Realistic or Modern curdled ; a psych ward rp [OPEN]

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Art room
Mentions: TF81

Tears filled Skye's eyes and she tried to stop them, but to no avail. She turned away, obviously crying, now. "It.... I....." She couldn't explain. She wiped at her eyes. "It was beautiful..." She said, honestly.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Art Room
Mention: Natural Flavour

Evan found Skye's reaction stunning, Usually, people would just clap. But this kind of response was a first for him. He got up from the bench & thanked her for the praise she had given him. "Hey, It's alright. There's no need to cry." Evan said as he sat down next to her, comforting her. "Are you okay? Do you need me to get one of the nurses or doctors?" Evan asked.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Art room
Mentions: TF81

Skye shook her head, wiping her eyes. "No... I... I'm fine... but I think I'm gonna go back to my room now... thanks for hanging out with me..."

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Art Room -> Hallway
Mention: Natural Flavour

"No Problem, Thanks for Hanging out with me also." Evan said warmly. He got up, Taking the guitar and putting it back on the stand where it was before he had it. He followed Skye out of the room & turned around, Closing, Opening, And Turning the Doorknob 7 times. He then said his goodbyes to Skye & entered his room.


Evan Parker
Location: Assigned Room
Mention: None

He took his glasses off and went back to reading his book.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Art room -> Assigned room
Mentions: No one

Skye wandered back to her room, lost deep inside her mind. Evan's song had scared her. Why? Because it sounded like the depths of her frightened and tormented soul, which she tried to mask. Her hands were shaking. She stood in the doorway of her room.
"You're back!" Said the nurse, who was apparently there, straightening Skye's bed. "Did you meet some people?"
"Uh huh." Skye wasn't paying attention. The nurse was just leaving.
"Don't forget about group session this evening... it's mandatory."
"Uh huh." But the nurse was gone.

Skye dug into her old backpack. The colour had faded and it smelt like it had lived in the closet for a few years. It probably had, before it had been given to her by social services. Skye found her iPad and swiped through the old texts. The newest ones were from before Skye had come to Westhoven, a week ago. She hadn't checked her texts since then, until now. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing. Wait. There was one. Her heart stopped. Lily, my best friend... she remembered me?! She opened the text as fast as possible.... but there wasn't much to read.

Hey, you!

I've been super busy lately, but I was thinking about you.

Love you, my bean~

Skye's eyes filled with tears. She threw the iPad against the wall, screaming at it. "PROVE IT!!!! PROVE IT TO ME!!!!! PROVE TO ME YOU ACTUALLY CARE!!!" She was screaming really loud. Someone would probably hear her. But she didn't care. "PROVE THAT I MEAN ANYTHING AT ALL TO YOU! COME AND SAVE ME!!! COME AND GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" Skye picked up the iPad. Surprisingly it hadn't smashed. She typed a few quick words,

But where are you when I need you?

and then smashed the iPad on the doorknob. The screen spiderwebbed, and then little pieces of glass fell out. Skye cut her arms with the teeny little fragments of glass. They splintered, cutting her fingers, too. She stopped for a brief moment to think about what would happen next, and she stuck a few particularly sharp pieces of glass in her pocket. Then she continued, crying bitterly.

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

He laughed softly at the comment about patients in this unit being annoying, before nodding slightly. "It could be worse, like if we were- if we were in the 1970s right now, they'd be like, lobotomising us." He grins, taking a drink from his water, wiping his mouth, before speaking again.

"It'd be funny if some people in here were training to be neurosurgeons though, then in like, four years they probably could give any of us a lobotomy." He says, before retracting his words. "Wait, no, that's illegal. Forget what I said." He nods, tapping the tip of his fingernail against the table. It sorta felt like how tables did at his school. School. For the first time in forever he actually missed school. He doubted that he missed the academic side of stuff, but he definitely missed the normalcy of waking up at around 6:00 to get ready in time to catch a bus. He'd been there for two days now and it still felt weird waking up inside of a hospital, and not his own bed.

