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

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Assigned room -> Hallway
Mentions: TF81 ElectricDandellion

Skye opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the massive headache that suddenly overwhelmed her. It took her two full minutes to finally focus her eyes, too.
"What.... happened...." Her throat felt raw and her voice crackled, wearily. Skye looked down at her arms, suddenly noticing the burning sensation she felt on her forearms. Bandages? What? She ripped the bandages off, and just stared at the long, irritated scratches, trying to remember. Her fingers were cut too, though not as badly. Her head hurt too much to try and remember what happened. She sat up, the pain in her head stabbing her harder, and gritted her teeth, trying to will it to go away. She felt something poking her through her pocket, and Skye send her hands down to investigate. She pulled them away immediately, her fingers instantly getting splintered.
"Glass?" Kinda like her iPad when it-

Skye remembered. Stumbling towards her backpack, she tore through it, not finding the iPad. It was gone. She had smashed it. She felt regretful for a moment, and then realized that nobody loved her enough to text her anyway. Big deal. Except Lily.... she texted me... just for a second... Skye slipped her hurting fingers into one of the side pockets to find the necklace that Lily had given her. A tiny message in a bottle, with seashells.

Panic seized Skye's throat when she couldn't find it, and she tore through the backpack, dumping everything on the floor around her.
"Wh-where is it. Where is it!? Where....."

But it was gone. Now everything that reminded her of the life that was her own was gone. Not even the clothes she had were her own. They had been given to her by social services, and at some point she had left her own special grey sweater and leggings at some foster home.... she had let it go, then, knowing she had her necklace, and her only connection to those she loved, her iPad. And now they were both gone. Skye brought her knees up to her chest and sobbed, quietly, hiding her face in a little cave created by her arms and knees.

After awhile, Skye tearfully put everything back in her backpack, meaningless to her now, and tucked the little bag under her bed. Trying to compartmentalize, Skye thought about what she had to do next.
"Evan.... I hurt him." She needed to apologize. And to that other girl who had been kind to her... Skye didn't know her name. Maybe Evan knew her name. Maybe Evan won't be my friend anymore. He had been angry. That thought consumed Skye, and she decided she better keep to herself. Atleast for now. A maniac like me shouldn't even show up. She decided to go use the bathroom, but found that she was locked in her room, so instead she just sat on her bed, fingering her wounds.

The nurse came in, a few minutes later.
"How are you feeling, Amiya?" Skye didn't look up. She was tired of correcting her.
"Fine."
"That's nice." The nurse obviously didn't care how she was feeling, as long as she wasn't hurting anyone. She shook her head, disgustedly, looking at Skye's arms. "You need to keep the bandages on for a few days, okay?"
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Just don't take them off until I tell you to." The nurse re-bandaged her arms, asking her a few more questions about how she felt, if she wanted to hurt anyone, and then turned to leave. "Now that you're feeling better, I'll unlock the door, alright?"
"Okay." Then the nurse was gone.

Skye opened the door, cautiously, and then started into the hallway, hoping to get to the bathroom without running into anyone. Nobody needs to see me anymore.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Skye’s room, the hallway.
Mentions: Chimney Swift Ariel Natural Flavour TF81

Daisy stood in silence as the girl started freaking out, unsure how to cope. The way she freaked out, in some respects, had made her slightly irritable. “If you’re going to have a mental breakdown, at least be quite. You’re giving me a headache,” She mumbled, softly again, with thick eyebrows beginning to furrow out of frustration. Why did the girl have to be so damn loud. When she had mental breakdowns, she preferred to be on her own as opposed to screaming the ward down and cutting up her arms. The best way was to do it in silence, that way you wouldn’t get caught or put on extra medication that more or less could’ve just been sedatives. Standing now, glass in hand, she watched as a boy got close to the screaming girl , perhaps too close for comfort. Everyone in their right mind knew not to touch a person with mental issues whilst having a breakdown, but then again, everyone was here because they weren’t in their right mind. “Don’t touch her, don’t make a stupid mist-“ but it was too late, and the boy’s cheek got sliced by glass. Daisy simply shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest. Despite the fact that the boy had jumped in to save her back after Skye lunged at her, yet she simply side stepped towards the door to get away, he had only gotten himself into trouble. The interference made Daisy safe, and Evan not. Despite knowing she would've been safe without his help, she decided that she’d thank him later anyway.

