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Welcome to Nightmares & Daydreams. A modern day rp that takes place in a psychiatric hospital.

You were thrown in here for one reason or another. Dumped in this hellhole they call Daniel Grey Psychiatric Hospital, or actually more commonly known as the local loony bin of California. When you think "psychiatric hospital" or "mental institution" I'm sure the first thing you think are those scary asylums they have in the movies with bright white lights everywhere and people in straight jackets not talking to each other.

I guess in a way Daniel Grey is like that in the sense that a lot of the walls and floors here are a bright white. But there aren't any people in straight jackets and a lot of the people here talk to each other. Actually the patients here are friendly in most cases, save for the few that are anti-social beyond belief. And they can dress how they want,it's actually quite homey here so don't be afraid when you're dropped off for the first time.

Whether you be a normal human being who decided to work here at Daniel Grey as a therapist or security or an unstable patient you are welcome here, just remember. Lights out at 10 PM and DO NOT step out of your room past midnight.
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Post by Alexander Evans on Sun Sep 15, 2013 12:53 pm

The Lobby
Anyone is welcome to hang out in the lobby at anytime they want and just sit about and relax. At times there will be a TV playing in the lobby for patients to come and watch and we always have newspaper available for patients to read to know whats going on in the outside world. The lobby is also where visitations happen when it's time for that every Friday and Saturday.

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Post by Richard Reimer on Thu Nov 21, 2013 4:38 pm

When had he gotten here? Hopefully no one would ask such a thing, as Richie wasn't quite certain where here was. At the moment, he didn't recall the trip or being checked in to this new place. In fact, at the moment Richie didn't even remember he was in a new facility.  No, at some point he had gotten the feeling that surely there was somewhere he was supposed to be soon, and as his mind came up with what seemed to him like a very likely somewhere he was supposed to go and a purpose for him being there, he had simply started to go to this somewhere.

Eventually the goal he had imagined faded a bit from his mind, as other 'realities' came to the forefront of his thought.  His mind returned to his last 'home' and believed that this is where he currently was.  After all, he had been in the same 'home' for four years, never leaving (unless one counted in his own head, but he wasn't remembering those times right now), rarely seeing anyone other than the staff and the other long term patients.   Imagine his surprise when he discovered what must have been some new, secret hall.  Richie was quite sure he had been everywhere in his 'home' so yes, this unknown hallway must have been new and secret for him to only now discover it.  Perhaps it was fortunate that in his state of mind he merely accepted things, such as minor deviations in his sensory perceptions that made it unclear to him how he could go back the way he had come, so the fact that in his mind (for now ) there was no back, only forward and forward only seemed to be getting him more lost, was not distressing to him in and of itself.  So long as some 'reality' didn't present itself in such a way that suggested he was in danger or there was some vital matter he just could not get himself to  , he essentially was just some kid exploring an unknown, be decidedly safe place (even if the unknown place had always been a part of a known place and had somehow managed to elude him all this time. )

Eventually he found the lobby, and merely took the strange room in.  Even though he didn't remember many of the key occurrences of the day at the moment, that didn't change the fact that they had happened, and Richard's body was beginning to complain about the long day it had had.  Finding a chair that certainly looked comfortable enough, the boy settled himself upon it, squirming around a bit until he was best situated and just sat back to rest a bit.  Maybe if he stayed in one spot for awhile, Dr. Bowman would come find him and show him how to get out of this strange place and back to his room... Dr. Bowman was always very patient.  Hearing a few responses of agreement and one more argumentative 'person' causing dissidence, Richie resolved himself to missing most of the debate between the three 'people'.  Maybe just a little nap, while he waited to see if Dr. Bowman did find him, wouldn't be such a bad idea.  
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Post by Killian Lawson on Thu Nov 28, 2013 7:12 am




It was just a matter of doing his nightly 'rounds' - the sort that involved wandering around the hospital and seeing that any patients that had seen their way to wandering about were safely re-situated in their rooms. After all, it was getting close to lights out, and though the patients, Killian had been told, were more than welcome to converse with their room-mates, it was best that they found themselves in bed as no one was to be seein out and about after ten o'clock.

His meanderings had taken him past the cafeteria - an eye kept on two boys seated at one of the tables and apparently eating a late meal. He wasn't about to interrupt them while they were at it as he personally was just glad to see the particularly nervy looking Charlie eating something. It was true that Killian had no personal experience with the boy as the type of therapy he needed wasn't likely to include counselling from him, but he'd noticed him, and had noticed that he appeared to be constantly on edge. So he'd merely offered a nod to one of the workers that had seen him walk by and continued on his way.

The lobby was last on his list to check. Typically when the movies they played were shut off, people began to shuffle back to their rooms on their own. Tonight, though, was apparently different. The room itself was empty, the television dark. Only the light from one of the soothingly dim lamps placed strategically around the room was enough to show him that the room was not /entirely/ abandoned - one patient curled up on a rather cozy-looking couch, seemingly asleep.

Killian frowned, one hand placed idly on his hip as he peered down at the kid, the other hand reaching up to absently rake back through his own dark hair. Now, he knew of course that he should wake him. Wake him and then either send him on his way back to his room, or volunteer to personally escort the boy if he seemed particularly on edge. The trouble was, this place was basically a mental hospital. Yes there were people here with other problems to face, but the greater majority had mental issues and one had to be careful about how one approached a person like that. And Killian, well, he wasn't exactly privvy to /all/ the case files of the patients as he was a rehab counsellor. He dealt with those fighting against addiction, and he was quite good at it. But mental issues, well...he wasn't equipped to deal with those.

Eventually though, he just sighed and really knew that there was nothing for it. The boy couldn't stay where he was, so Killian would need to wake him up. And there wasn't much else to do but lean slightly over the back of the couch and gently touch the boy's shoulder - a thing that the rehab counsellor did with a hint of reticence as he was unsure if this was one of the exceptionally violent patients. He didn't like having to restrain people, especially not a boy who was so slim that he looked easily breakable. "Excuse me..." He said quietly, the hand he'd placed lightly on the boy's shoulder giving a little shake to help the other come to consciousness.
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Post by Richard Reimer on Thu Nov 28, 2013 11:54 pm

Sleeping in the chair had quickly become a wonderful thing, not that Richard was conscious enough to reason such things. Instead, he merely breathed in and out in the calm, just barely audible deeper breathing that came with sleep. Whatever dreams he had were likely quite entertaining, but he didn't seem to want for talking or otherwise betraying what was going on within him. His return to reality though, that was a slow thing as the gentle touch and the voice took a bit of time to break through the fog of his sleep.

