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Post by alexabrace on Aug 17, 2011 20:37:15 GMT -5
Alexa waited patiently as the nurse processed her paperwork. It had been a full 48 hours since she had seen or even heard from her parents, not that she really cared, she just wished they had worried a little more. It wasn't like them to put her before their own lives, but she thought maybe just this time she would be a little more important. Alexa pushed the thought from her mind and stared up at the nurse typing vigorously at the keyboard. She had shoulder length orange hair and a tooth that stuck out a little over her bottom lip. She wasn't the most attractive thing in the room, but she was definitely in a better place then Alexa so she was in no position to judge. Alexa took a deep breath and looked down at the folder that the nurse had provided her with. She wanted to laugh at the thought of being in a place like this, a place she was certain she didn't belong. Of course she did some things others would find strange, but they were things she had grown to love and who the hell were these people to just determine they should change it. She had spent her whole life being controlled and now she had signed herself up for the same torture. As her heart began to race and she realized what she was doing she quickly looked up at the nurse again and started to part her lips.
"There, we are all set Alexa. If you would just follow me out to the Rec room we will have a patient meet with you and talk to you about the facility." The nurse stated and not a moment too soon. She stood from her desk and waited for Alexa to follow suit. Alexa closed her mouth and swallowed hard, she glanced out the window and thought for a moment. 'Just make a run for it, they can't hold you against your will' She contemplated the thought for a moment and then looked back at the nurse who was still smiling. It warmed her heart and calmed her for a bit, no one had ever smiled at Alexa like that. It was genuine and honest, this person she had just met an hour ago cared more about her and her well-being than anyone outside of those concrete walls. Alexa felt her eyes swell but held back the tears and stood from her chair, she nodded at the nurse and followed her out into the hallway. These were the first steps to the beginning of the end for Alexa, and with every click of the nurses heel on the floor Alexa got that urge to run again.
As they entered the rec room the nurse signaled to a large blue chair and told Alexa to take a seat. She grinned and did as the lady asked, staring down at the folder in her lap she listened closely as the clicks faded off down the hall. Alexa could feel her palms sweating as she wondered who was going to come show her around, they were probably going to start in with the whole 'what brings you here' deal, and frankly that was something Alexa wasn't bound to share. She looked around the room, taking in the scene. The walls were a pale pasty yellow and the tiled floor was an old cappuccino color. Alexa was sure the best designers hadn't take part in the construction of this place, then again it wasn't some five star hotel it was a nut ward. Alexa smirked and looked over at some of the patients sitting in chairs as well. You could tell the ones that had been here as opposed to the new comers, there was a dark haired guy in the front of the room wearing a pair of tan scrubs and a small brunette girl near him with a sweater huddled up like she was freezing to death. Alexa's eyes wandered from the people to the clock on the wall, with every movement of the hand she thought about leaving. But something was keeping her there, something she couldn't figure out.
After a few minutes of waiting Alexa made herself comfortable in the chair. Although the decorations in the room were a bit dated the furniture was extremely comfortable. It had been a long trip to the manor and her body had finally reached the point of exhaustion. The fighting, the stress, the lack of food. Everything was really starting to catch up. She figured she could close her eyes for a minute or so, more than likely the patient coming to get her would announce her name and she would wake up. There was a small hope in the back of her mind that the person wouldn't even show up and Alexa would be able to skip the whole awkward part of meeting someone new. She wasn't here to make friends, in fact she didn't want to have any contact with anyone in this place. She was positive they were all a lot more messed up than she was. With that thought in her mind she slowly let her eyelids fall and felt herself drift off to sleep.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT 878
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Post by justice on Aug 17, 2011 21:28:23 GMT -5
"Goddammit, Ryker." the medium profile growled to himself, kicking the wall outside the therapy room. He hoped Ryker would hear him, that little... But whatever. Name calling wouldn't help anything. Justice sighed, his eyebrows furrowing together and a hand tugging on his girlish blond hair. He was angry; fuming at his doctor. So one of the guards had caught him with a lighter; so what? He hadn't used it, even though he had had plenty of chances to. So what was the harm? It was a self-defense mechanism, nothing more, and they were so angry about it! It hadn't even worked as self-defense, either. He had been beaten up by some guy and had to be rescued by the head of security. The fucking head of security. Justice growled again; he was such a wimp. But whatever, Ryker had gotten that "I'm so disappointed in you" face about the lighter, and then it had gotten interesting. Or, rather, it had gotten frustrating. His damn doctor had told him that he had to do one good deed a day until Ryker was satisfied. And today, he had to show some fucking new girl around.
