ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Corrupt nuns, potential nightmarish monsters, and conspiracies: what's not to love?
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Happy Home for the Criminally Insane (ColdHarem & PiperAllen)
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PiperAllen
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"Hey... it's okay. I didn't mean to upset you.. just put the knife down, alright?" Cara shook her head slightly, her hands shaking. She wished Andrew would just shut the hell up. She needed him to stop talking. Did he think that how he was trying to calm her down was working? He had threatened to tell her parents! Cara didn't even want to think about what her parents would do if they found out that the man they had picked out for Cara thought she was insane. Cara needed to shut him up. It would be so easy. She was holding a knife, Andrew didn't want to hurt her even if he was defending himself. She didn't want to hurt him either, but she didn't have a choice. She never had a choice.
Cara remembered killing her fiance in vivid detail. The scene played in her mind over and over again as she wandered the halls of the asylum. She remember how she had panicked about slitting his throat, how she had begged him to wake up. How she had cried and said she was sorry. She didn't want him dead, she had only wanted him to be quiet. Why couldn't he have understood that? She remembered running into the street in her nightgown, still clutching the bloody knife with white knuckles. She remembered how she had decided to burn the house down. She didn't ever want to see Andrew's body, and maybe she wouldn't get in trouble if everyone thought Andrew had died in a fire. Cara remembered how she was panicking too much to be very careful with lighting the house on fire. She hadn't meant to burn down the neighbor's house too. She hadn't meant to kill the family inside, the six people she had burned haunted her.
Cara continued to wander the halls of the asylum. She didn't seem aware of the fact that there were tears streaming down her face. She had only been sent here recently. She didn't know her way around yet. She didn't remember the way back to her room, but she didn't think she was that lost. She didn't come across many other patients. She didn't know where they all were, but she appreciated the silence. She continued walking, going in no particular direction. She didn't seem aware of that fact that the floor was quite cold to her bare feet. She didn't remember where she had left her shoes. After a few more minutes of walking in silence, Cara began to feel nervous. Someone was watching her. Part of her knew that that wasn't true. She was completely alone, but the part of her that was quickly becoming terrified had the upper hand. Her pace quickened. She wanted to get away from the demon that was behind her. She began to run, getting more and more panicked. The demon was really going to kill her this time. It was going to kill her because she killed all of those people. She had to get away!
Cara turned the corner of yet another hallway. All of the hallways and rooms looked the same, how would she ever find somewhere safe? She paused for a moment before hurrying down the hall. She wasn't running, thinking that maybe if she was quite, the demon wouldn't find her. After a moment, she spotted an open door and rushed to it. She entered the room, shutting the door behind her. She took a few steps back, her wide eyes staring at the door. The form of a passing patient looked like a shadowy demon to her. She turned and went to the corner of the room farthest from the door, falling to her knees. Curling up into a ball, she ran her fingers over the scars on her wrist with a shaking hand. She desperately wished she had something sharp, so she could kill herself before anything else could.
Cara remembered killing her fiance in vivid detail. The scene played in her mind over and over again as she wandered the halls of the asylum. She remember how she had panicked about slitting his throat, how she had begged him to wake up. How she had cried and said she was sorry. She didn't want him dead, she had only wanted him to be quiet. Why couldn't he have understood that? She remembered running into the street in her nightgown, still clutching the bloody knife with white knuckles. She remembered how she had decided to burn the house down. She didn't ever want to see Andrew's body, and maybe she wouldn't get in trouble if everyone thought Andrew had died in a fire. Cara remembered how she was panicking too much to be very careful with lighting the house on fire. She hadn't meant to burn down the neighbor's house too. She hadn't meant to kill the family inside, the six people she had burned haunted her.
Cara continued to wander the halls of the asylum. She didn't seem aware of the fact that there were tears streaming down her face. She had only been sent here recently. She didn't know her way around yet. She didn't remember the way back to her room, but she didn't think she was that lost. She didn't come across many other patients. She didn't know where they all were, but she appreciated the silence. She continued walking, going in no particular direction. She didn't seem aware of that fact that the floor was quite cold to her bare feet. She didn't remember where she had left her shoes. After a few more minutes of walking in silence, Cara began to feel nervous. Someone was watching her. Part of her knew that that wasn't true. She was completely alone, but the part of her that was quickly becoming terrified had the upper hand. Her pace quickened. She wanted to get away from the demon that was behind her. She began to run, getting more and more panicked. The demon was really going to kill her this time. It was going to kill her because she killed all of those people. She had to get away!
Cara turned the corner of yet another hallway. All of the hallways and rooms looked the same, how would she ever find somewhere safe? She paused for a moment before hurrying down the hall. She wasn't running, thinking that maybe if she was quite, the demon wouldn't find her. After a moment, she spotted an open door and rushed to it. She entered the room, shutting the door behind her. She took a few steps back, her wide eyes staring at the door. The form of a passing patient looked like a shadowy demon to her. She turned and went to the corner of the room farthest from the door, falling to her knees. Curling up into a ball, she ran her fingers over the scars on her wrist with a shaking hand. She desperately wished she had something sharp, so she could kill herself before anything else could.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Sat in the patients lounge, a long, draughty room with spindly furnishings and impressive arches, Daniel was having great fun with the other inmates. Margret, a woman in her late sixties who was spirally into dementia, once a renowned opera singer, who now only ever sang, never spoke, was rocking back and forth in her chair singing 'da' over and over again. Having been stuck with these people, what, was it two years now? By now Daniel knew how to entertain himself amongst his fellow nutjobs and loopies, and all you had to do was plonk a note out on the crappy piano forte in the lounge and Margret would sing it back to you. When all you had to do all day was either be locked up in isolation or waste around your time amongst other head-cases, you got pretty desperate when it came down to entertainment.
Still, it passed the time, and Margret seemed to enjoy it, though it was hard to tell after she had her last stroke, as her face was permanently limp to one side. The other crazies downstairs in the lounge at that moment were only Jones - killed his brother with a hatchet when he was twelve, been in the asylum for over twenty years, a mute - and Lucinda, who scratched anyone who came close. Margret was the best offering they had that day. But Margret was old, and tired quickly of singing; not long after Daniel had initiated the game with her, she started shrieking in shrill protest, curling over herself. The attending nun came rushing, hushing her as she wrestled Margret back into her seat. Not long after, when Margret kept screaming, she went to fetch the other nuns.
Daniel knew what came next, and didn't fancy sticking around to watch. Slipping out of his seat, he stepped out of the lounge, taking to the corridors. His medication meant he could socialise properly now, enjoy it even, but he still tired of it, still found trying to focus on one thing, one person, exhausting. Whilst his room was drab and screamed 'crazy person', it was also quiet and devoid of nuns and other crazies. What more could he ask for?
Sighing, Daniel opened the door and shuffled in, closing the door again and leaning back against it, shutting his eyes. Being medicated and feeling sane sometimes felt even more exhausting than, well, the dark days. The days when ever corner was dark, every shadow black and even the light, no matter how blinding, vanished. At least then the escape of nothing had been always there, waiting...