Opening his eyes, he didn't yet move, just blinking up at the other man. Did he... did he know this man? Briefly his gaze shifted away from the man to his surroundings, taking them in slowly. Where was he? Brows scrunching a bit, he tried to piece this matter together. Was he hiding here? Yes, that would explain why he was in this strange place, clearly they were hiding here, but he still didn't know who this guys was.

"Did you come here to get away from the terrorists too?", he asks softly, though he didn't sound particularly fearful, more curious than anything. Perhaps he couldn't trust this man. Wasn't that how it was when civilization fell? People tried to take things from other people... but he didn't have his things here, that was because this was obviously his hideout. "Are you... new... here?"

His words had started to trail off, not because of an inability to speak, but rather, because his gaze had returned to the man, and had settled on the other's throat. The colors and what he could make of the images were fascinating, and Richie, well he didn't have the sense not to stare. So, stare he did, gaze following what of the lines that he could, until a hand slowly reached with a finger, likely having a mind to trace those images some. Fortunately, he did move slowly, and without any real force, the other would have more than enough time to prevent the touch. If the other did either move away, or took hold of his hand, he would blink some at the other, and simply not move as he waited. "... You are not Dr. Bowmen. "
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Re: The Lobby.

Post by Fenris Wolf on Sat Nov 30, 2013 1:19 am



Wolf wasn't good for much besides stirring up trouble. It was a his favorite pass time so of course when he rounded the corner to see two fellows in the lobby he couldn't resist. Wolf had no idea who the two guys where, but he didn't care, they were there and he was gonna royally fuck them up. He wasn't sure how he was going to go about this yet so he just plopped himself across from the guy who seemed slightly off his rocker (which really was no surprise in a place like this).

The slender guy wasn't sure what he was gonna do but if his careful observations were correct this guy with tattoos was a staff member. If he was right about this it would be a small shock to Wolf. Typically in todays society men and women with tattoos and piercings cant get good jobs. Wolf had found this out the hard way when he tried about everywhere to get a job. Unfortunately the only place that would hire him was a cafe. It really sucked working there and he didn't even work there for more than 3 weeks before he was fired for having a bad attitude. He ended up living with his parents for a bit, well actually a while. His parents got tired of the smell of smoke and alcohol and his terrible attitude. He was a lost cause and they decided to save up until they could afford to send him to Daniel Grey. And thats the reason he was dropped off here yesterday.

"This sucks" he moaned mostly to himself but also aiming to get the people to pay attention to him. Being recently torn away from his precious drugs and alcohol and forced to withdraw he was extremely pissy lately. Usually he just had anti-social behavior, the usual oblivious actions towards other people, subconsciously upsetting them or being a douchebag but now he was out to make everyone as pissed off and miserable as he is right now.

He gave a small smirk, his bright eyes accessorized with dark tired bags narrowing slightly. "Either of you two lovely gentle man happen to have a cancer stick on them?" Cancer stick was of course referring to a cigaret. Really he knew damn well the chances of them having one or actually giving him one was slim but if this guy was a staff member then maybe Wolf could give him a hard time.  

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Post by Killian Lawson on Sun Dec 08, 2013 6:00 am




The smile on his lips was subtle, but it was there - and it was clearly directed entirely at the admittedly out of it patient rather than the one that smirking at him from his chair. He recognized Fenris Wolf's face...and actually managed to remember his name only because it was so darned unusual, but other than the quick glance it had taken to recognize the taller male, little other attention was paid. No, Killian's focus remained, for the time being, on the boy that had been sleeping only moments ago.

"Nope, not Dr. Bowman. Just a counsellor." He said cheerily enough, a brow raising subtly at Richard's talk of terrorists and hiding. "A counsellor that needs to help make certain all patients are accounted for at Daniel Grey..." And was his use of the name of the facility purposefully done? Yes, it certainly was. After all, Killian might not know a whole lot about dealing with the mentally ill, but he knew that even a supposedly 'sane' junkie could forget where they were. "You can call me Killian. " Another grin curved his lips before the other boy spoke up, and while what the other had to say didn't exactly bother Killian, it was enough to put a bit of firmness into his voice as he addressed him.

"I got a cigarette.", Killian admitted easily, a brow arching upward subtly as the counsellor shifted his attention back to the other boy. " But you ain't smoking in here, and I'm not about to take you outside this late at night. Try again tomorrow morning." And then suddenly he frowned, lashes lowering a bit as he considered something for a moment. " We'll have to see if your family left cigarettes for you. If not, you can have one of mine." Killian flashed another smile, and then straightened. "For now though, /both/ of you guys need to get back to your rooms. It's almost lights out time." And with this, a pointed glance was given in the direction of Fenris - a single brow arched upwards. He fully expected the taller guy to give him some trouble, and though he was prepared for it, he honestly wouldn't mind being surprised either. After all, he was just doing his job, and didn't feel like having to write out a report documenting any misbehavior already.
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Post by Richard Reimer on Mon Dec 09, 2013 12:47 am

His reaching stopped as Richard was distracted by yet another person coming in to the lobby. As his gaze followed the new boy, his hand merely remained raised, hovering where it has paused. Could there really be another person here that he didn't know? Shouldn't he know everyone that was here? Lowering his hand Richie repositioned himself so he was sitting more properly. He wasn't sure what to say, though he did wonder what the other boy was referring to. He rather liked this place, except maybe that he was not really entirely sure where he was. His earlier thoughts on the matter forgotten.

Likely he didn't always switch 'realities' so often, but even if he didn't really understand what all was going on, that didn't change the fact that Richie was actually in a very new place. His old home had started to have a certain feel to it; even when he was completely disconnected from reality, he felt like he was where he was supposed to be. Of course he didn't realize this, and likely the time would come where he felt the same way about Daniel Grey, but right now, he just didn't know what to make of anything.