Her eyes dragged to the tall boy and light-haired girl in the doorway, and she rolled her eyes slightly at the situation, approaching them. “This is too fucking dramatic. Is everything here so exaggerated?” She questioned with a cocked eyebrow. “I mean, I’ve been to wards before, but this one? This one tops it,” feeling her lips tug into a smirk, she dropped her gaze to the floor. “If you have an aim you want to achieve, you’d think it’d happen more quietly, you know?” She questioned, her expression softening as she squeezed her hand full of glass shards.

As nurses filled the room, she pressed her plump lips together and sighed, making a quick escape after watching the tall boy shrug off the light-haired girl. In a normal world, outside the ward, any boy would feel lucky to have such a pretty girl on their arm in any case, but here, he seemed somewhat disgusted. Skimming past both, she walked into the hallway. The glass...She couldn’t put it in a bin to then be responsible for someone else deciding that they can mutilate their arms to their heart’s content.

Turning towards the boy, about to ask where she could dispose of the glass, suddenly saw him rake through his hair. It was very intriguing, blonde but red. Her eyes widened upon inspecting the colour. “Is that your natural colour?” She asked inquisitively. It would be nice to be friendly to at least one bearable patient. After all, he hadn’t interfered with Skye, hadn’t been rude, had offered her advice, and she thought he was rather like her in that aspect.

“Do either of you know where the next group therapy is held?” Daisy asked the girl and boy, having had the next slot of group therapy. Quite frankly, she wasn’t excited to be thrown into a random group of strangers and have to stick her nose into their business and them all to stick their’s in her business. It made her more likely to just shut her mouth for the entirety of the session, despite the bad karma that would follow. But damn, she needed to get rid of this glass.​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Care Station -> Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

The nurse finished stitching Evan's cheek shut. as she was finishing her job, Evan reflected on the decision that got him to this point 'You know, In hindsight. It was a stupid decision, But i thought since Skye trusted me & was happy around me. That she would come back down to reality. Though I don't really know why i believed that would work. The heart does reveal what smiles betray, After all. That, I know from Personal Experience. The reason i hadn't noticed it was because even though Skye & I have the same disorder, that being Depression. Our reactions are completely different.' Evan snapped out of his thinking by the nurse announcing to him that her job was complete. Evan thanked her & then walked out to the hallway to his room, So he could wait for group therapy to start. He bumped into Skye who was coming out of the bathroom. She seemed scared when she noticed him. He was still wearing his shades.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: TF81

Skye froze. Evan was right there. Skye considered running... it seemed to be her first reaction when it came to anxiety and getting away from trouble. She couldn't just pretend she hadn't seen him and walk away... she was staring at him, terrified. Her lip trembled, and she dropped her gaze, shoving her hands in her pockets. She couldn't do much else... it was his move.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

Evan stood, waiting for Skye to say something. But nothing was said, So he started the conversation off. "Just thought I'd let you know that i'm sorry for trying to pull you off of that girl. It was a stupid decision & I should've let the staff handle it. I just thought that since You were calm around me. I thought that if i showed up. You'd come back down to reality. Stupid thought. I know, And I had to protect that girl. And now I've got this scar. Speaking of that. It's okay. To quote Monty Python 'Tis but a scratch. And I've had stuff happen to me that was way worse than this. Both Self-inflicted & not, So, I forgive you, Skye." Evan said with a laugh & a relaxed smile. "In fact, I had one moment that was similar to what happened to me earlier, while I was on tour." Evan recalled.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: TF81

Skye un-stiffened a little bit, since it seemed like Evan wasn't gonna kill her. "Yeah... When I lose it... I lose it all the way.... I'm not even really there when it happens... I'm sorry, anyway... I didn't mean to do that." Evan mentioned something like it happening to him on tour, and Skye giggled, sending her weary voice into a coughing fit. "Really?"