Justice barely remembered being new. He knew that he had managed to lock himself in his room and refused to come out, but that was a fact, not a memory. Memories always faded to facts after a while, and he supposed that they had just let him get his way for the week, so he could adjust better. But whatever, Justice was a stubborn mule, and it was unlikely that this new girl would do anything that resembled his first week. Girls. Justice snorted. He hadn't met a single girl that wasn't a complete wimp, and he doubted that he ever would. This girl would probably be no different from the rest of them here. Probably had DPD or an eating disorder, something like that. Justice amused himself by poking at the rose-gray scars that scattered his arms like cheetah markings while he waited for his escort. Ryker had said he needed an escort, for some reason. The thought of running away hadn't even occurred to Justice before Ryker had given him an escort, but now he thought that it was quite a good idea. He was just taking a step in the opposite direction when a stern-faced nurse grabbed his wrist, spinning him around. He snarled, ripping his hand out of her grasp and starting off towards the rec room. Dammit, nothing went his way here. The nurse trotted behind him, her high-heeled shoes making short clicking noises against the linoleum floor.
Justice sighed again as they reached the rec room, clamping his hand against the door frame and shifting his weight on one foot so he could basically swing a full ninety degrees to look into the room. Boring patient, high profile, sleeping girl. He turned to the nurse and growled. "Which one is it?" he asked sharply, his eyes narrowing. "The sleeping one," she responded, stealing his normal apathetic look right out of his mind. He would have been wearing his apathetic face, but hell, he was mad at Ryker, and had every right to be. So he wasn't apathetic, but whatever. He wasn't being paid to make a good impression on the girl or become her friend. He wasn't being paid at all. He wanted to be, though. If he wasn't in Lucid Manor, he would be being paid by now. He would have gotten a job to help with college and he would have been living a completely normal life. But he was just doomed, wasn't he? Maybe he really was possessed by a demon, just like that Jeremiah guy said. The patient snickered a little at the thought, then walked into the room and over to the sleeping girl.
Justice leaned down, his face about half a foot away from the girl's. It would have been funnier and creepier to say that his was only a few inches from hers, but he wasn't that touchy-feely, even when he was in a bad mood. It would have also progressed the encounter a bit to say that he poked her cheek or something to get her to wake up, but he didn't do that either. Instead, he just lightly kicked the base of the chair, then stood back and waited for her to wake up. He knew enough about basic architecture to know that his light kick would send a little shock through the whole chair. Unless she slept like he did (like the living dead or a log), she would definitely wake up. It was just a matter of how long it took.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 17, 2011 23:18:17 GMT -5
Alexa had always been a light sleeper, she figured it was in her best interest to be on her toes even when she slept. Normally to get through a night she would force herself to keep her eyes closed, the whole sleeping like a baby thing went out the window long ago thanks to her father. She pulled herself deeper into the chair as she felt herself drift further into the sleep, a sudden shake to the chair quickly awoke her. Startled she jumped from the chair dropping her folder to her feet. "What the hell!" She muttered loudly, trying to focus on the person before her. For a moment she had forgotten where she was, her fist clenched and she took a deep breath before remembering that it wasn't her father standing before her. She released her fingers and looked to the floor, leaning forward and grabbing the folder. She was clearly embarrassed, that wasn't a normal reaction for her to give to someone she didn't know. She wanted to apologize, but then again she didn't really care. This person clearly had no respect for others so there was no reason for her to apologize.
