle ensuing from it. It always ended the same way, he hoped it would turn to his advantage, but never has. They had found a way to tie him down while shifted, and still restrain him when human. Ropes were tied to his wrists, ankles, and over his neck. The knots were made to expand as he shifted, but grow tighter as he struggled. He shifted, due to the pain and stress the position he was tied in put on his arms and legs. His face and hands were splattered with blood already, most not of his own. He felt the panic that being tied up gave him, and like always, struggled to get free, simply tightening the ropes. His eyes met Vlad's, muscles tensed and quivering. He began to speak at his remark about the controlling his beast, but was cut off as he began to attack.

It started as loud growls with the occasional whimper of pain, struggling to fight off the affacked. As time progressed, however, the growls became less and less frequent, the whines and whimpers more so, the struggles weakening until finally falling unconscious, from pain alone. In general, his head, hands a and feet were left alone, due to the possibility of injury.

An Army of animals

He immediately tensed in reaction to the door opening, slowly turning to face it. His eyes landed on Vlad first, before looking over the four soldiers behind him, before back to Vlad. He found it to be nearly impossible to not fight back. It seemed to be ingrained in his brain, he had the feeling before the experience, but now it was inhanced, and nearly instinct. He them slowly answered," you know what will end up happening either way I answer." He couldn't help but violently protect himself. He suddenly let's out a low growl," the chicken deserves to die though." He knew Zaen wasn't a chicken, but he liked the nickname.

An Army of animals

He watched people began to retreat to their rooms as punishments started to begin. He had long finished his food, he was just waiting. He sighed and stood up, putting his plate away and made his way to his room. He entered, closing the dorm firmly behind him. He hated punishments. He grew quite violent when he was being punished, and it was quickly discovered a way to do it. He had to be tied up, then beaten. He was never sure what was worse. Being trapped and helpless, or being beaten. Alone, they wouldn't be fun, together, they were terrible. He always hated the tied, locked up feeling of complete helplessness. He gathered he got it from his childhood, having been locked in his room for hours on end, with no way to get out. He paced in his room, letting out the occasional soft growl. He hated this.

Element Wars: Dawn of a new era.

Interested.

An Army of animals

Without a word, Austin stood and walked out of the room, heading to the dining room. He sat down, grabbing his food, looking around a bit. He still wanted to murder the chicken, but he didn't know when he could even possibly do that. Guards were everywhere, as well as cameras. It would be extremely difficult to do so. He dug into his food, slipping into his protective nature over his food.

Mental Institution for Troubled Teens (Reboot)

He is 5'11
Name: Austin Martin
Age: 17
Disorder: depression/self harm
History: Austin was born to a 18 year old women, who's boyfriend left her as soon as he figured out about the baby. Instead of getting rid of it, or adopting it, she kept it, struggling through even as her parents shunned her. He grew up living from paycheck to paycheck. When he was eight, his mother married his stepfather. Before marriage, he was the kindest person you could know, even after, he was. At least, to everyone but Austin. He hated that his wife had a child that wasn't his own. He almost immediately began to abuse him, physically, mentally, and every once and a while sexually. He quickly went downhill, dragging through years of dreading coming home. He hid everything from his mother, knowing she was happy. He discovered, when he was eleven, that cutting made him feel better. There was no change in appearance, always having worn long sleeve shirts and pants to hide the bruises. His mom never found out, at least until one of the worst beatings he ever got happened. After pulling himself together, he headed to the bathroom, closing the door. His stepfather had left, his mom was gone before hand. He was shaking terribly, yet still grasped the razor in his hand. He pressed to hard, a almost subconscious decision to do so. He watched blood flow off of his left wrist, dropping over the side or pooling in his hand. It didn't take long for him to loose consciousness. That's when his mother discovered him. She was devastated, her little baby in so bad of shape. As soon as he was stable, and released, he was sent to the institution. He is slightly better, yet still craves and feels the need for a razor across his skin. He occasionally can have violent outbursts when pressured too much about what has happened. He is self self conscious about his scars, still wearing long sleeve shirts and pants.
Other: When in stressful situations, he can be seen digging his nails into his wrist, due to which his nails are always kept very short.

Mental Institution for Troubled Teens (Reboot)

I claim the boy for depression/ self harm.

The Facility

Very interested.

An Army of animals

Austin sat down, leaning back against the wall, watching the wall opposite from him. He was, however, aware of what was happening around him, just appearing to be zoned out and not paying attention.