Realistic or Modern Time to Forget

[Amare te stesso]

Time to Forget​

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Time to forget. Except, you don’t know that you are forgetting. Not until, you can’t remember.

Suicide has become an epidemic in the United States, the rate of suicide has tripled in the past century, most of those suicides come from teens, ages 13-17. They came up with a solution, it’s called Safe Assistance. No one knows what happens in this program, what they do know is those who go in, come out as a completely different person. Their memories are gone. They are cured, or so they say. You are only safe from them, once you turn seventeen.

You have just been put into Safe Assistance, maybe someone called in an anonymous tip about you, maybe your parents got worried, maybe you said something in school that was concerning. Whether your depressed or not, they don’t care, if you get in, you will never come out the same. You get taken away by people in suits you don’t know and are drugged until you wake up in a hospital room with nurses that are just a little too nice and a security guard that hovers just a little bit too close.

Coded by JayeTheKat ​

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Safe Assistance

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The public doesn’t really know what goes on in this program. They just know that the person that comes out is ‘cured’ but they can’t remember who anyone is outside of their family and some of the friends they met inside. You are always under close surveillance, always cameras and always nurses hovering. If you don’t abide by what you are supposed to do, you get drugged. If you don’t eat, you get injections. If you refuse to cooperate, you are put in a solitary room, unable to interact with anybody else except the doctors. The rules are rather simple, and if you follow them, you will get out soon enough.

Rules:​

1. Members of our team, hospital security and police, if necessary, will work together to control you if you are being violent or abusive. You may be criminally charged for violent or abusive behavior

2. We may give you medications to help calm you down

3. Anything that can be used to harm yourself (pills, razors, knives, sharp objects) will have to be handed over to staff for safekeeping

4. All belongings may be searched for unsafe items when you are admitted and when you are returning from passes

5. Staff may search your belongings and your room at any time if they suspect that someone has unsafe items in their possession

6. Drugs and alcohol worsen mental health problems and are not permitted in the facility.

7. Staff may search your belongings and your room at any time if they suspect the use of drugs or alcohol

8. All medications, including vitamins, herbal remedies, lotions, creams, and over-the-counter medications must be authorized by the treatment team

9. Medications must be stored in the nursing station for safekeeping and your nurse will provide them to you when you are supposed to take them

10. Smoking is not permitted in the building or on the grounds

11. If you arrive with smoking materials, your family can take them home or you have option of storing the materials with the security department for safekeeping until you are discharged

12. Nicotine gum and nicotine patches can be ordered by your psychiatrist to help you cope with the non-smoking policy on the unit

13. If you exhibit good behavior more privileges will open up to you during free time

14. These privileges will be cancelled if you are not acting safely or responsibly at any time afterward

15. Initially, you are required to wear clothes provided by the facility, you will be allowed to wear your own clothes once you have been assessed and your belongings have been searched.

16. Talking with other patients is permitted and encouraged in common areas. You may not under any circumstances allowed in each other’s rooms.

17. Romantic and intimate relationships are not permitted between patients. These kinds of relationships bring up very intense emotions, which may be very difficult to handle if you are already going through mental health problems. If you are found being romantic or intimate with another patient, you both will be separated and/or one of you will be transferred to a different facility.

18. You are expected to show tolerance and respect for any of these differences in both patients and staff, just as they should show you the same tolerance and respect

19. You are not allowed any visitors that are not in the program until you are discharged.

20. No cell phones allowed and will be taken away upon entering

21. Your name band must be worn at all times

22. You may use television and stereo system during free time as long as it isn’t too loud

23. Eat at meals and if not, you will be given an IV with nutrients. If you pull out the IV, you will be sedated and restrained.

24. Lights out at 11p.m. If you are having difficulty sleeping, alert a nurse and medication will be given.



If you are placed in Safe Assistance, they see you as infected. Therefore, they will remove the parts of you that are infected.


Patient Physiatrist Appointment Times:

Marley Jacobs ( im jess saying ) -- 7:45 am

Kiane Crawley ( jinkx ) -- 8:15 am

Melissa Bowman ( apolla ) -- 9:45 am

Joanna Haraday ( Papa Waluigi ) -- 10:15am

Veronica Fischer ( Reticent ) -- 10:45 am

Blair ( rennuelaw ) -- 11:15 am

Jayce Summers ( VirulentMelody ) -- 12:45 pm

Jessica Kaine ( TerrorKitty ) -- 1:15 pm

Kerry Wolfe ( Deathpelt ) -- 1:45 pm

Casey Barnes ( Shadow ) -- 2:15 pm

Jude Monroe ( lonelycherub ) -- 2:45 pm

Bailey Isolda ( Maree ) -- 3:15 pm

Aleksei Kerchenkov ( LoneSniper87 ) -- 3:45 pm

Waverley Zariah ( Amare te stesso ) -- 4:15 pm

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Patient Privileges:

Marley Jacobs ( im jess saying ) -- Common room, Crayons, Pencil and Paper. Will be reevaluated for safety again at a date tbd.

Kiane Crawley ( jinkx ) -- Common room, Crayons, Pencil and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety again at a date tbd.

Melissa Bowman ( apolla ) -- Common room, Crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Joanna Haraday ( Papa Waluigi ) -- Common room, crayons, pencils, paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Veronica Fischer ( Reticent ) -- Common Room, crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Blair ( rennuelaw ) -- Common room. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Jayce Summers ( VirulentMelody ) -- Common room. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Jessica Kaine ( TerrorKitty ) -- Common room, crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Kerry Wolfe ( Deathpelt ) -- Common room, crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Casey Barnes ( Shadow ) -- Common room, crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Jude Monroe ( lonelycherub ) -- Common room, crayons and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety at the end of the first week.

Bailey Isolda ( Maree ) -- Common room. Will be reevaluated for safety again at a date tbd.

Aleksei Kerchenkov ( LoneSniper87 ) -- Common room. Will be reevaluated for safety again at the end of the first week.

Waverley Zariah ( Amare te stesso ) -- Common room, crayons, pencils, and paper. Will be reevaluated for safety again at a date tbd.

Spoiler: ONE BIG RP RULE

I beg all of you, please don't try and fight me when for example, I am trying to do a time skip, or a patient gets sedated. I will play this smartly and it won't me constantly but literally if I listed it in the rules of the facility as a consequence, you gotta know its coming but I will let you know beforehand and I'm even willing to discuss it with you if you have a different idea. Trust me, I want to see this idea blossom since its something I have wanted to do for a long time. I will do the best I can with being the GM and trust me, if you feel as if I could do something better or you have a concern about something, address me. I can take criticism and I am open to suggestions. Please and thank you!

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The yellow pill. This is given to you with a paper cup filled with water. You are expected to take it before every psychiatrist appointment. When you ask what it is for, they say it's to relax you. When you take it, it is like a sense of calm filling your body and you are inclined to answer honestly what is asked of you.

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The green pill. This is given to you with another paper cup filled with water. You are expected to take it right after every psychiatrist appointment. They say it is just another relaxer. When you walk away, you won't realize it but you can't remember what you talked about in the appointment.

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The purple pill. It is not seen around and doctors won't be the ones giving them to you. If you want the pill, it comes at price. Are you willing to pay for it?

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The black pill. This will only be given to you once.

coded by DeerPrince ​

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FRONT GATES

Inviting, right?

FACILITY BUILDING

Nicer than you thought?

PATIENT ROOMS

Cozy isn't it?

PSYCHIATRIST OFFICE

Apparently blue is a calming color?

CAFETERIA

Food is served to you. Everyone likes food right?

COMMON ROOM

Hangout, play cards, just keep conversations appropriate.

LIBRARY

This is a privilege. You'll know when you get it.

GARDENS

Another privilege, but only comes when you are about to be discharged.

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[Amare te stesso]

WELCOME TO SAFE ASSISTANCE
For some reason, you were sent here for your own safety. Maybe you did something that was concerning or even said something around the wrong person and they sent in a tip about you, maybe you were sent here by the police. The reason doesn't matter, all that matters now, is your recovery. Every morning, breakfast is from 8:45am - 9:45am. Lunch is from 11:45am - 12:45pm. Dinner is from 4:45pm - 5:45pm. You are expected to be at every meal. You will have a therapy appointment everyday for exactly 30 minutes (Times are posted above). As long as you are at therapy on time along with meals, you will have free time otherwise. Where you are allowed to go, depends on your privileges. (Below where times are.)

Nurses are there to help you. They will be the ones that supply you with your medication, make sure you are where you need to be, and they will always have their eye on you but they aren't your friends or people you can confide in, they will be the first to call security on you. Everyone seems to be understanding though, and maybe some of them truly believe in what they do here, they may think it is just. Just know, don't trust anybody. The people you meet are going through the same thing you are and they could maybe even become your support system, just know to not get too close to them. This program will take them away in a blink and you will never see them again.