Shaking his head, Daniel knew he ought to know better than to think like this. Like the nuns always said, he was a monster either way; he might as well choose to be one in control. Opening his eyes, he stepped away from the draw and went to fetch some water from the shitty en suite attached to his room. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he spotted the girl in the corner.
Facial recognition... it was something Daniel sometimes struggled with. Commentary ran through his head - pretty, scared, possible fellow schizo, mid-panic attack, quite frankly unwelcome but hell what could he do? - until eventually it clicked. She was her, the new girl, the one the news had been crawling all over thanks to the drama of her crime and her background. There was a name, but he struggled to recall it.
"Cara," he realised allowed, before looking her over. What she was clearly going through was more than familiar to him, and he knew how he was supposed to deal with it, having been handled himself a hundred times. "Clara," he said again, taking steps towards her, crouching down to her level so as to seem less intimidating. "Clara Allen. Your name is Clara Allen, you're in the Asylum, the time is two pm. You're safe." Possible lie. The nuns were probably just strapping Margret into the chair now; the fun would begin any second. It never made much difference, though it did tend to make her docile for a couple of days, but he reckoned the nuns got a real kick out of it. He'd overheard the youngest one singing to herself, belting songs out like her life depended on it. She sung like a drowning cat. Every time she was on duty, Margret ended up going to 'the chair'. Disconnected thought didn't prevent Daniel from putting two and two together.
"You're safe. My name is Daniel, Daniel Dante. Can you tell me yours?" He didn't know how bad her case was, though clearly she had the crazy bad enough to be stuck in here.
Still, it passed the time, and Margret seemed to enjoy it, though it was hard to tell after she had her last stroke, as her face was permanently limp to one side. The other crazies downstairs in the lounge at that moment were only Jones - killed his brother with a hatchet when he was twelve, been in the asylum for over twenty years, a mute - and Lucinda, who scratched anyone who came close. Margret was the best offering they had that day. But Margret was old, and tired quickly of singing; not long after Daniel had initiated the game with her, she started shrieking in shrill protest, curling over herself. The attending nun came rushing, hushing her as she wrestled Margret back into her seat. Not long after, when Margret kept screaming, she went to fetch the other nuns.
Daniel knew what came next, and didn't fancy sticking around to watch. Slipping out of his seat, he stepped out of the lounge, taking to the corridors. His medication meant he could socialise properly now, enjoy it even, but he still tired of it, still found trying to focus on one thing, one person, exhausting. Whilst his room was drab and screamed 'crazy person', it was also quiet and devoid of nuns and other crazies. What more could he ask for?
Sighing, Daniel opened the door and shuffled in, closing the door again and leaning back against it, shutting his eyes. Being medicated and feeling sane sometimes felt even more exhausting than, well, the dark days. The days when ever corner was dark, every shadow black and even the light, no matter how blinding, vanished. At least then the escape of nothing had been always there, waiting...
Shaking his head, Daniel knew he ought to know better than to think like this. Like the nuns always said, he was a monster either way; he might as well choose to be one in control. Opening his eyes, he stepped away from the draw and went to fetch some water from the shitty en suite attached to his room. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he spotted the girl in the corner.
Facial recognition... it was something Daniel sometimes struggled with. Commentary ran through his head - pretty, scared, possible fellow schizo, mid-panic attack, quite frankly unwelcome but hell what could he do? - until eventually it clicked. She was her, the new girl, the one the news had been crawling all over thanks to the drama of her crime and her background. There was a name, but he struggled to recall it.
"Cara," he realised allowed, before looking her over. What she was clearly going through was more than familiar to him, and he knew how he was supposed to deal with it, having been handled himself a hundred times. "Clara," he said again, taking steps towards her, crouching down to her level so as to seem less intimidating. "Clara Allen. Your name is Clara Allen, you're in the Asylum, the time is two pm. You're safe." Possible lie. The nuns were probably just strapping Margret into the chair now; the fun would begin any second. It never made much difference, though it did tend to make her docile for a couple of days, but he reckoned the nuns got a real kick out of it. He'd overheard the youngest one singing to herself, belting songs out like her life depended on it. She sung like a drowning cat. Every time she was on duty, Margret ended up going to 'the chair'. Disconnected thought didn't prevent Daniel from putting two and two together.
"You're safe. My name is Daniel, Daniel Dante. Can you tell me yours?" He didn't know how bad her case was, though clearly she had the crazy bad enough to be stuck in here.
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PiperAllen
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Cara froze when she heard someone say her name, not looking up. She was convinced that this was when she would die, and the thought terrified her because if she was going to die, she wanted to be in control of it. When whatever had said her name came closer, she held her breath, covering her mouth with one hand. She looked at the person in front of her when he crouched down. She stared at him for a long moment, in fearful silence until she realized that the man in front of her was not, in fact, a demon. She heard him tell her her name, where she was, the time.. and that she was safe. His name was Daniel. He didn't look familiar. She wondered if he was real. She hoped so.
"Cara." She said quietly, looking up and making eye contact with Daniel for a moment before glancing away. She was still panicky, although she didn't think there were demons in the room anymore. "Cara Allen.. you are real, right?" she asked, looking at Daniel hopefully. She let out a shaky breath and wiped her the tears off her cheek with the back of her hands. "I can't tell sometimes." she murmured, her voice still shaking. She glanced around the room, realizing that she wasn't familiar with it. "I don't know where I am." she said quietly, before shaking her head. "I mean, I know where I am. I'm in the Asylum, you just told me that but I don't know where I am in the Asylum because I panicked and.. and ran into a random room.." her voice trailed off and she winced, realizing that she was rambling. She was still shaking, but managed to calm down quite a bit. She was glad she had calmed down before a nun found her.
"Cara." She said quietly, looking up and making eye contact with Daniel for a moment before glancing away. She was still panicky, although she didn't think there were demons in the room anymore. "Cara Allen.. you are real, right?" she asked, looking at Daniel hopefully. She let out a shaky breath and wiped her the tears off her cheek with the back of her hands. "I can't tell sometimes." she murmured, her voice still shaking. She glanced around the room, realizing that she wasn't familiar with it. "I don't know where I am." she said quietly, before shaking her head. "I mean, I know where I am. I'm in the Asylum, you just told me that but I don't know where I am in the Asylum because I panicked and.. and ran into a random room.." her voice trailed off and she winced, realizing that she was rambling. She was still shaking, but managed to calm down quite a bit. She was glad she had calmed down before a nun found her.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Daniel didn't want to sound like he was playing the role of the sadist, but it felt oddly... exhilarating to be on the other end of this. Watching her was like watching a crude imitation of himself, the crudeness deriving from the accuracy of it. Either they hadn't stepped up her meds yet, or they weren't working. It wouldn't surprise Daniel if they weren't; the worst part about being schizo was that no one understood it, hell, people barely even knew how to apply the term. The word was broad, encompassing, and terrifying in how open in possibilities it could be. Being the one to calm someone else down during an attack was somewhat surreal, but he liked it, liked feeling as if he were in control for once.
