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Post by MOA ADMIN on Apr 11, 2009 16:28:57 GMT -5
Las Vegas. City of Sin. Den of Iniquity and Corruption. These are commonly used euphemisms for this lavish lap of luxury. The bright lights, the parties, the swanky billboards. They all mean something. They all add decoration to the biggest party in the United States. There’s alcohol, gambling, girls in tight clothing, and enough sex to go around. But, of course, that is on the outside. On the streets, in the casinos, in the wedding chapels, and in the hotels, the party never stops. But on the outskirts of the city, there is a nondescript building full of people whose party has stopped. They are the ones who have done wrongs. They have killed, raped, pillaged and plundered like modern day pirates and are paying the price for it.
Serenity Point. A very clichéd name for a very unobvious place. The only serene point inside of it is the isolation ward. And even then it is mostly filled with angry screams. The building is nestled between Vegas and the vast expanse of desert nothingness. There are no chains, no fences. Runtoward Vegas- well, it’s difficult to hide when your face is plastered all over the city. Run towards the desert and there is no way to survive. It is a lost cause to try.
But the inside Serenity Point is not without its dangers. Much like a high school, there are groups. Every single person falls into one of these “gangs” within the first few days of arriving, whether they want to or not. These groups, based appropriately off of the four card suits, are all different in their own rights. The Spades, Clubs, Hearts, and Diamonds all have their individual respect and their individual causes. They fight for them relentlessly as if to deliver a message to those opposing them.
But this is not a high school or a college and being accepted by the group or beat up by a rival are not the biggest conflicts that one might face while locked away. For the duration of a patient’s term, there will be a multitude of therapy sessions. Group therapy, one on one therapy, hypnotherapy, music therapy, isolation therapy, and many more. They are supposed to help cure a patient or at least help them recognize what happened to make them act the way they did. This is not a place for drug rehab and it not a resort. This is a transitional asylum for the criminally insane. The “graduates” of Serenity Point either move on to another institution, are pardoned, or are deemed stable enough to be put in the general population of a maximum security prison.
They say in life a person must undergo their own individual hell in order to be saved. Well, what happens when that hell just leads to another and another and another? What happens behind brick walls and the stone faces that occupy them. Is it all just a dream? Or is it your very worst nightmare? |
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