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5) Rules and rights of Monroeville
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Chapter 5) Rules & right of Monroeville
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The king, as Gerard had called him had a name. A very normal name. Arthur Knightly, head of section 499, better known as Monroeville around the ‘Institution.’ Arthur was an man in his mid forties, Rasta haired and in a tight suit. Frank couldn’t remember ever seeing such a strange mix. Reggae and Lawyer, strange combination. Tarzan dumped him in the Kings office and Frank quickly learned his real name was Kurt.
Nervous he shifted on his chair, the noses of his Converts tapping against the dark wooden desk.
Arthur gave him a warm smile. “I’m terribly sorry for all the commotion. Normally there is a whole procedure for your new clients. Today however some things got out of hand further on at another house. I take the full blame for all the mix ups from today and I hope your not to shocked.”
He didn’t dare to look up, not sure if he would strike the guy with one deadly glare or burst out in tears and cry for his mommy. So he shrugged, saying I don’t give a damn. Arthur simply nodded, taking it as an it’s alright.
“Anyhow let me tell you something about this place.” Arthur took a file from his desk and pushed a pair of reading glasses on. “Has been build in 1967 by the church blablabla… has about one hundred clients since 1999 blablabla… I’m sure just like everyone else you don’t really care about the history from this building and our vision. You just want to get the hell out again don’t ya?”
The mans reactions took him off guard, surprised he looked up. Arthur smiled.
“I can understand that, it must be horrible to get stuffed up behind bars like your some kind of animal.”
“It kinda blows.” He agreed, still keeping cool.
“I don’t blame you for that. But your must know Frank, where here to help you and he do want you to get out as soon as possible. But to get you out we have to get in your head, understand?”
He frowned and huffed. “Yeah, I heard that nutcase talk about it. Your going to shrink me up huh? I bet you can write a book about it.”
His reaction humored Arthur. “Don’t worry everything that’s said in this room is confidential. And everything that’s said in the therapy room stays in the therapy room.
Frank dug his hands in his pocked and buried his eyes under a layer of Fleece. “O goody.”
Arthur took a pause and drew out a few files. “I believe you got a grand tour by Bob?”
Frank drew his head up under his hood and starred at the black fabric. “Yeah.”
“Good, then you know about your facilities. We can skip to the rules and I would appreciate it if you looked at me while where going through the list.”
He sighted and pulled his hood off. Annoyed he received a few papers of rules & rights.
Rules& Rights:
1) No smoking inside the building.
2) No drugs or alcohol, not in your room, not in your closet. Not anywhere. No dealing, no using. No drugs or alcohol.( if any sort of drugs are found in your room it will be taken and there will be serious consequences) cigarettes are allowed, but you may only smoke in the living room or outside.
3) Your not allowed to have any kind of weapon, (if it’s found in your room it will be taken and there will be serious consequences)
4) No pets allowed inside the facility.
5) Your not allowed to be outside after 22.00.
6) After 23.00 you have to be in your room, except on the weekends, then you have till midnight.
7) It has to be silent between 23.00 and 7.30.
8) Your suppose to be on time on every class/therapy/other appointments. If not, you need a reason or a note from one of your staff members.
9) Non of the clients are allowed to leave the facility without any supervision from your staff.
10) The dinnertimes are between 7.30-8.30/ 11.45-12.30/ 18.00-19.00. You eat together in the dinner room. If you have a special diet we will arrange it with the kitchen.
11) You must take the medication that are prescribed by a doctor or therapist.
Living in a group with many different people can be,
therefore we have some social rules:
1) You will respect your fellow group members, as well as our staff.
2) There will be no verbal as well as non-verbal aggression towards any of your group members as well members of the staff.
3) Every member of the group has his own chores. Further your responsible for keeping your own room clean.
4) You need to respect your fellow group members as well as our staff.
5) The hobby room is for everyone, as long as you clean up after yourself.
6) Discrimination or racism is not allowed.
Rights:
1) You have the right on 2 and a half hour of fresh air every day.
2) You have the right to look through your own files.