Trying not to make eye contact with the person she looked him over quickly. He seemed rather normal. He was small for being a guy, but then again he had probably been through things Alexa couldn't imagine. She moved her eyes from his face noticing the scars on his arms she felt an almost sense of relief. Maybe he wasn't one of the crazy ones she was afraid to run into around here, he had marks like hers well at least for the most part. Hers were more in places you couldn't see except for the clearly obvious one on her wrist. She glanced down at her own scar and adjusted her hand so that it wasn't noticeable. She glanced back at his for a moment and wondered what had caused them, not that she was about to ask or share war stories with the kid, it was just nice to see someone that had some demons as well. She realized she had been staring and quickly moved her eyes back to the floor.
The silence between the two of them seemed to last forever, obviously this wasn't going to be as easy as she had wanted. Alexa just wanted to go to her room, follow her care plan, and just be left alone. But quite obviously everyone was going to make that a little more complicated than she had wished. Clearing her throat she looked up at the boy and searched her brain for something to say. Alexa was comfortable with being the quiet shy girl in the corner that everyone avoided. It wasn't like her to start some senseless small talk with a stranger or even someone she had known. But clearly this place was all about making you do things you weren't comfortable with. "I assume you're the one showing me around." She finally muttered, still with a bit of an attitude. It was obvious enough that he was there to do that, but she couldn't think of anything better to say. She hoped he was just as stubborn as her when it came to talking, hopefully he didn't give a damn and would just show her around the place. He seemed so far to fit that criteria. She stood from the chair and waited for the person to begin the tour.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT 585
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Post by justice on Aug 18, 2011 11:45:54 GMT -5
Justice slept like a dead person, but it was apparent that this girl didn't. He snickered softly as she woke up, now leaning against the wall and watching her with amused eyes. His eyes were the only things that were amused though. In the short time that it had taken her to wake up, he had slipped back into his apathetic mood, and his face looked like it was made of stone. He had already looked her over, when she was asleep. Normal looking, nothing special. Or at least he thought so. It wasn't until she woke up that his eyes flickered over the mark on her wrist, and he blinked. It was similar to the ones that dotted his bare arms, but at the same time it looked different. He was curious, and he gestured to it just after she covered it up. "Have trouble with a cig, or something?" he asked, interest sparking in his eyes. He didn't want to ask her straight out how she got it, because... he just didn't. Justice himself had never smoked, but a lot of people in this shithole had. The girl probably had too. But the way he said it, it probably sounded like he had smoked before.
"Whatd'ya mean, what the hell? You were asleep, I woke you up. Simple enough." he said, a bored expression slipping over his childish features. He blinked slowly, looking around the room. there really weren't any interesting patients here. One crying in the corner, a few playing puzzles, and a little bunch watching tv. He wished they would liven up, maybe get in a fight. As long as Justice wasn't being beaten up, he liked watching fights. It was amusing to speculate on what caused it and who was going to win. It wasn't that amusing when he was being hurt, or even when he was hurting someone (which didn't happen that often). The girl wasn't amusing, either. She was just nervous looking, and that was kind of annoying. Though he wasn't fully annoyed with her yet, seeing as he was still curious about the burn mark.
The silence was as long as hell, and eventually he gave up on her answering about the burn mark. He sighed, rubbing that back of his head. "Yeah. It's my good deed of the day to show you around. Explain the facility and everything. So don't run away, or I'll get in trouble again," he said, narrowing his eyes at the girl. If she got him in trouble, curious about the burn mark or not, he swore that he would make her life here a living hell. Which it was already going to be, but he could probably make it worse. If he tried hard enough, that is. But really, as long as she let him get this over with and never see her again, she would be just fine here. The same attitude was the one someone needed to survive their indefinite amount of time here, so this should also be a learning experience for her.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 18, 2011 14:02:00 GMT -5
"Have trouble with a cig, or something?" The girl laughed gently to herself at the kids question. Alexa had only intentionally burned herself a handful of times in places people couldn't see. Sure there were times when she got distracted by the vibrant blue flame of a lighter inches below her arm. But that normally resulted in scorching the arm hair and a small burn that went away eventually. She loved fire far too much to allow it to bring her to a mind set of pain, the whole experience of setting something ablaze was euphoric and beautiful that it didn't feel right to place it with something so hurtful. Returning her attention back to the boys question she ran her finger gently over the smooth surface of her scar. "Not exactly." She said without any further detail. Opening up about things was probably something the staff here would force her to work on, but for right now she was going to keep her life as much of a secret as possible. Although she hated her parents a part of her still wanted to keep them protected, but most of all she wanted to keep herself protected. Laying all of her problems out on the table on her first day would only result in awkward stares and un-easy apologies. That was something Alexa absolutely hated.
