Rose is such a poor unfortunate soul to have to share a room with you. Who would actually WANT to be near you for so long? I wouldn't be surprised if she wished to change rooms right off the bat.
hannah's deriding voice chided into May's thoughts. The girl allowed her short-lived happiness to be ripped from her and let a frown crease her face once again. She no longer felt hungry, and she pondered migrating to the day room, as she sat and plugged her head phones into her ears. The one thing that acted like her life line.
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Luke "Lucifer" Wolfe
Luke left his room, walking out and into the kitchen through the door in the day room, when he arrived he noticed that several people had gotten there before him, all of them were in his sketchbook, he recognized each of their faces. Rose, January, May, and Dixon, all were there before him. Exactly four people, each with their own issues to deal with as he did. The man took a few things as usual, and as usual the staff had gotten things he apparently needed to eat and put them in a brown paper bag with the letters "L" and "W" On a white label on the front, the text was black and the font was obviously Vivaldi, he found that font pleasing to the eye and was glad they'd used it, they always thought of him, he was the longest residing patient at Whitley Dukes. He sat at a table in the corner of the moderately sized room and opened his milk, the waterproof cubicle was only slightly larger than the standard size of a coffee mug and held a fair amount of calcium, how lovely, a nice, orderly 3-D polygon.
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[font=times new roman]The girl was still in bed. Her roommate, January, had already left
along with the other one who was yet to be decided, which stranded the teenager on her own in the room. Her stomach wasn't growling, but there were those days every once in a while where if you didn't eat right away, you didn't eat until lunch. Still, she needed to grab her meds. The girl dragged herself up, sitting on the crappy bedframe for a few moments before staggering to her feet. She grabbed her sketchbook and pencil. Erin was surprised they had let her actually have a pencil, seeing as it was possible to stab someone with it.Either way, she was stumbling down to the kitchen, where a nurse checked her name off of a list, and handed her the medication. Really, the medicine only calmed her anxiety slightly and was supposed to help her schizophrenia. It didn't help depersonalization or pyromania, and honestly schizophrenia wasn't really dented by it. The girl, after grabbing a glass of water to swallow the bitter pills, grabbed a little muffin, and then traveled to the day room. Yes, she knew you weren't supposed to have food in the day room, but she had devoured the muffin quickly, and there was no longer evidence of it. Erin clutched her sketchbook tightly and sank into one of the chairs, leaning heavily against the arm rail so that her back was to the corner of the room and she could see the entire area. She noted the few people scattered around, but didn't acknowledge them outwardly, simply scratching away at the paper on her lap, capturing the curves of the monsters who plagued her.
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May noticed Luke walk in, she trained her eyes on him and watched a he got so abnormally intrigued by what seemed to be the mundane bag his food came in. His eyes shone with an inquisitive nature, and it was intriguing to watch him lose himself in what average people would find the simplest, most ordinary objects. It was peculiar, to sit and watch one's wheels turn, and almost envy it. Most would say, it would be odd to find interest in a person finding interest in odd items. Such as she did, and such as he did. May pondered how easily it would be to write about this non-existent encounter, and started writing a journal in her head.
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Rose pulled her fingers across her lips bitting down on the inside of her cheek as the number of people in the small room grew. She began to feel antsy wanting to get out and run but at the same time her refusal to show that she was weak won the battle and she stood ignoring the horrid feeling in the pit of her stomach and the pounding in her head. Slowly she walked towards the boy she knew as Lake her fingers wrapping around a small gold necklace that hung between her collar bones Rose printed in a beautiful cursive font. "hello" she said her voice rasped and quiet probably the first time in months she had spoken. She felt the stare of one female worker who had tried to get her to speak burning her back and she sat down becoming to unstable on her feet to stand any longer. Dark circles lined the underneath of her eyes showing that last night had been a bad night for sleep.not my wrists
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May couldnt help but keep her eyes trained on her room mate. And although her curiosity gnawed at the pits of her stomach, she knew it wasnt her place to snoop, no matter how bored she was. Without warning her heart rate sped up and she realized then she needed to go take her medicine.As quietly as possible, she quickly made her way to the nurse who kept her pills for bipolar disorder and anxiety. Luckily, the anxiety medication eroded her adrenaline rush-inducing mental condition. As the acrid pill slid down her throat the woman checked off her name. May slowly made her way to the day room, counting down tge minutes until the gym was reopened. Her headphones remained playing music as she strolled back to her seat and casually slid out her ipod to write some. She had never enjoyed releasing her thoughts into a notebook, not enough privacy. She started typing mechanically, hoping some of the edge she felt bury itself deep in her would subside and leave her alone.