We hope you enjoy your stay at Safe Assistance. Don't worry, we make recovery easy.

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Waverley Zariah

When Waverley opens her eyes, it takes her a second to realize that she was the one in the body, she didn't know how much time had passed but the last memories she had was being in the therapy room, she started to panic but then it seemed that someone wrestled her out of the 'drivers seat'. In her experience, she figured that it was Victoria. Every time her heart rate sped up and she couldn't think straight, it seemed her defense kicked in, and it didn't take very long for it to do that either. There were still the walls of amnesia though them, it seemed she could never communicate with her directly, just through the small journal where they wrote down information since none of them shared the same memories, and that always seemed hard to explain to anyone around. They always seemed to get irritated with her asking the same questions over and over. Even if she had no control over it.

The journal was gone. Looking around, Waverley couldn't find it where she would typically pick it up from which was the small table that rolled around and where the nurse always left any of her medication. It was hard to remember how long she had been here, the journal would always remind her but it was gone. Waverley reached for the small remote that was always attached to the hospital bed and tapped the nurse button consistently. "Ms. Zariah, whats wrong?" The nurse came in, seeing her flustered look and her tone turned worrisome. "My journal, where is my journal?" she asks sitting up and moving to stand so she could go over to her bag that contained certain belongings. "I will look to see if you left it in therapy yesterday, if not, I will get you a new one." The line sounded way too rehearsed. For certain though, the journal that she knew had important information was gone from her possession and they would give her a blank one, then most likely take that one away too when she had enough written down in it. It was how she got through the gaps of time where one of her alters had the body and she was trapped in her own mind. Without it, it was like taking the oxygen out of the air.

Waverley moved out of bed with a sigh. "That's fine." There was no use in fighting what they said anymore, she hated when Victoria came out, the sedative gave the body the worst headache. "Therapy sessions are canceled today, you should go spend some time in the common room before dinner." The nurse always made it sound like a choice, but Waverley knew that it was never a choice. Nothing ever was. 'Dinner?' she thought to herself, she could of sworn that is was only morning. Waverley switched from the crappy hospital gown into a simple pair of sweats and a plain colored t-shirt. They had thrown everything out that had any intricate prints, saying it was easier for out minds and safer with the medication they had everyone on. The nurse didn't even escort her anymore, there was no where else she could really go anyways. Waverley moved into the room and there were a few people scattered, but none of anybody she knew, all she could do was pick a table that was empty and close to the window, praying that there wouldn't be a sudden switch where people could see, it had already happened several times with her being here.

Anybody

~Alright guys! Feel free to post, cursing is allowed, fade to black if necessary blah blah blah. IMPORTANT: NO ONE LINERS. I will literally delete your post and tell you to redo it. Keep posts at least two paragraphs. I really don't think that is a lot to ask but if its occasionally shorter, thats fine with me. Alright, have fun, and thank you all for helping me bring this idea to life.~​

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Wolfe

Buzzing... Thats the first thing that Kerry hears, she opens her eyes, her vision defining as she blinks a few times. Kerry rubbed her eyes like a tired child a few times, before looking around. A bed-she was on the bed, a chair, a kind of nightstand, and a table top that seemed to propel itself from the wall. Startled, Kerry tries to recall what happened, but can't except for some fuzziness, sort of like a dream you know you had, but juts can't figure out what it was about. propping herself on a sitting position on the white hospital style bed, she starts to recall some dim things. Kerry lets her eyes sink to the floor, giving a slight nibble on her nails, a bad habit. Safe Assistance! Thats where she was! Memories flowed back into her mind, except some were incomplete, like pieces of a puzzle. Scooching to the edge of the bed Kerry dropped down her her feet, the cold floor making her toes tingle slightly.
Walking around the room, she observed everything, occasionally gripping an object in her hand, like a curious toddler.

Continuing to look around the room, Kerry felt worried. This room had no real open entrances, there was a door, but when she tried it, it was locked. She paced around the room a couple of times, trying to find another exit. But she couldn't. Because there was none. None unlocked anyways. She looked up to the roof of the room, but couldn't see any kind of ceiling window, or camera. "Hello?" She tried cautiously, not wanting to have any of her actions misinterpreted by anyone looking down on her. "Helloooo??" She tried once again, but to no avail. She started again for her bed, before noticing something that resembled a TV remote. Grabbing it quickly, she fingered it a bit, looking at it from all angles. Now one may say, that she could simply press the button on the top, but that wasn't Kerry, if she didn't know every single little piece of it, then she may as well not have known it at all. Finally satisfied with her search of the remote, she clicked the big button on top, labeled with "Nurse Assistance" She waited for a bit, her impatience started to grow into an aspiring fear that she had somehow failed something. However her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly heard the door lock clicking open.

From behind the door came a nurse. She was dressed in white, and seemed to be in her 30s, however Kerry couldn't pin point where exactly. She had blonde hair and brownish green eyes, that made Kerry uneasy, though just about any eye contact could make her uneasy. "You called for assistance?" She said in an almost monotone voice, just saved by a tiny pitch at the end of her sentence. Kerry thought for a while, wondering what she had called her for.

"Oh, um... Can I get out of my room?" She asked quietly, hoping she hadn't crossed some kind of invisible line that these hospitals always had. She let her foot tap gently on the floor, before realizing she didn't have any shoes on. Her face reddened slightly, hoping the nurse hadn't noticed. Quickly she scouted the room, and saw a pair of sandals, that without a doubt belonged to her.

"Yes, you may only go to the commons however." She said, her eyes trailing after Kerry. Kerry gave a sweet smile, and darted for the shoes, placing them on her feet, she scurried back over to the nurse, and gave a nod. With that the nurse unlocked the door to her room, and allowed Kerry outside. Finally, free from that room. The nurse guided her down a corridor and into a larger room, filled with tables. In all honesty it reminded Kerry of a Pre-school classroom, except instead of pre-schoolers, there were mental unhinged teenagers. The nurse then left, or atleast Kerry thought she left, but who knows. Making her way to a table she sat down. Looking around, Kerry noticed another girl sitting at a farther table, she had light colored brown hair, and hazel brown eyes. Staring at her curiously, Kerry wondered how she got in Safe Assistance, she certainly didn't look like a crazed maniac, but then again, first impressions lie, Kerry knew that.


Interactions: NONE (Free)
Mentions: Waverly ( Amare te stesso )

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[Papa Waluigi]

Joan Haraday​

This wasn't. . . right. It didn't feel right. The room was awful, it reminded Joan of an actual hospital. Well, this place was a hospital, right? Just not a normal one. It made Joan shiver. They felt sick in their stomach. There was no memory of how they got here, just why. They knew why. Flashes of Joan's parents, the yelling rang in their head, the smells of booze and the feeling of being a disappointment would nag onto the teenager. But that was it. After that night, all they knew was that they were in Safe Assistance, the place they would refuse to acknowledge.​

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The doctors, the people, they took away Joan's camera. The one which would always hang from their neck, it was seen as dangerous. Maybe they assumed Joan would try to choke themselves? The people took away most of Joan's items, leaving them with nothing to make them feel at home. It was just dull, white walls and therapy rooms. This was only their, what, second day? Joan was already wishing for a rebellion to enact. Joan was called their birth name, not their chosen name. They were Joan, not Joanna. But the doctors and their parents included thought Joan was sick because of this. A sigh escaped their breath, and they pushed themselves up, walking around the room. It wasn't pleasant. Nothing was right. They scowled as they reached for a remote, clicking a button until a nurse came in."​

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"Hello, Miss Haraday!" Said the nurse, her voice so monotonous yet so practiced and fake with delight, as if she was reading off of a script. "Is there anything you need?" Joan crossed their arms, looking to the ground. ​

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"Could I leave, please? I only want to have some more space." They said, with truthfulness hitting their tone. They didn't like how confined the room was. "Of course, Miss Haraday. I'll escort you once you're ready." The nurse walked out of the room, letting Joan take a deep breath before changing, putting on their regular jeans and t-shirt, along with a small flannel. It made them feel more like their self. Once ready, they left the room and followed the nurse, to the Common Room, which made Joan feel like a child again. They didn't like it. Their younger school years weren't the best times for Joan.​

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With a frown, Joan scouted the room, seeing only two girls sitting down. Both at different tables, both easy to see. One with dark brown hair and looked a little younger, the other with lighter hair and pale skin. Yet, one looked so familiar, with her caramel hair. Joan walked forward, and the face became clear. "Waverley?" Joan spoke with surprise. They haven't interacted with anyone since arriving, they didn't even want to leave their room, so seeing a familiar face was both relaxing and scary. They darted to sit across from the girl. "You're here. Why?" They questioned once their bottom hit the seat. ​

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Mentioned; Deathpelt Amare te stesso ​

Spoken to; Amare te stesso ​

 

[jinkx]

Kiane Crawley
Location: Common Room
Mentions: Amare te stesso Deathpelt Papa Waluigi

Safe Assistance marked the third time that Kiane had been institutionalised, the first two both being rehab clinics, but he had to admit that there was something different about this place. For one, he wasn't allowed to smoke- something that had been allowed at both rehab centers because most people in there had been in for significantly harder drugs than nicotine. Instead, he had been soothing his withdrawal symptoms through a combination of patches and gum. Both disgusted him and begging the nurses for nicotine patches made him feel like a junkie again. Another thing was that the vibe of this place was completely different. He couldn't place exactly what it was that felt different here but something about the way the nurses looked a little too hard at him, like they were almost waiting for him to make a wrong move. His therapist kept assuring him the anxiety was from withdrawals but the longer he was here, the more Kiane felt that he was trapped in a cage. And, the more he longed for a fucking decent smoke.

