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

[Ariel]

O D E T T E

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Odette cracked a smile when the red-headed boy shook her off. It was to be expected, as she was kind of overstepping boundaries at that point, not that she cared all that much. Odette experienced a sadistic pleasure when it came to messing with others. It wasn't that she liked to see them hurt, but it was so easy to manipulate others with the simplest of actions. People were fragile, feeling creatures that often needed one another more than they'd ever like to admit. What happens when someone is around too many people? They complain about it. What happens when they're stranded alone for a very long time? They lose their freaking mind. All of these perplexities, while they interested her quite a lot, as she considered herself just outside the realm of humanity, were dualed by another part of her mind that couldn't, or maybe didn't want, to see other people as nothing more than pawns or play things. They've only really been stepping stones to some other goal or pleasure, for Odette, aside from the rare person that actually cracks through her shell of apathy and sarcasm and whom she actually starts to care about. And then, there was another small part of her that felt lonely and wanted something a little more normal. That part was banished from the forefront of her mind and veiled with other thoughts to keep herself distracted.

Air whistled out of Odette's lips as she looked up and realized she was standing in an empty hallway and had been for some time after getting pushed out of the girl's room. It was one thing to lose oneself to thoughts but to drown in them and lose a sense of time? Odette made a mental note to keep the deep, existential thinking to a minimum. Odette had always been in a sort of tug of war between sanity and insanity. Maybe the better metaphor would be that she was lost in a sea of madness and treading water. The short gurgles of air she got were the humbling and rare instances where sanity returned to her but she wasn't a very good swimmer and getting thrown in the loony bin was like getting a cinder block tied to her ankle. Real, honest fear bubbled up inside her when she thought about one day losing her mind completely and never being able to return to how she was. Of course these feelings were suppressed and pushed away instantly. While physical pain wasn't something her body really registered, it only seemed to make the emotional pain and turmoil that much more pungent, especially when instead of coming in specific emotions, it was more like abstract feeling.

A sudden hand on her arm made her jump and she looked up to see a younger doctor, maybe in his late thirties or early forties looking down at her.
"Why aren't you in group therapy?"
Odette scoffed instantly and moved a couple steps away from him.
"Why aren't you? Do I need to have a word with your manager about this? You can't keep slacking off, Gary- Hey!"
The doctor grabbed her arm firmly, yet gently and began guiding her down the hallway without a word. She struggled to keep up with him as his legs were much longer than her own. Finally they stopped in front of a door and if Odette listened closely, she could hear talking coming from beyond it.
"The more you listen and do what you're told, the faster you get to get out of this place. I'd remember that if I were you."
With that he walked away and Odette wondered if there were perhaps any more good guy doctors in this place.

But the man was right. She did want to leave. Badly. She wasn't sure how much time it would take for her to lose her mind here and frankly her contempt grew for the place by the second. So she'd be a good girl and listen... a little bit.
With a sigh, she removed the stolen lab coat, rolled it up and tossed it in a ball in the hallway. And then she walked inside.

It appeared a lot of patients had already taken their seats like good little noodles, including a certain red-haired noodle she'd rubbed the wrong way earlier who was sitting beside the girl who'd had a meltdown. There was a couple chairs empty beside one another and on either side were people she didn't recognize and wouldn't really care about if she did. Side characters really and too plain for her liking. Still, Odette opted for one of those empty chairs, across from patients she'd seen prior and sat down with her feet planted on the ground and her hands gripping each of the arm rests. She wasn't in the mood for any of this and didn't care if she arrived late and interrupted it or not. Her attention was immediately fixed on a particularly ugly and saggy ceiling tile as she sank into her thoughts again.

 

[rivie]

ALTER HANNAH

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

As the therapist asked for a fact about each patient, she reached deep into her mind, trying to think of something interesting to say about herself. As she thought, she swung her legs.

"I'll go first!" Hannah took initiative, knowing that most of the other patients were not as outgoing as she is.

"I'm Hannah Havermoth, I'm 14 years old and---- I was the captain of the dance team in school. We won sectionals!" Her voice took on a prideful tone to it as she hopped up and gave the quiet group a twirl. As she did so, she held up the hems of her hospital gown, imitating a princess in a ballgown.

The group looked at her with a puzzled tone, she giggled and sat back down.

 

[Raizel]

Name: Aoba
Location: SPRINTING INTO GROUP THERAPY BECAUSE HIS BEAUTY TREATMENTS TOOK TOO LONGAND HE IS NOT A GOOD NOODLE
Mention: ...whoever is in the room

Dashing into the room, he sort of threw the door abruptly, before straightening himself out and acting calm, meandering his way over to a seat. He wasn’t one to interact much in group therapy but did have to attend anyways. His blue hair was neatly combed, he wore a pair of glasses he did not need, and Aoba wore a simple white button up with black pants. His socks were crisp white, clean. His buttons on the shirt and pants a matching teal to his hair.
“....sup...” Hearing the question, he raised his hand. “I used to have a huge closet full of designer shoes. I miss them.”

Blinking, he laughed. “How ditzy! I forgot, although... those who met me better know my name... I am Aoba, I think.... yes, I am still fifteen and going on sixteen.”