As the boy asked the next question Alexa simply rolled her eyes, she wasn't sure if waking people up by kicking their chair was something this person was used to but it was surely something she hadn't grown up with. She found it in her best interest not to start an argument with the first person she had met, for all she knew he was some crazy guy that could kill her in a second. Looks could be deceiving, she knew that all too well. Her eyes followed his as he looked around the room. Everyone looked like zombies. Their eyes glazed over, the slurring in their voices. Alexa knew it would only be a certain amount of time before she joined them, before she became some mindless, drugged up, patient in a nut ward. She sighed a bit and returned her attention to the floor. Her eyes were most comfortable there, there was no way someone could lure you in by staring into your eyes when they didn't have a chance to look into them.
Her curiosity about the boys scars grew as she looked at his arm from the corner of her eyes. They were intense and scattered across his flesh. Something about them drew Alexa in, she wanted to know more about them, each one of them held a story that would be forever remembered by its holder. They looked like the burn marks she had on her inner thigh, but she wasn't about to say that to him. Perhaps he was more open about his life and would reveal it to her in time, for now though she was just left to wonder. His voice brought her mind back on track and she smirked a bit, "I'm not going to run..." She stopped for a moment and thought about doing so. It wasn't an option for her, she had no where to go besides this, her parents had finally received what they wished for and there was no chance they would take her back. Not that she really wanted them to, but it would still be nice to know she had a home to go back to. As of right now Lucid was her home, the harsh reality of that hadn't really set in with her yet but she could feel it festering away at her mind. Alexa stared down the hall, trying to give the hint she was ready to get this tour moving along. The quicker he got through it the quicker she would be able to be left alone. "I'm Alexa by the way." She said gently, figuring she would try her best not to be a bitch and actually try to get a small conversation going.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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Post by justice on Aug 18, 2011 15:46:31 GMT -5
Justice raised his eyebrows when the girl started laughing. The only kind of laughter that happened here was hysteric and nervous laughter, because nothing was funny. She'd learn that soon enough. He smirked a bit, wondering just how soon she would learn that, and if she would like it or not. He guessed not. No one did, and even the crazy ones thought that they didn't belong here. Nobody wanted to live in a place like this; a place full of lies and secrets and cannibals and pyromaniacs. It was worse than hell, and to be honest, Justice was getting depressed. Before he had come in here, he had been alive, no matter how bad his life was. This couldn't even count as a life, it was just a sort of semi-existence. The doctors said that they were here to help, but that was a lie too. Justice had a feeling that they were all just test subjects for new drugs, play toys for the sadists that found their way into the ranks of the staff. It wasn't a life, not at all. And it made Justice kind of sad every time he saw a new patient being escorted in, being assured that it would be all right by the handsome doctors and fashion model nurses, only to be stuck with needles just a few hours later. Yeah, Justice was getting depressed. But unlike the others, he was going to get out. It was the only thought that kept him from killing himself, even though in some part of his mind he knew that it was a lie. Maybe that was why so many patients just took the drugs and got the zombiefication over with; to escape the pain of knowing that the only way out of this was death. Justice shook himself out of his little world of depressing thoughts, returning to a less profound track of thought.