"... Is that where we are?", he asks softly, as the man with the pretty tattoos brought up this 'Daniel Grey' place. As things progressed though, Richie found himself merely listening, watching these strange men. Apparently the new person wanted a cigarette. That was a desire he didn't get, those things were disgusting. Didn't someone smoke them? He could remember that he could taste them on the air... but who?

Slipping into thoughts of who might be the person, a possible scenario evolving in his mind as he zoned out. Well, he was mostly zoned out, at the moment he was still somewhat aware of his surroundings. There was a good chance that he might clue back in if something happened to catch his attention, but with the somewhat blank, but not unintelligent look that was leveled at some distant point; it wouldn't seem entirely likely.
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Post by Fenris Wolf on Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:25 pm



"You can call me Killian," the other guy with tattoos had said. Wolf made sure to take note of this, it was nice to know people's names. As Killian addressed Wolf, he raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile. Maybe Killian wasn't to bad.. it would have of course made Wolf more happy if he was given a cigarette right then but he assumed its better late than never. However, this did not mean that Wolf wouldn't stop being a shit, he was bored so why not carry on.

"But you ain't smoking in here, and I'm not about to take you outside this late at night. Try again tomorrow morning." He just groaned and twisted around awkwardly in the chair. "Last I checked I am fully functional so I think I would be perfectly fine taking myself outside to smoke." He smiled slightly and shifted again so he was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "If I ask nicely will you give me one right this second? It's not like I'm pyromaniac, just a semi-innocent junkie so you wont have to worry about me setting fire to anything but a cigarette." Wolf figured this wasn't gonna get him anywhere so he sort of just let it be for now, the guy was more on his good side than his bad side right now, though if he was a Councillor at this place there was no way it would stay this way. When his parents dropped him off here yesterday he was quite pissed to find out he had to go to group therapy and rehabilitation shit when needed, it was kinda all stupid.

"By the way I think it would be helpful for me to tell you right now my parents probably didn't give me anything. They kicked me out of their house and put me in a nut house, like they would ever even think to give me cigarettes." He sighed and stretched, standing up and brushing off his jeans. "The bedtime for this place is to fucking early." He glanced around until he found a clock, then scowled. "Besides, it only JUST turned 9. Last I checked lights out is at 10." He smirked and held his hand out, "which would actually give you plenty of time to take me outside for a smoke if you actually think I need supervision." His eyes slid over to rest on the crazy guy with the distant look on his face. He felt quite tempted to do something to try and scare him but then just quickly snapped his gaze back to Killian. He wasn't in the mood to scare some poor nut job, to busy trying to get a cigarette.

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Post by Killian Lawson on Mon Dec 30, 2013 3:34 pm




The left corner of his mouth quirked upwards in a bit of a smile, Fenris's snarky attitude amusing perhaps despite himself. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with - the concept of a person being grouchy simply because they were purposely kept away from the very thing that typically made it so that person could get out of bed in the morning, nevermind actually waste the energy on a smile. In fact, it wasn't all that long ago that he was going through the same thing himself, so really when he claimed to 'understand', he really did understand.

"Tell ya what, you quit giving me shit and after I assist our friend here back to his room, I'll take you outside for a cigarette so you can at least get a quick nicotine fix before lights out. Sound like a plan?" Killian asked mildly, his gaze focused on the lanky young man as he waited for some sign that of acknowledgement, and if it was one he found acceptable - he'd nod and then turn his focus back to Richard.

" Yep, it sure is where we are." He said, offering the seemingly zoned-out patient an easy grin, even as he reached up to gently place the hand that had been moving to either touch or point at one of his many tattoos down by the boy's side. "If you'd like to be specific, you're actually in the Daniel Grey Lobby. The movie has been done playing for probably about twenty minutes by now too and you look kind of tired." A hand was held out in silent invitation for the other to take so he could assist him with standing up, if that hand was taken of course. "If it's all right with you, me and my friend here would like to help you find your room. That way you can take a nap comfortably, okay?"

And at that point, he did dare to glance up at Fenris and wink - perhaps a bit conspiratorially. The matter of cigarettes, well that was something that could be dealt with easily enough. Tonight, he'd give the guy one of his own, and then tomorrow morning he'd have a conversation with Doctor Evans to see what the policy was for staff purchasing such things as cigarettes for patients that could smoke and that could smoke safely. He didn't mind buying a carton or two and splitting them down the middle with Fenris. Certainly he had the right to smoke - at least, he did in his own opinion. No one had ever made him quit smoking when he was in rehab, so he didn't see why that would change here. Still, cigarettes were something that would have to wait as clearly getting the patient back to his room was something that needed to be done first. And it would be easier to accomplish if Fenris made it seem like he was going along with it as well. Of course, if he didn't, then Killian would make do with what he had - and unfortunately have to turn into a bit of a hardass when it came to the troublesome Mr. Wolf - but he really hoped it didn't have to come to that.

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Post by Richard Reimer on Mon Dec 30, 2013 6:12 pm

Daniel Grey, it was a strange sounding place, supposed Richie.  It sounded more like a person... maybe there had been a Daniel Grey.  What if it was called Daniel Grey, because of a man who had died horribly, and was no buried in the walls? Absently, his gaze shifted to said walls, as he considered the likelihood that Daniel Grey hunted this strange place.  Indeed, that seemed quite likely.   Some ghosts did horrible things. Perhaps he shouldn't like to be here another minute.  Then his eyes moved down along a path, and indeed, Richie was quite certain he saw what could only be Daniel Grey.  It was a dark, shadowy sort of thing that slipped along the dimly light walls, back down the way he had come.  Was that why he couldn't go back that way?  Clearly it was the ghost who wouldn't let him.

   Then there was a hand, and Richie's attention was captured a bit more successfully, as he looked to it.  It took a moment for him to connect what the man wanted, but he did take that hand after that pause, and allowed himself to be helped back up from his seat. The words Killian reached him, mostly, and Richie did find that he was tired; odd, he didn't remember actually doing anything that he should be tried.

  "He won't come and haunt my room will he?", asked Richi, seemingly randomly.  Of course, he was referring to Daniel Grey, and it hardly occurred to him that this question might not be understood by the man with the pretty tattoos. Obviously it would make complete sense to the man, after all, wasn't it he that had told Richie about the ghost in the first place?