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Group therapy room
Mentions: crossofjesus Chimney Swift Natural Flavour Raizel rivie Ariel TF81

Daisy felt herself grimace at the thought of sharing her deepest and most personal issues in front of the whole group, of which she only slightly knew a few, and even then she didn’t want them to know how she thought, how she processed her thoughts, and how psychotic they made her as a person. It just didn’t seem right to intrude on the issues of others, so why were they allowed to rumage through hers? It was surely a joke. She was here to supposedly get better, not get worse by feeling the need to isolate herself further. Stretching out her legs, Daisy groaned in annoyance, eyes scanning the plain paint of the ceiling, looking specifically for abnormalities. There had to be at least one. She liked seeing the abnormalities in things, the polar opposite of someone with OCD. But then, that’s what she supposed she didn’t like in ordinary people, and, though wouldn’t admit it, enjoyed her time amongst wards and with the ‘clinically insane’ they made for interesting people.

As the therapist walked in, Daisy found herself in awe of his hair. Much like how she felt with the girl with orange hair. Was there a hairdresser in the ward? Because all of their hair seemed beautiful, though she would never be able to dye her hair herself- or let anyone else for that matter. The fear of the change being too drastic was far too overpowering for her to think otherwise. The therapist, who she assumed was, as his posture seemed to scream authority, had blue tipped hair, something Daisy wondered how he had blended so neatly. Though, because of the length of his hair, she couldn’t help but assume he’d have them in a tight circle, holding hands whilst he played acoustic guitar and they sang songs that he’d wrote himself.

But, as he spoke of them introducing themselves with a fun fact, Daisy braced herself with a wince. She had to think up a fun fact about herself, although she’d been jumping from hospital to hospital for years now. Nothing about her existence wasn’t particularly fun, hence the need to be medicated to feel even the slightest emotion that things were going to get better. It had been years; she doubted it. Her eyes rushed to the girl with the orange hair, who seemed much too keen. Hannah, she had introduced herself as, or so Daisy had heard earlier, seemed eager, so eager that it made Daisy irritated. It was one thing to be forced into group therapy, but to listen to people talk about dance and to be so excited made her slightly envious. Daisy found herself shuffling deeper into her seat, awaiting her turn as anxiety seized her heart.

When her turn eventually came, and she was sat in a chair, with two empty chairs on either side, she found herself turn, planting her feet firmly in the ground, and then continuing to smile almost sinisterly. Placing her left arm across her lap, and her right hand to balance her chin, she stroked her chin in thought. “Hm, let’s see,” she mumbled, voice sickly sweet, “I’m Daisy, I am 17, and my fun fact?” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest at the same time she crossed her right leg over her left. “My fun fact is that if I have to sit through listening to supposedly ‘fun facts’ an hour for every day that I’m here, and let’s be honest, I’m definitely not going to getting out any time soon-“ Her eyes stayed firmly on the therapist, “I am going to have to use that dainty little pen in your hand,” Eyes glazing over to the pen in the man’s hand momentarily, she darted her eyes back up to his, moving a soft finger over her neck, until it stopped to prod a place in her throat, “to shove straight into my jugular, and end this pitiful cycle of living altogether.” Daisy had hoped to strike shock in some patients as she took her original position back in her chair, finding the dent in the ceiling that seemed quite interesting.​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Raizel rivie Ariel Chimney Swift ElectricDandellion

Skye's eyes darted all around. Too many people. An Asian boy raced in and grabbed a seat.... designer shoes? Why? That weird Hannah girl was definitely crazy, jumping up to do a twirl as if she were five.... Someone else, a pale blonde girl, came in... The eye twitch boy hadn't found a seat yet, and it seemed everyone had forgotten about him.... Skye felt bad, as it seems she had made him more uncomfortable. Skye's teeth chattered ever so slightly, as they always did when her anxiety was aroused. Then Daisy made a suicide comment and Skye found herself gasping, involuntarily, just a little too loudly. Now some people were staring at her. And well, shit, it should be her turn, cause the circle thing seemed to be abandoned anyway.

"I... I....." Just go with what you know. "I'm Skye.... Skye J-Jensen... and I'm" hell, how old am I? "14. Y-Yeah, and...." It wasn't too hard to come up with a fun fact, despite it not being that fun. Skye was very self aware, and didn't struggle with finding something to say. Problem was, what didn't let everyone too far in? Shit. She had taken too long already. "And I..... I...... can play piano. S-sort of... anyway... I c-c-" That damn stuttering. It always came with the anxiety, and often made it worse. Skye knew it would get easier if she could resort to non verbal communicating for awhile. Her turn was almost over. She gripped the edges of her chair, her knuckles turning white. "I.. I can't read m-music, y'know, b-b-but..." Skye suddenly realized she didn't know where she was going with this, and panic seized her. Her eyes stung, and Skye gave all her energy to NOT letting the tears come. "b-b-but I can chord, and have a natural gift changing keys and" Too long. Finish. "Well, shit, that's all." Skye would be super wimpy until the end when she pulled it together and finished something in a way too tough and causal tone with usually a cuss word or two, somehow thinking that would repair her reputation? What a dork.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: rivie , Natural Flavour , crossofjesus

