Post by Amelia Rose Delancre on Nov 1, 2011 21:09:03 GMT -5
Pale blue eyes were staring blankly out the window, the usual vacant expression upon the girl's pale features as she watched the rain pour down outside - amusingly enough, from what she could see of herself in the faint reflection, her eyes seemed to match that of the sky, though windows could hardly be relied upon for accurate reflections. Thin fingers were playing gently with a stretch bandage that had been placed over her left wrist. This may be uncomfortable, but we can't risk you wearing a normal bandage the slightest flicker of distaste would cross over her forehead, lines creasing in the skin as eyes narrowed. why didn't you just come out and say "because you're screwed in the head" she thought bitterly, she hated how doctors thought they were they so clever, so smart being 'subtle'. No, they weren't either of those, they were just stuck up pricks who thought they knew better...
Gaze would flicker down to the plastic name bracelet around her other wrist, it was one of those ones where no matter what, you couldn't seem to get the damned thing off, and she had tried, god knew she had tried. Those clips were damn near better than superglue. She'd study it again, even though she knew exactly what it said off by heart Amelia R. Delancre, nineteen, agorophobic, suicidal, anxiety. It amused her that 'mute' didn't accompany those tiny, perfect letters, though she supposed that anyone who was 'important' around here would automatically realize she was, indeed mute, at least they thought she was.. Either way, the little bracelet around her wrist was for their own convenience, since she obviously wouldn't be talking to them very soon.
Fingers had gone back to the puzzle pieces that were scattered around before her, trying to make heads or tails of the image that was supposedly printed upon it. Truth be known, she had no idea what it was, looked like some form of animal in a flower garden - judging by the patterns on some of the pieces, but it really didn't matter to her, it was something to do. Not for the first time in the week she had been there, fingers of her left hand would meet the fore-arm of her right, teeth sinking gently into her lower lip as she scratched at the flesh absentmindedly. Truth be known if she had of actually realized she was doing it, she probably would have stopped straight away, though that was the issue - she was so deep in concentration that she hadn't realized what she was doing, though the bracelet was just so irritating, she couldn't help it....
As her gaze fell upon two pieces that looked like they would match together, she would smile, pulling herself out of her thoughts and reaching out for them. A look of mild surprise would cross her face as she realized the red marks down her right arm, there was no mistaking they were from her scratching. She would frown, running her fingers over it lightly before mentally shaking it off and placing the two pieces together, grinning at the soft snap sound of the cardboard on the table, as the pieces clicked together, and clapping ever so softly. She knew one of those damned do-gooder doctors would raise questions about the marks if they didn't go down soon, and who ever it was keeping watch on the rec room would probably report her actions if they had of seen at all, but she didn't care at the moment - she was fixing this mess someone had made. Why someone would want to chop up a perfectly fine picture was beyond her, so she was going to fix it.
Gaze would flicker down to the plastic name bracelet around her other wrist, it was one of those ones where no matter what, you couldn't seem to get the damned thing off, and she had tried, god knew she had tried. Those clips were damn near better than superglue. She'd study it again, even though she knew exactly what it said off by heart Amelia R. Delancre, nineteen, agorophobic, suicidal, anxiety. It amused her that 'mute' didn't accompany those tiny, perfect letters, though she supposed that anyone who was 'important' around here would automatically realize she was, indeed mute, at least they thought she was.. Either way, the little bracelet around her wrist was for their own convenience, since she obviously wouldn't be talking to them very soon.
Fingers had gone back to the puzzle pieces that were scattered around before her, trying to make heads or tails of the image that was supposedly printed upon it. Truth be known, she had no idea what it was, looked like some form of animal in a flower garden - judging by the patterns on some of the pieces, but it really didn't matter to her, it was something to do. Not for the first time in the week she had been there, fingers of her left hand would meet the fore-arm of her right, teeth sinking gently into her lower lip as she scratched at the flesh absentmindedly. Truth be known if she had of actually realized she was doing it, she probably would have stopped straight away, though that was the issue - she was so deep in concentration that she hadn't realized what she was doing, though the bracelet was just so irritating, she couldn't help it....
As her gaze fell upon two pieces that looked like they would match together, she would smile, pulling herself out of her thoughts and reaching out for them. A look of mild surprise would cross her face as she realized the red marks down her right arm, there was no mistaking they were from her scratching. She would frown, running her fingers over it lightly before mentally shaking it off and placing the two pieces together, grinning at the soft snap sound of the cardboard on the table, as the pieces clicked together, and clapping ever so softly. She knew one of those damned do-gooder doctors would raise questions about the marks if they didn't go down soon, and who ever it was keeping watch on the rec room would probably report her actions if they had of seen at all, but she didn't care at the moment - she was fixing this mess someone had made. Why someone would want to chop up a perfectly fine picture was beyond her, so she was going to fix it.