Fluorescent
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No Escape, no Safety, no Sanity. (HollyAnne and Fluorescent) - AHS fandom RP, second season asylum.
@HollyAnne91
Nikolas would never get used to how scratchy the sheets were, and yet, they managed to become the least of his worries over the past three days. Far away was his dark apartment, his escape, his life. He missed it until it hurt. Here at Briarcliff, there was no escape, and while he still held the hope that he would, he'd never walk free. At least while he still lived.
Sighing, he gave up on sleep, those same sheets providing just the right touch of irritation that he could't take it any longer. Throwing them off, he crawled to the corner, tucking his knees against his chest and squeezing, hoping to feel alive again. His face was pale, from before he'd even arrived here, and with his light hair, he managed to look sickly, ill. The only light came from the dirty window, laced with cracks that made geometric patterns when the sun mad its way through. Right now, that light was pale, blue, and betraying the time to be somewhere just before dawn. In an hour, those on breakfast duty would pile together some disgusting fare (which Sister Judy managed to take pride in), and slide it to him from the hallway, leaving him a few minutes to eat it before he'd be required to undergo a therapy session or interact with the others. He couldn't decide which he hated worse.
No Escape, no Safety, no Sanity. (HollyAnne and Fluorescent) - AHS fandom RP, second season asylum.
Read more about this role play...Enter two new patients at Braircliff Mental Institution, Arianna Jamison and Nikolas Theodor. Both fresh minded (as insane people can be), they are innocent to the horrors imminent in their futures. Submit or escape? Either way, pain is to follow.
@HollyAnne91
Nikolas would never get used to how scratchy the sheets were, and yet, they managed to become the least of his worries over the past three days. Far away was his dark apartment, his escape, his life. He missed it until it hurt. Here at Briarcliff, there was no escape, and while he still held the hope that he would, he'd never walk free. At least while he still lived.
Sighing, he gave up on sleep, those same sheets providing just the right touch of irritation that he could't take it any longer. Throwing them off, he crawled to the corner, tucking his knees against his chest and squeezing, hoping to feel alive again. His face was pale, from before he'd even arrived here, and with his light hair, he managed to look sickly, ill. The only light came from the dirty window, laced with cracks that made geometric patterns when the sun mad its way through. Right now, that light was pale, blue, and betraying the time to be somewhere just before dawn. In an hour, those on breakfast duty would pile together some disgusting fare (which Sister Judy managed to take pride in), and slide it to him from the hallway, leaving him a few minutes to eat it before he'd be required to undergo a therapy session or interact with the others. He couldn't decide which he hated worse.