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Post by Allison Clark on Aug 1, 2009 23:28:04 GMT
Allison skipped merrily down the hall to the food room. She paused at the door and her stomach let out a loud grumble. A giggle erupted from her mouth. Today was a glorious day, no paranoia attacks. But due to changes, they had lain off the anti-depressants a couple days ago. Well, yesterday she had began to carve a heart in her wrist, and they thought she was going suicidal, side effects of the anti-depressant, blah blah blah.
She skipped to the counter. Today there was supposed to be chocolate cake. Allison then realized there was no cake left. Her smile vanished and a frown was there instead. The tears began to pool and she grabbed an apple and sulked to the nearest table and laid her head down on her folded arms.
When she finally lifted her head, she grabbed her apple and took a big bite out of it, suddenly mad she had been lied to. Allison just kept eating her apple. This should be cake and they shouldn't have lied. She thought, adding a silent hmph. At least it wasn't as bad as yesterday...poor guard.
Allison was unaware that she wasn't alone, that she was being watched by someone else who had snuck in without her knowing, after all, her back was facing the door, which was somethign that wouldn't have happened on a normal day.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 2, 2009 21:04:01 GMT
Jack left the confinements of his room. He’d been here for two and a half weeks, already two and a half weeks. He felt like he was going crazy but he had to keep reminding himself that this would be good for him, that he’d get better, that he was self admitted and that his college funds were quickly going down the drain. He kept talking about this to the person who was supposed to be helping him but he was downer on it and any proactive college plans just didn’t seem to be happening. He was okay at his school work but not scholarship worthy and coach would never let him play, and despite Jack’s disbelief, Theo had told him he was shit so he really had no hope of going to college, and that was the constant conversations which he was discussing.
He walked into the food hall. It wasn’t too often that he left his room for food but today he was feeling quite peckish, although he doubted there’d really be much to eat. In all the time he’d been here there really only seemed to be healthy things but in all honesty Jack would kill for a pizza. Quite literally. He moved into the room, his eyes searching the tables. It was strange being in here with all of these strange people when he classed himself as sane. He frowned as he spotted a girl, she didn’t look very old, surely not older than him so what was she doing locked up in here of all places? Jack swiftly made his way towards her. ”Hey, that looks... healthy.” he commented, smirking softly as he indicated towards the apple. ”What’s up, you look miffed,” He stated. She had to be self admitted, she looked far too innocent. Maybe she was just a victim of circumstance like him, struggling to deal with the problems which life threw at him.
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Post by Allison Clark on Aug 3, 2009 2:30:31 GMT
Allison jumped as a male voice spoke to her. He didn't seem to pose a threat, but like her, he probably had something about him he didn't want anyone to know or find out. She realized she had been staring at the guy, who looked to be a couple years younger than herself. Then something clicked, he must be the new patient.
"Yeah. It is." Ali said sighing. It wasn't supposed to be, it was supposed to be cake. She smiled and chuckled. "Miffed would be the correct word. There was supposed to be cake today, but there isn't." She said as she took another hunk out of her apple. The juice running down her chin.
"You can sit down if you want." Allison offered, motioning to the place across from her. She hastily swallowed and wiped off her mouth with her sleeve. She studied the boy. He was very attractive. If she could only get him on her side...no. She stopped herself. Allison was trying to turn over a new leaf.
"I feel rude. I'm Allison." She said politely adding a smile. Why not be nice when you have the rest of your life in this dump. She had learned you make more friends with honey than you do with vinegar. Of course when you had a nice shank and a cunning wit, you got a lot too.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 4, 2009 17:55:33 GMT
"Oh but imagine all of the endorphines your body is getting from eating fruit, or is that chocolate?" Jack mused, perhaps it was chocolate, he wasn't sure, he knew exercise released them but if chocolate did too then it wouldn't be too comforting to her. He took the seat that she offered, making little judgements. After all he was in here too and she looked harmless. She didn't appear to be crazy like the other loonies. Not like Nyree, seeing her was like seeing a demon. It was horrible and left invisable scars which later turned into so much laughter. "I'm not sure what I'll be eating but I'm pretty hungry. Is the food here good much? I don't eat too much, or at least I haven't yet but I'm peckish." He admitted. It was strange being able to talk to someone but he was finding it quite easy all the same.
"Oh, thanks." Jack said with a small smile as he took the seat oppisite her. They weren't that comfy, just like any other cafeteria stools, but it would be nice to imagine they were arm chairs. He missed his comfy couch back in the dorms. "Do you want me to get you some more food?" he asked as he smiled over at her, watching her expressions. She wasn't the most pretty girl in the world but she was probably the prettiest he'd find in this place and that was comforting to know that he'd found the best he could find.
"Don't feel rude. I'm Jack," he responded as he held out a hand for her to shake. She probably wouldn't accept it but if they were going by manners and rituals then it fit in well. "How old are you anyway... what you in here for?" Jack inquired eagerly as he leaned forward towards her.