3) You have the right to call your family or friends three times a week. (only not the first week, that’s protocol).
4) You have the right on your own private space, but the staff have access to your room if they think it’s necessary.
5) The maximum time in the isolation is six hours.
6) Any unnecessary physical harm by staff members are against the rules and must be reported.
7) Every client has the right to have one visitor every week.
8) As everyone else your allowed to follow up your own religious conviction, as long as it’s not hurtful for other members of your group and doesn’t come between your therapy.
9) As you have your private space you also have a place to put your private possessions. In your room there is one closet that can be locked. However our staff have a spare key. Once a month there is a check-up through all the closets.
10) Everything that has been said during therapy is private, it can be recorded or written down but it’s kept in the facility.
He read some of the lines over. ‘Great this truly is prison, I better not dug down to pick up the soap in the bathroom.’ Uncaring he dumped the papers back on the desk and started to toy with his sleeves. Sometimes, between ignoring the teacher and scratching his name in his desk, he used them as sock puppets. ‘Good old days, just waiting for the bell and go home, go to sleep.’ He sighted and peeked up.
Knightly studied him, he didn’t like that. The guy must thing he was wacked, crazy. He wasn’t crazy. He just took a ticket early to hell, but got kicked out of the bus before he ever crossed the border.
“So Frank, do you have any questions so far?” The African American asked him.
He left his sleeves along and started rumbling in his pockets. “When will I get out?”
“When we think your better.”
That wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted a date and a near one. “Well, when will I be better.”
“We’ll see.” Knightly said and handed him another few papers. “This is your agenda for here. I think Bob has told you about the classes, it’s to keep you up to date once you go back to school. Most of the mornings you have to study and there will be therapy classes as well. There is always a staff member around, twenty-four-seven. And I’m here fives days a week, if you have any questions or need to speak to someone you can talk to me.”
Franks eyes had been taken by the colourful collection of pens. ‘Great, now I live in school and have to spill all my problems out to some guy that looks like Xzibit, please tell me there is no hatch in this bottom else I’m going to jump out of the first window I see, I swear.’ While his eyes focused on the window behind mister Knightly the man kept studying him.
“Even though your probably thinking it’s all bull what I’m saying, we can help you Frank. We helped so many kids over the years and many of them are doing very good.”
He simply nodded, then something hit him. “What about the group? Are they, can they bite me or uhu… something like that.”
Knightly smiled. “No, they won’t bite you. Right now your group is quit settled and easygoing.”
Frank thought about the creep who’d kept pushing his buttons and would like to tell the guy otherwise.
“But I think it’s smart if I tell you a bit about your group members, to cut out any possible problems.” Knightly coughed. “You’ve met Bob Bryar. He’s a very mellow and easy going guy. At the moment however he’s going through some very difficult stuff. He’s been addicted to Methamphetamine, or Crystal Meth since he turned sixteen. So some mornings he can be very unpleasant and before you think he has an skin-disease that’s all part of the rehab. Then there is someone you haven’t seen yet. Ray Toro, another quiet one. He’s been here for about a year and hasn’t said much. Very big guy, but there is not much wrong in them. He’s just very afraid of water. And then we have our Gerard. Gerard Way…”
The man took a pause. “He came here when he was ten, after many home counselling, tutors everything. He’s has a destructive personality, no inhibition or whatsoever. But believe it or not he never means to harm anyone with his actions.”
Frank snored. “Sure he doesn’t.”
“Your just the new kid, Frank.” Knightly told him. “Everyone needs to get use to you.”
‘O goody-good.’
Knightly peeked at the clock. “Do you have any questions?”
He was about to shake his head then something hit him. “Yeah, one why does that cre- Gerard call you King?”
“Because I listen much Elvis and Queen. And because my first name is Arthur. He gives everybody around here tones of nicknames.”
He rolled his eyes. “Right…”
Knightly looked at the clock. “If that’s everything you can go back to the living room, your going to eat in a few minutes.”
A bit dull he nodded got up and pulled his hood back over his head. ‘Just get the records straight. I’m living with lunatics until the King of pop gives me the OK sign… What the fuck...”