    Still, even if he had asked, Richie didn't seem unwilling to go as the directed him too.  Though, it might have seemed a bit odd to Killian that Richie hadn't let go of his hand. Indeed, if the other reclaimed his hand, he wouldn't resist that, nor would he be upset. At the same time though, he didn't seem to grasp on his own that Killian likely assumed, and intended that he should release that hand the moment he was helped up.
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Post by Fenris Wolf on Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:51 am



So give me all you’ve got
I can take it



"Tell ya what, you quit giving me shit and after I assist our friend here back to his room, I'll take you outside for a cigarette so you can at least get a quick nicotine fix before lights out. Sound like a plan?" Killian had said, which made Fenris' mood improve quite a bit. "Great!" He exclaimed, leaning forward and slapping his hands together, "so the sooner we get the lunatic to his room the better." Fenny wasn't even trying to be rude and bothersome anymore. In his mind the comment was harmless and tottally not rude in anyway, just a light hearted joke considering basically anyone in here is a lunatic one way or another.

As the Kilian talked to the other patient Fenris sat idly with his hands still closed around each other. He hadn't planned on getting involved until Killian litterally brought him into it. "If it's all right with you, me and my friend here would like to help you find your room. That way you can take a nap comfortably, okay?" The tattooed man had said with a wink directed to Fenny. He never said he was willing to help the guy to his room, shouldn't he be able to at least do that by himself? Fenris had just simply stated he wanted the guy back in his room and quickly so that he could have a smoke already.

"Hey, I never said I would like to help him. Don't put words in my mouth." Despite his dialogue that would hint he was going to refuse to escort the man with Killian he stood up. "But... I don't have anything better to do so why not." He stretched a little before arriving at Killian's side. "Shouldn't you be able to find your room on your own? I mean it can't be that hard can it? Are you suffering from amnesia or something?" Just to get his point across Fenris knocked the tips of his knuckles against the guy's head, making a "click" noise with his tongue.

"But hey," he shrugged his shoulders. "Considering you're here at Daniel Grey I wouldn't be surprised if a few screws have fallen out along the way." Fenris continued, talking before thinking had become a nasty habit of his.

"He won't come and haunt my room will he?" The other patient asked and Fenris raised an eyebrow and let his mouth curl into an amused smile. "I can't make any promises" he said, keeping his features serious and trying not to show any signs that he's basically acting. "I've heard some pretty nasty tales of ghost attacks right here in Daniel Grey. There are plenty of rumors and legends about the ghost of Daniel Grey psychiatric hospital but no one can be sure which one is actually the truth." He bit his upper lip to avoid smiling and glanced over at Killian, then back to the patient.
Not ashamed of what I am
I took the pills for these empty nights
‘cause it makes me who I am.

THEY ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT "YOU'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN WITH A LIFE LIKE YOURS. WELL, IF YOU'RE LOST LITTLE BOY THE CAMERAS PULL YOU RIGHT BACK DOWN. IT'S LIKE A CHEMICAL BURN, PEELING OFF YOUR SKIN. AND WHEN YOU SEE YOUR FACE YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.”

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Post by Killian Lawson on Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:28 am




Inwardly, Killian just sighed - rolling his eyes up to the ceiling and giving his head a faint shake. It wasn't Richard's words that annoyed him either. After all, the kid was a patient, and likely was here because of something going on his brain that made the world an unsafe place for him to just wander around in. But Fenris...jesus, what on earth could possibly excuse the other's seemingly malicious enjoyment in making Richard uncomfortable. The look he finally levelled on the junkie was distinctly cool, despite the faint smile on his lips. " Let's spare the ghost stories for now, hmm? Unless you'd like it to take twice as long to get our friend here in his room...." Killian's tones were wry, but firm - and though it might have sounded more like his words were a request, they were really more of an order. And a rather direct one at that.

Once that matter was dealt with, or at least in so far as Killian felt, he made sure that Richard was steady on his feet...and though it might have seemed like the obvious choice to make a point to remove his hand from the patient's, Killian really felt no need. Clearly Richard was the sort to find comfort in contact, and since it was likely that the youngest of them would need that comfort given Fenris's words, he decided that he didn't mind so much if Richard needed his hand to hold.

"No one's going to haunt you...and besides, there's nothing here to haunt anyway.", he says in calm, reassuring tones and even gave their still-joined hands a little swing as he lead them both down the hall towards the patient rooms. "Fenris...that's his name by the way, well, he just likes to tell stories and he doesn't always realize just how scary they might be." And at this, he did shoot the taller boy a bit of a warning look - the expression on his face plainly asking the other not to argue this further, at least not at this moment. " Killian smiled then, pausing to give Richard another reassuring look and a light pat to the hand that he still held. "Now, on our way to your room, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself, hmm? Your name for instance. " And if Fenris didn't have anything else to offer, then he'd keep the conversation going in that inane fashion all the way to the dormitories, trying to purposely keep Richard's mind off of things that might prove frightening and trying to keep Fenris's chances of continuing to needle the poor, obviously lost boy, down to a minimal.

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Post by Richard Reimer on Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:36 pm

Fenris lack of desire to assist him hardly registered with Richie. He heard the other speaking, but his attention was flighty at best. Vaguely he was aware that the other was speaking, that it pertained to him, and yes he did understand the words, they simply weren't registering. At least, they weren't registering at first. As Fenris drew closer to Killian, the words he offered cut through the noise bouncing around in his head. With a more focused gaze, he briefly settled that gaze on the other patient.

The other's words, in regards to his ability to find his own way, quickly had his gaze slipping down to the floor. Richard shied away from those words, and nearly flinched at the touch. 'Shouldn't you be able to find your room on your own?', indeed he had a room. Of course he should be able to find it. '... it can't be that hard can it?', came the follow up, and similarly it stuck rather pointedly in his mind.

"I... can find my room on my own", he offers very softly, though there was a slight lift in his tone near the end, perhaps suggesting that he wasn't so sure about the statement. In truth, Richie was, in that moment, certain that he could do such a thing, but he wasn't as sure that his answer would be sufficient to please the one asking. He might have fidgeted, if one of his hands wasn't still keeping its hold on Killian's. It actually was for the best that Fenris had continued talking, though most might not have guessed it was so. The shift in topic from him slowly brought Richie out of, what had been, an increasingly distressing emotional state. Then as the other patient actually answered his question of ghost, he looked up again.