He shook the thought of school out of his mind, trying to focus on another topic to talk about with this newfound aquaintance. So, he thought up the first thing- and perhaps the most rude thing that came to mind. "So... Why do you like, hurt yourself?" He asked cautiously, immediately feeling like an idiot after asking that question. There was no turning back now, he was almost 100% sure that Kyle would hate him now. It's not like Kyle had gone peaking into Dan's business by asking him why he was here, why he had a gauze on his arm, but Dan for some reason in that moment felt it was appropriate to ask why Kyle was smacking his wrist against the edge of the table. Your first effort of a friend at this place and you completely blew it! He thought to himself.

Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile friendly

He laughed softly at the comment about patients in this unit being annoying, before nodding slightly. "It could be worse, like if we were- if we were in the 1970s right now, they'd be like, lobotomising us." He grins, taking a drink from his water, wiping his mouth, before speaking again.

"It'd be funny if some people in here were training to be neurosurgeons though, then in like, four years they probably could give any of us a lobotomy." He says, before retracting his words. "Wait, no, that's illegal. Forget what I said." He nods, tapping the tip of his fingernail against the table. It sorta felt like how tables did at his school. School. For the first time in forever he actually missed school. He doubted that he missed the academic side of stuff, but he definitely missed the normalcy of waking up at around 6:00 to get ready in time to catch a bus. He'd been there for two days now and it still felt weird waking up inside of a hospital, and not his own bed.

He shook the thought of school out of his mind, trying to focus on another topic to talk about with this newfound aquaintance. So, he thought up the first thing- and perhaps the most rude thing that came to mind. "So... Why do you like, hurt yourself?" He asked cautiously, immediately feeling like an idiot after asking that question. There was no turning back now, he was almost 100% sure that Kyle would hate him now. It's not like Kyle had gone peaking into Dan's business by asking him why he was here, why he had a gauze on his arm, but Dan for some reason in that moment felt it was appropriate to ask why Kyle was smacking his wrist against the edge of the table. Your first effort of a friend at this place and you completely blew it! He thought to himself.

Chimney Swift

 

[Chimney Swift]

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

When Dan asked why he was hurting himself, Kyle went quiet, looking down at the table with a blank sort of expression. He had never really been asked why. Most of the adults knew, and most of his peers didn't care other than to pick on him for it. As such, his paranoid sort of mind couldn't wrap around why he would want to know, let alone what Kyle should tell him.
He opened his mouth to say something, only to blank and close it again, hissing through his teeth in anxious frustration. It had been what, a good 7 seconds since Dan last spoke, and since then an awkward silence only occasionally broken by Kyle impulsively clicking his tongue or hitting his wrist against the table, though at this point he would have given anything to stop.. Kyle could actually feel his heart racing, turning a bit pale as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to the question that he mostly forgot. Most kids wouldn’t react this strongly to such mild social dilemmas, but Kyle did not quite fit under the umbrella term "most kids". He was entirely sure, without a doubt, that Dan thought he was stupid now and would probably never take him seriously again, all because he couldn't answer a simple question. In fact, he would probably right at this moment be interpreting all sorts of horrible implications from Kyle's lack of an answer, which he would repeat to everyone he knew (nevermind the fact that Dan was new and didn't know anyone). If he didn't want this place to become another school, just had to say something... Anything, no matter how stupid. Just because it would be better than nothing.
"Uh...I..." He started weakly, after clearing his throat a few times. "I just have to, y'know? I-It’s not like a... a self harm thing, like I'm not trying to...well, what I'm trying to say is... you know Tourette's, right? It’s like... well, yeah... that. It’s like a reflex thing." He stopped to take a breath, looking up at Dan for the first time in a while. "I hope that makes sense. Actually... I'm glad you asked, it's just... well... I'm sorry."
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[Ariel]

O D E T T E

♪

Giggling could be heard from one of the rooms where the patients stayed.