Currently, he was in the common room with a few other people. Occasionally, people would wander in or start chatting to each other but Kiane restricted himself to a table, where he lazily shuffled a deck of cards and filed them out to begin another game of solitaire. He wasn't exactly a loner. As he'd been here for around a week, Kiane knew a handful of the people here by names or by faces and sometimes he would talk to them. He liked talking to other people well enough and it made him feel a little less like he was going mad. But he didn't go out of his way to strike up a conversation with anyone, since he preferred not to interfere with other people's lives if he didn't have to. Especially while he was in Safe Assistance- one of the key things he'd learned first from the people he used to use with and then with the people he'd recovered with was that, sometimes you hang out with other people but you keep yourself to yourself. If you talk to people as you're shooting up, that's fine, but as soon as you come down, you have to stay strangers. In short, Kiane spoke to people but he didn't like to get involved with them and their lives. Sharing a needle or a therapist doesn't make you best mates for life.

Still, he watched with mild interest as somebody he didn't recognise- a new kid, who really did look like a kid- wandered in and took a lonely seat at another table. Quickly followed by another kid he didn't know who joined Waverley- was that her name? Or was it Beverly? He didn't remember if he'd ever spoken to her before but she was an odd one- at her table and started to chat to her. They must've known each other on the Outside, which is something Kiane both muses about and dreads happening. Somebody he knows walking in here, he means. It's not hard to imagine somebody he knew from hanging around the back of his high school wandering in but he sort of hopes it will never happen. Another thing he knows about recovery: the key is removing yourself from the situation. That's why he doesn't understand the point of this place, why shove so many unstable teenagers in together and expect them to get any better? They rub off each other in the worst ways.

Kiane theorised, jokingly, that the government shoved them all in together with the hopes that they'll all kill each other and they'll paint it like a big tragedy in the newspaper headlines, sure, but that'll be another problem in this country solved.

Bored, he continued with his game of solitaire with the cards and absentmindedly chewing his gum, pressing it against his cheek with his tongue so that he could absorb the nicotine. Nowhere near as good as a smoke but in places like these, you take what you can get and you're grateful for them. Even if it doesn't stop his hands from shaking a little as he moves the cards around on the table and eyed Waverley- he was more and more sure that was her name now- and the new kid at the nearby table, eager to eavesdrop even if he doesn't want to get involved. Occasionally, he glanced over at the other new kid, who looked younger and therefore more vulnerable, as if checking on her. He always kept an eye on the things that happened in this place, even if he didn't like to get involved- Kiane cared deeply about these strangers, even if he didn't like to admit it, not even to himself.

 

[LoneSniper87]

This was all so... Different. Aleksei woke up with a pounding headache, and his hands were shaking. He took several deep breaths, closing his eyes. The flash that his mind created only made it worse, his eyes flying open as he began hyperventilating. A nurse entered and saw him panicking, but her forced himself to calm down before he could do anything.

"Are you ok? Do you need a sedative?"
"N-no." The Russian said, recovering his breath. "I'm fine now, thank you..." He sat up in his bed, hands on his knees. "I, uh... Do you mind if I were to go to the common room?" He asked, a bit shaky still.
The nurse smiled, nodding. "Of course! I'll be right outside your door, just come out when you are ready!" With that, she left the room.

like guards more than nurses. Aleksei thought as he slipped into a pair of jeans and a grey Green Day shirt, throwing his cedar brown leather jacket over it. He fixed it so it was even then stepped out, forcing a light smile to the nurse as she led him to the common room. "I know we can't smoke, but do you happen to have anything for Nicotine?" The nurse nodded again, producing a twenty pack of gum.

"That should help."
"Спасибо." He paused, something wasn't right. "Thank you." He repeated, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth. She left him soon after he entered the common room, leaving him to survey he area. His eyes locked onto Joan almost instantly. He tilted his head, they, of all people, were here? Jesus, maybe he shouldn't feel so bad about himself after all.

"Arc!?" He called out, making his way to them with speed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the two, his arms leaning on the chair back. "How did you end up here?"

Interaction: Papa Waluigi
Nearby: Amare te stesso

 

[Reticent]

Location: Common Room
Mentions: Amare te stesso
Interactions: jinkx

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Veronica woke with a start. Beads of sweat began to form at her hairline and with a trembling hand she wiped it away. Her other arm lay flat on the bed beside her. Her eyes trailed the familiar territory of her skin until finally she saw it - an IV that had been inserted in the middle of her arm with a long tube that connected to a bag of clear fluids hanging beside the bed.

The room was void of decoration and of her belongings. A television hung on the wall directly in front of her but there was no remote in sight; only a small plastic device with a single button carefully labeled "ASSISTANCE" that had been placed on the nightstand.

A heavy fog seemed to hang over her mind, obscuring random pieces of memories that she could have sworn used to be crystal clear. It was as if someone had sifted through her mind and simply deleted sections of her memory. Her heart began to race and her palms began to sweat. A feeling of dread tied her stomach into knots and before she had a chance to second guess her decision, she rapidly jammed her thumb against the call button a few times. A few seconds later, the door opened with a gust of cool air. A nurse stood in the doorway, her face expressionless. Fine lines were beginning to form around her eyes and lips and her graying hair was pulled into a tight knot at the base of her skull, revealing her thin, chapped lips and cold eyes.

"Is everything all right, Ms. Fischer?" she asked.
"Get this out of me," Veronica stammered, raising her arm for the nurse to see. Despite her history with drug use, needles were something that freaked her out.

The nurse was slow to react but finally she walked in the direction of Veronica's outstretched arm. She fiddled with the IV and after a sharp pinch it was successfully removed, a drop of blood the only sign it had been there in the first place. The nurse quickly wiped it away with something from her pocket. "You were dehydrated when you came to us," she explained. "Change into those clothes and afterwards you can spend some time in the common room with the other patients."

Patients. It was in that very moment that it all came crashing back to her; the constant arguing between her parents, coming home too fucked up to even walk, and finally their decision to ship her off to some questionable facility far, far away from their perfect little life. She longed for a cigarette but she had a feeling that smoking was highly frowned upon in a place like this.

The nurse exited the room without another word, this time leaving the door slightly ajar. Patients. The word kept bothering her for reasons she couldn't quite identify, even as she slipped out of the thin hospital gown and into the simple t-shirt and sweatpants. Confused, dazed, and slightly horrified at the situation she found herself in, she forced herself to head out of the small room and into the hallway. She was met by the same nurse who guided her towards her destination. It proved relatively easy to find the common room,which was a large room with round tables big enough to seat three or four people. Yet, as Veronica scanned the room, she realized very few people had chosen to sit together. Certainly not a place for jokes or laughter and judging by the lingering scent of alcohol, not the place for a smoke either. Most people had their heads down, some scribbled with crayons and pencils while others stared blankly at the walls. She watched from a distance, feeling somehow disconnected from her own body, as a man with a very thick accent burst into the room. With a sound of delight, he trotted towards a familiar face and sat down.

Unfortunately, Veronica didn't recognize anyone there. It was just her luck to be all alone in a place like this. No one seemed particularly friendly so she was hesitant to approach those who were already seated. Still, she didn't have many options so she reluctantly chose to head towards a table where a slim young man was fidgeting with a deck of cards. His hair was dark brown and curled at the edges, just brushing the rims of his glasses. He seemed to be stuck on a girl sitting across the room, his lips smacking as he chewed on something. Gum? And judging by the lack of a fruity smell, could it possibly be for nicotine cravings?Dying to find out where she could get her hands on some of it, she decided to strike up a conversation:

"Hey. I'm Veronica. I, um, don't really know too much 'bout what's going on here," she began nervously. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here?"