Oh and how he was believing the other's words completely. Eyes widening, Richie was just about to 'suggest' a course of action. After all, clearly there was something they had to do to get out of this strange haunted place, or there had to be some way that they could defend themselves from the ghosts. Then Killian interjected, and Richie wasn't quite sure what to think. There couldn't be ghosts and not be ghosts at the same time. It was likely a bit of a stroke of luck, that, despite the fact that the day had run its length since the last time he'd taken his meds, his mind didn't decide to offer its own opinion as a hallucination or the voices.

Another matter quickly had him distracted, and the matter of ghosts was allowed to slip away, at least it was for now. In honesty, asking him about himself wasn't likely to get Killian anywhere. He would likely get a mix of accurate and inaccurate answer, a fair number of which would come after a pause, as Richie tried to piece things together. So long as nothing happened to cause a ruckus, Richie would continue along to the dormitories, occasionally trying to pull away and go the wrong way, but fortunately being encouraged back to rights by the hand that captured his own.




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Post by Fenris Wolf on Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:51 am





"I... can find my room on my own" the strange guy said and Fenris smirked in return. "You don't sound very sure of yourself," he remarked. "But like I said, you're in a mental institution so I'm not that shocked at your lack of memory."

Fenris met Killian's gaze as the guy fixed him in a seemingly calm face, which made Fenris even more upset. For some reason, it always got under his skin when he'd done something wrong and the authority in the situation didn't get angry with him, he liked seeing people's reactions and a calm reaction was not a very fun outcome. But still, Fenris listened to him despite his unhappy snort and defiant glare at the councilor. The way Killian spoke was more of a demand, and maybe if Fenris wasn't actually getting tired he would be up to being disobedient and prodding forward if it weren't so much work. He had a long day though, he was just ready for a smoke and then a nice long rest.

As the trio made their way down the hall, Fenris just listened as Killian tried to make up for the stubborn patient's lies. He stayed quiet up until Killian actually told this nut job his name. It always made Fenris uncomfortable when people knew his name, which is why he went by Wolf and led people to believe that was actually his name. Stupid files and shit ruin everything though. "Hey!" he snapped glaring at Killian. "Don't call me that. My names Wolf." It wasn't a complete lie saying his name was wolf, Fenris after all meant something like great wolf.

He raised an eyebrow at the bit about how he makes up stories a lot and doesn't realize how scary they are. In Fenris' mind, Killian was implying that he was here for any other reason other than the drug rehabilitation crap and the fact he parents had enough money to pay for it. He thought about saying something like "I'm not crazy" but decided not to. From all the movies with crazy people in it he knew most of them denied it and he didn't wanna give people any reason to actually think he's out of his mind. He's already in a mental hospital for Pete's sake.

After they got to the boy's room, Fenris finally got to smoke. It was a good way to end the day and when he got back to his room he basically went strait to sleep.

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Post by Vekpo on Wed Jan 22, 2014 11:19 pm


Vekpo strode up the steps of Daniel Grey, her black backpack strung on her shoulders. She examined the building as she made her way up to the front door. Her bright red hair was different than her normal, old haircut which fell around her shoulders. It was cut short, almost shaved on the sides. At the top was quite long with layering, which was a part of her bangs. Her haircut was parted to the side, and sort of flipped outwards. She wore all black: black jeans, black boots, a black tank top and a black vest. She was feeling pretty confident and excited for her first day as a intern at Daniel Grey. Vekpo hoped that she would learn many things during her time there.

The woman took a moment to examine the outside of the large institution. It was quite large, large enough to be a hotel, but not nearly as tall as one. It had many windows and wings visible from the outside. She guessed the yard would be on the other side. It’s nicer than the one I went to, she thougt to herself, and she continued to the door. Upon reaching it, she paused to open the door and stepped inside.
It was quite a small room. There were a few chairs and a receptionist positioned in a corner. On the opposite wall was a thick, secure looking door. Vekpo began to make her way to the receptionist.

“Hello, may I help you?” the receptionist asked. She seemed to give Vekpo an odd sort of expression.

“Hello, my name’s Julia, Julia Robinson,” Vekpo spoke, “I’m here for my first day.”

The receptionist smiled, “Oh, okay. Do you have your card?” At the mention of the thing, Vekpo pulled out the card that listed her name and information and handed it to the receptionist. The woman examined the card, then handed it back to Vekpo. Vekpo flashed the receptionist a smile. The receptionist handed the card back to Vekpo.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Julia. I’ll go ahead and buzz you in.” The receptionist said, shuffling through some things on her desk before pressing a button on her desk, “Just push the door open when you hear the sound.”

Vekpo walked over to the door and stood, waiting for the sound. A sharp buzzing sound reached Vekpo’s ears and she pushed the door open and entered the Lobby.

“It was nice meeting you, too” Vekpo said to the receptionist before walking into the Lobby.
It was a nice lobby, chairs and couches distributed throughout the room. A television sat in one corner. A few patients were gathered around it, watching a show. One of them looked over at Vekpo as she entered, then turned his attention back on the television.

Not to sure what to do, Vekpo strode over to a chair and took a seat.


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Post by Charlie on Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:30 pm



Charlie woke up with a loud crash to the floor. Going to sleep was hard here, and waking up was worse. He almost always woke up from bad dreams, falling out of his bed and waking up in a sweat. Of course it is typical for Charlie to have bad dreams, but in an unfamiliar room they were just worst, but on the bright side he hasn't peed his pants.. yet.

He let out a soft groan and stood up slowly, rubbing the back of his head where it hit the hardest against the floor. On the bright side, something happened to Ben. He's asked plenty of staff what happened to him but no one gave him a straight answer. He assumed if Ben were to have been taken to a different institute he would have been told he doesn't have a room mate before, but he's gotten no news so far. His only guess is that he's been REALLY bad and has to spend a while in solitary confinement.. but if he's not back soon Charlie would just assume the guys gone for good.

After Charlie got dressed in a greenish brown colored short sleeved shirt with "I am a monster written all over it in faded sharpee and then "hate me. Destroy me." at the very bottom and regular ripped light grey jeans he looked for his gloves. Sure he was taking the risk of not covering his stupid ugly arms but he would at least feel a little better with the scars on his hands covered.