Looking her over, he took in the scars on her wrist, the way she scratched at them. He could empathise. "You're in my room in the asylum, and that's why I'm here, so yes, I'm real. I've been here two years. I'm guessing you're a schizo- schizophrenics? Because if so, welcome to the team." He smiled, careful not to show his teeth - maybe it was only a trigger for him, but he could never handle seeing people's teeth - and to stay on the reassuring, friendly side. "It'll be alright, you'll learn the rooms, they all look the same, you'll learn to recognise them during the episodes." He wished he got this kind of treatment during his attacks. Good luck finding a nun who would tell you you're safe. They were more prone to trying to exorcise you, but hey, what could be more fun than when you think the world in caving down around you than a little bit of thinking you're possessed?
Standing up, Daniel offered her a hand to get up. "When did you move in? You hair looks nice by the way," he added, distracted momentarily. Blinking to clear his head, he tried to stay focused on her, waiting to help her up.
Looking her over, he took in the scars on her wrist, the way she scratched at them. He could empathise. "You're in my room in the asylum, and that's why I'm here, so yes, I'm real. I've been here two years. I'm guessing you're a schizo- schizophrenics? Because if so, welcome to the team." He smiled, careful not to show his teeth - maybe it was only a trigger for him, but he could never handle seeing people's teeth - and to stay on the reassuring, friendly side. "It'll be alright, you'll learn the rooms, they all look the same, you'll learn to recognise them during the episodes." He wished he got this kind of treatment during his attacks. Good luck finding a nun who would tell you you're safe. They were more prone to trying to exorcise you, but hey, what could be more fun than when you think the world in caving down around you than a little bit of thinking you're possessed?
Standing up, Daniel offered her a hand to get up. "When did you move in? You hair looks nice by the way," he added, distracted momentarily. Blinking to clear his head, he tried to stay focused on her, waiting to help her up.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara let out a quiet sigh of relief when Daniel said he was real. She had thought so, but she supposed it was always good to make sure. She took Daniel's hand and stood up, dropping his hand quickly. She thought over his questions for a moment, looking troubled for a moment before speaking. She didn't like to hear the term 'schizophrenic,' it made her feel like she was crazy. Which she was, but the word served as a cruel reminder. She grabbed at her wrist again, running her thumb over the scars. "Yeah, I'm... a schizo." She looked at Daniel. He was smiling. He seemed sane, well, at least more sane than the majority of the people here. Cara smiled slightly, nodding slightly when Daniel told her she would get used to this place.
"I've only been here for a few days. I dunno exactly how many.." She informed him. She wondered if Daniel had to be locked up for the rest of his life. He had already been here for two years, so maybe. Cara didn't think many people left this place. Except if they died, of course. She was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Thanks for being nice to me." She said, smiling a little. "Most of the other people here have just yelled at me... including the nuns." She frowned, wrapping her arms around herself. "But you don't seem that crazy."
"I've only been here for a few days. I dunno exactly how many.." She informed him. She wondered if Daniel had to be locked up for the rest of his life. He had already been here for two years, so maybe. Cara didn't think many people left this place. Except if they died, of course. She was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Thanks for being nice to me." She said, smiling a little. "Most of the other people here have just yelled at me... including the nuns." She frowned, wrapping her arms around herself. "But you don't seem that crazy."
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Laughing, Daniel shook his head in dismissal of her thanks. "The nuns are the craziest folk in this madhouse," he said with a coy smile, his eyes giving her a once over again. It helped him to at least stay focused on her that way, his thoughts jumping between her body language to her speech to her hair to her body language and so on. "Though we all try our best to give them a run for their money. Try not to meet me on one of my bad days and hey, maybe you can keep that high opinion of me. It'd be nice to have someone who doesn't think the devil's in me around here."
He'd missed this, chatting. Once he'd been so good at it, and even in the early days of the descent, he'd still been good at it. Losing the ability to charm people, to be a people person, that had been the hardest part, never mind anything else. Well, okay, maybe becoming a fully-fledged murderer had been pretty shell-shocking too, but you get the point, right? It was nice to have someone else around who wasn't so loopy he couldn't hold a conversation with them, and one that wasn't even about how sweet it was to cut up a body at that. She seemed nice in a slightly off, lil' bit crazy kind of way. He liked her already.
"Come on, you can't be caught in my room or the old hags will think we're fraternising, and we can't have none of that now can we?" Daniel said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise, resisting the urge to go over the top and roll his eyes. "You need any help settling in? I don't remember my first few days here they were so long ago, but I'm pretty sure I didn't get the warmest of welcomes. Once you're introduced good and proper to everybody you'll learn your way around. You on meds yet?" Daniel asked, going to the door and opening it, holding out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion and making a bit of a show of it so that she knew not to take him too seriously. It was best not to given the crazy.
He'd missed this, chatting. Once he'd been so good at it, and even in the early days of the descent, he'd still been good at it. Losing the ability to charm people, to be a people person, that had been the hardest part, never mind anything else. Well, okay, maybe becoming a fully-fledged murderer had been pretty shell-shocking too, but you get the point, right? It was nice to have someone else around who wasn't so loopy he couldn't hold a conversation with them, and one that wasn't even about how sweet it was to cut up a body at that. She seemed nice in a slightly off, lil' bit crazy kind of way. He liked her already.
"Come on, you can't be caught in my room or the old hags will think we're fraternising, and we can't have none of that now can we?" Daniel said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise, resisting the urge to go over the top and roll his eyes. "You need any help settling in? I don't remember my first few days here they were so long ago, but I'm pretty sure I didn't get the warmest of welcomes. Once you're introduced good and proper to everybody you'll learn your way around. You on meds yet?" Daniel asked, going to the door and opening it, holding out his arm in a gentlemanly fashion and making a bit of a show of it so that she knew not to take him too seriously. It was best not to given the crazy.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara chuckled at Daniel. He seemed so normal. Then again, so had she. She supposed you never really knew about people. That being said, she had missed talking to people. Though it was true she was never a huge fan of conversation, having everyone you ever talked to either dead or hate you made you realize that conversation isn't the worst thing in the world. She thought over what Daniel had said about someone thinking the devil was in him. She wondered if the nuns actually thought the patients were possessed. Maybe they were. Cara frowned for a moment before shrugging the dark thoughts away. She would try to figure out the possibility of acting being possessed by a demon later. She chuckled again, stepping into the hall.
"I got some medication when I first got here, but nothing since then. I don't think." She said thoughtfully. "The doctors don't really tell you much about anything they give you, or diagnose you with, or anything." she sighed softly. She paused thoughtfully. "You've been here a few years.. so can I ask you something?" She asked, running her hand through her hair. "Does this place ever feel less... terrifying?" She asked, looking at Daniel with a slight frown.