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

Evan laughed at Skye's reaction, He took in what Skye had told him about her losing it & accepted her apology. He understood that she had moments of her losing her self-control, Just like he did. "It's okay Skye, I completely understand. I've had those moments too. No need to apologize." Evan then told Skye the tour story he had mentioned. "Yeah, We were in New Jersey. A really bad part of New Jersey, Anyway, We were playing at a place called ironically called "The Asylum" because we later found out that the people there were all former teen & adult psych ward patients and while we were playing. Some guy had run up on stage & sliced the side of my face with a broken beer bottle. I kept playing & near the end of our set, We were robbed of our gear & the guy who owned the place refused to pay us. So, we got in the van & got the hell out of there. We went down to a local hospital that was near. And we got my face patched up & headed to New York for our next gig."

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

Dan ended up rambling about the whole 'Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain' theory, despite the fact that Kyle probably wasn't interested at all, but Dan sure as hell was, he could stay up all night watching conspiracy theory videos in his bed. Which is probably the first thing he'd do when he got his electronics back (if he got them back before he got out of here.) He eventually saw that there were only a selective few in the cafeteria, mostly kids who were being interrogated by staff members to eat, as they probably had some form of eating disorder. "Holy crap, I'll see ya around." Dan spoke distractedly, standing up and taking his plate to the wash pile, before going to the direction of the TV room.
Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

Dan ended up rambling about the whole 'Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain' theory, despite the fact that Kyle probably wasn't interested at all, but Dan sure as hell was, he could stay up all night watching conspiracy theory videos in his bed. Which is probably the first thing he'd do when he got his electronics back (if he got them back before he got out of here.) He eventually saw that there were only a selective few in the cafeteria, mostly kids who were being interrogated by staff members to eat, as they probably had some form of eating disorder. "Holy crap, I'll see ya around." Dan spoke distractedly, standing up and taking his plate to the wash pile, before going to the direction of the TV room.
Chimney Swift

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: TF81

Skye winced. "Do you think this one will leave a scar?" She asked, pointing to Evan's cheek.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

Evan looked at the cut that was created by Skye & himself, It was bandaged up. Evan noticed Skye wince at the sight of the bandage on Evan's face. He replied nonchalantly. "Eh, I'm positive It'll heal. I just need to follow up with the nurse & do what she says. And if I do that, It'll clear up quicker." Evan looked at the clock, seeing as how it was almost time for group therapy. He decided to cut their conversation short. "Hey, Uh...it's almost time for group therapy. So i'm gonna head to my room & wait for it to start, But I'll catch up with you later. Okay?"

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: TF81 ElectricDandellion

"Yeah, see ya later..." Group therapy. Skye hadn't done that yet. The nurse had let her off so she could settle in, but the nurse wouldn't give her such mercies anymore. This group therapy would take place between breakfast and lunch. Sheesh. Was it only 10:30 in the morning? The day had felt so long already... Skye spied the girl who had tried to stop her down the hall, and decided to try and talk to her. Playing with a strand of hair, nervously, Skye approached her.

"Hey...." she began nervously, "Sorry about what happened earlier... are you okay? I thought we should have a better first introduction than that."

 

[rivie]

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[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Hallway outside Skye's room
Mentions: Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion

Ernst's eyes slowly raised to face the sound of a nearby voice. It was the second girl who'd walked into the Skye fiasco; the dark-haired and sullen looking girl, Daisy. "Is that your natural color?" She asked, in a tone Ernst could only interpret as innocently curious, an attempt to start a conversation. Ernst was no longer in the mood to chat, but Daisy had been fairly well-behaved throughout the whole incident, unlike his own little pal Evan. So, he decided to humor her.... just this once.
"I suppose you could call it that, yes." He replied hazily, his eyes trailing to the corner of the ceiling and wall. He wasn't exactly sure what else to say to her remark. It wasn't a question he was asked often, though it wasn't the first time either. He was neither offended nor particularly eager to answer. At least her next question was more direct: “Do either of you know where the next group therapy is held?”
Ernst grimaced, a chill running down his spine as she said that. Group therapy. Out of all the facets of the hospital experience, group therapy was the thing Ernst loathed the most. He hated the entire concept of it. Why on earth would he want to share his innermost personal struggles with a group of angry, troubled, hormone-addled peers? But since Ernst seemed to be the only one who realized that, he forced a smile and offered a reply to Daisy's question.
"Group therapy is always in the same room." He gestured down the hall, towards the nearest staircase. "It isn't far, but I can show you down there if you like. I know this place can be... harrowing, at times. But I think in time you'll get accustomed to it. You're Daisy, right? I think I heard someone say that... correct me if I'm wrong."