It was 8:40 right now, meaning he had missed breakfast. Charlie doesn't eat much anyways, so he was fine with that. He didn't purposely starve himself or anything, he wasn't anorexic but he did try to stay away from large amounts of food due to when he was younger he was teased for how tiny he was, so he ate a lot and one fateful afternoon he threw it all up and tried not to eat very much since then.

It was free time though, or shower time but Charlie was still afraid to take showers. He was currently pretty filthy, not wanting to shower he's only had two showers in the 7 days he's been here. One shower being the third day he was here and the other shower being on the 21st, that means he is currently 2 days short of a shower, which wasn't that bad. It's difficult for him to shower, he always has to either ask one of the male staff members to use their bathrooms (which he is way to shy and embarrassed to do that) or try and find a moment when the boys restroom is empty and then he has to take a really quick shower before someone walks in on him. It's really quite stressful matter no matter what way he goes about trying to shower, so its easier to only shower when absolutely necessary.

Since it was obvious taking a shower was out of the question Charlie decided to lurk in the lobby. Usually theres a lot of people in the lobby in free time, gathered around the TV to watch the movie they're playing which was usually some kid movie, most likely Disney. Which it just so happens Charlie is a huge kid inside, and loves Disney.

He remembers as a kid his mom wouldn't let him watch much TV. They had only two TVs in their home, one in his parents room and one in their living room. Both were usually occupied by his older brothers and he would never dare try and watch TV in his moms room, so he either didn't want TV or watched the boring shit he brothers watched, which in the young Charlie's mind everything was boring if it wasn't a cartoon. Hell, even now Charlie would rather watch a Cartoon than a live action movie. Cartoons are always more light hearted and happy, except The Hunchback of Notre Dame, that movie was tragic.

Anyways, Charlie would every now and then when he was especially upset to watch one of the two Disney movies they owned, The Fox And The Hound or Treasure Planet. Those few hours around 12 AM were some of his best child hood memories, so he treasured them. The only problem with the lobby being crowded at this time is there's so many people and so few couches and chairs. There are even people sitting on the floor sometimes and that just makes Charlie uncomfortable, if he's on the floor if someone tried to attack him it might be more difficult for him to get up quickly and run away.

If he was lucky, the lobby would be a little less crowded given the time so he took his chances and went on to the lobby, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. It was hard to ignore the fact that everyone could see his scarred arms, but he would get over it. Theres people with missing limbs and no one judges them or anything so Charlie shouldn't be that different.

--Short Time Skip like 3 mins--

By the time Charlie got to the lobby, there were only at most 4 people lingering around. Charlie figured they were mostly patients, a girl with bright blonde hair, a boy with a nervous twitch and uneasy way he looked around the room rather than focusing on the movie, another girl with black hair, she seemed cool and laid back but Charlie knew he couldn't trust her. They all look nice but he bet half the people in the world would hurt him if given the chance. He was small and fragile, easy to hurt and he doesn't exactly put up much of a fight. In highschool he noticed a lot of kids picking on him and beating him up just to either feel better about themselves or to gain some sick reputation.

The last person he saw in the room seemed normal, but she had an excited feel to her. It was a welcoming feeling whatever it was, she just seemed nice and Charlie wanted to approach her, but of course she might not like him. She might just scowl and turn away from him. In 5th grade he tried to ask a girl to the school dance but she did that horrible face as he approached her so he gave up. He wasn't lonely at the dance though, he went with one of his guy friends and met up with a few of his other friends at the dance. They had a grand 'ol time and Charlie wasn't that beat up over the rejection.

He didn't have to head on face his fears though. He could just sit by her, maybe she would talk to him. He was rather awkward about doing it, but slowly he plopped himself down in the chair next to her, fidgeting awkwardly before crossing his legs and stuffing his hands back in his pocket so he would stop moving like a nervous dork.

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Re: The Lobby.

Post by Spencer on Wed Jan 29, 2014 12:28 am




Spencer strolled cautiously into the Lobby. It reminded him of his first visit to the place on his first day. The chairs still stood where they were when he had first witnessed the room. A few patients were gathered around the television and seemed generally entertained by it. Another woman and a man sat in two chairs somewhat far from the television. The man seemed generally shy, and the woman had bright red hair like Adrian’s.

Adrian. Spencer’s heart sped up nervously. What were they going to do to his friend? He was probably scared out of his wits right now, alone in a room. Spencer bit his lip anxiously. He’d never been in solitary confinement, and wondered what it’d be like in a plain room with nothing left to do but think and hope that’d you’d be out soon. Spencer couldn’t help but shiver. He hoped Adrian would be out soon. Man, he missed him already.

But the good thing was that there were other people in the Lobby, which meant Victor was less likely to strike. It made Spencer a little more calm knowing there were others there to witness anything. It was better with many sets of eyes rather than one.

Spencer walked over to where the others were seated by the television, They were watching some sort of movie Spencer was unfamiliar with. He wasn’t particularly interested with the movie, just happy to be in the company of others. His stomach growled. He hadn’t finished his breakfast, but he wasn’t particularly concerned with missing breakfast a few moments ago. But jeez did he regret it now. Spencer continued to look around the room and examine the other patients in the room, on occasions, he looked at the movie.

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Post by Fenris Wolf on Thu Jan 30, 2014 5:26 pm




Fenris could have bothered to eat breakfast but he didn't want to. it was already 9:00 AM and thats was far to early for Fen, he's the kinda guy to stay up all night and sleep all day. Its just how he rolls, so he was not very happy for his alarm to go off, waking him up. Letting out a groan of frustration he rolled out of bed and stumbled to his wardrobe. Not exactly being a pajama man he was just in his boxers so he could easily just slip on a t-shirt and some pants, throwing a jacket on top. It was different from his usual attire but he couldn't care enough to dress in his typically ripped clothes or sleeveless shirts.