"I got some medication when I first got here, but nothing since then. I don't think." She said thoughtfully. "The doctors don't really tell you much about anything they give you, or diagnose you with, or anything." she sighed softly. She paused thoughtfully. "You've been here a few years.. so can I ask you something?" She asked, running her hand through her hair. "Does this place ever feel less... terrifying?" She asked, looking at Daniel with a slight frown.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Laughing again, Daniel smirked to himself, bowing his head. So she was aware of that side of this place already; a bad sign for her. "You want the nice answer or the honest one? Because I'm happy to tell you that it only gets better, that you realise nothing's in the shadows and actually, the nuns are the sweetest gals you'll ever meet," Daniel said, and even he could hear the bitterness infringing on his tone. "But if you want the truth, which is a pretty rare thing in a place like this, that'll all only get worse." Grinning brightly, Daniel looked at her. "If you weren't mad when you got here, I can almost guarantee you'll be it if you ever get out."
Having led them back to the patients' lounge, from which Margret was now missing, Daniel wandered over to one of the chairs by a table littered with playing cards and plopped himself down, making himself comfortable. The attending nun was still absent, so at least they could talk freely. "You'll be fine if you just take your meds and avoid getting into trouble. It's the ones who cause problems that have a tendency to go missing - although I believe the official term is 'passed away in the night'. But hey, as a paranoid schizophrenic, I'm programmed to think these things." Kicking his legs over the arm of the sofa, Daniel looked down at his lap, pulling a hand of cards off of the table and leafing through them. "So it's probably best not to think to much on anything I say. 's all crazy talk."
"...Anyyywaaay," Daniel said after a moment of thinking on that, drawing out the word and smirking. "You ain't ever gonna get a clear idea what's wrong with you, but it ain't the doc's fault, 's just nobody knows all that much. We're enigmas, you and I. Total mysteries- which sounds rather romantic, I think." He looked Cara over again. She was pretty, which would do her no favours with the nuns, and probably more than she wanted with the doctor, but hey, she hadn't tried to kill anyone in the madhouse yet, so he smiled. "I reckon you'll do just fine."
Having led them back to the patients' lounge, from which Margret was now missing, Daniel wandered over to one of the chairs by a table littered with playing cards and plopped himself down, making himself comfortable. The attending nun was still absent, so at least they could talk freely. "You'll be fine if you just take your meds and avoid getting into trouble. It's the ones who cause problems that have a tendency to go missing - although I believe the official term is 'passed away in the night'. But hey, as a paranoid schizophrenic, I'm programmed to think these things." Kicking his legs over the arm of the sofa, Daniel looked down at his lap, pulling a hand of cards off of the table and leafing through them. "So it's probably best not to think to much on anything I say. 's all crazy talk."
"...Anyyywaaay," Daniel said after a moment of thinking on that, drawing out the word and smirking. "You ain't ever gonna get a clear idea what's wrong with you, but it ain't the doc's fault, 's just nobody knows all that much. We're enigmas, you and I. Total mysteries- which sounds rather romantic, I think." He looked Cara over again. She was pretty, which would do her no favours with the nuns, and probably more than she wanted with the doctor, but hey, she hadn't tried to kill anyone in the madhouse yet, so he smiled. "I reckon you'll do just fine."
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara followed Daniel to the patients' lounge, nodding at what he said. She had hoped to hear that being in this place got better after a while, but she was glad that Daniel had been honest with her. So many people lied to her, and most of the time she knew they were lying, which made it worse. "I think I'm already mad." She said absentmindedly. "At least that's what people have told me." When she and Daniel reached the patients' lounge, she looked around. She had only been here once before, right after she arrived at the Asylum, so she didn't remember it very well. She followed Daniel over to where he sat down. She sat down across the table from him, chuckling.
"I would probably think of worse things happening to patients than just going missing." She admitted with a slight smile. She glanced around the patients' lounge again, watching the other patients wearily until Daniel spoke again. She chuckled at what he said about being a mystery sounding romantic. "I supposed it kind of does." she said, returning the smile. She liked Daniel. He didn't scare her, for one thing. Maybe it was because they were both schizos. She didn't know if she had ever met someone with schizophrenia before now. He was also nice to her. Which was a pleasant change compared to people telling her to just shut up and act normal. She paused, tilting her head slightly to study Daniel. "What did you do to get locked up in here?" she asked curiously.
"I would probably think of worse things happening to patients than just going missing." She admitted with a slight smile. She glanced around the patients' lounge again, watching the other patients wearily until Daniel spoke again. She chuckled at what he said about being a mystery sounding romantic. "I supposed it kind of does." she said, returning the smile. She liked Daniel. He didn't scare her, for one thing. Maybe it was because they were both schizos. She didn't know if she had ever met someone with schizophrenia before now. He was also nice to her. Which was a pleasant change compared to people telling her to just shut up and act normal. She paused, tilting her head slightly to study Daniel. "What did you do to get locked up in here?" she asked curiously.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
"Well, you know, considering what you did and all, and the fact that you're in here, yeah, you're probably crazy," Daniel said with a shrug, seeing no point in bullshitting about it - that tactic had never helped him. "Don't make it your fault though. Some people just are a bit cuckoo in the head. But now you're here, and even if we ain't safe, least other people are."
Sliding the rest of the cards off the table, Daniel shuffled them, absently running a few card tricks through with them before dealing them into two piles face down, thinking over her question all the while. " 'suppose I owe you my crazy, since everyone round here already knows yours. I killed a bunch of people, lot more than you ever did, 'though I don't remember any of it, not most of it anyway. I'd say they were making it up, only I know what I was like back then. I'd call them liars if they said I didn't do some bad shit." Grinning at her, Daniel raised his eyebrows. "I was pretty damn loopy."
"Since I don't remember it though, it's harder to feel guilty, harder to know I need to change. What 'bout you? I mean, you ain't got to talk about it if you don't want to, but you might as well. You're never going to do anything else with you life, so thinking about what you did is all you really got now." Pushing one of the dealt piles of cards towards her, nodding at the cards. "You know how to play anything? I'm pretty bad at everything, can't focus all that much, but you know, I try. Maybe since you're a schizo too we'll be even."
Sliding the rest of the cards off the table, Daniel shuffled them, absently running a few card tricks through with them before dealing them into two piles face down, thinking over her question all the while. " 'suppose I owe you my crazy, since everyone round here already knows yours. I killed a bunch of people, lot more than you ever did, 'though I don't remember any of it, not most of it anyway. I'd say they were making it up, only I know what I was like back then. I'd call them liars if they said I didn't do some bad shit." Grinning at her, Daniel raised his eyebrows. "I was pretty damn loopy."
"Since I don't remember it though, it's harder to feel guilty, harder to know I need to change. What 'bout you? I mean, you ain't got to talk about it if you don't want to, but you might as well. You're never going to do anything else with you life, so thinking about what you did is all you really got now." Pushing one of the dealt piles of cards towards her, nodding at the cards. "You know how to play anything? I'm pretty bad at everything, can't focus all that much, but you know, I try. Maybe since you're a schizo too we'll be even."