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.-.-.
The king, as Gerard had called him had a name. A very normal name. Arthur Knightly, head of section 499, better known as Monroeville around the ‘Institution.’ Arthur was an man in his mid forties, Rasta haired and in a tight suit. Frank couldn’t remember ever seeing such a strange mix. Reggae and Lawyer, strange combination. Tarzan dumped him in the Kings office and Frank quickly learned his real name was Kurt.
Nervous he shifted on his chair, the noses of his Converts tapping against the dark wooden desk.
Arthur gave him a warm smile. “I’m terribly sorry for all the commotion. Normally there is a whole procedure for your new clients. Today however some things got out of hand further on at another house. I take the full blame for all the mix ups from today and I hope your not to shocked.”
He didn’t dare to look up, not sure if he would strike the guy with one deadly glare or burst out in tears and cry for his mommy. So he shrugged, saying I don’t give a damn. Arthur simply nodded, taking it as an it’s alright.
“Anyhow let me tell you something about this place.” Arthur took a file from his desk and pushed a pair of reading glasses on. “Has been build in 1967 by the church blablabla… has about one hundred clients since 1999 blablabla… I’m sure just like everyone else you don’t really care about the history from this building and our vision. You just want to get the hell out again don’t ya?”
The mans reactions took him off guard, surprised he looked up. Arthur smiled.
“I can understand that, it must be horrible to get stuffed up behind bars like your some kind of animal.”
“It kinda blows.” He agreed, still keeping cool.
“I don’t blame you for that. But your must know Frank, where here to help you and he do want you to get out as soon as possible. But to get you out we have to get in your head, understand?”
He frowned and huffed. “Yeah, I heard that nutcase talk about it. Your going to shrink me up huh? I bet you can write a book about it.”
His reaction humored Arthur. “Don’t worry everything that’s said in this room is confidential. And everything that’s said in the therapy room stays in the therapy room.
Frank dug his hands in his pocked and buried his eyes under a layer of Fleece. “O goody.”
Arthur took a pause and drew out a few files. “I believe you got a grand tour by Bob?”
Frank drew his head up under his hood and starred at the black fabric. “Yeah.”
“Good, then you know about your facilities. We can skip to the rules and I would appreciate it if you looked at me while where going through the list.”
He sighted and pulled his hood off. Annoyed he received a few papers of rules & rights.
Rules& Rights:
1) No smoking inside the building.
2) No drugs or alcohol, not in your room, not in your closet. Not anywhere. No dealing, no using. No drugs or alcohol.( if any sort of drugs are found in your room it will be taken and there will be serious consequences) cigarettes are allowed, but you may only smoke in the living room or outside.
3) Your not allowed to have any kind of weapon, (if it’s found in your room it will be taken and there will be serious consequences)
4) No pets allowed inside the facility.
5) Your not allowed to be outside after 22.00.
6) After 23.00 you have to be in your room, except on the weekends, then you have till midnight.
7) It has to be silent between 23.00 and 7.30.
8) Your suppose to be on time on every class/therapy/other appointments. If not, you need a reason or a note from one of your staff members.
9) Non of the clients are allowed to leave the facility without any supervision from your staff.
10) The dinnertimes are between 7.30-8.30/ 11.45-12.30/ 18.00-19.00. You eat together in the dinner room. If you have a special diet we will arrange it with the kitchen.
11) You must take the medication that are prescribed by a doctor or therapist.
Living in a group with many different people can be,
therefore we have some social rules:
1) You will respect your fellow group members, as well as our staff.
2) There will be no verbal as well as non-verbal aggression towards any of your group members as well members of the staff.
3) Every member of the group has his own chores. Further your responsible for keeping your own room clean.
4) You need to respect your fellow group members as well as our staff.
5) The hobby room is for everyone, as long as you clean up after yourself.
6) Discrimination or racism is not allowed.
Rights:
1) You have the right on 2 and a half hour of fresh air every day.
2) You have the right to look through your own files.
3) You have the right to call your family or friends three times a week. (only not the first week, that’s protocol).