 

[Maree]

Bailey Isolda

Things were even more chaotic than normal that afternoon and it was usually quite chaotic. Bailey as per usual was wearing a dull outfit that consisted of a simple black skirt and a long sleeved grey shirt with a rainbow patch.They had undone the hem that made her skirt shorter so it fell just above her knees. Because it wasn't appropriate to have a skirt on the shorter side, that didn't stop her from rolling it up though. It's not like they could sedate her over her skirt reaching just below the middle of her thighs.

Baileys eyes flickered up from her cards as Waverly came into the common room. She had heard that she had gotten herself sedated again. It was almost like at times she was a different person as she would have thought she would remember not to do things that would get her sedated. The hangovers from those things were terrible. Bailey looked away as she sat at a table near her, they both had a habit of sitting in that corner away from everyone. It just made things easier to stay away from most people. You can't get attached in these places as people vanish all the time almost like they were never there in the first place. The only thing you can do is hope that they got out to their families.

Bailey stood up and looked through through the different puzzles that were laid out for them to use. It was one of the only things she could use besides cards due to having very limited privileges. As she moved the security guard moved with her. She had theorized that he always had to keep her within arms reach in case she caused a scene. The lovely perks of being a high risk patient. He was quite inconspicuous at first but after a few days she started to notice that there was always a guard close to her wherever she went. Most people wouldn't notice it unless they were paying close attention but it sure got on her nerves. She picked up a small box with a panda on the front. They were all quite basic so they didn't 'stress the patients out if they couldn't finish them'. But it's not like she had much else to do unless she wanted to talk to someone.

As she sat down the doors swung open once again to reveal a newbie. You could always tell who was new by the way they acted. Especially when they rushed into the common room before yelling the name of someone they knew. This time it just happened to be the dark haired girl sitting beside her. Poor Waverly, it was always interesting when someone you knew came in. You feel a spark of hope and gratitude to finally have someone in this horrible place.. Only to have them ripped from you as they disappear and you are left behind. She could only hope that they weren't romantic because that could cause a whole heap of problems. It was annoying that they banned all romance because some quite cute people went through the program. Not that she wanted a relationship but hookup culture was a wonderful thing.

"Be careful talking about the outside, Newbie. You can get in trouble for 'triggering other patients' I'm Bailey by the way" Bailey advised as she turned her chair a little bit so she was facing Waverly and Joan. She had got chucked in solitary for causing a scene over the same reason. It made sense but she found it kind of bullshit that they couldn't discuss the outside world. If they didn't want to be triggered then they shouldn't be listening in the first place.

"Hows the hangover Waverly? There's some rumors that it took three guards to take you down and you got a double dose. I don't know how true that is but it's still impressive." Bailey lowered her voice a bit for this comment. You can never be too careful about what you say especially when there are always guards hanging around you.
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[VirulentMelody]

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• The Story Goes:
• Behind the Mask

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  She was small. So, so small. And he was big. So, so big. The tears flowing down her face appeared as wide as rivers. Her agonizing wails of pain were like nails being slowly dragged down a chalkboard. The appearance of her disfigured, broken arm was a horror scene brought to life. Her voice echoed on repeat; "Jayce, stop!" But he didn't. He fucking didn't.
  
  The last 48 hours had been a living hell for Jayce, if he was still technically classified as living. It played on repeat before his eyes, over and over again to torture what little sanity remained. The feel of the alcohol coursing through his pulsing veins, the fire in his father's eyes that reflected that of his own, the fight that ended up hurting the one person he had left to protect... it was surreal. And now what? He was sentenced to this... this ward? To heal? What about those he left behind? Would his sister heal? Or would she go on to be hurt by their father just the same, with no one to protect and a brother somewhere that had been forced to forget her. No, this place did not heal. When the body heals, it scars over pains from the past. It recovers what was once gone, but it is not forgotten. Jayce had seen people that made it out of Safe Assistance. They were not scarred, they were wiped blank.
  
  He was curled in fetal position on the top of his bed, shaking violently and sweating profusely. He was naked, entirely, and somewhere in the room the hospital gown they had issued him was covered in vomit and in tatters. At this point he wasn't sure if he felt like he was dying from the shock of what he had just lived through, or if he were dealing with withdrawal symptoms from not having alcohol in he last two days. Either way, he felt flashes of extreme anger and depression in cycles. The nurses had come by several times that morning but he refused to look at them. They brought him clothing, which he eventually tore up and scattered across the floor. They responded by bringing him more. At one point they brought in sedatives, but ended up not administering them for fear that his system may have already been overly depressed with withdrawal symptoms. They encouraged him to call if he needed anything, but the nurse's button remained unpressed. He had no dreams of becoming a part of this world.
  
  A knock at the door sounded, and the nurse was back. "Mr. Summers, they won't like it if you stay in here all day like this." She said softly through the closed door. "I'm sorry, but I'm coming in." The door creaked softly as the heavy set nurse slowly walked into the room. The door clicked behind her. "You haven't eaten breakfast or lunch, and dinner will be served soon. I think it would be best to try to get you out of this room for a while. If nothing else so that it can be cleaned." Her nose was wrinkled tightly in disgust from the hot smell of vomit in the room.
  
  Jayce's back was towards the woman, and he refused to move. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, but he swatted it away angrily, cursing loudly at her and spitting at the floor. The nurse stood strong, forcing another pair of clothes at him. The previous outfits had been sweats, but the ones she held in her hand this time were brown scrubs. They looked like prison clothes. Jayce rose angrily. "You haven't taken the hint?" He motioned at the piles of tattered clothes around the room.
  
  The nurse smiled bitterly. "Mr. Summers, you have destroyed the total number of outfits you are allotted at the moment. Theses are the prison clothes you arrived in. If you rip these up as well, you will have no choice but to join the others in nothing but your birthday suit. And trust me when I say that you will have no choice."
  
  Jayce sat up, raising an eyebrow. "Really? What could you possibly do to make this any worse?"
  
  The nurse frowned. "Are you really willing to find out?"
  
  He scowled angrily at the ground, grabbing the clothes from her hand.
  
  She smiled. "Now get dressed and I'll lead you to the common area. There are already several patients relaxing in there, and I think it may give you some perspective to join them. Besides, dinner will be served soon." Her voice faded as she stepped from the room, waiting for him to join her.
  
  Jayce angrily tugged on his outfit and left. The idea of dinner made his stomach churn- still feeling ill from the lack of alcohol. He was shivering as they traveled down the cool hallway and into the common room. Jayce froze as he entered the door way, eyeing the group of people that sat within. They looked... sad. Like a grab bag of "America's Purposefully Forgotten Rejects" thrown into a depressing hovel. The nurse was gone when he turned around to catch her expression- to see if she saw the same sad scene he did. It didn't matter, most people didn't see what he did. It was why he was so into hotography, so he could show them his world. But now even that didn't matter.
  
  The room was pretty scattered with kids, no one seat being furthest from anyone. Upon scanning the room he did notice a familiar face, a kid that he had often seen at his bender nights. His name was something related to spices, if he remembered. Pepper? Basil? He couldn't put his finger on it. Either way, Jay avoided his gaze and decided to sit away from him. He didn't want to bring up skeletons he didn't need to, especially when he was more focused on not vomiting all over the room.
  
  He settled on hiding in plain site by sliding in next to the larger group of people. He walked up to hear a loud kid asking another a question. He sounded... Slavic? Jayce wasn't sure. He slithered in next to the red head beside them, pulling his knees to his chest and pinching the bridge of his nose and wiping the sweat from his brow. More started talking, but to him it was ringing in his ears. He just wanted a drink. He was brought back to the present by the word "hangover."
  
  Jayce glanced at the girl speaking. "Did you say hangover? Can you actually get a drink in here?" He could feel how sick he looked, but he didn't care. Cutting cold turkey was never his idea in the first place.
  
  
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  Location: Common Room
  Wearing: Brown Prison Scrubs
  Company: Sitting directly next to Bailey ( Maree ), near Joan ( Papa Waluigi ) and Aleksei ( LoneSniper87 ).
  Mood: Pissed, feeling serious drug and alcohol withdrawals.
  
  
  

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[lonelycherub]

Jude Monroe
location: Common Room
mentions: jinkx Maree Reticent
interactions: Deathpelt ​

Late afternoon light poured through the single window, touching his face with gold. He basked in it, grateful for this fleeting warmth in the otherwise clinical wasteland. even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't pretend he was back in the room he shared with his brothers. Instead of Caelum's steady stream of chatter, interrupted only by a resounding smack with a pillow, or Dylan's too-loud music (honestly, why did he even bother with headphones), there was only heavy silence and slamming doors. It smelled wrong, too--thick with antiseptic. no, his imagination wasn't that good.