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara listened to Daniel with a thoughtful expression. She bit her lower lip as he finished talking. For a moment, she didn't want to say anything. But then she decided that there really wasn't any harm in talking. Clearly everyone here already knew what she had done, it didn't really matter that Cara hadn't said anything herself. She let out a soft sigh, running her hand through her hair before speaking.
"You said you don't remember most of what you did." She said softly. "I wish that I didn't remember either. I remember everything I did in such vivid detail.. it's horrible. And the thing is.. I didn't even mean to kill anybody... I mean, I slit my fiance's throat.. people don't survive that.. but I just.. freaked out and attacked him." Cara looked troubled, tugging at the ends of her hair. "I feel so guilty about it, because I didn't want Andrew dead. I didn't want any of those people dead, but I felt so panicked. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't hit you when you found me." she finished, staring down at the table. This was the first time she had been able to talk about what she had done without crying. She didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to ramble.." she muttered, picking up the cards from the table.
"I don't really know any card games." She said thoughtfully. "Which ones do you like?" she asked, looking at Daniel again.
"You said you don't remember most of what you did." She said softly. "I wish that I didn't remember either. I remember everything I did in such vivid detail.. it's horrible. And the thing is.. I didn't even mean to kill anybody... I mean, I slit my fiance's throat.. people don't survive that.. but I just.. freaked out and attacked him." Cara looked troubled, tugging at the ends of her hair. "I feel so guilty about it, because I didn't want Andrew dead. I didn't want any of those people dead, but I felt so panicked. Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't hit you when you found me." she finished, staring down at the table. This was the first time she had been able to talk about what she had done without crying. She didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to ramble.." she muttered, picking up the cards from the table.
"I don't really know any card games." She said thoughtfully. "Which ones do you like?" she asked, looking at Daniel again.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
"Did you love him?" Daniel wondered aloud before he could stop himself. It was rude to ask, he knew that, but he couldn't stop himself; he never could nowadays. Smiling, he smoothed over the fact that he'd ever asked by sitting up and picking up his pack of cards. "Nevermind, forget I ever asked. I'm sorry you have to remember it all, but hey, at least you have it, at least you can learn. What you've done will help here. No matter what they say to you, at least you have that, what you did. They can hurt you all they like, but you've hurt someone far worse in the past. Maybe it sounds cruel or sadistic, but that's all the power we have here. I reckon half the reason they treat us like they do is 'cause they're scared."
Shaking his head, Daniel leant his elbows on the table and looked through his cards. "I used to be real good at poker, but I can play it for shit now. You ever played Irish Snap?"
***
The rest of the day passed easy enough. Daniel hung around with Cara for most of it, since it was nice to have the company of someone who felt familiar, despite their only having met that day. When it came to night, however, they were sent to their separate rooms, and the nuns came round to check they were all alone and in their designated beds, locking the doors behind them. Katrina was on duty that night, the head hag, and Daniel was as pleased as ever to see her.
"You're looking mighty pretty today, Katrina," Daniel observed dryly as she poked around his room, checking no one and no sharp objects were concealed anywhere. By now, after two years, Daniel had learnt that you conceal shit from her. She could smell a razor blade a mile away. "I didn't know nuns were allowed to wear lipstick."
"Pray that God has mercy on you for your words, child," Katrina said as she held the lantern up, glancing about the room. She then fixed Daniel with a tight smile, and approached the end of his bed, resting a hand upon the blanket lying upon his foot. "Soul like you is going to need it."
After reciting the evening prayer to him, she left, carrying her lantern and going from room to room. As she passed by that of the new girl, Cara, she drew to a stop. She waited outside the room, listening, before passing it by completely, neither inspecting it nor locking it. Katrina held the lantern close, returning to her office, and half way down the corridor, she blew the light out, casting the hallways back into darkness.
Shaking his head, Daniel leant his elbows on the table and looked through his cards. "I used to be real good at poker, but I can play it for shit now. You ever played Irish Snap?"
***
The rest of the day passed easy enough. Daniel hung around with Cara for most of it, since it was nice to have the company of someone who felt familiar, despite their only having met that day. When it came to night, however, they were sent to their separate rooms, and the nuns came round to check they were all alone and in their designated beds, locking the doors behind them. Katrina was on duty that night, the head hag, and Daniel was as pleased as ever to see her.
"You're looking mighty pretty today, Katrina," Daniel observed dryly as she poked around his room, checking no one and no sharp objects were concealed anywhere. By now, after two years, Daniel had learnt that you conceal shit from her. She could smell a razor blade a mile away. "I didn't know nuns were allowed to wear lipstick."
"Pray that God has mercy on you for your words, child," Katrina said as she held the lantern up, glancing about the room. She then fixed Daniel with a tight smile, and approached the end of his bed, resting a hand upon the blanket lying upon his foot. "Soul like you is going to need it."
After reciting the evening prayer to him, she left, carrying her lantern and going from room to room. As she passed by that of the new girl, Cara, she drew to a stop. She waited outside the room, listening, before passing it by completely, neither inspecting it nor locking it. Katrina held the lantern close, returning to her office, and half way down the corridor, she blew the light out, casting the hallways back into darkness.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara had been pondering what Daniel had said for the rest of the day. In a strange way, she understood what he said about what she had done being all she had. It a strange way, it made sense. It also seemed sort of lonely. At least Daniel didn't seem to mind being around her. That was a pleasant change.
After all of the patients were sent to their rooms, Cara sat on her bed. A nun didn't enter the room like they had done the previous nights, but Cara didn't think much of it. She hadn't caused any problems, and she was clearly where she was supposed to be. She sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the wall. She never slept well in this place. Every once in a while, someone would start screaming. It was horrible, and it freaked her out. Tonight wasn't going too badly though. Cara wasn't very tired, for one thing. She started thinking about earlier, when Daniel had asked if she had loved Andrew. Had she? She was surprised to realize that she didn't know. She had felt more comfortable around him than other people, but she still had to watch how she acted. She was a bit sad when she came to the conclusion that whatever she had with Andrew probably hadn't really been love. If you loved somebody, or if someone loved you, why would you have try and to change yourself for them?
Cara's thoughts were interrupted when she thought she saw movement outside her window. She frowned, looking up. She felt her heart beat quicken as she began to feel anxious. She felt like someone was watching her. She slowly stood up off her bed, standing in place for a long moment as she stared at the window. Then she saw him. She saw Andrew.