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Luke "Lucifer" Wolfe
Along with May's attention, May, the girl he knew to have many faces, he'd gotten to hear the lovely voice of the shy Rose, her eyes, though tired, were lovely as ever and in his heart Luke knew that if he could get her to be a it more social they might have somewhat of a friendship, a boat which sailed on golden waters and anchored near pleasant land, "Why, hello, Miss Rose~" His smooth voice slipped through his lips as the corners of his unshaven lips lifted slightly to form a casual, yet friendly grin. His words caught the attention of a few staff members who knew well that he liked to hear people talk, though this only started a week ago when he himself began talking to the staff after his seven year silence.
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Dixon only stared at May, setting his food down back onto his plate. He was a little shocked; she was beautiful, no doubt, but it was her joyous whispers of a song he well recognized that startled him. He hadn't heard it in years. He was attracted to her eyes and her soft face, and he was zoning out. He blinked his thoughts away, staring down at his sandwich.
my god that was so late
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It was then rose remembered why she didn't talk and it was for two reasons. 1 the fact her breathing was becoming short her nose wrinkling in distaste as the signature panic attack started to form considering she had not taken her meds. And 2 the overwhelming and nauseating happiness people constantly tried to shove down her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut and her feet found their way out the chair her hand never leaving the necklace as it housed her strength a remembrance of the times when she was not deemed legally insane. The same nurse who had been watching her before ruched forward a cup of clouded water with a straw in hand. Forcing the straw through the stitches that made it so hard to speak. Somehow through the closed off state she was in Rose managed to drink the water which had a whole manner of meds mixed in. Slowly she made her way back to Earth though it was obvious it was not because of the meds but through the course of a full panic attack. Sears brimmed her eyes and she bowed her head so her hair hid them resting her forehead on her knees. She had done the thing she hated most. Shown others how f*coming weak she was.not my wrists
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May, although she would never admit it to herself, had a strong dislike of being alone. So as she sat in this room, filled with familiar strangers she felt closest to safe she had in a while. Most of her panic revolved around isolophobia, to the point her writings took forms of a story of an anchor in a waterfall that could only desire to be shackled to a sturdy boat that securely sat away from the liquid turmoil she imagined herself drowning in. Her thoughst were bombarded by an old sonf with baby memorize and She rapidly flipped through it to find a Pierce the Veil song she found all too relatable. For she too, and she bet most of the other people in here, had awoken in the night scaring the thought of kissing razors. So lost as to how these demons creept into them, and made a home in their veins. Without realizing what she was doing, she hummed along, trying to stay quiet.
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Luke "Lucifer" Wolfe
"Hmm, maybe tomorrow, Rose..." Luke said, utterly crushed and disappointed by this outcome but what could he do? He wouldn't want to make the girl any more uncomfortable than she already was, so he returned to examining his breakfast, raising the milk to his lips and thinking about the taste of the off-white fluid as it flowed down into his throat, it was always strange that humans drank a cow's milk, and the flavor was both sweet and bitter, a pleasant taste that at the same time disgusted the schizophrenic man. His breakfast was gone before he knew it and he made his way to the dayroom, leaving the mess to the masses, or, the staff. May was there, sketching away, panicking, and humming, the odd girl. Luke found a spot on the couch and plopped down, flipping his own pencil skillfully in his fingers and sketching something on a blank page held within his sketchbook.
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Dixon stood up, throwing his unappetizing food away, and heading into the Day Room. He felt eyes staring at his thin form as he sat down in the furthest corner near the window to the garden. He was scared, scared of the rejection he faced as he was around people who was a stranger to.
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Ooc: oh my these rooms are so confusing. I promise I'll get Better at recognizing setting.