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Cafeteria -> group therapy room
Mentions: /FONT]

Kyle nodded silently as Dan hurried out, both relieved that the conversation was over and a bit disappointed, letting reality sink back in. The chatter in the cafeteria had fizzled out as the schedule resumed, the only few remaining being coaxed quietly by the staff. With the quiet, he could hear the florescent ceiling lights buzzing, and the air running through the vents... and some other electrical sound, something Kyle couldn't identify. For whatever reason, this kind of ambient noise bothered him just as much as louder sounds. He'd always been sensitive to noise; it was both an OCD thing and a Tourette's thing, and didn't do much good for either condition.
He stayed at the table for an extra minute or two, unable to convince himself to stand up and start walking. It didn't feel right... none of this did. He was likely just overwhelmed from this most recent social situation, but Kyle wasn't consciously aware of that. As usual, his thoughts were a muddled whirlwind, making it difficult to rationalize on the spot. After a while, he stood himself up, absentmindedly chewing his lower lip as he resumed his rhythmic, mechanical walking cycle. It was only now that he noticed how much his wrist hurt...
At first he was going to go to the bathroom, but he remembered that they'd be locked for another half hour. That was fine, but it did mean that he had nowhere else to go but group therapy. Kyle actually kind of liked group therapy, mostly because it was a controlled environment, with rules and guidelines to keep things from turning into an argument or an all-out brawl. That said, sometimes the other kids were noisy, or just... did things that inexplicably bothered Kyle.

By the time Kyle got to the group therapy room, a couple of other patients had already arrived, and started taking their seats. Kyle froze just outside the door, suddenly unsure of where he was supposed to sit. He didn't want to be too close to anyone in particular, in case they wanted to sit next to friends, but that meant he couldn't sit where he usually did. Someone had taken the adjacent seat. He supposed the proper thing to do was ask.. but he couldn't bring himself to. What if they got angry? What if they didn't say anything and he had to decide for himself? His throat felt like it was twisted shut, his eyes wildly moving between his twitch tic and glancing back and forth as he indecisively backed out of the room, then walked back in, standing in the corner against the wall. He took in a shaky breath, hugging his arms to his chest and choosing to silently critique the obnoxiously yellow wallpaper instead of making a decision right now. ​

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Hall——Group therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift Natural Flavour

Daisy nodded as the boy spoke, intrigued as to how his hair had naturally grown blonde and red. It was a curiosity to her. “That’s pretty cool,” she shrugged nonchalantly, tredding from foot to foot in slight awkwardness. She always had a tendency to act or speak rather awkwardly, but she guessed that was due to her disorder. Daisy had always assumed that people probably noticed, but that they didn’t really care, and so not did she as she pursed her lips in thought. It became obvious to her that he wasn’t very inclined to conversation, and she didn’t mind that particularly because she guessed most people in the ward were. Silence or lack of desire to talk wasn’t a surprise, especially for the ‘clinically insane’. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone to want to talk particularly.

As she mentioned the group therapy, she couldn’t help but grin at the boy’s expression, seeing his grimace. He clearly felt a similar way to she did about the idea of group therapy, but even so she saw him force a smile, at which her own seemed so soften. As he gestured down the hallway, her eyes followed, slightly confused as her sightline greeted a staircase. A dead end, in her mind. She’d find it, nethertheless. Better late than never, after all.

As she began to turn to find the room herself, she heard him offer to show her. A kind gesture, the only kind gesture, she had been shown the entire day. Although reluctant to trust another, she felt herself nodding. “Yeah, sure. Beats getting lost.” She mumbled slightly jokingly, a smirk twisting on her lips, starting to head in the direction he had gestured towards. Her eyes glazed over the hallways, before locking back at the boy. Did the nurses speak of new patients? They must’ve given that she hadn’t spoken to anyone all day. “Daisy. Yeah. Sadly,” With a slight roll of her eyes at the name completely oxymoronic to her personality, she quickly added, “I don’t think I know your name,” her brows furrowed slightly in thought, but then again, she hadn’t talked to anyone but nurses the whole day practically, so there was no way she could’ve possibly known his name. “This ward...it’s....Ok,” Daisy found herself looking down the hallways, the luxurious clean bedding, the amount of nurses roaming around. It was a lot more comfortable. A lot more safe.