He had never bothered to hide his burns. Maybe it was because he had been too young to understand that they would mark him as crazy, or maybe because he had understood that. Maybe he had wanted to be marked as different, thinking that just a few scars wouldn't get him thrown into somewhere like this. But, of course, it was the scars that had separated him from his family. It wasn't the scars that had gotten him thrown in here; that had been the bed's fault. The bed that was so easily burnable and the guys that had pushed him to burn it. So, no, it wasn't his fault. Nothing was ever Justice's fault, and he would stick with the childish mindset as long as it saved him from darker thoughts, like the ones he had just pulled himself from.
"Being surprisingly profound today..." he mumbled to himself, wiping a few strands of hair away from his eyes. He didn't need to think about that, he just didn't. this time, he really did try to pull himself back into the conversation. He smirked as she rolled her eyes, watching her in case she did anything else. "What? Something annoying?" he asked teasingly, returning his eyes to her wrist for a second, then up to her face. "It's good that you won't run away, because then the nurses would have to go through the bother of catching you. As I'm supposed to explain the facility to you, the first thing you need to know is that they don't plan on letting you leave," he continued, watching her face for any sign of dismay or depression, even anger. Shock, surprise, whatever. It was interesting to watch how she would react to the news. "Any questions?" he asked, putting on his most innocent face and staring at her, his head tilted a bit as he waited for a response.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 18, 2011 17:53:17 GMT -5
Alexa felt a lump form in her throat and her stomach sink as the boy announced there was no way out. Of course she knew it was a long term facility, but was he really being serious about having to stay here forever. A blanket of fear and anger covered her, she wanted so badly to prove this guy wrong and walk out the doors. She hated people telling her what was going to happen in her life, especially when it was something she opposed. She glared back at the guy and gave him a sarcastic look, "Nice try." She was more than positive he wasn't lying, but a part of her was praying that he was. Maybe this was just the way to break down the new people, Alexa refused to let him do that to her. She smirked a bit and parted her lips again, "I'll leave when I please." Control was something she didn't just hand over because of someone's title, she would fight tooth and nail to get the things she believed she deserved. Her eyes wandered around the room once more as she noticed the patients, they looked like they had been here for a while. She was sure that they to had the idea of being able to leave whenever they wanted, but unlike them Alexa was willing to risk anything to get what she wanted. At least she liked to believe she would do such a thing, in all actuality she had never really been able to walk out of a situation she didn't want to be in. Her first real move of doing something for herself was coming to this place and now she was filling her head with different plans of escaping. Maybe her mind was truly screwed up like the doctors had said at the hospital, their terms were a little more creative but all in all it was the same thing.
"How long have you been here?" She asked suddenly, not really thinking before it came pouring out. Normally no conversation went beyond introductions with Alexa, but something about this guy made her feel like she could speak. At least a little more than usual. She realized it was a little rude to just ask that, but Alexa sort of lacked any good conversation skills. Growing up Alexa never really got to know the kids in her neighborhood, her parents kept her fairly secluded hiring tutors and teaching her from home. She never got to experience the idea of a football game, going to prom, texting your best friend to go to the mall. All the things people took for granted she longed for, of course now it was too late. Everyone back home most likely knew where she was, or had some idea that she would end up here. The few times she was arrested for setting trashcans on fire or blowing up mailboxes definitely helped secure her position as the town weirdo. Of course with her father being the county coroner she never racked up any charges on her record, just a few nights in the town station and a hefty fine. People feared her around the town, and in a way she sort of enjoyed that. Of course the fear was turned against her with harassing letters in the mail and her home windows being smashed out on a regular basis. But all in all it gave Alexa a sense of empowerment when no one wanted to be associated with her. She shrugged off the thoughts and waited for the boy, being alone wasn't bad.