"Hey that tickles! If we were having a tickle fight, you should have warned me," Odette proclaimed in a sing song voice, reaching out with clawed hands towards one of the nurses bellies. In return she stepped back with a sour look on her face, causing Odette to laugh again, a loud, amused laugh that had every other staff member in that room mirroring the expression of the nurse. Once it was clear Odette wasn't going to try and grab the woman again, she returned to searching the small girl for anything harmful that could be hidden on her person.

"You might want to check my throat. I'm actually a sword swallower. You see, it's all about relaxing the muscles."
Odette opened her mouth and pointed toward the back of her throat.
"Go ahead, reach your hand in there. Wouldn't want me pulling a broadsword on one of the other patients would'ja?"

One of the nurses hesitated, while the other shook her head. Both stepped away from Odette and began prepping monitors and needles for testing before admittance. While one of them stepped toward her with a blood pressure cuff, the other grabbed a tourniquet, and Odette stepped backwards from both of them. The very patient Doctor, a middle aged man with thick rimmed glasses and a balding head, sighed and jotted something down on the clipboard he held.
"The faster you cooperate, the faster we'll leave you be. Now sit down."
She was never very fond of needles. Even with the piercings she got, the piercer was practically sitting on her for each one of them. It wasn't hard to overpower her. But it was hard to outsmart her. And yet, the prospect of these stuffy folk leaving her alone and going back to their boring, adult, probably alcoholic or divorced-with-no-visitation-rights lives was slightly more appealing, especially if they would probably find a way to put the needle in her anyway.

"Alright, you got my hands tied, Doc. Well, I mean you don't yet, but you probably will soon, eh?"
Odette winked at the doctor and then motioned like she was choking herself. One of the nurses pushed a hand down on her shoulder to sit her down and get to work.

After the testing was done and they had her blood pressure, oxygen levels, heart rate, and problem child blood, they did stay true to their promise and leave her alone, but not after telling her that acting up would lead to repercussions and that while they said they were going to leave her alone, they'd still be watching her all Big Brother style. Odette politely showed them to the door of her new, ugly room with a sarcastic bow and a hand sign that was rather impolite. When they were gone, she stepped out of her room and began walking, searching for... something to ruin, she guessed.

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[crossofjesus]

dan belle

Tourettes. That's what is is. Dan nodded at Kyle's explanation, not responding for a while as he was trying to piece together where he heard the word Tourettes before this interaction with Kyle. He chewed at his lip trying to pinpoint the time, perhaps it was in science? No, it wouldn't make any sense considering he did chemistry and not biology. Would Tourettes even be talked about in biology? Maybe.

Dan drummed the pads of his fingers against the table, trying to think of where he heard that name before. He practically had a lightbulb moment when he looked up at Kyle, evidently making the connection. "Like the Nirvana song!" He spoke almost too excitedly,hoping he didn't sound rude towards Kyle. It was a banger though, his older brother, Matt, had shown him the entire In Utero album. It was probably one of his favourite Sunday afternoons to date, as Matt was always secluded in his room and almost never talked to Dan. So it surprised him when Matt wanted to show Dan something in his room.

Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

Tourettes. That's what is is. Dan nodded at Kyle's explanation, not responding for a while as he was trying to piece together where he heard the word Tourettes before this interaction with Kyle. He chewed at his lip trying to pinpoint the time, perhaps it was in science? No, it wouldn't make any sense considering he did chemistry and not biology. Would Tourettes even be talked about in biology? Maybe.

Dan drummed the pads of his fingers against the table, trying to think of where he heard that name before. He practically had a lightbulb moment when he looked up at Kyle, evidently making the connection. "Like the Nirvana song!" He spoke almost too excitedly,hoping he didn't sound rude towards Kyle. It was a banger though, his older brother, Matt, had shown him the entire In Utero album. It was probably one of his favourite Sunday afternoons to date, as Matt was always secluded in his room and almost never talked to Dan. So it surprised him when Matt wanted to show Dan something in his room.