Before her mouth could open to pass another word, she found the girl from earlier speaking to her. As she greeted her, Daisy found herself cocking an eyebrow slightly. “Okay,” she nodded, looking over almost reluctantly. “My bad, I thought you were all bark no bite,” Speaking softly, she met her gaze with the girl’s. “It’s cool. No worries,” her head bopped slightly in a nod as she spoke, scraping a hand through her own hair and ruffling it in slight awkwardness.

Looking to both patients now, she asked “Do we have to actually talk during group therapy? I’d rather not,”​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: ElectricDandellion Chimney Swift

At the girl- Daisy's?- question (Skye had overheard her say 'Daisy' to the other boy as she had approached from behind), Skye looked down the hallway as if something might jump out at her. She rubbed her elbow, nervously.
"I have no idea.... I hope not." She hoped to learn the others' names and so produced her own. "I'm Skye, by the way... now you guys have something to call me other than 'that kid'..." She laughed, nervously, cringing inwardly at what she just said. Skye often tried to be funny.... it rarely worked or made any sense. Just ended up being really freaking awkward.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Hallway outside Skye's room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour , Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion

"My name? Oh... I'm Ernst. Sorry." It hadn't occurred to Ernst to introduce himself. Such things rarely did. Ernst went quiet for a moment, listening as Skye spoke up to answer one of Daisy's questions. Ernst was a bit taken aback, having almost forgotten that Skye was there. Slye, the youngest of the three, seemed to have calmed down quite a bit since she woke up. Ernst had half a mind to ask her how she was, but he remained silent for fear of seeming too forward. After all, he wasn't sure how much she could remember of the last hour or so, and he certainly didn't want to trigger a relapse. That wouldn't be good for anyone.

"well, if you two want to follow me, I can take us down to the group therapy room." Ernst offered, feeling quite a bit like a tour guide. He took the opportunity to address Daisy's query on whether she would be forced to talk. "Some participation is mandatory, yes, but I think as long as you're there they won't hound you too much." He smiled apologetically, following all too well how it felt to dread these group sessions.
​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway -> Group Therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift ElectricDandellion rivie

Skye nodded, feeling her anxiety lower just a little. She followed behind Daisy and Ernst as they made their way down the hall. Skye always seemed to end up in the back of the group. It was funny, that way. It was just something that always happened. If there wasn't someone behind her, they couldn't be watching her, I guess.

As the three approached the Group Therapy room, Skye looked inside. The room seemed to hold sort of a low-lit, peaceful demeanour. Skye knew it was purposeful and was sort of disgusted by it. Then again, she kind of appreciated that someone thought to make them comfortable. A few people filed in, and Skye noticed one girl with a pillow on her lap, her legs dangling, contentedly. She seemed to be happy to be here. Maybe it wasn't so bad.

The only person Skye wanted to sit beside was Evan, and it didn't look like he was here yet, so she stood up against the wall, looking all around the room. Some kid stood up against the wall, too, a little ways away. Skye didn't mean to stare, but the boy's eye twitched every now and then, and she found herself watching him. Interesting. The boy was about her size, and Skye wondered if she'd get to know him at some point. He... looked kind of cute. She wasn't going to just walk up to him, though.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: The group therapy room
Mentions: Chimney Swift Natural Flavour

Daisy smiled gently as they both told her their names. “Cool. Nice.” She mumbled, semi-unsure as to what to say. She guessed a ‘nice to meet you’ would've seemed much too formal, and she didn’t want to see weird in front of possible friends. They seemed nice enough anyway to be friendly, or considered acquaintances at the very least. “Both of you don’t need to apologise,” The young girl felt herself smirking at their apologetic natures. Ernst apologising for introducing himself, and Skye apologising over an episode that Shen couldn’t control. The two were quite a pair. Weird, but she liked that. At least then she wouldn’t feel out of place being quite weird herself. At Skye’s joke, she didn’t laugh, but forced an amused snort so that She wouldn’t feel so awkward.