She glanced back towards his arm, the thought of asking him about them rested on the tip of her tongue. Maybe this was what drew her into having a conversation with him. They were secrets just resting there on his arm like hers, things no one else could understand. People normally find themselves revolted by scars, especially the ones someone inflicts upon themselves. But Alexa loved them, it showed her that the person could feel. Sure they rarely talked about their feelings, but unlike other people who just shove them aside a self abuser destroys the hate and keeps the story with them forever. It wasn't practical for anyone else to understand why people did this, but Alexa realized the importance of having those marks upon your body. She wasn't completely sure if this boys wounds were self inflicted, but from the location and pattern of it she was almost certain that they had been. Then again she was certainly no doctor so her guess was just as good as anyone else. She brought her eyes back to the floor and waited for him to move along, they were clearly not getting anywhere with this small talk chatter.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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Post by justice on Aug 18, 2011 18:46:04 GMT -5
Justice raised an eyebrow when she declared his beginning speech a 'try'. Well, at least she had called it a nice try. No, she really didn't get it, did she? Justice didn't think she did, and he and been here long enough to know when someone was in denial. It was common to hear patients new and old proclaim that they didn't belong here and that the facility should release them as soon as possible. They tried to explain why they should be able to leave, they begged and pleaded with the nurses to be let out. But not once in Justice's time here had he heard someone proclaim that they could leave whenever they wanted. Who had told her that? He voiced the question a moment later, plopping himself onto the couch directly across from her. "Who told you that, Alexa?" he asked, only using her name to be polite. The nurse who had grabbed him earlier was in the corner, watching like a hawk and taking notes on a clipboard. She was more than just an escort, she was a surveyer... erm, no. Justice didn't know what she was, but the italics he had put into his thoughts made it dramatic, right? But whatever, she seemed to be watching him to make sure that he didn't hurt the girl or anything. No, hurting new kids was bad. He had already known that, and it wasn't like he could hurt her anyway, he was just that much of a wimp. And he wasn't the type to pounce on people for no reason in particular, at least, not physically. He verbally tormented everyone he came across, but that was just a way of making himself feel better. All bark, just a bit of bite.
"No, you don't get it, kid," he said, resting his elbows on his knees and placing his chin in his palm, watching her with what he supposed were innocent eyes. "They won't let you leave until you're cured, but see, no one here ever gets cured. Because once we stop whatever we're in here for, just for a little while, they'll have to make sure that we'll never do it again. But they don't know how to check that, so we're just stuck. Admit it to yourself, and you'll feel a lot better. You aren't leaving." Okay, so it was a little harsh. A lot harsh, really harsh, but Justice didn't like to coat things in sugar and jellybeans. He got straight to the point with this, and that way he could leave faster. He just hoped that she didn't have a meltdown or anything. "Now, I assume you're in here for an eating disorder or something? Just gain weight," he said flatly, shifting to a curled position, his full body on the couch and his chin resting on his arm. It would be harder to move his jaw, but it was a sign that he didn't think he needed to talk anymore. However, he could see from the corner of his eyes that the nurse was gesturing for him to sit up straight, and with a sigh he did so, facing Alexa again. His eyebrows shot up when she asked him how long he had been here. "That's your only question?" he asked, chewing his lip, deep in thought.
To be honest, Justice had lost track of time. There weren't any calenders in his room, and he hadn't bothered to make marks on the walls or anything. Heck, he barely even remembered the day of the week anymore. It was just waking up, doing what he had to do with the staff, and going back to bed. Sometimes the schedule was punctured by food or free time, but normally it wasn't. So it took him a long time to think about that. But, finally, he answered. "Erm... about three months, I think. Maybe more, maybe less... lots of patients have been here longer," he said, looking absently at the wall behind Alexa's chair, wondering why exactly they had picked him to show her around. It wasn't like he could relate to her in any way. After a few moments, his eyes snapped back to her face. "But why do you want to know?"