Evan could sense by Skye's stutter, that she seemed overwhelmed by having everyone's eyes on her. The Orange-haired girl named Hannah struck Evan as frightening. He had this feeling, something wasn't right with her. besides her abnormally skinny body. And this Ryland guy was like someone straight from the 1960s in the way he talked. 'Wow, this guy is like if the Hippie teacher from Beavis & Butthead & The teacher from Daria, Mr. O'Neil had a One night stand with a Social Justice Warrior from Tumblr. I mean really dude? Smoothies? Fun facts? This is a fucking Adolescent Psychiatric ward, Not fucking Kindergarten.' Evan thought as he studied Ryland, Evan decided that since the Circle concept was thrown out. He might as well get it over & speak next. "Hey, I'm Evan, Evan Parker. I'm 17, And a few fun facts about me are. I am a former Military Brat, I play guitar & sing in an experimental rock band named Gemini, And I can play Piano as well."

 

[crossofjesus]

ryland pier

"That's hella interesting, Hannah." Ryland smiles, seeming almost puzzled because he could've sworn that was not her name. Ryland soon mentally shrugged the confusion off, as he was told from Hazel's (or rather, Hannah's) had psychiatrist that the girl had DID, so he almost understood. Another patient, Aoba who had opened the door quite dramatically, spoke about his designer shoe collection. "Well geez, aren't you a lucky guy." He grins, chuckling slightly. He then listened intently to what another girl- Daisy, as she revealed had to say. He almost frowned at her 'fun fact', as he was trying to break the ice here. "Oh, no, we aren't gonna be listing fun facts every session, we're mostly doing this because of new patients in the ward and so everyone gets to know each other." He spoke, hoping he wouldn't get anymore snarky replies. While he did know how it felt to be in a place like this, he really only did this to sort of- normalise the situation these teens were in. The next person to speak was this girl, Skye, who had been put under the ACT this morning, so he understood why she was being somewhat jittery when she spoke. "Thank you for sharing that, I can play some piano too." He smiles, somewhat trying to make the anxious girl more calm.

The self proclaimed military brat spoke up, he smiles and nods. "Seems like we've got some musicians here, huh?"

/coded by allure/

dan belle

Dan idly listened to people speak, and by the time the second person to speak introduced himself- Aoba, his name was, Dan was convinced that this idea of fun facts was dumb, and honestly pushing some kids out of their comfort zone. Which is the worst zone to be pushed out of, in Dan's opinion. Daisy had spoken, and he snickered quietly at her response to the therapist. Though hoping they wouldn't have to introduce eachother every session. Cause it felt stupid, This whole thing was stupid. He wish he was just in a one on one session with his psychiatrist right now.

Dan tapped his foot on the floor boredly as some others introduced themselves. He got nervous, knowing it'd be his turn soon. He hadn't even thought of a fun fact, he didn't want to share one either.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

RYLAND

"That's hella interesting, Hannah." Ryland smiles, seeming almost puzzled because he could've sworn that was not her name. Ryland soon mentally shrugged the confusion off, as he was told from Hazel's (or rather, Hannah's) had psychiatrist that the girl had DID, so he almost understood. Another patient, Aoba who had opened the door quite dramatically, spoke about his designer shoe collection. "Well geez, aren't you a lucky guy." He grins, chuckling slightly. He then listened intently to what another girl- Daisy, as she revealed had to say. He almost frowned at her 'fun fact', as he was trying to break the ice here. "Oh, no, we aren't gonna be listing fun facts every session, we're mostly doing this because of new patients in the ward and so everyone gets to know each other." He spoke, hoping he wouldn't get anymore snarky replies. While he did know how it felt to be in a place like this, he really only did this to sort of- normalise the situation these teens were in. The next person to speak was this girl, Skye, who had been put under the ACT this morning, so he understood why she was being somewhat jittery when she spoke. "Thank you for sharing that, I can play some piano too." He smiles, somewhat trying to make the anxious girl more calm.

The self proclaimed military brat spoke up, he smiles and nods. "Seems like we've got some musicians here, huh?"


DAN

Dan idly listened to people speak, and by the time the second person to speak introduced himself- Aoba, his name was, Dan was convinced that this idea of fun facts was dumb, and honestly pushing some kids out of their comfort zone. Which is the worst zone to be pushed out of, in Dan's opinion. Daisy had spoken, and he snickered quietly at her response to the therapist. Though hoping they wouldn't have to introduce eachother every session. Cause it felt stupid, This whole thing was stupid. He wish he was just in a one on one session with his psychiatrist right now.

Dan tapped his foot on the floor boredly as some others introduced themselves. He got nervous, knowing it'd be his turn soon. He hadn't even thought of a fun fact, he didn't want to share one either.

TF81 Natural Flavour ElectricDandellion Raizel rivie

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour , Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion , Hannah Havermoth rivie , Evan Parker TF81

Ernst's time to think had soon run out. The rest of the group had begun to introduce themselves... poor Skye seemed even more uneasy than he was, Daisy finished off her blurb with an off-color joke, and Hazel - or Hannah - seemed to be much more of a giggly ingenue than Ernst remembered from their chat this morning. He couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at Evan's response. God, Evan could be so blunt sometimes. Who really calls themselves a military brat?