Chimney Swift

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Cafeteria -> Skye's room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour

Ernst, visibly uncomfortable, decided that the best thing for Hazel right now was to get her back to her room or to a psychiatrist. It was nice talking to her, but Ernst had to remind himself that this wasn't exactly a place to make friends. Everyone who was here was here to recover from mental illness, or at least get back on stable footing before they shattered all over again. He stood up from the table and quietly tipped off a nurse, before slipping out himself to go take a walk.

he was distracted from this task as he passed by a room and heard a loud crack as something hit the door, followed by screaming. Who could it be this time? he wondered with a bored sigh, crossing his arms and staring at the door for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should interfere. As much as Ernst was outwardly apathetic, though, on the inside he couldn't help but care for the others. After all, he was no better. In the worst of his manic episodes, he could be just as prone to lashing out and breakingbthings as anyone else. So, when he was calm, he occasionally put that point of connection to good use. Gently, and with a bit of reluctance, he knocked on the door, only for it to swing open on its own. It must not have been all the way closed...

The culprit of the noise, Ernst discovered, was Skye. She was one of the younger patients, whom Ernst didn't know all too well, other than that she had a plethora of rather serious issues. An iPad lay shattered on the floor, and she seemed to be picking up the pieces, tears still streaking down her face. "Oh my... that looks expensive." Ernst mused softly, with a curt but somewhat concerned sort of expression. He kept a bit of distance between himself and her, mostly as an act of caution. He didn't want to scare her, after all. "Don't pick those up with your hands. Look, you're hurting yourself..."


Kyle Fiddler

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

"I guess so." Kyle said after a while, enthusiastically latching onto the idea that Dan understood, and that he wasn't already weirded out by Kyle after all. Actually, Kyle didn't know the song in question (music tended to trip up his OCD, especially if it was at all chaotic or atonal). But it didn't matter, because he wasn't going to question it if it meant Dan would keep talking to him. In fact, he was willing to talk about just about anything if it meant keeping the conversation alive. He had no idea how to continue or safely end a discussion, so this was kind of a panicky situation. He anxiously pushed his food around on his plate with his fork in between bouts of his erratic wrist tics, barely noticing that he hadn't touched his food at all.

Eager to keep talking, he piped up again: "So, Nirvana... they're like a 90s band, right? I think my counselor from school was really into them. Or maybe it was that other one... Alice in Chains... Or maybe it was both? Anyway, are they any good?" Immediately after Kyle said that, he faltered a bit, his eyes flickering to the floor. It was a stupid question; of course Dan would think they were good, if he brought up the reference. But on the flip side, maybe Dan would want to talk about it, and Kyle could learn something about Dan. That was what he wanted in the first place, to learn things about people. It was just that he was used to observing from a distance (i.e, trying not to get beaten up).
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[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Cafeteria/Skye’s bedroom
Mentions: Chimney Swift Natural Flavour

Daisy had enough staring at her plate, the pile of lifeless and boring mush becoming too ordinary and familiar as She sat there for almost an hour, playing with it with her fork. She had decided that, in her current, bored state, that she would take a walk into the dorm hallway, to check out her room. Maybe take a nap, since no one else had talked to her for her entire first day, nor attempted to invite her to any of the social activities the ward arranged, allowing the residents to feel somewhat ‘normal’, in a place where kids were tied to the chairs so they could eat and not hurt others. “Normal, my ass,” Daisy heard herself mention before she could even picture the words in her mind. Pushing her chair out with a squeak, she began to softly pad down the unfamiliar corridors, hoping that by some miracle, she’d have walked into the right one.

A sharp scream rung in her ears, and she carefully took her time to check it out. She would’ve rushed in any normal situation, but being in a psyche ward probably meant that ear-bleeding screams were quite common. As she turned towards the origination of the sound, she saw a boy in the doorway of a room, and then a girl on her bed, cutting her arms with shards of glass. Daisy stood back for a few moments, her eyes narrowing at the sight before her. All the boy had to say was expensive? This place really was for the mentally ill.