As Ernst led them, she took the time to glance around the hallway, getting herself familiar with the marks in the walls, the paint colour too in order to be able to direct herself back when the time came. As Ernst spoke of the talking being somewhat mandatory, she felt her lips purse in an irritated pout. “They can’t force crazy people to do anything,” She mumbled, scratching the back of her head. “I’d like to keep my thoughts to myself, rather than the whole ward wholeheartedly rummaging through my condition,” at the thought, she felt herself scowling as they approached the room.

It seemed a girl was already there, and she looked quite content in her place. Daisy felt her eyes glide around the room, then back at Skye, who was eyeing up a young boy in the corner. Daisy grinned, clearly amused. She felt like telling Skye to talk to him, but instead stuck to herself, stood in the doorway. A nurse, in a clear rush, pushed past Daisy roughly, and she turned in a scowl, feeling her fists clench slightly, but quickly brushing it off with a shake of her head. Head turning to look up at Ernst, she smiled gratefully. “Thanks,” she mumbled before walking to an armchair, sitting in comfort on her own, with hardly any people inhabiting the corner she had chosen. Brilliant. Just what she wanted. She let her back rest against the arm, and her legs flip over the other side as she stared intently at the ceiling.​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway -> Group Therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift , ElectricDandellion , Natural Flavour , rivie

Evan walked down the hallway, going up the stairs. But repeatedly went up & down reluctantly, in order to prevent the gruesome, intrusive thoughts from becoming real. It didn't make any sense, But he had to do it to keep people safe. As he walked into the Group therapy room, He noticed Skye. Obviously, Ernst, And that new girl from earlier. He still hadn't formally introduced himself, Though, The way he did earlier. She probably wanted nothing to do with him. Evan spotted a girl with dyed orange hair, Her twig-like legs happily dangling off the seat with a pillow on her lap. Evan presumed she had the same or similar disorder to Ernst. Judging by her slender physique. He also spotted a young boy, who seemed very unhappy & uncomfortable being there. As Evan took a seat next to Skye, He hoped the staff or nurses will not ask him to take off his glasses. Because, well 1. they were his eyeglasses. And 2. Without the clip-on shades that transformed them into sunglasses, His Social Anxiety would completely decimate him. rendering him basically mute. And these shades that were currently attached to his eyeglasses. Not only protected him from the sun, But also from the crippling fear of eye contact & socializing.

 

[rivie]

ALTER HANNAH

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Chimney Swift Natural Flavour ElectricDandellion TF81
ALTER

"Hello!" Hannah's ears perked up as she heard the entrance of four other patients, she offered them an excited, toothy grin.

"My name is Hannah, what are yours?" Her voice took on a sweet-like-honey tone to it. Her hazel eyes brightened up.

Her eyes fixated on the ginger haired boy she had met before. She dug into her mind, trying to remember his name.

Eddie?

Everett?

No, Ernst!

"Hello, Ernst! I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier! Hannah Havermoth!" She pointed at herself as she unintentionally singled the somber boy out. She didn't realize that she could have embarrassed him.

She pulled her bony hand up and gave the group a wave.

 

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SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: TF81 ElectricDandellion Chimney Swift rivie

Skye grinned, seeing Evan slip into the room and sit beside her. "You ever been to one of these before?" She asked, meaning the group therapy. "The nurses let me skip until now... but they won't baby me anymore." She added, smirking. Daisy sat on the other side of the room by herself and looked as if she were pleased to be so. The boy with the eye twitch hadn't sat down yet and neither had Ernst. The eye twitch boy looked uncomfortable. Skye couldn't seem to get comfortable in her chair. There's always something. But she didn't squirm a lot. She didn't want to look weird. Weird? Ha! C'mon, we're in a frickn mental home.