He hated it here, there was nothing to do and no one to talk to besides the staff, they seemed to be the only ones who could hold a decent conversation. Sure Fenris hadn't TRIED to talk to any of the other patients yet, but he just figured they would be mindless shells, like in all the movies and tv shows he's seen with mental institutions so didn't see the point. All he had done the entire time he was here was roam around, get forced to go to scheduled Therapy and rehabilitation counseling, eat, and then sleep and start over the next day. He thought it was time to maybe stir up some trouble, or try to talk to someone. He had to admit, even though they were all crazy there were some pretty attractive people.

Fenris looked at the schedule he had pinned to his wall the first night he was here. 8:00 AM-9:00 AM Showers/free time (movies will be playing at this time). Seeing as Fenris had just showered yesterday, he didn't see the need in showering again so he figured he would go to the lobby. Maybe they might be playing something good this time, plus if he wanted to interact with people he might as well go to one of the most popular spots in the institute.

It actually doesn't take Fenris that long to get to the lobby from his room. After he left it only took a few minuets before the hall dumped out into the wide room, already occupied by quite a few people. After letting his eyes scan the room for a moment, he decided to try and talk to a brown haired guy who looked like he might be as tall as Fenris. "Hey" he said as he plopped himself down into the couch rather close to the guy but not uncomfortably close, just close enough so their elbows were barely touching. He looked at the TV for a while before he sighed and started talking again but keeping his eyes on the tv. "The movies they play are always shitty, I'm sure you could agree with me. We could probably find something more interesting to do in this hell hole." He turned to face the guy finally as he spoke, "I'm Wolf by the way."  


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Post by Spencer on Sun Feb 09, 2014 2:59 pm




"Hey," an unfamiliar voice spoke from Spencer's right. The man looked where it's origins were and saw a tall man with long black hair. He had quite an intimidating look to him, not to mention he was tall, maybe as tall as Spencer himself. But he didn't have a look to him that made Spencer think he was going to hurt him. He looked...  kind of friendly. His tone was casual as he spoke, which hinted at the man's intentions. Maybe he wasn't speaking to Spencer. Was someone behind him that he was talking to. Spencer turned around to see if the man was indeed talking to someone else. To his surprise, there was no one there.

"Um... Hello," Spencer said somewhat uncomfortably. He watched the man plop on to the couch, sitting kind of close to Spencer. He shifted in his seat, why was this man talking to him? Spencer wasn't used to strangers striking a conversation with him. Spencer kept his eyes on the man as he watched the television, looking somewhat bored as the man did so.

Maybe Spencer was wrong, and this guy was just being friendly. Spencer wasn't used to friendly people. He couldn't tell if this man was faking it or if he was just trying to hold a conversation or something.

"The movies they play are always shitty, I'm sure you could agree with me. We could probably find something more interesting to do in this hell hole." The man said, still watching the television. Spencer shrugged, he hadn't really been in the Lobby in his time here. He usually just hung out with Adrian and went outside or something. Adrian. His stomach flipped with anxiety. He really hoped Adrian was okay. He hoped his friend would get out of solitary confinement soon.  

The man turned to face Spencer as he spoke,  "I'm Wolf by the way." Wolf, that was an odd name. Spencer had never met anyone named Wolf before.

"I'm Spencer," he spoke, shifting in his seat once more. He couldn't help thinking that this man was just messing with him. Spencer looked back at the television. He wasn't quite sure what was on. All he knew was that he'd never seen the movie before. People were just talking on the screen at the moment.

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Post by Vekpo on Tue Feb 11, 2014 12:41 am





Vekpo waited in the Lobby for a little amount of time before people entered. The first to enter was a tall fellow with longer brown hair and a multitude of tattoos. He seemed tense and nervous, which added to the inclination Vekpo had that he was a patient. She had the urge to talk to him, but she wasn't quite sure what to do. She decided to speak to someone if they approached her. She wondered if she should find another doctor or part of the staff to say she was here.

Another man entered the room. He looked quite mean and intimidating. He also flocked to the television Vekpo could hear around the corner, and she assumed he was another patient. She guessed the patients here liked the television. The mental institution Vekpo had gone to didn't have a television. They just played card games and talked to each other, or went to physical therapy or went swimming. It probably would've been nicer with a television there.

Yet another man came into the Lobby. He had an innocent, sort of scared look to him, almost pitiful. Vekpo found him the most interesting of the three that entered.

Vekpo was somewhat surprised when he entered the room and made his way to the open seat next to her. She gave him a smile as he approached and sat in the comfortable looking chair. He fiddled around nervously, which Vekpo noticed. Vekpo smiled once more.

"Hi," Vekpo spoke in a friendly tone. She sat for a moment, thinking of what to say next. She didn't want to seem overly friendly or anything, but she did want to talk to the man.

"How are you?" she said, looking at the fellow somewhat expectantly.


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Post by Fenris Wolf on Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:36 pm




"Um... Hello," the guy said uncomfortably and shifted over in attempt to get away from Fenris. It was a foolish move in fact, but the poor guy would learn in time how to deal with Fenris. Naturally as Spencer shifted away Fenris moved closer so now he was almost in the guy's lap, lifting at eyebrow at him with a small half smile. The guy hadn't seemed interested in Fenris' comment about shitty movies, or much else for that matter so Fenris guessed he didn't like talking much.

"I'm Spencer," the guy said at last and Fenris nodded his head. "Nice to meet you Spencer." The tall, black haired man had seen Spencer around before but something was different. Usually when Fenris saw Spencer around the institute, he was with another guy. This guy was shorter and stumpier with bright red hair and had the whole gothic look going on and Fenris felt rivaled by the guys black on black clothing and sloppy eyeliner. "Hey" he said looking aroudn the room curiously for the guy he typically saw with Spencer, either linking hands or in general being to close for comfort (not that Fenris could be talking). "Wheres your butt buddy?" he laughed a bit but was still curious where the guy was at.

If the two were in a relationship and little red was currently gone somewhere it wouldn't be terrible, it would just make it easier for Fenris to get somewhere with Spencer. If it came to it and little red was angry Fenris was convinced he could take the smaller guy in a fight, but if he did get into a fight he probably wouldn't mess with Spencer all that much afterwards. Fenris wasn't a complete idiot of course, he just saw he might actually have a chance with Spencer.