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 18, 2011 19:38:04 GMT -5
Alexa listened closely as the boy continued his speech on being stuck here. She could tell he was serious now, the tone in his voice and look in his eyes revealed that in an instant. Her heart stopped pounding and the room around her grew quiet, for a moment she felt like she would collapse to the floor. She could feel the panic stirring around in her stomach and she needed to sit down before it took over her. Instinctively she scratched gently at her forearm, a nervous tick she never really realized she was doing. What had she gotten herself into? She was stuck in this place, around these people for longer than she had planned. The realization of this actually not being some sought after vacation slowly began to sink in. This was it. Her final stop. She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, her foot bounced rapidly off the linoleum tile below her. Her eyes darted to the nurse who looked a little concerned and Alexa knew she needed to calm down before they pumped her up with some medication that was bound to knock her out. She closed her eyes for a second and took another breath, her eyes went back to the floor and she slowed the pace of her bouncing foot down. 'Play it cool Alexa, don't show them you're weak.' The voice in her head was always a good companion, it normally helped her figure out whatever problem was troubling her. She sank back in the chair and looked over at Justice.
His next question sort of took her off guard and her walls were immediately back up. "Now, I assume you're in here for an eating disorder or something? Just gain weight," She looked away from the boy and down at her legs. Was it that obvious to pick out all of her problems, this kid was on a roll and he hadn't known her for more than twenty minutes. Perhaps she wasn't as good at covering things up as she had believed she was. Or maybe the people in here just knew what was wrong with you, because well, they sort of understand the whole world of having issues. Alexa simply shrugged and brought her attention back to his, "That's one of the things they put on my chart." She answered simply. Alexa knew she had a problem with eating but didn't believe it to be a disorder. She just liked to keep herself looking thin, and if their idea in this place was to make her into some sort of cow they were sadly mistaken. She smirked a bit to herself when he recommended just gaining some weight. There was no way that years of work would be ruined by people that thought it was in her best interest.
When the guy told her how long he had been in the manor Alexa felt a little shock. Three months. She couldn't imagine being here for that long, every one in the front gave you the idea that they would 'fix you up' and send you on your way. However, from the information she was getting it just seemed like she had signed on to something a little more intense. Alexa once again shrugged, "I guess I was hoping for something shorter than that." Clearly the idea of a week stay was out of the question, Alexa realized that. She could either sit there and complain about it or just let it be and move on. She had once again been defeated by someone and that feeling destroyed her. She wanted so badly to walk over to the nurse standing against the wall and punch her in the face, just do something to get her kicked out of this place. Then again, doing something that irrational would provide some sort of consequence that Alexa wasn't sure she wanted to deal with. Not yet anyway.
After deciding she was going to stop whining about her circumstances she returned her attention once more to the boy on the couch. She still hadn't gotten his name, not that she really minded. But the conversation between them had already gone a little further than she had planned, she thought they would have gone their separate ways by now but it seemed like things weren't working out that way. The whole anxiety of holding a conversation had slowly went away and for once Alexa felt like she could actually have some what of a decent human interaction. She cleared her throat and looked over at the boys arms, since he had been analyzing her clearly the boundaries between the two didn't exist. "Did you do those yourself?" She asked, almost impressed by them. She thought for a moment he would think she was some sort of freak, talking about his scars like some masterpiece in a gallery. Alexa didn't care what he thought of it, she figured if he was uncomfortable he would move this whole tour bullshit faster and they wouldn't have to worry about talking to each other again. A part of her however hoped he would at least explain a bit to her, not that she had been completely open with him about any of her problems but she at least admitted to one.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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Post by justice on Aug 18, 2011 21:16:53 GMT -5
Justice raised his eyebrows again when she started fidgeting, scratching at her arm. Maybe she just had a mosquito bite, but Justice doubted it. He had spent enough time watching people inside and outside of the manor to know what they were thinking, even if he didn't know how to interact with them very well. Endless hours spent in parks and school hallways, sitting and watching and waiting for someone to show their tick, to get irritated or to start a fight with someone else. To drop a cigarette on the ground and make Justice wait some more to see what kind of person would pick it up. It had become habit, the apathetic stare that wasn't really looking anywhere. People never noticed him, never paid any attention to the effeminate Asian sitting on a bench or leaning on a locker. Never noticed that behind the stone face he was watching their every move, and at the same time wondering when the next midnight burning session would be. You could say that Justice had lived an odd childhood. The only good thing about it was that he could now recognize Alexa for her mood, which was currently something close to nervous. After a few weeks here it would be depression, like every other poor sap that found their way to Lucid Manor. Depression, just like Justice was starting to feel.