Ernst was already dreading this session, but he didn't really want to cause a scene by not participating. He cleared his throat, awkwardly straightening his posture.
"...I'm Ernst Vogel. I'm 16, and..." He paused. This was the part of this spiel that he was particularly unexcited for. He didn't find any aspect of his personality or past to be particularly "fun". So, with a defeated wince, he opted for the most benign fact that came to mind: "I was born in Cleveland, Ohio." It was a stupid response, and hardly qualified as a fun fact, and of course Ernst was slightly embarrassed by this. There are few cities in the world more boring than Cleveland. But at least his response was better than nothing, and certainly better than Daisy's morbid jest (which she was quite likely to hear about later, of Ernst knew this place).

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Skye Jensen Natural Flavour , Ryland Pier crossofjesus , Evan Parker TF81 Aoba Raizel

Kyle stayed in the corner, listening wordlessly to the introduction. Standing up for so long was getting uncomfortable, but he was still far too nervous to find somewhere to sit in the circle. So, to avoid the fast approaching meltdown, he just distracted himself by memorizing people's names and ages. A lot of these people he'd already heard of, but his fascination with learning about people meant that he was too curious to stay spaced out. The most interesting thing, by far, was learning that Skye could play piano (and was apparently a year older than him.) Aw, crud... I'm always gonna be the youngest. He thought, with a grim pout of his lower lip, quietly twisting locks of his wavy dark hair around his fingers until am involuntary jerk of his head caused him to painfully yank out a few strands. 'ouch!' He hissed under his breath, blushing slightly as he put his hands in his pajama pockets to avoid further accidental injury, not that it would probably do much. He had no control over what he did, so he had to compensate by having control over everything else. Some days, he was more prone to injurious tics, and the stress certainly wasn't helping.

Apparently the boy with the shades, Evan, was also a pianist, along with a few other musical talents. And Aoba was a shoe collector, which was hardly surprising given his prim mannerisms. Hannah, a skinny girl withy dyed orange hair, seemed the most enthusiastic out of the whole group, oblivious to the fact that others were getting bothered. As for Kyle, he was still a little too overwhelmed to participate. Maybe later... when his stomach stopped hurting and his mind stopped racing. Thankfully, Ryland hadn't decided to enforce anything yet.​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift , crossofjesus

Evan glanced over at Ernst chuckling at his introduction, He wondered 'What was so funny?' Evan decided before the group progressed that he had to know. It was eating away at him. He turned his head quickly towards Ryland and began to speak "I'm sorry to break the non-existent flow of this circle, But I have to ask. What's so funny Ernst?" Evan asked with a puzzled tone. 'Did I do or say something funny? If so, what was it?' Evan thought. Evan was seated in a sort of slouching position with his arms crossed as his head turned back to Ernst.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: TF81 Chimney Swift

Skye's eyes widened at Evan's question to Ernst. Sitting in between the two boys, it didn't feel like a very safe place to be. Skye's eyes were the only part of her active, as that was something that happened with her anxiety. She'd appear to totally zone out and she wouldn't move. It wasn't safe to move. But her eyes searched the room desperately. I really hope Ernst won't do anything drastic....

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Evan Parker TF81

Ernst stiffened in surprise when Evan called him out, quickly quieting down and turning back to Evan. It seemed Evan was remarkably perceptive, and perhaps a bit annoyed by Ernst's slightly disrespectful show of amusement. "Oh... it’s nothing. Sorry." He replied curtly, lacing his fingers together in his lap. He felt like explaining the situation would only prolong the encounter, and Ernst wasn't too keen on making yet another scene. Besides, he hadn't necessarily meant to offend Evan. They were just... very different from each other, really. Ernst was quiet and standoffish, and could be quite cold when not in a manic episode. Ernst cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with the group. "...Can we carry on?"​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift , crossofjesus

Evan decided not to pursue the question. Evan nodded at Ernst's apology. "Yeah, please Ryland, Continue." Evan agreed with Ernst's plead to move the group along as he turned back towards Ryland. Evan had nothing against Ernst. But it got to him because he felt Ernst was somehow making fun of him Even though that wasn't his intent. Evan didn't hold that belief for very long & brushed it off as if it had never occurred.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Chimney Swift TF81 crossofjesus

Skye sighed a silent breath of relief and untensed her shoulders as Evan and Ernst didn't end up getting into a fight. As Evan addressed Ryland, asking him to continue, Skye watched him too, secretly wondering if they were gonna get into some hippie thing. Hopefully not. I could barf. I wonder if this dude smokes pot. He looked like it, maybe. But then how would the psych ward let him in to lead group therapy? Skye realized how judgmental she was being and slumped down in her chair, letting out a quiet, annoyed sigh. Just get on with it.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Group therapy room
Mentions: everyone

Daisy smirked as she heard Skye gasp, though she wasn’t looking for the confirmation of other people’s shock to drive her into speaking again. Honestly, she had really felt, at that very moment, like stabbing herself in the neck having to listen to fun facts. Some ‘fun facts’ were obviously forced, like Ernst’s, claiming where he lived before Ward life. Another young boy talked of his shoe collection, and the way Hannah twirled in her dress really had Daisy under the impression that this was the place the orange-haired girl belonged. Skye was clearly uncomfortable, not knowing what to say and dragging it on as she did so. In an attempt to comfort her, Daisy sent her a soft smile, reassuringly nodding gently at her before staring back at the same damn dent in the ceiling that had now grown annoying- it just thought it could intrude on the perfection of the rest of the ceiling? It was bloody ridiculous. Someone always had to ruin something, and that dent was ruining her mood even more. Though, hearing a snicker at her comment, she cocked an eyebrow, gaze following the sound to see a boy of whom she tried to suppress a smirk, not wanting to anger the therapist further. Quite content with what she had said, she hummed a quiet song to herself, feet tapping away to the beat as she did.