The nurse had left him alone for the past few hours. he'd awakened disoriented and groggy, quietly accepting the clothing she offered and listening as she explained the rules of the facility. Despite the dense fog that seemed to have overtaken his mind, Jude tried to offer her his most charming smile, thanking her with a firm assurance that he did not require any more help for the time being.

It must have worked--she had left quickly, albeit with one last doubtful glance over her shoulder. Jude waited until he could no longer hear her plodding footfalls down the long hallway.

Then he allowed himself to cry.

Ugly crying--the sort with snot leaking out of every orifice, gross-sounding shuddery gasps. inconsolable sobs. he grasped the hospital issues sheets like a life-line and wept for his family, for the friends he hadn't gotten to say goodbye to. for the other kids here. for himself.
But he was okay now, right? Yes, he told himself, he was fine. he'd keep his head down and try not to cause any trouble, and then he could leave with his memories intact. it sounded easy enough.
Now the nurse returned unbidden. "Mr. Monroe," she called softly, so as not to startle him. "Mr. Monroe, it's almost time for dinner. You can have something to eat and get acquainted with the other patients."
Jude turned from the window, trying to discreetly wipe his nose on his sleeve. He noticed the nurse's tired eyes and pinched mouth, stretched in a weak attempt at a smile. she extended her arm to him. He tried to walk to her, but the moment he stood, the ground rolled beneath his feet like a wave. She reached out and grabbed him before he fell, helping him to walk until he regained his balance. Jeez, what had they given him? had he tried to fight them on the way in? He couldn't remember...

His heart hurt upon seeing the kids in the common area. Somehow seeing everyone else gathered together, real people with real lives and real loves and real, horrific pains made his chest tighten all over again. the other patients. A striking redhead sat with a big group of kids, absently completing a children's panda puzzle and talking about hangovers. Nearby, a pensive looking boy sat with a petite brunette, and a young girl sat by herself.

A tiny, shameful part of himself was glad he didn't have to be alone.

Jude blinked, trying to clear his head. Suddenly, he was acutely aware of the fact that he was just standing in the doorway staring at everyone like a total loonytoon. gosh, one day in and he was already going crazy. He flushed, making his way over to the comparatively less-threatening girl--normally he thrived on social contact, the more people the better, but right now Jude was feeling far from normal. Still, it would be rude to ignore everyone, and she was alone. Maybe she wanted someone to talk with, too? he only hoped it wasn't obvious he'd been crying.

"Hey," he smiled, meeting hazel eyes. "Is it okay if i sit with you?"

 

[Papa Waluigi]

Joan Haraday​

Just as Joan waited for their friend to respond, a familiar voice echoed into the room. Their eyes darted to find Aleksei coming towards the table, sitting right in between the two others. Their eyes were wide as they tried to flush out the surprise and minor relief of knowing yet another person.​

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"Lexi?" They breathed, folding their arms on top of the table. "I could be asking you the same thing." They shrugged, but felt it was best to be truthful about why they ended up in the hellhole called a safe hospital. "I finally came out to my parents. If it wasn't obvious, it didn't turn out so well." They frowned, glancing to the side. They didn't like the memories of the yelling, the disappointment or the fear in their gut. So, they decided to tune it out, focus on the reality instead of past memories. "How about you? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." They said, taking a safe guess that it wouldn't be a nice story.​

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Their attention was turned away from their two friends when another person, a female who sat by the table next to the group, leaned over and spoke. Joan pursed their lips and leaned forward in their seat. "Joan." It was sweet and simple. Joan didn't know what to do with another person, especially one they didn't know. They wished they were a little more hushed when greeting Waverley, they didn't want to attract attention, it never turned out okay in the past. ​

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However, Joan just had to keep talking. The feeling of anxiousness kept her from not talking, all while yelling at her to keep quiet. "A double dose? What does that mean?" They asked, their head turning to their good friend. Joan genuinely didn't know most terms inside of a hospital, and their small oblivious branch in their brain was acting up, it has been since the previous day. They couldn't think straight.​

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And then, another voice came, belonging to a terribly sick looking boy around their age, asking as well about the hangover situation. Joan wanted to snap and say that there obviously wouldn't be any alcohol, that this was a sick hospital full of people who kept all things glorious out of reach, but they kept quiet, fearing the impression they'd make. They were just as confused about this hospital as the next person, to some degree. ​

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Mentioned; Amare te stesso VirulentMelody ​

Interactions; LoneSniper87 Maree ​

 

[jinkx]

Kiane Crawley
Location: Common Room
Mentions: VirulentMelody
Interactions: Reticent

As per usual, the common room was turning into what he fondly referred to as 'a bloody parade'. They had brought in a lot of people last night, huh? Each one drew his attention as they entered the room- of course they did, so little happened here that a new person coming in was pretty much the most interesting thing that could happen around here.

One boy did catch his eye, who looked around the same age as him, and he frowned as he tried to place where he'd seen him before. Some of his memories of the outside were a little hazy but he vaguely remembered meeting him a few times in passing, usually when he was pretty out of it. Kiane was pretty sure that he knew that guy through friends of friends of dealers of friends or something similar; that guy was definitely a druggie or an alkie if the way he looked was anything to go by and they must have hung out before. Like he'd said, it wasn't like Kiane was best friends with any of the people he'd gotten high with. The guy looked away from him, pointedly, and Kiane did the same. It wasn't like he even knew that other guy's name.

It was better to just make out they'd never met before or maybe exchange nods at most if they passed in the corridor. It was better to keep the inside and the outside separate. He returned to observing what was becoming quite the hubbub of socialising nearby and swept the cards up again, shuffling them in his hands. Caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that a girl was approaching him. Until she spoke:

"Hey. I'm Veronica. I, um, don't really know too much 'bout what's going on here. I hope you don't mind if I sit here?"

It prompted him to look up at her, still frowning, but his expression softened immediately when he recognised that she was not only new but she was nervous as well. He laid the cards down in a stack on the table on front of him to give her his full attention. The girl still looked rather dazed as if she'd only recently been roused from the sedatives. The girl looked around his age, obviously not any older than he was or she wouldn't be here to begin with, and had long dark hair. She was quite pretty, Kiane thought, but it wasn't like that really mattered in a place like this. He offered her a smile.

"That explains why you look a little lost. I guess that makes me your welcoming committee. You can sit here if you don't mind the sound of the chewing," Kiane spoke quietly, as he always did, and with a slight accent leftover from where he grew up, "I think gum's disgusting but they won't let us have ciggies in here. Oh, I'm Kiane, by the way."

He held out a hand for her to shake, if she felt so inclined to do so.

 

[Amare te stesso]

Waverley Zariah​

Waverley snapped her head in the direction that she heard her name being called. "Joan" she said quietly, almost in disbelief. They wouldn't of gotten in here for any good reason, as far as she knew, they were more then stable. Dread almost instantly filled her when she realized someone here knew her from the outside, and more then that, the program doesn't like when you know someone from the outside. Offering a small smile, "My parents flipped over something they shouldn't of." If she was being honest, she hand recollection of why she was in here, just that one of her alters was either found doing something stupid, or Victoria decided to take revenge on the body. That would explain the bandages on her wrists but she chose to not let her mind dwell, overthinking often led to a switch, and not a nice one. When she heard Bailey's voice, she was thankful for her explaining how they need to keep things on the down low with the whole knowing each other.

Then her next words made her want to roll her eyes, she didn't know exactly what happened, it was more of a blur then anything else but it would provide an explanation to why she felt even shittier than normal after the whole ordeal. Along with why she was out for what she thought was close to twenty-four hours. Then so much more happened, a new person coming in, no two more people who looked obviously new. When she finally got a chance to interject she looked to the new guy who asked about the hangover, and he looked to be clearly in withdrawal. "No, you can't get a drink." Waverley could almost relate to his want but not to that severity. Caterina almost always had in the journal that she would kill for a simple glass of red wine. "If you tell the nurse, they will give you something, the hangover is from the sedatives, they knock you on your ass." Waverley's tone almost sounded monotone but she was trying to act engaged int he conversation even though she knew her mind was elsewhere. "A double dose is when they put a needle in your ass once with the drug but you keep fighting back even if it hadn't kicked in, so you get another needle, it's truly a glorious experience." Her tone was thick with sarcasm and maybe even something that resembled humor.