Taking control, Daisy skimmed past the boy in the doorway, eyes locked on his as she frowned, before turning towards the glass shards on the floor, picking them up in her hands herself. She knew the feeling of the glass starting to paper cut into her flesh all too well to care too much. “It won’t make you feel any better,” she whispered quietly. “It’s a lost cause, didn’t help me, hasn’t helped anyone,” she quickly added, picking up the shards gently, her soft palms collecting with a mix of translucent shards and a little bit of crimson. “If you’re doing it to feel, don’t. It makes you numb. You don’t want to be numb?” Eyes lifting to look up at the girl, she closed her fist around the shards of glass In her own hand. Shifting her gaze to look gently into the girl’s, she began to, soft as silk, pluck the shards from her hands. “You don’t need to do this. You won’t be out any sooner if you do.”​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Assigned Room -> Skye's Assigned Room.
Mentions: Natural Flavour , Chimney Swift , ElectricDandellion

Evan heard a loud smash & people's voices talking in a concerned manner. He quickly threw on his glasses and went to investigate. He saw Ernst & a New patient in Skye's room. He stood in the doorway, catching the last part of what the new patient had said to Skye. Evan nodded & followed up Daisy's statement with his own "She's Right, The more you try to harm yourself, the longer you'll be here. And I'm sure that's the last thing you want." Evan looked over at Ernst & urgently said: "I'll go get her nurse." And he turned & ran out into the hallway, after a few minutes. He found Skye's nurse. He Frantically said to her "Excuse me, but I need your help. Skye has cut herself with some glass and she's bleeding badly."

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Assigned room
Mentions: Chimney Swift ElectricDandellion TF81

Skye looked up at the suddenly large amount of people around her. Evan was in, and then out, and some new boy and girl were talking to her. She shrunk away, against the wall, holding the glass in her hands, tightly. Her heart pounded, anxiety taking control.
"G-go away! L-leave me alone!" The two visitors weren't leaving. Maybe the girl even came a little closer, Skye couldn't tell. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" She screamed, louder, her voice cracking and pulling her into a coughing fit. She slammed up against the wall, trying to get farther away from the two. "D-d-d...." she gulped a huge breath of air. "Don't h-hur-hurt me....!!!" Realizing she couldn't get any farther away from the two, she lunged at the girl, who was closest, trying to cut her with the glass in her hands. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME!!! I WON'T LET YOU!!!" She screamed, viscously.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway -> Skye's room
Mentions: Natural Flavour , ElectricDandellion

Evan ran back to Skye's Room, Along with a few staff members & Skye's nurse, Evan stepped back cautiously as the staff members slowly tried to approach Skye, trying to retrieve the sharp piece of glass from Skye's hand. Evan tried grabbing Skye off of Daisy but got cut in the struggle. He screamed in pain as he held his hand to his left cheek. as he fell on the floor "AHHHHH!!! JESUS CHRIST!"

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Skye's room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour , Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion , Evan Parker TF81

Evidently, Ernst was not the only one who had noticed the commotion. In what seemed like a flash, he was suddenly joined by another female patient, followed by Evan. Not wanting to crowd the young Skye, who was clearly having a sort of breakdown at the moment, Ernst turned around to excuse himself from the room only to be nearly knocked over by Evan, who had left and returned with security staff and a nurse.