Hearing the therapist address her, she lifted her head from the dangling position it had from lying across the arm chair. Daisy undoubtedly enjoyed the slow pressure that passed through her head the longer her head had been upside down, and having had to lift her head was a minor inconvenience. With a half-frown on her face, she listened with relief as he said they were not going to be listing fun facts every session, though she still didn’t want to be in group therapy. The fact that he had said they needed to be introduced for the sake of new patients, her being a very new patient, she withheld a scoff. As a new patient, she did not want to be forced to unload her trauma onto others on the first day of her arrival. Nor did she want unwanted people to attempt to befriend her when she really didn’t need to. Daisy was at the ward to get better, not make friends. With her bipolar and suicidal tendencies, she doubted that others would bother to cope being her friend with such drastic fluctuations. She didn’t expect them to. “Quite frankly, I’d rather not be sharing my personal experiences and emotions with strangers. Just because I know their ages, names and fun facts doesn’t mean they can know why I’m here and what’s going through this porridged brain of mine,”

Her attention, though, suddenly snapped to see Ernst and Evan arguing. Hand angrily gripping the arm of the chair as Evan spoke, she snapped her head towards his direction. “You called yourself a military brat? I’m sure that’s why he’s laughing,” She frowned with confusion. Wasn’t that obvious? Daisy really didn’t want to be there. Standing to her feet, she moved to leave the room before a nurse stood almost threateningly towards the door, gesturing Daisy to sit down. Daisy sat slowly, glaring daggers at the nurse. “I’m not a fucking psychopath, I should have the right to leave instead of listening to everybody else’s sad, sad stories when I have my own one to deal with.”​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: @Spiritual Shrub Chimney Swift crossofjesus (on mobile rn, I’ll tag properly later)

Skye’s eyes widened and her heart rate sped up uncomfortably when Daisy acted out. I don’t know what a military brat is, and I don’t know why it’s suddenly such a big deal... Skye looked at Evan curiously, wondering if he would somehow answer her unasked question. A nurse moved threateningly towards Daisy, and Daisy was yelling at the nurse now. Everyone’s emotions always affected Skye, and she was scared now. Wide eyed, she looked at Ryland. Do something! You’re in charge here! She wanted to say it, but words wouldn’t come. Skye pulled her knees to her chest, a little ball on the big, somewhat comfy chair, and watched, wide eyed, the drama unfolding in front of her. This is not good. This is NOT good.

 

[TF81]

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

Evan cocked his head over at this girl he had a brief encounter with earlier in Skye's room along with Ernst. The girl had announced her name as Daisy. He was a bit annoyed at people misquoting his title, Evan had no idea why Military brat was funny. if it was because of the word Brat. then that was a pretty immature reason. If it was because they never heard of the term until Evan brought it to light, then that was understandable. Evan decided to correct Daisy. "Correction, I said Former Military brat. If you guys are unfamiliar with the term. I'd be happy to explain it. If you guys want." Evan offered happily.

 

[crossofjesus]

ryland pier

He had pursed his lips into a tight, thin line as an argument as sure to erupt if he didn't step in soon enough. The last thing he wanted is for the teens to be arguing, as from past experience, kids in the ward who came from rough homes would often spiral into panic when arguments, yelling and cursing were involved. The last thing that Ryland wanted was to accidentally bring back someone else's traumatic memories.

"Hey, guys- I think we should let everyone else introduce themselves before we move onto discussing todays topic." He spoke calmly, but loud enough so that his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the passive aggressive tones. Another pessimistic sentence was spoken from Daisy, to which Ryland would link into discussing the reason why the ward did group therapy. "I understand this whole group situation may sound petty to you, but a lot of articles have come out about how group therapy and individual therapy are often great when paired together. At Westhoven the main part of why we use this technique is so that you guys are able to relate to eachother and share coping mechanisms or maybe even find a friend here during your stay." He explained, hoping that would allow Daisy to look at these sessions from a different perspective.

"But hey, while everyone else is introducing theirselves, you can think up a topic to talk about today." He finished, looking around the room expectantly, waiting for someone to introduce themselves.

(@ everyone i GUess?)

/coded by allure/

dan belle

Dan tugged at the hospital bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It was loose, but not so loose that it would slip right off. It felt like a watch to him, it just didn't tell the time. (That is, if you don't count his date of birth)

Ryland brought Dan out of this self induced trance with his upbeat sounding voice, his eyes lazily met the tips of the therapists' bright blue hair, he was droning on about why group was good, blah, blah, blah. He'd zoned in and out throughout the time Ryland was talking. Which was weird to him, as he wasn't tired, and he'd gotten enough sleep. At some point he'd stopped talking, which snapped Dan back to reality, looking up. Ryland had an expectant look in his eyes, there wasn't anyone talking, so Dan decided he'd take one for the team and introduce himself.