May noticed the other two enter the room and wasnt really sure how to acknowledge them, so she didnt. She watched them both intentally as they moved to a chair. Her brown eyes only traveling back to her own project when her curiousity was ameliorated. She tugged on her sweater a little uncomfortably, turning up the volume of her music to tune out the voices that had decided to return for an encore. She found inspiration in the worst things, she swore to herself. She moved her right hand to her purple hair,
And with each stroke
of her fingers
habitually
running through her hair
A few strands
Release themselves from
Her tainted head
But she couldn't blame them
She would remove herself
From her fatal thoughts
And shaky digits
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Rose looked up once again ready to apologize with her rough voice but he was gone and she desperately wanted to follow after him. She wanted to speak to leave this wretched place but her earlier confidence was shattered and now she was left alone. And that was worse than sitting in silence. Slowly she stood she would go and sit probably not speak but she would sit and be strong and finally not let people leave her. Of course it took all her energy to force herself into the crowded room. Silently she reached out her fingers finding the hem of the males shirt and she tugged without a word nodding to the seat he sat next to. She was obviously holding back tears but she refused to let go. For once she would make someone stay with her through this. Though who knew how long this mood would last and with the attention she believed she was getting she wanted to curl up in a little ball under her covers and be safe from the demons that crowded her head. For once get a nights sleep. Not even a good nights seep just she wanted to sleep until she was not tired.not my wrists
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May's wary eyes felt the abnormality sweltering around her like a fever. Rose's intrepid outbreak bringing attention to herself. May sat and pondered for a moment about how Ironic it was to bravely demand help, for this is what Delilah told her was happening in this off reasoning of Rose approaching someone. May kept her prying eyes onher room mate, assessing her surroundings in several different metaphorical senses. She wonders if her inmates were aware of her constant writings of them.
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Luke "Lucifer" Wolfe
Luke looked at the girl, she looked like she was going to burst into tears at any moment, he scooted a bit so she could sit down, though his expression showed his concern his silver eyes still held that friendly glow. He refused to speak though, not unless she did, she obviously didn't want to hear him talk, right? As far as he knew, that was the truth and he would accept that until Rose felt comfortable around him, which he still believed was possible and it was something he wanted more than anything, not Rose specifically, but the asylum's people as a whole. During his time in the asylum his schizophrenia had all but ceased to exist, a few triggers remained but he knew that the others could overpower their disorders as well if they'd open up, eyes, ears, and mouths, to see, to listen, to speak. That was all they needed to find the path to recovery, and he knew it.
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Rose glanced over at her roommate a wear of her burning gaze. As quickly as she could she sat on the seat pulling her legs back to her chest pulling her fingers over her lips as if to offer an explanation as to why she was not speaking. She glanced over at him fighting herself over the overwhelming tiredness that fogged her mind. She wrinkles her nose hugging her knees close to her chest pressing her lips together to form a line. She played with the thread that laced it's way through her lips that made it so hard to speak. Sure people had tried to get her to cut the thread but none had really been able to get close enough to her lips to get it off.not my wrists
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Luke "Lucifer" Wolfe
Luke pressed his finger horizontally over his lips and tilted his head, he hadn't noticed the thread until now and was silently mentioning the option to cut her ties with the thread, though it likely had something to do with her discomfort. His eyes sparkled with energy, but he kept himself calm so as to keep Rose around longer, though he couldn't help his naturally warm smile. The 18-year old thought a moment before he looked at his sketchbook and twirled his pencil, drawing fast and leaving lines dark like burns, it was almost as if he were drawing with ink rather than lead, and as he drew the shapes slowly came together.
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she pressed her hand over her mouth before removing it to speak in her slurred voice as she moved the words around her lips almost as a ventriloquist would "never" her raspy voice sounded as she huddled under the cover her legs brought her. her eyes closed momentarily as she tried to calm her self but she was known for mood switches, bipolar hey called it. The thread was a major trigger and she felt suddenly angry at the world for sending her here angry at Luke for questioning it angry at everything. once again she found herself wishing to retreat to her room.not my wrists
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As January walked to the Day Room after taking her medications, she was talking to herself. By now, most people knew it was one of her quirks, and only happened when she was really antsy or if she was around too many people at once. Clutching her large notebook and pencil, she sat down in a connar not far from everyone else. She set her book down, and started to write swiftly.