He was watching her from outside the window. Cara stared at him in quite shock for a long moment, neither of them moving. Then Cara realized why Andrew was here. He must be here to kill her, since she had killed him. That was when Cara panicked, beginning to scream for a moment before clamping her hands over her mouth. She took a slow step back before turning and running to the door. She knew it would probably be locked, but she grabbed the handle anyway. To her surprise, and relief, the heavy door swung open. Not pausing to wonder why the door had been unlocked in the first place, Cara sprinted out into the hall. She didn't know where to go. Where couldn't Andrew get to her? Her mind was racing, but it was racing in a panicked state . Her thoughts were jumbled and illogical. She started running in a random direction. She contiuned this for a few long, horror filled moment before pausing when she realized that the hallway she was in looked familiar. She realized why a second later. She was near Daniel's room. She felt relieved for a brief moment before panic returned. She ran down the hall until she spotted the door leading to Daniel's room. Without stopping to think about how going in there was against the rules, she ran to the door and grabbed the handle. That door was unlocked too, which Cara was very relieved to discover. She pushed the door open and hurried into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. It was only then that she started to cry.
"Oh god.." She murmured.. covering her mouth with her hands. The horror of having Andrew here and going to kill her mixed with the horror of the fact that she had killed Andrew, and those other people. "Oh my god. Daniel." She whispered, turning and facing his bed. "He's here and he's going to kill me because I killed him." She cried. "Please help me." Her voice wasn't much above a whisper.
After all of the patients were sent to their rooms, Cara sat on her bed. A nun didn't enter the room like they had done the previous nights, but Cara didn't think much of it. She hadn't caused any problems, and she was clearly where she was supposed to be. She sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the wall. She never slept well in this place. Every once in a while, someone would start screaming. It was horrible, and it freaked her out. Tonight wasn't going too badly though. Cara wasn't very tired, for one thing. She started thinking about earlier, when Daniel had asked if she had loved Andrew. Had she? She was surprised to realize that she didn't know. She had felt more comfortable around him than other people, but she still had to watch how she acted. She was a bit sad when she came to the conclusion that whatever she had with Andrew probably hadn't really been love. If you loved somebody, or if someone loved you, why would you have try and to change yourself for them?
Cara's thoughts were interrupted when she thought she saw movement outside her window. She frowned, looking up. She felt her heart beat quicken as she began to feel anxious. She felt like someone was watching her. She slowly stood up off her bed, standing in place for a long moment as she stared at the window. Then she saw him. She saw Andrew.
He was watching her from outside the window. Cara stared at him in quite shock for a long moment, neither of them moving. Then Cara realized why Andrew was here. He must be here to kill her, since she had killed him. That was when Cara panicked, beginning to scream for a moment before clamping her hands over her mouth. She took a slow step back before turning and running to the door. She knew it would probably be locked, but she grabbed the handle anyway. To her surprise, and relief, the heavy door swung open. Not pausing to wonder why the door had been unlocked in the first place, Cara sprinted out into the hall. She didn't know where to go. Where couldn't Andrew get to her? Her mind was racing, but it was racing in a panicked state . Her thoughts were jumbled and illogical. She started running in a random direction. She contiuned this for a few long, horror filled moment before pausing when she realized that the hallway she was in looked familiar. She realized why a second later. She was near Daniel's room. She felt relieved for a brief moment before panic returned. She ran down the hall until she spotted the door leading to Daniel's room. Without stopping to think about how going in there was against the rules, she ran to the door and grabbed the handle. That door was unlocked too, which Cara was very relieved to discover. She pushed the door open and hurried into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. It was only then that she started to cry.
"Oh god.." She murmured.. covering her mouth with her hands. The horror of having Andrew here and going to kill her mixed with the horror of the fact that she had killed Andrew, and those other people. "Oh my god. Daniel." She whispered, turning and facing his bed. "He's here and he's going to kill me because I killed him." She cried. "Please help me." Her voice wasn't much above a whisper.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Insomnia kind of came with the territory of being a lil' bit loopy, and the meds he was on made it pretty much impossible to sleep anyway, so Daniel had his bedside light on and a book open on his lap when Cara came bursting in through the door. He wasn't proud of it, and he would damn well deny it if she ever brought it up later, but he yelped when she burst in, having no idea who it was, pretty convinced that someone had finally come to end his life. When he recognised who it was, however, his heart beating frantically in his chest, his mind reeling off a string of silent prayer, he exhaled, clutching at his chest.
"Jesus Cara, what the hell?" he whispered, feeling like a fool for getting so scared. Still, she was in a worse state than he was, so he slipped out of bed, dressed in the standard asylum pyjamas of a grey shirt and grey sweatpants, and went over to her. He approached her cautiously, since she seemed in a right state, but gently put an arm around her. "Cara, it's okay, no one's here to kill you. There's only me in the room, okay? 's Just you and me. Which is funny, because I thought these doors were supposed to be locked... look, point is, no one is trying to hurt you, 'kay?"
Slowly, careful not to rush her, he attempted to guide her over to the bed and tried to sit her down, glancing back at the open door. Hearing that someone out there was coming to kill Cara was the last thing he needed to hear this late at night. Everything was jumping in tracks and it all felt horribly, terribly wrong. His breathing coming rapid and shallow, Daniel ducked his head for a moment, telling himself that the walls were not closing in, the shadows absorbing everything into the great nothing- that was just crazy talk. Everything was fine, and he needed to help Cara.
"Look, okay, you're sounding like you're crazy or something," Daniel said with a dry smirk, speaking softly so as not to freak out her further. "Just tell me what happened from the beginning. What's got you all crying?" He asked, offering her a corner of the bed's blanket to mop her eyes.
"Jesus Cara, what the hell?" he whispered, feeling like a fool for getting so scared. Still, she was in a worse state than he was, so he slipped out of bed, dressed in the standard asylum pyjamas of a grey shirt and grey sweatpants, and went over to her. He approached her cautiously, since she seemed in a right state, but gently put an arm around her. "Cara, it's okay, no one's here to kill you. There's only me in the room, okay? 's Just you and me. Which is funny, because I thought these doors were supposed to be locked... look, point is, no one is trying to hurt you, 'kay?"
Slowly, careful not to rush her, he attempted to guide her over to the bed and tried to sit her down, glancing back at the open door. Hearing that someone out there was coming to kill Cara was the last thing he needed to hear this late at night. Everything was jumping in tracks and it all felt horribly, terribly wrong. His breathing coming rapid and shallow, Daniel ducked his head for a moment, telling himself that the walls were not closing in, the shadows absorbing everything into the great nothing- that was just crazy talk. Everything was fine, and he needed to help Cara.
"Look, okay, you're sounding like you're crazy or something," Daniel said with a dry smirk, speaking softly so as not to freak out her further. "Just tell me what happened from the beginning. What's got you all crying?" He asked, offering her a corner of the bed's blanket to mop her eyes.
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara flinched slightly when Daniel yelped. She felt a bit bad about scaring him. She watched him get up and come over to her, not saying anything else for a moment. She leaned into him slightly when he put his arm around her, her hands shaking. She sat next to him on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes.
"But someone is trying to hurt me." She said, her voice shaking. "I saw him, in the window. Andrew is here, and he wants to kill me because I killed him. I killed him..." her voice trailed off and she buried her head in her hands. "I bet he knew I didn't really love him... and then I killed him!" She cried. She didn't say anything for a long moment, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at Daniel, biting her lower lip.