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Post by Charlie on Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:56 pm




Charlie sat and fiddled nervously with the hem of one of his sleeves, still regretting dearly that he hadn't covered up his scars more. "Hi," the girl next to him said and he stiffened. His shoulders hunched and he tried to slide down into his chair and maybe out of existence. Sure Charlie had WANTED to talk to her but he was afraid he would seem to awkward or weird... or she could hurt him. She could see his harms and all his ugly cut and burn scars and see he'd been hurt before, it would be easier knowing that he hadn't been able to defend himself before so he probably wont be again.

He snapped out of it and smiled softly though he was still slouched down low trying to get small enough to disappear. He stayed silent though and only lifted one hand, waving it slightly before lowering it again and wrapping his arms protectively around himself. "How are you?" he stayed silent for a moment longer, keeping his green eyes focused on his feet as he shrugged. He cleared his throat slower and opened his mouth, simply saying "um." He peeked up at her from under his bangs and smiled sort of apologetically, feeling bad he couldn't be more interesting.

"I'm... okay. I guess." He said softly with a sigh. "Sort of... sort of happy, in a way." In a sick, twisted way. He was happy that his randomly disappeared. To Charlie it was great that he got his room to himself. No dressed in front of strangers, no worrying about having to go to sleep with a random potentially dangerous man in his room. It was great, despite the fact Ben actually seemed pretty cool. "A bit... filthy I guess." Charlie hadn't had a shower in days and he was sure his greasy black hair showed that but he simply would not take a shower until absolutely necessary. "Um.. what about you? I-I mean.. how are you?" He offered her another toothless smile.

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Post by Spencer on Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:51 am






Spencer watched in confusion and slight anxiety as the man who had made himself known as 'Wolf' scooted closer to him on the couch. Spencer looked over at him, swallowing nervously, and saw his expression was somewhat playful. What was this even? Strangers never acted like this around him. What was going on? Spencer doubted this would be consider just being nice or friendly. This was just borderline creepy.

"Nice to meet you Spencer." The man said. Spencer looked back at the television and shifted once more in his seat. Was this guy just trying to trick him or something? Who put him up to this? Spencer looked once more nervously at the man, then looked back at the television periodically. Spencer wished with all his might he would disappear. This whole situation was making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Hey" the man spoke abruptly, causing him to jump. Spencer looked back over at the man, who stayed silent for a moment, then talked once more.

"Wheres your butt buddy?" The man asked. Spencer stared at him blankly. Butt buddy? Was that some sort of slang for something? Spencer couldn't recall ever hearing someone say that.

Spencer blinked, "My what?" It hit Spencer that he was perhaps talking about Adrian.

"Wait... you mean Adrian?" Spencer asked, looking somewhat embarrassed at him. His expression changed to one of embarrassment to an uncomfortable one once more, "He, uh.. went to solitary confinement for a day."

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Post by Fenris Wolf on Sun Mar 09, 2014 2:02 am




Fenris was greatly amused by Spencer's obvious uncomfortable demeanor. The guy wasn't even hiding how uncomfortable Fenris was making him. He was fidgety and not even looking at Fenris a lot of the time, glancing between the tall man and the tv. "My what?" Spencer asked, kinda flustered after he noticed Fenris was talking about the guy he was always with. "Wait... you mean Adrian?" Fenris just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess. So thats his name?" He placed the name to the face and decided at last that it fit. "He, uh.. went to solitary confinement for a day." A smile crept onto Fenris' face, how unfortunate. At least it was unfortunate for Adrian... not so much for Fenris.

He let out a soft chuckle. "What'd he get himself into?" He'd asked the question but obviously didn't care if Spencer didn't reply. "Come on" he said standing up, getting off of Spencer and grabbing the man's hand to pull him up with him. "Lets go somewhere," he began walking, holding Spencer's arm firmly with one hand and playing with his lip ring with the other. "I can think of 99 things we can do and sitting watching a boring program is not one of them."

In reality, Fenris had no idea where he was leading Spencer. Most likely, to do something stupid. The thrill of doing dangerous things is what Fenris lived for, so he would find something idiotically dangerous to do. He'd obviously convince Spencer to do with him and god dammit Spencer had better at least pretend to have fun while doing it. "Maybe we can go outside for some fresh air" he said smoothly, not giving any hints at what his true motive would be. He was already planning out his master plan to cause total chaos in the mental institution, and if someone had to take the blame he would see if he could pin it on Spencer. It wasn't that he didn't like Spencer in particularly, he actually seemed like a nice guy, but if it came down to it he'd blame Spencer and run. Hopefully he wouldn't have to do that though.  

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Post by Naomi Lee on Sun Mar 23, 2014 2:21 pm



Naomi sighed as she walked into the lobby, one of the nurses had just recently forced her to leave her room. As soon as she got here and picked her room she hid in there. She couldn't believe her parents, how could they just drop her off here? 'Oh honey guess where we're going today? Oh we're dropping you off at a mental hospital and then we are going on vacation.' Needless to say she smacked her mother across the face and made sure to claw her face at the same time. Once she was dropped off the nurses tried to be nice to her but it got them nowhere. She just went to her room and stayed there for the past three hours.

She noticed there a few other people sitting in the lobby, which didn't add to her already 'joyful' mood but she sat down on a chair as far away from them as possible. She glanced at the television screen and sighed, they don't even play good movies here. She pulled her feet up into the chair and gripped the ends of her sleeves with her finger tips. Rubbing the smooth fabric relaxed her nerves a bit. She honestly did not want to be here and the fact that they were forcing her to leave her room was making that even worse. She's read many books and watched plenty of movies about mental hospitals and it was all the same. Blindingly bright lights with clean white walls and everyone seemed to have something to do. Except her. She was sitting there with nothing to do but watch the people around her have the most fun they could in a place like this.

Her dull blue eyes landed on the two boys, one looked rather uncomfortable while the other looked rather amused with himself. 'Well at least I'm not in a hospital full of people who look weird.' If things were how they used to be, she would probably be sitting over there attempting to flirt with the one that looked amused. He wasn't all that bad looking, but things aren't how they used to be. 'He'd probably just be another asshole that would want to hurt me.' she sighed quietly to herself. 'Nobody would want to be around someone as messed up as me.' She watched the boys a bit longer, not really paying attention to what they were talking about when suddenly the one that was practically on top of the other was on his feet dragging his companion off to most likely do something stupid.

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