After that, there was screaming; a brief tussle broke out between Skye and Daisy. Ernst had no wish to get involved, but Evan immediately went to grab Skye. A stupid decision, Ernst thought. Why had Evan brought security if he was only going to try to get involved himself? You weren't even allowed to touch other patients., "Wait! That's not a good idea-" He urged hastily, only to watch the older boy get slashed in the face. Ernst backed into a corner, disgusted, but he thought it would be best to stay and answer questions about what had happened if he was the only one who wasn't going to interfere. It hurt him a bit to see Skye like this... He was familiar with the kind of painful emotional state that led people to act how she was acting. That was what brought Ernst here in the first place. But right now, he knew better than to escalate the situation.​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Assigned room
Mentions: Chimney Swift ElectricDandellion TF81

Skye's eyes darted to Evan, seeing the damage she caused before he covered his face. The other boy backed into a corner of the room. Skye gasped, and slunk against the wall again. She looked all around, her terrified eyes filling with tears, as the security pushed through the crowd and grabbed her arms. "D-d-don't hurt me... don't hurt me... p-please... I didn't m-m-mean...." She whimpered quietly, as the security took her away through staff only doors, and then into a bright, empty room, and the doors locked behind them. The security and nurses were talking among themselves, and the two guards let go of Skye's arms and joined the conversation. They're talking about me.. I'm right here.... don't do that. Don't DO that!!!
"DON'T DO THAT!!!" Skye cried out, pathetically, her voice worn out. Everyone looked at her, and then two nurses approached her, hands out.
"We're not going to hurt you, Amiya.... trust us..."
"GODDAMMIT MY NAME IS SKYE!!! SKYE!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! CAN YOU HEAR ME AT ALL?!"
"Amiya, let us see your arms." Skye shook her head rapidly, backing away. The nurse who was speaking nodded to the other nurse, who produced a needle from behind her back. Skye began to scream.
"WHAT'S THAT!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO-" STAB. Skye's hand went up to touch her bicep, which stung like crazy. She looked up at the nurses, lip trembling, and then everything went black.

 

[Ariel]

O D E T T E

♪

So, Odette didn't exactly ruin anything. At least not yet. Soon, soon.

Instead she pillaged and raided whatever rooms weren't locked which was only a handful but still there were some that offered goodies. A, what appeared to be, Janitor's supply closet offered a chemical with ammonia and Chlorox bleach, both of which she ignores despite their obvious uses for the duct tape and the black magic marker. And in a small office, she finds a lab coat and a pair of spectacles, which she quickly destroys by popping out the lenses, pocketing them, and then slipping the glasses on her nose. Odette slips on the labcoat which is much too big for her and strides out of the office like it's hers. By this point she expected to be stopped and her goodies confiscated but when she heard the screaming coming from the hallway parallel to the one she was sauntering down, she knows why they all must be busy. She shakes her head, the off-white locks swaying back and forth as she regards the source. Maybe it was curiosity or the need to stick her nose in places it doesn't belong, but Odette turns the corner and heads toward where the screams emitted from.

What she finds is a couple patients, probably her age or less or more, she didn't really care much and a grouping of nurses and doctors sticking a girl with syringe that obviously contained sedatives. Instead of speaking at first, she just watches, rifling around in the lab coat to find a plastic pen and promptly sticks the end in her mouth, nibbling on it.

Since it seemed the girl who wasn't having a crisis and the boy who totally just earned an epic battle scar were rather occupied, Odette nudged the tall boy beside her with her elbow to get his attention.
"Where do I sign up to get what she's having?"

Natural Flavour ElectricDandellion TF81 Chimney Swift

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[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Skye's room
Mentions: Odette Fitzgerald Ariel , Skye Jensen Natural Flavour

Ernst felt a nudge on his arm, glancing to the side to see a third patient, a girl who must have been around his age, come to join the fray or whatnot. "Where do I sign up to get what she's having?" She asked, in a tone than made Ernst almost entirely sure she was joking, but in this place you could never be sure. She was, of course, referring to poor Skye who now lay sedated and unconscious on the floor, attended by the staff. Ernst didn't find her comment particularly funny, so he simply turned to her with a blank, deadpan expression and said "don't worry, there's plenty of that to go around, if you don't mind waking up dehydrated, with a bitch of a headache." He wasn't even being sarcastic; at least he wasn't trying to be. He just thought that the truth was the best was to respond to off-color jokes. It had worked in the past, at least.
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[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Assigned room
Mentions: Chimney Swift ElectricDandellion TF81 Ariel