"I was in my room." She said softly, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "The nun didn't come in but all the lights were out. It got really quiet but then I felt like I was being watched.. and I looked up and there he was." She whispered. "Andrew was staring at me through the window." When she sat that, she glanced at the window in Daniel's room. She froze then, the color draining from his face. Her hands flew out and grabbed Daniel's shirt, her hands shaking with white knuckles. "He's right there, Daniel!" She stared at Andrew in the window, completely terrified. "He's outside the window!"
"But someone is trying to hurt me." She said, her voice shaking. "I saw him, in the window. Andrew is here, and he wants to kill me because I killed him. I killed him..." her voice trailed off and she buried her head in her hands. "I bet he knew I didn't really love him... and then I killed him!" She cried. She didn't say anything for a long moment, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at Daniel, biting her lower lip.
"I was in my room." She said softly, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "The nun didn't come in but all the lights were out. It got really quiet but then I felt like I was being watched.. and I looked up and there he was." She whispered. "Andrew was staring at me through the window." When she sat that, she glanced at the window in Daniel's room. She froze then, the color draining from his face. Her hands flew out and grabbed Daniel's shirt, her hands shaking with white knuckles. "He's right there, Daniel!" She stared at Andrew in the window, completely terrified. "He's outside the window!"
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
Thinking she was just having a crazy moment, as they all did from time to time, Daniel looked out of the window with a sceptical frown. His expression froze, however, when he saw a man looking back, a thoughtful sort of expression on his face. Daniel blinked multiple times, but the man did not vanish, nor was he demonic and twisted, clawed at by shadows. He was real? "Tall, real proud nose?" Daniel asked, looking out at the man. The man watched them for a good minute longer, seeming unconcerned by their view of him, before he turned and vanished from sight, disappearing into the night.
Well.
That had been weird.
"Okay, I don't know if it was your husband or not, but there was definitely someone out there," Daniel conceded. "But there's no such thing as ghosts. An' it ain't your husband coming to kill you. Y'know how I know that ain't true? Because if vengeful spirits were going to come for people, they'd have come for me a whole lot sooner, same goes for everyone in this place." Gently, he took a hold of her hands as they grabbed his shirt and held them carefully in his, meeting her eyes. "This place is safe, okay? We can't get out, and so they can't get in. I'm sure everything is fine." Even as he spoke the words, he knew he didn't really believe them, a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. "We'll see if we can find out who it was in the morning."
"You wanna sleep here tonight?" He offered, a cold chill running up the back of his neck. "I can take the floor and everything. You jus' don't seem like someone who ought to be sleeping alone right now." Releasing both her hands, he held up his own in mock surrender. "I'm not gonna try anything either if that's what you're thinking. That ain't my brand of crazy."
Well.
That had been weird.
"Okay, I don't know if it was your husband or not, but there was definitely someone out there," Daniel conceded. "But there's no such thing as ghosts. An' it ain't your husband coming to kill you. Y'know how I know that ain't true? Because if vengeful spirits were going to come for people, they'd have come for me a whole lot sooner, same goes for everyone in this place." Gently, he took a hold of her hands as they grabbed his shirt and held them carefully in his, meeting her eyes. "This place is safe, okay? We can't get out, and so they can't get in. I'm sure everything is fine." Even as he spoke the words, he knew he didn't really believe them, a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. "We'll see if we can find out who it was in the morning."
"You wanna sleep here tonight?" He offered, a cold chill running up the back of his neck. "I can take the floor and everything. You jus' don't seem like someone who ought to be sleeping alone right now." Releasing both her hands, he held up his own in mock surrender. "I'm not gonna try anything either if that's what you're thinking. That ain't my brand of crazy."
PiperAllen
Junior Member
Cara stared at the window even after Andrew vanished into the night, only looking away when Daniel took her hands. She met his gaze, finally managing to stop fresh tears from spilling onto her cheeks. She nodded at what he said, hoping he was right. When he asked if she wanted to stay in his room, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She smiled shakily, nodding slightly.
"Yeah." She said, watching him. "I trust you. You're the only person who has ever helped me calm down." She looked at him. "Everyone else has just told me to shut up and act normal." She let out a soft sigh. "You don't have to sleep on the floor. The floor is cold." she said without thinking. She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"Andrew never helped me calm down. Earlier, you asked me if I loved him." she said suddenly. "I don't like leaving things unanswered if I can help it." she admitted sheepishly. "I think I did, but by the time I killed him any love I had for him was gone. He wasn't mean or anything... but he wanted to.. change me. Or fix me, I dunno. He started saying things, like he wished I was more social or I really shouldn't have freaked out. So, no. In the end, I didn't love him." She felt relieved to say that outloud. She didn't feel like she had to pretend any more. "I didn't realize how much I needed to say that out loud." She chuckled.
"Yeah." She said, watching him. "I trust you. You're the only person who has ever helped me calm down." She looked at him. "Everyone else has just told me to shut up and act normal." She let out a soft sigh. "You don't have to sleep on the floor. The floor is cold." she said without thinking. She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"Andrew never helped me calm down. Earlier, you asked me if I loved him." she said suddenly. "I don't like leaving things unanswered if I can help it." she admitted sheepishly. "I think I did, but by the time I killed him any love I had for him was gone. He wasn't mean or anything... but he wanted to.. change me. Or fix me, I dunno. He started saying things, like he wished I was more social or I really shouldn't have freaked out. So, no. In the end, I didn't love him." She felt relieved to say that outloud. She didn't feel like she had to pretend any more. "I didn't realize how much I needed to say that out loud." She chuckled.
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
" 's funny, I trust you too comrade, despite the paranoid schizophrenia," Daniel answer with a lopsided grin. "An' I've slept worse places, but if you're cool with it we can top and tail." He thus rotated himself so he was orientated backwards on the bed, so that they could sleep shoulder to ankle. He leaned forward on his legs, thinking on what she said as she spoke about her fiance. He knew that the man outside couldn't be her husband - they'd all been told the horror story of how he'd been murdered - but still, the sight of a mysterious stranger hanging out around the asylum windows, casually watching them was freaky, even if he wasn't prone to reading into things. Since they'd both seen him, surely that meant he was real.
"I'd say your fiance sounds like an asshole, but he just sounds like most people. I guess if you don't have a fucked up head, it's hard to understand people who do..." Daniel thought aloud, shrugging. "At least you had someone, even if they were trying to change you." Breaking into a grin, Daniel glanced back at Cara. "I can whole-heartedly guarantee you I ain't ever gonna try change you. Don't throw stones in glass houses an' all that."
"You know what we should do tomorrow?" Daniel said suddenly, after a moment of mulling over how the hell they were going to sleep after that particular incident. Grinning, he tapped his nose in a purposefully cheesy manner and lowered his voice. "We should solve the crime. Exorcise the spirit so to speak; prove what's going on in this place. Either my crazy ain't so crazy and this is all a conspiracy, or we'll find that everything's just boring and safe. That way we'll know for sure, 'cause maybe it's just me, but it's the uncertainty of this place that really freaks me."