"'M Dan Belle, fifteen and..." He didn't have a fun fact. Shit.

He glanced around the room quickly, his eyes darting from wall to wall as he tried to find something he could turn into a fun fact, he considered saying something lame like he likedthe colours of the walls, but that'd just be a lie. He could also say how he had a black cat named Tabithia back home, but he didn't want to make it look like he was showing off. Quickly, he looked down at his wrist, scanning the hospital bracelet he had been messing around with before. His eyes stopped on his birthday, when he got a great idea for a fun fact.

"I'm a cancer- shit no! Gemini, gemini." He nods slightly, before sitting down quickly to spare himself anymore embarrassment.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

RYLAND

He had pursed his lips into a tight, thin line as an argument as sure to erupt if he didn't step in soon enough. The last thing he wanted is for the teens to be arguing, as from past experience, kids in the ward who came from rough homes would often spiral into panic when arguments, yelling and cursing were involved. The last thing that Ryland wanted was to accidentally bring back someone else's traumatic memories.

"Hey, guys- I think we should let everyone else introduce themselves before we move onto discussing todays topic." He spoke calmly, but loud enough so that his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the passive aggressive tones. Another pessimistic sentence was spoken from Daisy, to which Ryland would link into discussing the reason why the ward did group therapy. "I understand this whole group situation may sound petty to you, but a lot of articles have come out about how group therapy and individual therapy are often great when paired together. At Westhoven the main part of why we use this technique is so that you guys are able to relate to eachother and share coping mechanisms or maybe even find a friend here during your stay." He explained, hoping that would allow Daisy to look at these sessions from a different perspective.

"But hey, while everyone else is introducing theirselves, you can think up a topic to talk about today." He finished, looking around the room expectantly, waiting for someone to introduce themselves.

(@ everyone i GUess?)


DAN

Dan tugged at the hospital bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It was loose, but not so loose that it would slip right off. It felt like a watch to him, it just didn't tell the time. (That is, if you don't count his date of birth)

Ryland brought Dan out of this self induced trance with his upbeat sounding voice, his eyes lazily met the tips of the therapists' bright blue hair, he was droning on about why group was good, blah, blah, blah. He'd zoned in and out throughout the time Ryland was talking. Which was weird to him, as he wasn't tired, and he'd gotten enough sleep. At some point he'd stopped talking, which snapped Dan back to reality, looking up. Ryland had an expectant look in his eyes, there wasn't anyone talking, so Dan decided he'd take one for the team and introduce himself.

"'M Dan Belle, fifteen and..." He didn't have a fun fact. Shit.

He glanced around the room quickly, his eyes darting from wall to wall as he tried to find something he could turn into a fun fact, he considered saying something lame like he likedthe colours of the walls, but that'd just be a lie. He could also say how he had a black cat named Tabithia back home, but he didn't want to make it look like he was showing off. Quickly, he looked down at his wrist, scanning the hospital bracelet he had been messing around with before. His eyes stopped on his birthday, when he got a great idea for a fun fact.

"I'm a cancer- shit no! Gemini, gemini." He nods slightly, before sitting down quickly to spare himself anymore embarrassment.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

Daisy Rowe
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: everyone

Looking to Ryland, she simply shook her head. “I don’t want to relate to someone because we are all clinically insane and emotionally unstable,”

Daisy snapped her gaze to Evan, eyes narrowing. “Shit, my bad. Former military brat. I should’ve listened more closely to your fun fact, but in all honesty, I’d rather watch paint dry. I’d rather listen to white noise on repeat for a solid hour.” It was clear that Daisy was beginning to have another episode, and she clenched her jaw so tightly she could’ve sworn the pressure would make her teeth shatter into a million little fragments. “Thanks for the kind gesture, but no, I don’t want. What I do want is to get out of this fucking hellhole. And, you know what? I will.” An almost sadistic grin crept onto her face as she shook her head. “Don’t correct those crazier than you, Evan. Not the best of ideas, if I do say so myself.” Daisy stood again, and this time the nurse didn’t stop her. “Daisy, calm down,” the nurse mumbled, putting both hands up defensively as she edged closer to her. “I’m not violent. Stop acting so damn fearful. I’m not bloody tall enough to hurt anyone God damnit!” Daisy mumbled defensively, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her anxiety was getting the better of her in the situation. Quite frankly, it had set off her episode altogether- the anxiousness of having to spill her mental illness to everyone, and them all thinking she was insane, made her draw into a slight panic attack like state. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Daisy whispered under her breath, both hands deep in her hair, pulling it hard under stress. The nurse eventually got close enough to coax Daisy back into her seat, the young girl struggling to fight back tears of frustration. Why the hell couldn’t she control her emotions? Why did it always hit her all of a sudden?