Skye was out, cold. Her arms were still bleeding and one of the nurses turned to the other patients. "Everyone out! Evan, go with Bertha and get your face taken care of. Daisy, you go, too." A short plump nurse moved towards the door, beckoning for Evan and Daisy to follow.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Skye's room -> Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour , ElectricDandellion

Evan got off the floor, replying to the nurse's command to follow the other nurse. "Yes, Ma'am" Evan said obediently. He stood out in the hallway, Waiting for Daisy to come out of Skye's Room. So they could go to the Care station.

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

"Nirvana is pretty sick, like I don't listen to them all the time but from what I've gathered it's a really cool band. My mom freakin' hates them though, but my brother is like, obsessed. I feel bad for him though, since he'll never see them live. That's gotta be the worst thing in the world." He rambled, not realising how quick and animated he sounded, it was a habit of his to talk fast and excitedly about something he really, really liked. His therapist said it was one of his good qualities, but it made Dan embarrassed when someone pointed it out.

"I've only ever listened to In Utero though." He shrugs, drumming his fingers on the table absentmindedly.
"But yeah, it sucks that the lead-singer-guy is dead. My brother thinks that his wife killed him, which sucks. But I believe the theory to be honest." He rambled on again, not taking it into consideration that Kyle could be absolutely bored with his rambles. But at this point, he was too busy thinking about many other conspiracy theories that boggled through his mind when he mentioned the cause of Kurt Cobain's death.

Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

"Nirvana is pretty sick, like I don't listen to them all the time but from what I've gathered it's a really cool band. My mom freakin' hates them though, but my brother is like, obsessed. I feel bad for him though, since he'll never see them live. That's gotta be the worst thing in the world." He rambled, not realising how quick and animated he sounded, it was a habit of his to talk fast and excitedly about something he really, really liked. His therapist said it was one of his good qualities, but it made Dan embarrassed when someone pointed it out.

"I've only ever listened to In Utero though." He shrugs, drumming his fingers on the table absentmindedly.
"But yeah, it sucks that the lead-singer-guy is dead. My brother thinks that his wife killed him, which sucks. But I believe the theory to be honest." He rambled on again, not taking it into consideration that Kyle could be absolutely bored with his rambles. But at this point, he was too busy thinking about many other conspiracy theories that boggled through his mind when he mentioned the cause of Kurt Cobain's death.

Chimney Swift

 

[Ariel]

O D E T T E

♪

"Wouldn't be the first time I've woken up like that after putting something in my body that felt oh, so very nice," Odette responded, hugging her arms to herself with a smile. Actually it was probably the only time she really felt truly good, even if it was artificial. These feelings other people felt, were intangible and frustrating, like a mess of tangled wires. Odette would either give up or simply pretend like she had the skills to untangle impossible knots and understand things she just couldn't. Deep down, she was jaded, even if other people did entertain her. Why did the vast majority of people get to live so very boringly and take advantage of that every single day? Was that fair? She also liked to believe that they paid for that simply by living so blandly and so vainly but if they were ignorant to the dilemma of their own existence, then it didn't really matter, did it?

The boy didn't quite react the way she had hoped. With feeling! tended to be Odette's catchphrase. Why did he not look at her in horror, disgust, or amusement? Why wasn't his voice laced with sarcasm, dripping with anger, or bubbling about with fear? If anything, it was dry and two-dimensional. Boring. And it frustrated her. Normally she'd walk away and find something better to occupy her time, but she decided that she wouldn't be dissuaded that easily.

Her smile fell as quickly as it rose to her lips, her expression wiped like a clean slate, when she responded with, "I believe she's better off like this for now anyway. She can't scream or cry or go ham on her flesh with a jagged piece of glass or any of the other things that landed us here in our own little slice of heaven. At least that's how the doctor's see it, right?"