The happy looking girl from earlier introduced herself to the group as Hannah. Skye filed that away for future reference. She seemed..... off. We're in a mental home, after all. It didn't help Skye's self esteem to remember that she was a nutcase too. Just another unwanted maniac, locked away for convenience. Skye waved halfheartedly at Hannah. Maybe it would keep her quiet? Then again, it would be nice to have someone willingly do all the talking in this dumb session. Sky remembered sorrowfully that she used to be that person in her sunday school class... the teacher always had to tell her to be quiet. Let the others talk. Be 'group minded', whatever the hell that meant. Unfortuantely, Skye didn't have that charm anymore. My sunday school teacher would be proud... if he hasn't forgotten about me altogether....

 

[rivie]

ALTER HANNAH

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Chimney Swift Natural Flavour ElectricDandellion TF81
ALTER
She smiled at a young looking girl who waved back at her. She could sort of tell that the girl didn't really want to talk to here but she didn't mind.

She wondered why that girl was here.

From habit, she moved her eyes across the room, searching for someone to joke with. She clocked a boy with dark brown hair, a sort of handsome face, and a pair of dark shades. She widened her excited eyes and pursed her peeling lips.

She plopped her pillow onto the musty rug, as she hunched her back to be closer to the group of anxious patients. She felt quite a bit out of place in a room full of fear.

"I like your glasses." She mused.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: rivie , Natural Flavour , Chimney Swift , ElectricDandellion

Evan looked at Skye as she asked him if he had been to one of these sessions before. He responded in a laid-back tone. "Yeah, But after a while, you get used to it. And if you don't, You gradually learn to tune everything out." Evan then turned his attention to the long, frizzy, Orange-haired girl who announced her name as Hannah. He Introduced himself formally. "Pleased to meet you, Hannah. I'm Evan Parker." He glanced over at Ernst, Who seemed embarrassed by Hannah singling him out. He noticed Hannah had commented on his glasses "Oh, Thanks. I'm glad, you like them." Evan replied in a friendly tone. He saw that Daisy looked deeply uninterested in this session as most of them were. Except for Hannah, it seemed.

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

To his surprise, Dan was ushered to group therapy. He'd been there once or twice during his stay, and it just reminded him of The Fault In Our Stars,just without the cancer. Instead of cancer or physical illness that they would discuss, it was mental illness.

He made his way to the room, seemingly one of the last people there. So he sat down in one of the chairs and idly tapped his socks against the carpet. He'd noticed that one chair wasn't filled, and it was different from the ones the patients were on, so he guessed that was for whoever was monitoring this group session. His suspicions were correct, as a guy- maybe in his mid to early twenties entered the room. The first thing he noticed was that he had long hair, that was dyed blue at the tips. Dan guessed that he'd be one of those weird hippy therapists. Which he didn't know how to feel about that.

He briefly apologised for running late, before sitting down on the chair with a girl with frizzy orange hair to the right of him, and some guy with moppy brown hair to the left. "Alright, I hope I didn't keep any of you waiting, but I figured since there may be some new faces we should introduce ourselves. I'll start and we'll go to the right of me." He spoke clearly, almost excitedly, like he wanted to be dealing with some mentally ill kids.

"So we'll say our name, age, and a fun fact about us, like this;" He cleared his throat
"I'm Ryland, I'm twenty-six years old, and I love making smoothies." Ryland introduced, Dan chewing at his lip anxiously as he waited for his turn to speak, which he was not looking forward to.

rivie , TF81

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Spoiler: mobile vers

To his surprise, Dan was ushered to group therapy. He'd been there once or twice during his stay, and it just reminded him of The Fault In Our Stars,just without the cancer. Instead of cancer or physical illness that they would discuss, it was mental illness.

He made his way to the room, seemingly one of the last people there. So he sat down in one of the chairs and idly tapped his socks against the carpet. He'd noticed that one chair wasn't filled, and it was different from the ones the patients were on, so he guessed that was for whoever was monitoring this group session. His suspicions were correct, as a guy- maybe in his mid to early twenties entered the room. The first thing he noticed was that he had long hair, that was dyed blue at the tips. Dan guessed that he'd be one of those weird hippy therapists. Which he didn't know how to feel about that.