The nurse eased Daisy’s hand out of Daisy’s hair, gently placing her hands down into her lap. “Breathe,” she mumbled as Daisy wheezed for breath.​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: ElectricDandellion

Daisy was yelling at everyone, and then she was just plain freaking out. Skye stood up and race to her side before she really realized she was doing it. Then she was stroking Daisy's hair. Skye's actions surprised her. They had just happened. And heck. Where did this motherly nature come from? Daisy was likely a few years older than her. I know where it came from. Being all by herself, Skye had longed someone would do this to her. And the few times when her introverted friends had shown they were upset, Skye did everything she could to help... even if her extroverted methods didn't help her introverted friends. She just wanted to be helpful... and to be helped. Skye wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn't, her tongue seemingly stuck to the roof of her mouth. So she focused all her energy on the physical action of comforting Daisy.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: ElectricDandellion , Natural Flavour

Evan was taken aback by Daisy's comment about his correction, He kind of felt he deserved it in some way. But He also was caught off guard by Daisy's Snarky response about him being crazy. He decided to fight fire with fire. "Don't assume people are more or less "Crazier" than you, Dasy. Especially when you don't know a thing about their disorder. And about being labeled as crazy. If i may quote a line from the novel & movie One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. "You're no crazier than the average asshole out walkin' around on the streets." Evan replied in a very calm, but yet harsh way.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy (aka in-between a rock and a hard place... with fire)
Mentions: ElectricDandellion TF81

Now Evan was yelling at Daisy. Skye was scared, even though Evan wasn't yelling at her. Skye had never seen Evan angry before. "Don't fight.." she whispered, in a barely audible, teeny voice.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion Skye Jensen Natural Flavour Ryland Pier crossofjesus

"... Oh, dear." Muttered Ernst, tapping his finger against his chin as he watched Daisy's outburst, his narrow lips pressed together in an expression of unease. He didn't seem alarmed; it was almost as if he'd expected this to happen. He'd known people like Daisy before. They just seemed to thrive off of making a scene, as if it somehow quelled their internal turmoil. A nearby nurse approached to calm Daisy, taking hold of the agitated girl's hands. Ernst flinched, knowing that if he were in Daisy's shoes that nurse would be on the floor right now. He had no idea why it was protocol to touch panicky folks. He didn't know anyone who didn't hate that.

Just then, to Ernst's horror, Skye got up out of her seat and approached Daisy, gently reaching up to stroke her hair. Ernst's jaw dropped. Oh no, you don't want to do that... He thought, though he couldn’t make himself say it out loud. It was like watching a toddler walk up to a rabid raccoon. It was just... bound to go wrong, and he just found himself wondering if Skye knew better or if this was some sort of sacrificial move. It was nerve wracking to watch, but Ernst steadfastly refused to interfere, side-eying Ryland with a concerned look. These sessions were awkward and horrible enough as it was... why did this have to happen now?

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Daisy Rowe ElectricDandellion Skye Jensen Natural Flavour Ryland Pier crossofjesus Evan Parker TF81

Poor Kyle... this day was really off to a rough start.
A conversation he had been inadvertently eavesdropping between 3 of the older kids had gotten heated very quickly. Then, too suddenly for Kyle to comprehend why, Daisy broke down and started verbally assaulting Evan, the older boy in the shades. Kyle instinctively flinched back toward the wall, clamping his hands over his ears. He'd had enough experiences with violently angry people to have developed a gag-reflex to these kinds of situations. He was breathing in sharp, quick gasps, putting as much distance between himself and the situation as possible without leaving the room. He wanted to leave the room, he really did, but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to, and rules were the only thing that was keeping this from becoming a bloodbath.

Alarmingly, Skye decided to step in. Skye, the one who'd been watching him earlier. In a split second, Kyle suddenly came to the realization that someone was going to hurt her. And, maybe it was just because they were the same size, but he couldn't stop recalling all the times he'd been hurt in situations like this. It was like they were scripted... It always ended the same way.

Though he was almost literally sick with worry, he had to do something, anything to make them stop. Without even really processing what he was doing, he ran up to Ryland, stumbling most of the way, and roughly nudged his arm, followed by a quick accidental blow with his wrist. His eye-head twitch wouldn't stop long enough for him to get actual words out, but he just hoped Ryland would have the authority to do something, anything... even something as simple as calling security.​

 

[crossofjesus]

ryland pier

This calm setting had turned into anything but that in almost under a minute, and Ryland was mentally hitting himself for not stepping in sooner. Daisy was currently being assisted by a nurse, whom he decided to direct his attention to first. Going over to grab the nurse's attention, he ordered her quickly to take Daisy to see her psych. He wasn't going to 'force' Daisy to be here, seeing that she h was truly heating things up in the room. Ryland wasn't judging, he'd dealt with cases worse than Daisy before, but at the end of the day it did give him a headache.

"Guys- Guys!" He raised his voice, only slightly, not to scare anyone, but to gain attention.

"Daisy, you're gonna go see your psychiatrist today, but we'll hopefully see you at group tomorrow unless they want you to take a break." He instructed to the distressed girl carefully, hoping not to encourage more outbursts that would overwhelm the other- already overwhelmed patients. He managed to usher Skye off Daisy, before sighing deeply, and sitting back down. "Is everyone okay with continuing? Because feel free to take a break outside if you need one, at least after I explain some rules." He nods, gaining his confidence as if nothing had happened.