As quickly as the seriousness came, it left and Odette made a show of inspecting her new lab coat.
"Oh no, it's infecting me with their BS ideals! I think it's contagious..."
She gripped his arm in sarcastic desperation and made a face.
"It's spreading! Get the shotgun and kill me first before it takes over, Carl!"

Chimney Swift

 

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SKYE JENSEN (Or more likely, the nurse standing over her unconscious form)
Location: Assigned room
Mentions: Chimney Swift Ariel

The nurse gritted her teeth, glaring at Odette and Ernst, who hadn't moved. "I said, OUT!" She glanced at one of the security guards, who was ready to make the patients obey her order, if they themselves chose not to.

 

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(Moving on, let me know if this is a problem)

SKYE JENSEN (Or more likely, the nurse standing over her unconscious form)
Location: Assigned room
Mentions: No one

After the other patients left the room, the nurse and the doctor began to talk about Skye. The janitor was cleaning up the shards of broken glass.
"Well, the medication isn't working, that's obvious. Now what?" The nurse asked, slightly irritated.
"We'll change meds. No big deal. But we'll have to take her devices away." The doctor explained, logically. The nurse smirked.
"Well, devices are already gone, she only had the iPad."
"What else is in her bag?"
"I dunno.." The nurse scavenged through Skye's bag. "3 changes of clothes.... a necklace...."
"A necklace?"
"Yeah." The nurse held it up. It was a tiny message in a bottle with a shell.
"We'll have to get rid of that." The doctor said. "She could break the glass bottle." The nurse put it in her pocket.
"Well, that's everything. She doesn't have much."
"She'll wake up in about an hour with one hell of a headache... I'll get you the new meds for her to try tomorrow. Oh, and we should lock her door, y'know, so she can't get out before we've checked out that she's stable."
"Great." The doctor left the room. The nurse bandaged Skye's arms, tsking quietly, and then left, as well.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Skye's room -> Hallway
Mentions: Odette Fitzgerald Ariel , Skye Jensen Natural Flavour
The nurse once again demanded that the room be vacated, and Ernst gladly complied. He wordlessly wrenched his long, frail looking arm out of Odette grip and walked out the door. If Odette wanted to bother people, Ernst preferred that she did it without getting the both of them in trouble. At this particular moment, Ernst had no desire to be out cold on the floor like Skye. He had little else to do now, except maybe head back to the TV room or the cafeteria and wait for group therapy or the next mandatory activity. He breathed a long sigh of boredom, raking his long fingers through his curly, light reddish hair. This had been quite an eventful morning, but no amount of eventfulness seemed to be able to drag Ernst out of his current haze of dysthymia.

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

Kyle listened intently, eagerly attempting memorize every piece of information he could about Dan. Frankly, he could care less what topic Dan had chosen to discuss, because at least Dan was doing the talking, which was inherently less nerve-wracking.

More nerve-wracking, however, was watching Dan drum his fingers on the table. Kyle wasn't sure how exactly, but Dan was doing it wrong. There was no precision to the movement; it seemed unnaturally fast and too loud. Kyle's eye twitched, a grimace crossing his face for a split second before the sharp sensation of his own wrist hitting the table forced him to focus on something else. Wincing and shifting awkwardly in his chair, Kyle quickly tried to find something consistent to focus on, something that wouldn't exacerbate the intensifying feeling of loss of control... ah, yes. Dan's discussion of Nirvana. Problem was, for the last couple of seconds Kyle was completely spaced out and he had no idea where they were in the conversation. Oh no... just play it cool.

"That's a really interesting theory. I... i never thought of it that way." Kyle hastily latched on to the last thing he remembered Dan saying, hoping he sounded as if he'd been paying attention. He didn't want Dan to think he'd lost interest or was annoyed; he was still worried that he'd made things awkward. Briefly cradling his bruised wrist in his opposite hand, Kyle grinned sheepishly, rocking forward in his chair and slightly dreading Dan's reaction.​