He briefly apologised for running late, before sitting down on the chair with a girl with frizzy orange hair to the right of him, and some guy with moppy brown hair to the left. "Alright, I hope I didn't keep any of you waiting, but I figured since there may be some new faces we should introduce ourselves. I'll start and we'll go to the right of me." He spoke clearly, almost excitedly, like he wanted to be dealing with some mentally ill kids.

"So we'll say our name, age, and a fun fact about us, like this;" He cleared his throat
"I'm Ryland, I'm twenty-six years old, and I love making smoothies." Ryland introduced, Dan chewing at his lip anxiously as he waited for his turn to speak, which he was not looking forward to.

rivie , TF81

 

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Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Evan Parker TF81 , Skye Jensen Natural Flavour , Hannah Havarmoth rivie , Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion , Kyle Fiddler​

Ernst silently inspected the room for a moment or two after leading the two girls in. They seemed to be one of the last few in, as several seats were already taken up. Daisy immediately headed off into the corner, which led Ernst to assume she wished to be left alone (a wish he respected, and often shared). Skye and Evan sat together, though Skye kept looking back at a younger boy, with long dark hair and a dazed expression occasionally interrupted by erratic flinches. Just as Ernst was about take a seat, a distinctly high-pitched voice called out his name. Startled out of his reverie, Ernst stiffened and pivoted around to face the source of the sound. Hazel, the waifish, orange-haired girl who'd approached him at breakfast. Oddly enough, she introduced herself with a different name entirely... Hannah Havermoth. Ernst couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, but he waved back at her still. "Hello, Hannah." he said back, a bit hesitantly. She then ran back to talk to Evan, which Ernst took as his cue to find a place to sit. He ended up taking one of the last few vacant seats, on Skye's left, opposite of Evan. Hopefully this session would be brief and uneventful, and hopefully no one would be compelled to spill their whole guts out to the group. That happened every now and again, and Ernst always observed that it never made anyone feel better (contrary to what the staff often promised).

Just then, the usual therapist rushed in. As much as Ernst hated group therapy with every fiber of his being, he couldn't help but like Ryland. Out of all the staff, Ryland seemed the most happy to be there, and Ernst had a good deal of respect for that. It certainly took a lot of willpower to like this place. Willpower or ignorance. Since there were several new kids today, Ryland seemed to think it was a good idea to go around and introduce the circle. Ernst frowned, his shoulders sinking slightly. These sorts of icebreaker exercises always made him intensely uncomfortable. He was only two or three seats away from Ryland, which meant he didn't have a lot of time to think up an appropriate "fun fact" about himself. Oh, no... we're off to a bad start.


Kyle Fiddler
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Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour

As Kyle was anxiously dissociating himself from the situation, he couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes on him. He turned his head, a bit too suddenly (which hurt his neck), finding himself locking eyes with a girl around his own age. give or take a year. Her shortly cropped brown hair and large, bright blue-green eyes gave her a sweet, almost childish appearance that did not at all reflect the place they were all in. She seemed to be watching him, observing... examining, perhaps. He was uncomfortable with this for a brief moment, before reminding himself that this is exactly what he did all the time. In fact, wasn't that what he was doing right now, staring back at her for the last ten or fifteen seconds? It was almost enough to make Kyle consider whether he made people uncomfortable, but he wasn't in the mental state for that kind of critical thinking. Instead, he simply gasped sharply and ducked his head down, going a bit pale, his head jerking slightly to the side every time his eye moved.

Kyle really should have taken a seat by now. He was the only one who hadn't, still standing in the corner like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck. But even making this small and inconsequential decision of where to sit was... too much. He realized how stupid this was, to be under so much pressure over something most people wouldn't even think twice about, but his mind just kept coming up with nonsensical scenarios in which this decision could somehow be the herald of disaster. Even when Ryland walked in, Kyle barely seemed to notice, until the therapist started talking. Ryland usually said the same thing every morning, but this time it was different... and small differences were something Kyle picked up on very easily. It just so happened it was enough to force him out of his current train of thought and back into the current session, with the circle of patients and the obnoxious yellow wallpaper, and the fact that he was now very much the only one not in the circle yet. Wait, we're already starting?! Gah! Time moves too fast- As is often said, time flies fast when you're completely spaced out and cracking under the weight of an imaginary dilemma.

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