Her eyes drifted away to find new people drifting in, people that she knew weren't there before. Even one particular blonde that she could swear she had seen his face before but as she searched through her limited memories, she couldn't quite place it. Waverley focused herself on the people in front of her once more, not wanting to be rude. "Well you two are obviously new, I'm Waverley." she said, offering something that would resemble a smile. If they ended up in this place, it wasn't a nice thing, it wasn't a good thing, this was where the person they have been their whole life disappears, everything that they had known, said or done, becomes nothing. Not even a memory. "Mind if I ask your names?" she asks just out of curtesy.

Interactions: Papa Waluigi VirulentMelody Maree LoneSniper87

Mentions: lonelycherub

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[LoneSniper87]

Aleksei cracked a grin and lightly punched him on the arm. "Hey now, I'm a guy." He joked, not caring so much as to what he was called. He listened to what he had to say, nodding a bit as he finished. "That's... That's rough, and bullshit... Sucks." Was all he really could say. "As for me, well-" He was cut off as others began talking, so he waited for everyone to finish up. He tapped the table with no obvious tune and nodded when he noticed the definitive silence of a finished conversation.

"Story for another time, to many people..." He said to Joan, then turned to Waverly. "Well Waverly, I'm Aleksei, a bit of a Russian if you couldn't tell." He said, holding out a hand. After a few moments of awkward silence with his hand out, he withdrew it, probably not his best idea. "And that double dose sounds rough, can't that kill someone if they get it wrong?" He asked, actually sounding concerned for the person he spent a minute talking to. To him, they were all in this together, even if they wouldn't remember it.

Interacting: Papa Waluigi Amare te stesso
Mentioned/nearby: Maree VirulentMelody lonelycherub

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Wolfe


Kerry watched the room as it quietly stirred to life. People started coming, flooding actually. The girl she had been looking at, Waverly, she now knew had apparently quite a few people on her tail, Kerry was glad that she wasn't in her place. A few other characters entered the room as well, and as usual she payed no heed to them. Looking down at her hands, she fidgeted with them for a while before understandably becoming bored. With a strained sigh she took a pack of crayons and a coloring sheet, on it was a flower, a skilled kindergartener could do this, she puffed up in indignation before giving up and starting to color in the sheet. Immediately she found herself frustrated with it, so... messy, she couldn't get any clean lines with these! Snapping the red crayon in half, she contemplated eating it, because why not? In the end however, she concluded that eating a crayon wouldn't help her in any way.

With coloring not an option unless she'd like to drive herself crazy, Kerry looked around the room, curious for a tiny bit of information about anything. She let her ears do the scouting, and soon was drawn to a boy with a russian accent and blondish colored hair.

"And that double dose sounds rough, can't that kill someone if they get it wrong?"

A double dose? Kerry had heard about it before, and even though the term was pretty self explanatory, she still found herself wondering what the dose was. Double dose of sedative? Double dose of antiseptic? She tapped her finger on the wooden surface, chewing on her thoughts for a bit, if it was strong enough to kill, she had guessed sedative since that could be potentially dangerous if used enough, god she had wished that she listened to more of the conversation, perhaps she'd know what it is. Instinctively bringing her nails top her mouth she started to chew on them, again, only to remind herself to stop. Kerry was about to walk around the room, when suddenly a boy came down and sat next to her. He had blondish hair, hazel eyes, and his eyes were only slightly puffy red.

"Hey Is it okay if i sit with you?"

Fear, that was the first thing Kerry felt, she held her throat in place, and hoped that her stomach wouldn't decide to to anything funny. She started tapping her fingers on the wood, slightly faster, a coping mechanism that people usually didn't notice or make out much of. She tried her mouth once, but it didn't;'t move, the second time however she forced it to open. "Um, su..re you can sit here..." God, it sounded like she was about to die, she closed her eyes and reopened them to see him still sitting there, lets try again. "Well... whats your name?" This time she actually managed to not get caught on her words, and she was grateful her brain agree'd. Now, Kerry would have to wait and see how long this boy wanted to talk, and hoped that he would find her boring and attempt interacting with someone... Not her.

Mentions: Aleskei ( LoneSniper87 ) Waverly ( Amare te stesso )
Interactions: Jude ( lonelycherub )
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[Reticent]

Mentions: n/a
Interactions: jinkx ​

After what felt like an eternity, the boy finally turned around. He seemed slightly taken aback that someone had approached him, his dark eyes peering at her through his glasses. He carefully placed the cards down on the table and, much to her surprise, offered her a seemingly genuine smile. On a normal day, Veronica would have returned it with one of her own brilliant smiles - but today was anything but normal and she felt strangely disconnected from herself, maybe from reality altogether. Her temples throbbed with each beat of her heart and the bright fluorescent lights of the common room did nothing to ease the pain.

Fear tightened her chest and made it difficult to breathe. She took slow, deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself and hoped she didn't look like a total nutcase. She had suffered from withdrawal a handful of times before but always in her own bed, with the door locked and the hushed whispers of her concerned parents just outside of the door. God, her parents. Even the thought of them brought on an onslaught of emotions - anger, betrayal, longing. Would she ever see them again? Would she even remember who they were if she did? She had heard rumors of people being shipped off to Safe Assistance and coming back different, absent, as if they had been wiped totally clean of anything that made them who they were. She shuddered at the thought of it happening to her.

"That explains why you look a little lost. I guess that makes me your welcoming committee," the boy started, yanking her back to reality. He spoke quietly and she found it difficult to hear him over the other conversations but she thought she heard a slight accent she couldn't quite name. "You can sit here if you don't mind the sound of the chewing. I think gum's disgusting but they won't let us have ciggies in here. Oh, I'm Kiane, by the way." He held out his hand. Slowly she outstretched her own shaking, clammy hand and briefly shook his. She sat down, grateful, and once she adjusted herself she flashed Kiane a small but polite smile. Every muscle in her body ached so she leaned her back against the chair, stretching her legs out underneath the table.

"Figures," she sighed. A cigarette seemed like the only thing that could take the edge off, even just a little bit. She had always hated hospitals and that seemed like exactly what this place was. The scent of antiseptic clung to everything, even the clothes on her body, and she resisted the urge to vomit the contents of her stomach all over the table. "Thanks for the seat. I feel like shit." She massaged her temples as if to prove her point. "I think they gave me a damn horse tranquilizer or something. Seriously, I feel messed up."

 

[im jess saying]

Marley Jacobs

Marley was ushered to the common room by her nutritionist, Karen. There wasn't a human on earth she hated more then this woman. Every single day she force fed Marley and made her drink disgusting protein shakes that were made for little kids. "Your body isn't getting the proper nutrients, Marley. This drink will help your body to grow big and strong!" Karen was so patronizing. Marley didn't want to be at Safe Assistance in the first place. She couldn't even take a shit without being watched! Everything she did in this hospital was watched by a nurse and monitored by her nutritionist. There was never a time when she was alone. They staff feared the second Marley was alone, she would act on her eating disorder and vomit up all the progress she had made during her last meal. Marley successfully got away with that the first few days here. After the staff found a bag of vomit behind her bed, she had been put on constant watch, which was extremely annoying to Marley.

Yesterday was her last day in the one-two-three room. The one-two-three room was a three step process for people with eating disorders. They secluded the patient during meals in this room so there were no distractions and the patient could focus fully on eating and getting healthy. For the past week her nutritionist had to be very careful what she fed Marley's body. Her body wasn't used to eating at all. Many foods would be completely rejected and even cause Marley pain. They started small with light meals and a PediaSure. By the end of the week, the eating disorder patient should be eating three small meals and keeping it down. Marley had just been cleared to have her meals in the cafeteria from here on out. Unfortunately, that meant eating what everyone else was eating.

All day Marley sat in the cafeteria refusing to eat her breakfast. She was sitting in her normal seat for hours starring at her food and playing in it with a fork. She didn't mind sitting there all day long. There was nothing better to do in this mental hospital. Marley refused to put 450 calories in her stomach to start the day. Throughout breakfast she watched the patients around her shovel the ham and cheese omelet into their mouths. She loves watching people eat. It was extremely sadistic to herself to watch her fellow patients eat their entire meal and have her own body starve. When all the patients left after breakfast, Marley continued sitting, knowing very well that she wasn't allowed to leave the table until her plate was empty. Her nutritionist waltzed over to her in her fluttery way and said, "Now Marley, if you don't eat we'll have to put you on an IV." An IV drip was 170 calories and she was only allowed to have one bag a day, per her doctor. That sounded way better then shoveling thousands of calories into her system. Marley stuck to her guns and sat in front of her now cold omelet with her arms crossed.

She watched as the patients file in for lunch. Patients whispered and starred as they walked past her, surprised she was still sitting there. She sat all through lunch just starting at others eating and waiting for her nutritionist to give in. Finally, after the patients finished their meals and left, Karen gave in. She was rushed back to the nurses wing and hooked up to an IV. She was forced to drink a PetdaSure while they were hooking her up. Marley smiled at her accomplishment and drank the 240 calories in the bottle until it was gone.