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Post by Allison Clark on Aug 4, 2009 19:24:51 GMT
"I don't know what it is. I always thought it was excersise." Allison said shrugging. It wasn't like they taught you anything in this place. They hadn't had a young patient in here in a very long time from what she had gathered. "Eh. It's alright. It tastes good when it's the only thing you've got." She said honestly. They got their meals three times a day, but other than that they were on their own.
She was puzzled though. This boy certainly didn't seem crazy like that one girl who thought she was a vampire. Now that was someone who deserved to be locked up. Ali hated it here, but there was really nothing she could do about it now. She wondered what he was in here for. She noted his smile, yep, he hadn't been here long.
"Oh, no thanks. Just wanted a snack." Allison said smiling again. It was nice to have someone to talk to. She didn't really talk with anyone much unless she needed or wanted something. But she hadn't really met anyone new lately. And she always disposed of her...friends. And she never got clost to anyone either.
"Nice to meet you." Allison said, she would find a way to use him. If he wasn't going to be here long, he could help her escape, get out of this hell hole. She shook his hand gently. It had been forever since she felt another person's hand and clung to it a little longer than necessary. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she let go.
Allison was hesitant to tell him why she was really in here, she would just tell him vague things, let him fill in the pieces. "I'm twenty. And I'm diganosed with paranoia and 'severe' bipolar. What about you?" She asked grinning. Of course she left out the suicidal attemtps, which she didn't do to kill herself, she just got bored. She knew she probably wouldn't get out, after all, she had been here since she was 16.
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Post by Jack Banner on Aug 14, 2009 10:40:02 GMT
Jack shrugged along with her. It probably was exercise, in fact Mitchell probably went on and on about it. Maybe when he got out he would brave the coach and ask him if it was exercise. Maybe it was chocolate which released the sex like ones Jack mused. He would research it at a later date. ”Oh... great.” he stated wide eyed, he was used to good food. Dating Larrissa usually meant you’d eat good stuff, especially when he went to her house.
”No problem,” he stated, feeling hungry still. ”I haven’t really been eating, I’m growing too skinny,” he moaned although there was little change in his physical appearance except for the fact that his hair had grown slightly and his clothes were different and not as precise, just thrown on. Jack glanced down as she held onto his hand, surely this wasn’t normal behaviour but who was he to turn down physical contact? He smiled at her as he looked at their hands. He hadn’t thought about it before but it was starting to amuse him how their hands seemed so easy to entwine as if human hands had been made to complete each other as they held the others company.
He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as she admitted what she was in for. So he was sitting at a table with a psychopath, so the last person to touch his hand was a weird freak. That couldn’t do too well for his reputation but Jack sighed, looking around there wasn’t really too many other people who he could be joined in company with. If he could be bothered he would have made an attempt to rule the roost in here, maybe then the chocolate cake would be more accessible, only he didn’t really want chocolate cake or a reputation for being the boss of the nut house. If anyone really did start on him he would probably be eaten alive anyway.
”Me?!” Jack asked as he bit on his tongue, he was probably the youngest in here, the baby so to speak. The baby would never get control, what if he was in here for a while? He would probably get raped in the showers. Depending on how long he was in here he would have to get a few things straightened out to protect himself. ”Oh.. I’m twenty one, and I killed my roommate.” he lied, it wasn’t too far a stretch from the truth. In a few years he would be twenty one and if he’d stabbed Theo a few more times in less superficial places he would have died. So yes, it was only a stretch from the truth. ”Don’t be scared though, he deserved it.” Jack said with a nod. His bitch wasn’t supposed to be scared of him, she was supposed to pleasure him. It was the other dweebs who were to fear him. He glanced around once more, spying the larger, older men. He had these to overcome. Suddenly the future seemed that bit more exciting.
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Post by Allison Clark on Aug 14, 2009 16:43:53 GMT
"If you don't really think about it, just eat it, it's fine." Allison said shrugging. Then she cocked her head a little. "Oh, you better though. Then they'll think you have anorexia or something. They overexaggerate here." She continued with a half-hearted grin. Of course she cuts herself one time and they label her suicidal. But that was her own fault for trusting a half-wit to be her lookout. They were immedietly dismissed from her circle of people she trusted to get her things. It was sort of like a gang in a way.
Ali was however shocked when he smiled as their hands were still touching. "Please don't judge. I'm not a freak, or a psycho, the stupid assholes usually forget my medicine. When someone's been in here for four years, I'm practically part of the furniture." She continued shrugging. She would get out, if there was a family member they could put her with. Even though she was over eighteen, since she had been in the asylum, Allison needed a legal guardian to look after her.
She raised an eyebrow. "You don't really look twenty-one. And if you killed your roommate, how come you aren't in prison?" Allison asked curiously. People tended to think people in the asylum were all crazy and dim-witted, which 98 percent of them were...but Allison kept her mind sharp but doing puzzles, watching programs like the history and discovery channel. She had her ways. "Oh honey, there are scarrier people than a murderer in here." Allison said chuckling. He obviously hadn't been here for very long, to hear the screams, to hear the rumors about what went on behind closed doors.
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