"I'd say your fiance sounds like an asshole, but he just sounds like most people. I guess if you don't have a fucked up head, it's hard to understand people who do..." Daniel thought aloud, shrugging. "At least you had someone, even if they were trying to change you." Breaking into a grin, Daniel glanced back at Cara. "I can whole-heartedly guarantee you I ain't ever gonna try change you. Don't throw stones in glass houses an' all that."
"You know what we should do tomorrow?" Daniel said suddenly, after a moment of mulling over how the hell they were going to sleep after that particular incident. Grinning, he tapped his nose in a purposefully cheesy manner and lowered his voice. "We should solve the crime. Exorcise the spirit so to speak; prove what's going on in this place. Either my crazy ain't so crazy and this is all a conspiracy, or we'll find that everything's just boring and safe. That way we'll know for sure, 'cause maybe it's just me, but it's the uncertainty of this place that really freaks me."
PiperAllen
Junior Member
When Daniel said he would never try to change her, Cara smiled. "You'd be the first." she said thoughtfully. "I'll never try to change you either." she added. She fell silent then, looking at Daniel when he mentioned solving the crime. She raised an eyebrow.
"I hate the uncertainty too." She said softly, smiling after a moment. "So, yeah, let's try and figure out what's going on here." She paused for a moment, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Where would we start though?" she frowned slightly, thinking for a moment. "I've never solved a crime, or exorcised a spirit, before." she said, grinning sheepishly. She paused then, thinking for a moment before speaking. "Have you ever seen someone you thought you killed?" She asked, letting out a soft sigh. She was really hoping that she wasn't even crazier than she thought. She knew Daniel had seen Andrew too, but she was still concerned. "Because I don't know how Andrew could be... not dead. And if he's dead, I don't understand how I.. we.. saw him."
"I hate the uncertainty too." She said softly, smiling after a moment. "So, yeah, let's try and figure out what's going on here." She paused for a moment, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Where would we start though?" she frowned slightly, thinking for a moment. "I've never solved a crime, or exorcised a spirit, before." she said, grinning sheepishly. She paused then, thinking for a moment before speaking. "Have you ever seen someone you thought you killed?" She asked, letting out a soft sigh. She was really hoping that she wasn't even crazier than she thought. She knew Daniel had seen Andrew too, but she was still concerned. "Because I don't know how Andrew could be... not dead. And if he's dead, I don't understand how I.. we.. saw him."
ColdHarem
Jester Prince
"Shared hallucination. Both off our damn rockers. That's probably be what the doc' would say," Daniel answered with a shrug, smiling sleepily before covering a yawn with the back of his hand. He was actually kind of surprised to find himself feeling tired; true, he'd beed exhausted for the past few months, but at the same time his mind had been on overdrive, never even close to letting him sleep. Maybe it was the burst of excitement and the fading adrenaline, but he actually felt sleepy for once. He hoped Cara didn't think he thought she was boring. "Doesn't matter how we saw him. We've just got to figure out how to find him again."
"Which..." Daniel said slowly, "is the part I'm stuck on. 'Never solved crimes or spirits before neither. Aside from one time one of my friends pretended to be possessed to con some good god fearing folk out of coin but I don't think we should be taking tips from that," Daniel admitted with a wry grin, shifting to lean back against the wall. "Maybe we could find out what goes on behind closed doors. There's all kinds of places that we crazies aren't allowed, the head nun's office and room being the start. Then there's the doctor's freaky laboratory in the basement. The gardens. Everything. We've got our work cut out for us."
Yawning once again, lucid images of beasts lurking in bushes and the doctor manically laughing and cutting up the nutjobs swimming across his mind, Daniel gave Cara a softer smile. "Reckon you'll be able to sleep after seeing the dead ex? Gotta have our strength up for fighting crime an' all that."
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"Which..." Daniel said slowly, "is the part I'm stuck on. 'Never solved crimes or spirits before neither. Aside from one time one of my friends pretended to be possessed to con some good god fearing folk out of coin but I don't think we should be taking tips from that," Daniel admitted with a wry grin, shifting to lean back against the wall. "Maybe we could find out what goes on behind closed doors. There's all kinds of places that we crazies aren't allowed, the head nun's office and room being the start. Then there's the doctor's freaky laboratory in the basement. The gardens. Everything. We've got our work cut out for us."
Yawning once again, lucid images of beasts lurking in bushes and the doctor manically laughing and cutting up the nutjobs swimming across his mind, Daniel gave Cara a softer smile. "Reckon you'll be able to sleep after seeing the dead ex? Gotta have our strength up for fighting crime an' all that."
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PiperAllen
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Cara nodded slightly, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "The places where the crazies aren't allowed would be a good place to start, I think." she said thoughtfully. "After all, I doubt the nuns don't let us go in certain places out of concern for our safety." she said, wondering what exactly she would do if they did manage to find Andrew again. Ask him how he was alive, of course. But after that, Cara didn't really know. She smiled at Daniel when he asked her if she would be able to sleep. "I dunno." she said, shrugging slightly. "Hopefully. I can imagine we will need our strength, hunting possible ghosts."
~~~Time skip to morning~~~
Cara was awoken by the sun shining through the windows. She didn't remember falling asleep but she felt well rested, which was a pleasant change. It dawned on her then that the nuns would probably be coming around to check the rooms soon. She knew that she would get in trouble with the nuns for being in Daniel's room, so she stood up. She was careful to be very quiet, glancing at Daniel for a moment before hurrying over to the door. She stepped into the hall and then made her way to her room. She hurried, thankful that she didn't encounter a nun in the hall. When she reached her room, the door was closed. She frowned, not remembering if she had shut it last night. She thought for a moment that a nun had come by, but she realized that they would have probably found her if they had been looking. Shrugging slightly to herself, she opened the door and slipped inside her room. She was relieved when she found the room empty, although she couldn't shake the feeling that someone else had been there. Realizing that it was probably just her being paranoid, she shrugged off her concerns.
~~~Time skip to morning~~~
Cara was awoken by the sun shining through the windows. She didn't remember falling asleep but she felt well rested, which was a pleasant change. It dawned on her then that the nuns would probably be coming around to check the rooms soon. She knew that she would get in trouble with the nuns for being in Daniel's room, so she stood up. She was careful to be very quiet, glancing at Daniel for a moment before hurrying over to the door. She stepped into the hall and then made her way to her room. She hurried, thankful that she didn't encounter a nun in the hall. When she reached her room, the door was closed. She frowned, not remembering if she had shut it last night. She thought for a moment that a nun had come by, but she realized that they would have probably found her if they had been looking. Shrugging slightly to herself, she opened the door and slipped inside her room. She was relieved when she found the room empty, although she couldn't shake the feeling that someone else had been there. Realizing that it was probably just her being paranoid, she shrugged off her concerns.
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