Karen opened the door to the common room and Marley shuffled in. She was wearing her normal black sweatpants and oversize grey shirt that looked like it was swallowing her whole. She was holding on tight to her IV and rolling it along with her. She ignored all the stairs and whispers as she sat sown at a secluded table, took her deck of cards out of her sweat pants pocket, and began to shuffle, trying to ignore the other kids in the common room. "Okay now Ms. Marley, we'll try again for dinner. I want you to put on some tough armor to fight ED tonight, okay? Don't let him win." Karen said to Marley, referring to her eating disorder. Marley rolled her eyes and just said, "Go fuck yourself, Karen," while focusing her attention on her deck of cards.
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[Shadow]

Casey Barnes​

Interactions- Marley im jess saying
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Casey’s hazel eyes blinked open slowly and roved over the room, wincing at the light that came through the windows and seemed to stab into his skull. He pushed the thin blankets off and swung his legs over the side of the bed to rest on the floor. The floor was cold. He frowned slightly as he leaned forward to confirm that he was, in fact, barefoot. He scanned the room again, more quickly this time. This wasn’t his room or any room in his house and he couldn’t imagine leaving his house without shoes on. A rather horrible realization dawned on him, along with the influx of memories he must have pushed aside.

Thump. Thump. Two knocks. Very business-like. His father had paused the movie to go see who it was. Safe Assistance. The two men in suits said they were here for him. His mother had been shocked. They had been so careful. But Casey understood. He couldn’t have expected his problems to stay a secret for ever. Not when he couldn’t keep himself under control the way he should be able to. His father’s reaction was the worst part. He just stood there, shellshocked. Once they were escorting Casey through the front door and into the cool evening air, then he had snapped back to life with a horrible sound, like a wounded animal. He had lost people to Safe Assistance before, good friends he would never truly get back. Not his son. They couldn’t have his son too. So he shouted and fought and more men in suits seemed to appear out of nowhere to hold him back. And all Casey did...was watch.

He blinked quickly and got to his feet, ignoring the chill of the floor as he paced to the window and glanced out. All he could see was green leaves on trees. It was a decidedly boring view. He didn’t have any time to search the rest of the room because the door opened and a nurse came in with a patronizing smile pre-plastered on his face. Casey turned around quickly, pulling his hands around his middle as he waited for the nurse to ask him some stupid question about how he was. Instead, a set of dull grey sweats were tossed on the bed and the nurse’s even duller eyes focused on Casey for a moment.
“Put those on. Once you do, you can go to the common room.” That seemed to be all he had to say, but he was still standing there.
“Okay. Thanks?” Casey said after a moment, feeling a bit of a release in his chest when the nurse nodded and walked out. Casey changed out of the hospital gown quickly, enjoying the warmth the sweat shirt provided. Just as he was heading for the door, he noticed a pair of slip-on shoes and gratefully slipped his freezing cold feet into them.
The door seemed to open a suspicious split-second before he turned the handle, but he brushed it off as imagination when he saw that the hallway was empty. Once he was outside of the room, he froze up for a moment that dragged on like an hour, as if some magic voice from inside the walls would tell him where to go. Luckily that wasn’t necessary since a trail of other teens appeared at one end of the hallway, all heading towards what he could only assume was the common room. He picked up his pace so he wouldn’t lose his impromptu guides and within a few minutes he was walking through a door into a room full of round tables. He hesitated briefly, at once craving some friendly interaction and an isolated corner where he could gather himself. He moved further into the room with the small crowd that had led him here, arms pressed closely around himself. He probably posed a pathetic figure, but he couldn’t summon the strength to give a shit.
“Go fuck yourself, Karen.”
An unbidden smile broke on his face, even before he spotted the tiny figure who had spoken. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the IV she was hooked up to and he realized for the first time how serious this all was. Everyone in this room had some tragic tale to tell along with a list of problems. Did he really belong here? He wasn’t really in that bad of shape. He folded in on himself further, wishing he could just disappear from this place. It didn’t feel like somewhere someone would go to get better. It felt more like a place to keep all the broken people out of everyone else’s way.

Casey slightly pulled out the chair opposite from the girl with the IV. “Do you mind?” He asked gently, fully expecting her to say no. The table itself was a bit out of the way, so anyone who sat at it probably wanted to be alone. He fully recognized that, but for some reason he had opened his big mouth to ask to sit down anyway. He smiled, a bit apologetically. Yes, he knew how awkward he was. No, he wouldn’t want to sit with himself either if he was her. Sorry for the bother.

 

[Maree]

Bailey Isolda

Bailey was pulled from her small conversation with the other group as a very sick looking boy sat beside her. "No not the fun kind of hangovers. Sedation hangovers. You would have felt it when you first got here" she smiled softly. Being cut off from your addiction so suddenly was extremely difficult. She may not have had one of the more common addictions like drugs but it was still one none the less. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the puzzle pieces. Compared to most of the other patients she looked the most normal almost like she was put in the program by mistake. She knew all the nurses/guards names and was usually smiling brightly as she helped others. But of course the normality was an act to get her out faster. In reality she was struggling a lot with not being able to be around fires. She was alright with going a while without properly setting one but the fact she didn't even have a lighter to play with was too much for the female. She let out a shaky sigh and ran her fingers through her orange locks. "Being forced to quit sure does suck" she leaned over to the water dispenser and poured some water into a paper cup. "You should drink some water. May not be the kind of drink your looking for but it will prevent them for chucking more drugs in you" she said, sliding the cup over to him with a soft smile

Baileys attention peaked out of interest at the fact the other newbie Aleksi didn't want to speak about what got him in the program. Usually she would have minded her own business but recently she had heard the guards talking about how another high risk patient had joined the facility. She was curious if it was him. She was kind of glad that there was another high risk patient. It was a bit morbid but she was kind of glad she wouldn't be alone anymore. Her eyes flickered over to the guard only to notice that he had gotten a bit closer to the group. Though she couldn't be sure if that was because the male was like her or just because they were a rather large group. In a matter true to herself she accidentally blurted out her thoughts. "You're HR aren't you?" she blurted her cheeks flushing as she realized what she had done. "Sorry.. Uh High risk. You don't have to say if you don't want to. I just heard that there was going to be another in the facility" she clarified as her cheeks flushed a little darker. "As for the double dose.. Well just try to avoid getting a triple dose. Fake faint if you have to because they are going to keep jabbing you till you go down" she said, her eyes focused on her hands now out of embarrassment. "There is a rumor that they accidentally killed someone that way but it might be just a rumor." she told him her eyes flickering up to meet his before quickly going back to the table.

Bailey had a terrible tendency to blurt out what was on her mind before her thoughts had even finished processing. Thanks to this she often got into trouble via stepping on others toes with her unfinished and unfiltered thoughts. Her eyes flickered up once again as another new person entered. The sure had taken a lot of kids in recently soon they might run out of room and have to use an actual prison. She made eye contact with the blonde for just a moment, long enough to notice the redness that signified he had been crying. She looked back down to her puzzle and let out a small sigh. Seeing all these new people reminded her of her first day. She had cried as well but not out of sadness but out of frustration that she had been sent here. The first few days when she was kept in her room was crucial as that is when she came up with her plan. To play the sweet and innocent victim and hope it got her out quicker with some memories intact.

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[LoneSniper87]

Aleksei didn't like the sudden attention his side of the room was getting. The two he was sitting with was fine, but now with the addition of two or three more in the conversation made him more than a bit nervous. He put his hands in his pockets so others didn't see them shake as he tried to calm down. His leg kicked into a dull throb as it bounced up and down. He glanced at Joan and Waverly. He didn't want to talk about it, but he didn't want to fight. He was yearning to just get defensive, to rush up and get in her face. But it was so trivial, he just got here, it was a harmless question, why bother?

"I... It was an accident, I swear..." He said, looking down. That was his version of a yes, at this point in time. "I didn't mean to do anything, they see me as some sort of a risk anyway. I swear the people here are racist... I gave up explaining it to the police after a week of questioning." He explained. "But I guess to them," he puts his hands up to air quote, " 'my violent tendencies got out of hand, so I was sent to Safe Assistance for rehabilitation.' Load of crap I tell ya." He was genuinely pissed, the whole thing welling up inside of him.

He closed his eyes, and there was the flash again, and he jerked back. His eyes flew open and he set his hands against the table, his left hand shaking horribly. It felt like his ears were ringing, but he could still hear everything. "I..." He began shakily, pointing to Bailey. "Never caught... Y-your name... I'm Aleksei... Call me Alek if you'd like." He said to her, looking away again and finally calming down. "This is going to suck..." He said under his breath.