4) You have the right on your own private space, but the staff have access to your room if they think it’s necessary.
5) The maximum time in the isolation is six hours.
6) Any unnecessary physical harm by staff members are against the rules and must be reported.
7) Every client has the right to have one visitor every week.
8) As everyone else your allowed to follow up your own religious conviction, as long as it’s not hurtful for other members of your group and doesn’t come between your therapy.
9) As you have your private space you also have a place to put your private possessions. In your room there is one closet that can be locked. However our staff have a spare key. Once a month there is a check-up through all the closets.
10) Everything that has been said during therapy is private, it can be recorded or written down but it’s kept in the facility.
He read some of the lines over. ‘Great this truly is prison, I better not dug down to pick up the soap in the bathroom.’ Uncaring he dumped the papers back on the desk and started to toy with his sleeves. Sometimes, between ignoring the teacher and scratching his name in his desk, he used them as sock puppets. ‘Good old days, just waiting for the bell and go home, go to sleep.’ He sighted and peeked up.
Knightly studied him, he didn’t like that. The guy must thing he was wacked, crazy. He wasn’t crazy. He just took a ticket early to hell, but got kicked out of the bus before he ever crossed the border.
“So Frank, do you have any questions so far?” The African American asked him.
He left his sleeves along and started rumbling in his pockets. “When will I get out?”
“When we think your better.”
That wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted a date and a near one. “Well, when will I be better.”
“We’ll see.” Knightly said and handed him another few papers. “This is your agenda for here. I think Bob has told you about the classes, it’s to keep you up to date once you go back to school. Most of the mornings you have to study and there will be therapy classes as well. There is always a staff member around, twenty-four-seven. And I’m here fives days a week, if you have any questions or need to speak to someone you can talk to me.”
Franks eyes had been taken by the colourful collection of pens. ‘Great, now I live in school and have to spill all my problems out to some guy that looks like Xzibit, please tell me there is no hatch in this bottom else I’m going to jump out of the first window I see, I swear.’ While his eyes focused on the window behind mister Knightly the man kept studying him.
“Even though your probably thinking it’s all bull what I’m saying, we can help you Frank. We helped so many kids over the years and many of them are doing very good.”
He simply nodded, then something hit him. “What about the group? Are they, can they bite me or uhu… something like that.”
Knightly smiled. “No, they won’t bite you. Right now your group is quit settled and easygoing.”
Frank thought about the creep who’d kept pushing his buttons and would like to tell the guy otherwise.
“But I think it’s smart if I tell you a bit about your group members, to cut out any possible problems.” Knightly coughed. “You’ve met Bob Bryar. He’s a very mellow and easy going guy. At the moment however he’s going through some very difficult stuff. He’s been addicted to Methamphetamine, or Crystal Meth since he turned sixteen. So some mornings he can be very unpleasant and before you think he has an skin-disease that’s all part of the rehab. Then there is someone you haven’t seen yet. Ray Toro, another quiet one. He’s been here for about a year and hasn’t said much. Very big guy, but there is not much wrong in them. He’s just very afraid of water. And then we have our Gerard. Gerard Way…”
The man took a pause. “He came here when he was ten, after many home counselling, tutors everything. He’s has a destructive personality, no inhibition or whatsoever. But believe it or not he never means to harm anyone with his actions.”
Frank snored. “Sure he doesn’t.”
“Your just the new kid, Frank.” Knightly told him. “Everyone needs to get use to you.”
‘O goody-good.’
Knightly peeked at the clock. “Do you have any questions?”
He was about to shake his head then something hit him. “Yeah, one why does that cre- Gerard call you King?”
“Because I listen much Elvis and Queen. And because my first name is Arthur. He gives everybody around here tones of nicknames.”
He rolled his eyes. “Right…”
Knightly looked at the clock. “If that’s everything you can go back to the living room, your going to eat in a few minutes.”
A bit dull he nodded got up and pulled his hood back over his head. ‘Just get the records straight. I’m living with lunatics until the King of pop gives me the OK sign… What the fuck...”
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