/coded by allure/

dan belle

He had let out an audible squeak when Daisy had spat fire towards Evan, then Evan spat back to Daisy. It was chaos, therapy and chaos didn't seem synonymous with each other, and he wasn't super thrilled to have one of his first group therapy sessions turn out like this.

Dan picked at his fingernails, trying to distract himself, or at least dissociate from the situation. He wanted to go find a place to hide in this room, and he would only come out when he knew for a fact nobody was going to be screaming in this room that was becoming cluttered to him, though his non-panicked mindset would know that there wasn't a speck of mess in this room.

He decided that he hated it here, and if he could, he'd fake his way out if it was the last thing he did.

He soon heard Ryland's voice overlapping the crying, yelling, mumbling and hyperventilating. Finally this hippie had stepped in. Though even while Ryland was showing control of the situation, Dan still wouldn't dare to lift his head from his curled up, ball-like position he'd subconsciously assembled into throughout all the fighting.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

RYLAND

This calm setting had turned into anything but that in almost under a minute, and Ryland was mentally hitting himself for not stepping in sooner. Daisy was currently being assisted by a nurse, whom he decided to direct his attention to first. Going over to grab the nurse's attention, he ordered her quickly to take Daisy to see her psych. He wasn't going to 'force' Daisy to be here, seeing that she h was truly heating things up in the room. Ryland wasn't judging, he'd dealt with cases worse than Daisy before, but at the end of the day it did give him a headache.

"Guys- Guys!" He raised his voice, only slightly, not to scare anyone, but to gain attention.

"Daisy, you're gonna go see your psychiatrist today, but we'll hopefully see you at group tomorrow unless they want you to take a break." He instructed to the distressed girl carefully, hoping not to encourage more outbursts that would overwhelm the other- already overwhelmed patients. He managed to usher Skye off Daisy, before sighing deeply, and sitting back down. "Is everyone okay with continuing? Because feel free to take a break outside if you need one, at least after I explain some rules." He nods, gaining his confidence as if nothing had happened.


DAN

He had let out an audible squeak when Daisy had spat fire towards Evan, then Evan spat back to Daisy. It was chaos, therapy and chaos didn't seem synonymous with each other, and he wasn't super thrilled to have one of his first group therapy sessions turn out like this.

Dan picked at his fingernails, trying to distract himself, or at least dissociate from the situation. He wanted to go find a place to hide in this room, and he would only come out when he knew for a fact nobody was going to be screaming in this room that was becoming cluttered to him, though his non-panicked mindset would know that there wasn't a speck of mess in this room.

He decided that he hated it here, and if he could, he'd fake his way out if it was the last thing he did.

He soon heard Ryland's voice overlapping the crying, yelling, mumbling and hyperventilating. Finally this hippie had stepped in. Though even while Ryland was showing control of the situation, Dan still wouldn't dare to lift his head from his curled up, ball-like position he'd subconsciously assembled into throughout all the fighting.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Hell
Mentions: ElectricDandellion crossofjesus

Ryland motioned for Skye to go back to her seat, and she did, and then curled up on the chair, watching everything with wide eyes. Daisy was being escorted out, and Skye couldn’t help but hope that she would be okay. Maybe Skye would go see her later... No, that’s silly. You butted yourself in to try and help, but you didn’t help. You failed. Maybe she doesn’t want to see you. Maybe she doesn’t even LIKE you. Skye thought for a minute. Ofcourse, Daisy butted herself in to help me earlier.... maybe in some way, she appreciated what I did. Skye didn’t have confidence in that thought, however. I just wanted to help... She thought miserably. But I’ve never been helpful, ever.

 

[ElectricDandellion]

DAISY ROWE

Daisy felt herself tense up when Skye came closer and touched her hair. Her arm hair stood on end as she clenched her teeth, breathing becoming even more uneven. What was with these people and touching others so easily? Didn’t they know it didn’t work that way? Daisy’s eyes snapped across the room, looking over at Ernst, then the little boy who seemed very scared. She couldn’t help but feel bad, but then again she couldn’t control her actions properly in states like these. Her hand gripped Skye’s tightly, almost throwing it away from her scalp. The actions she had performed, although she meant well, had only left Daisy uneasy and feeling uncomfortable. The touch of other’s when not expected or when having an episode was like setting fire to Daisy’s skin. “Get off of me,” She spoke calmly now, nostrils flaring as she avoided all eye contact with Skye, not wanting to see the girl responsible for her feeling uneasy as well as stressed and anxious. It wasn’t a good mix, and the feel of her stomach flipping had her closing her eyes in desperation for the situation to stop.

As Evan spoke, her eyes narrowed and she felt her heart rate suddenly rapidly rising. “How about a quote from the everso intriguing autobiography “Daisy’s life”,” Daisy began, quote marking her words. “‘Shut the fuck up’,” Her eyes were seething with anger, and although Evan’s words didn’t offend her, they aggravated her. “When you’re stood quoting from novels, I see where my error lies. You really are the craziest person here, aren’t you?” Stabbing her words, she was glad that Ryland eased her away from Skye. As he spoke of leaving, she slowly nodded her head, eyes darting around the room as the nurse began pushing her towards the double doors.​