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[jinkx]

Kiane Crawley
Location: Common Room
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Interactions: Reticent

"Figures," Veronica sighed.

Looking at her, Veronica seemed all kinds of unwell. Not just in the post-sedative state, he suspected now, because her hand had been clammy and shaking in his. Kiane didn't like to jump too quickly to assumptions but it was hardly uncommon for people in here to have other problems, (as if to prove his point, the girl with the IV walked through the doors at that moment. Everybody had noticed that she hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch today and rumour went that she was in here in the first place because she had tried to literally starve herself to death), and he got the sense she would kill for a smoke. Additionally, Veronica just looked rather peaky. Part of him was concerned about whether she would vomit or, worse, faint and he would have to catch her so she didn't hit her head on the table.

"Thanks for the seat. I feel like shit." She massaged her temples, pointedly, "I think they gave me a damn horse tranquilizer or something. Seriously, I feel messed up."

He almost made a light quip about how he hadn't enjoyed his first trip on ketamine either but decided against it.

"That's how it is when they bring you in," He informed her, leaning forward so he could lower his voice even further, "Honestly, it's fucked. They can drug you in here as well if you cause too much of a fuss or say something they don't like."

As soon as he was done speaking, he leaned back again and glanced around the room, uncertainly, like he wasn't sure they should even be talking about this. A nearby nurse was eyeing him a little suspiciously, which was the last thing he wanted. Kiane to play along with the rules here, even when he didn't totally agree with them. It was much easier that way; besides, everything that was done here was done to help them. He believed that. He also didn't want to get too much into talking about stuff like this with some girl he barely knew. Even if he did feel a bit sorry for her.

"It gets much better, I swear," Kiane added, "I know that everything feels like it's buggered right now because you're in this weird place and the sedatives are still wearing off but it's not all bad. They don't force us to weave baskets or anything so it's not as bad as rehab," He continued, chewing his gum thoughtfully, "You can get nicotine patches from the nurses if you ask nicely. It soothes the cravings a little."

 

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Marley Jacobs

Marley watched Karen's face turn red in anger. The nutrisionist wanted to say something or speak up for herself, but she knew that she had to keep
Marley's mental health in mind. Karen just turned around on her heel and walked out of the common room. A smirk formed on Marley's face. She loved making Karen feel like shit. It was one of her hobbies here at Safe Assistance. Marley rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a stick of nicotine gum. Smoking wasn't allowed around here and she was defiantly itching for a cigarette. She carefully took the wrapper off the stick of gum and shoved it in her mouth. There was a slight satisfaction as she comped on the piece of gum but it was nothing compared to the real thing. Happily chewing on the 3 calories in her mouth, she sat at her table and shuffled her deck of cards over, and over, and over.

She looked around at all the fucked up teens sitting around and trying to fill their time. Some of the kids she knew from therapy and around the hospital. None of them she would call her friends. Marley didn't need friends anyways. She just needed to stay on track with her eating disorder and not gain any weight while she was here. Putting her deck of cards down on the table, she rung her thumb and middle finger around her arm. She tried to get them to touch, but for the first time in a long time, there was a tiny space in between her finger tips. Her heart dropped. "Fuck," she said out loud, letting her arms go limp in aggravation.

"Do you mind?"

The voice startled her. She didn't notice the boy standing above her until he spoke. Marley looked up at him and starred for a moment furrowing her bow and not saying a word. He must be new because she didn't recognize him. Although, now-a-days she realized her memory wasn't as good as it was before she was admitted. "Sure, don't mind me. I'm just eating." Marley said to the boy, motioning to her IV that stood above her. "You new here?" She asked as he sat down across from her. She grabbed her deck of cards off the table and started dealing the two of them the entire deck of cards. She didn't care if he wanted to play or not. He sat down, so now they're playing War.​

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[rennuelaw]

Blair

Hazel brown eyes slowly opened, focusing on the pasty white ceiling before closing again for a few moments. It took him a few moments to fully realize just where he was and how he had gotten there. With a low growl, the handsome young slowly got up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He was angry, which was surprising due to the fact he was usually happy after a nice long sleep. Then again, he usually was drugged and forced to sleep plus the headache he had at the moment wasn't helping in the slightest. Light from the window came from the window, making his mocha brown skin almost appear golden as he stood up and stretched. He thought back to yesterday, how much he had fought and cursed at everyone until he was finally sedated and almost laughed when he recalled how shocked and offended one of the nurses looked when he snapped at her.

Gritting his teeth, he began to think about his current situation. From what he had heard and gathered about this place, he assumed it was simply a mental hospital. Considering what had happened to him earlier, he knew he should probably be on his best behavior or else he would be put into another drug-induced nap time. Walking over to the window, he looked out past the metal bars and glass to the pristine green grass before turning around and walking back over to the bed to press the nurse's button. When the smiling woman came into the room and asked what he wanted, he put on the best fake smile he could manage and asked if he could leave the room which led to him being brought the common room. Noticing a group of fellow teenagers at one of the tables, he shakes his head and makes his way to an empty one to sit down.

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[lonelycherub]

Jude Monroe
location: Common Room
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"Um, su..re you can sit here..." the girl looked stricken, but also like she was trying her hardest to be polite. a snapped crayon rested in pieces beside a rather sad looking coloring page. Her small fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the table. "Well...what's your name?"
"I'm Jude. You?" The words were measured, softly spoken in an attempt to put her at ease.
Yet somehow, he knew this was the wrong response. While Jude wasn't entirely sure of what he had done wrong, a horribly familiar anxious feeling was steadily rising within him-you done messed up brodie, she probably hates you--abort abort abort

Only now was it occuring to him that sometimes people sat alone because they wanted to be left alone.

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Or I can go?" he chanced a look up at her, eyes wide and guileless. "Really, you can tell me if you want me to leave. you won't damage my already fragile male ego. much." he rubbed the back of his head, cheeks an abashed pink. A hint of a good-natured grin graced his lips. "You just reminded me of someone..."

Cue the internal scolding. Right, because that wasn't less weird. My dude. what are you doing?

he wasn't sure why he was looking for pieces of home in such a strange place, or why his internal critic sounded so much like the fuckboys at school. Maybe it was the drugs? But speaking of reminding...Jude was almost certain he recognized the voice at the next table over, as well as the slightly self-conscious tilt of her head, her wavy dark hair. He prayed he was wrong. Of all of the scenarios in which he'd imagined a reunion with his dear friend, this was one he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.

 

[Deathpelt]

Kerry Wolfe​

She waited for the boy's reply, wondering what he would do, and was glad that the boy didn't seem like the kind of person that would anger easily. The puffiness from around his eyes, was nearly gone and she could only guess he had been crying.

"I'm Jude. You?"

He spoke out, though it was soft spoken and quiet. Somehow that seemed to put Kerry at ease, she lowered her shoulders down, glad that he wasn't... loud. Those people scared her more than she'd care to admit. He seemed to drift off a bit, and Kerry wondered about what he was thinking, his face seemed to light up a bit as if only now figuring something out, and before Kerry had realized she hadn't told him her name he was already speaking.

You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Or I can go?" he chanced a look up at her, eyes wide and guileless. "Really, you can tell me if you want me to leave. you won't damage my already fragile male ego. much. You just remind me of someone."

His face was a pinkish color, and immediately Kerry went into a kind of frenzy panic in her mind. Her whole brain was flashing what would be a red color, like something out of the movie "Inside Out." Her fingers scrunched up together, the delicate tapping rhythm ruined. "Please don't go!" She nearly yelled out, covering her mouth at the last part of the sentence. Jeez Kerry, you that desperate for a friend? A small voice echoed in her mind, She scrunched up her nose at that voice before continuing, lower her volume this time. " I'm sorry, my names Kerry, I'd like you to stay, Its just a bit harder here..." She finished off, hoping she didn't sound too pathetic.

I thought you didn't want a friend! You were literally fearing him a few moments ago! The voice continued, her stupid conscious.

Well I changed my mind Stupid, so deal with it!

You know, he could be dangerous... He could be a nut for all you know! People come in here for reasons, and I'm sure you don't want to learn his. Think about it, every single person here could blow. They could kill you! Everything could kill you! You don't know if the nurses are out for you, or if the others have something agains't you?

Please, can you just be quiet? I'm trying to actually know someone.

Hey its just your best pal Anxiety looking out for ya!

Well, just stay quiet will you?

With that the conversation ended, one that only she could hear, sigh, annoyances. She looked up at the boy, he couldn't be that dangerous could he? He hadn't done anything bad to her... yet and she decided that in a place like this you needed... Friends.

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