He blinked. "One of the things?" he asked quietly, putting his thumb over his lips and musing on what other problems she could have. Other than the insane skinniness, there weren't really any clues. Well, there was that mark on her wrist, but he had already accepted the untold story that she had been having trouble with a cigarette and dropped it, or something along those lines. It probably wasn't an intentional burn, like the ones scattering Justice's arms were. She looked like too much of a princess to burn herself with anything, or so Justice thought. When she didn't comment on the losing weight thing, he didn't try to push her. It wasn't his job to cure her, that was the doctors' jobs, even if they didn't do it very well. It felt like a prison; do exactly what the prison guards say and you get special privileges. Hell, Justice knew that as long as he did what Ryker said - no more, no less - for a few weeks, he might be let off the hook for the lighter incident. Though he was still mad about how they had reacted to that little thing, at least he hadn't been locked in solitary confinement for a week or anything. Though there had been those threats hanging over his head, he had been looking so close to being dead that they were never filled out. It was simply filed as "not his fault"... but they were still mad about that fact that he stole the lighter from the kitchen.
Okay. So what Justice had thought earlier had been completely wrong. There was something to laugh about here, and it was the girl "hoping for something shorter". For the second time this week, Justice burst into laughter, folding over and clutching his stomach to keep from exploding. At least the laughter wasn't hysterical and nerve-wracking this time. "Something... shorter?" he gasped, the burst of laughter fading into giggles. "God, girl, three months is nothing. Some of the patients have been here for years on end; I was just subtle about my problem," he continued, the giggles now fading away too. Sure, subtle. He had actually managed to convince the world that he was completely cured, and he was proud of that. But then there had been that one little slip-up, and he had ended up in here. But that was his past life, and there was no point in thinking about it now. He had been a pyro long before he was the age that made it legal for him to be chucked in here, and he had lasted a good seven years under the radar, living a normal life. He was immensely proud of those seven years, at least on the I-wasn't-chucked-into-this-shithole scale. On the scale of a normal life, it had been shitty. But whatever. Once again, no use remembering it. It wasn't like he would ever return it that life. If he ever did escape from here, it would either be to start a new life under a new name or to be carried out in a body bag. Maybe the wouldn't even carry him out, just bury him out in the woods. Maybe they wouldn't even tell his family that he was dead, because by the time he died a normal death here they would all be gone too. Or maybe they just had some way of emptying more slots, discarding the patients that were too drugged up to get any results from. His expression suddenly changed from holding back giggles to tired and sad at that thought. Would they really just kill of patients to make room for more? Everything was possible here, after all.
"Did you do those yourself?"
Justice straightened up to look at her, the shock showing on his face as she asked her question. Goddammit, he was here to explain the facility to her, not to talk about his personal life. He glared at her, eyes narrowed. "I'm here to explain Lucid Manor to you, not to reminisce about my fucking past," he snarled, contemplating standing up and leaving. But then Ryker would just make him do one extra good deed, and that wouldn't be fun. So he stayed seated, but his posture was stiff and his eyes were narrowed to the point of squinting as he looked at Alexa, obviously angry. The awkward silence had suddenly escalated to something a lot more dangerous. "Now, do you have any questions about the manor?" he asked stiffly, still making an effort to get his "good deed of the day" over with.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 18, 2011 22:29:17 GMT -5
Alexa braced herself against the back of the chair as the boy announced his obvious bad feelings toward answering the question. For a moment she was shocked and a little afraid of how he was reacting, she shot a glare over to the nurse who was watching them carefully and then back to the boy sitting on the couch. Alexa wasn't one to let someone just talk to her like that, of course the kid had every right to answer the question or not but the way he reacted was completely uncalled for. She settled down and returned the same glare that he was giving to her. "So let me get this straight.." She said quietly leaning towards the boy, "You can inquire and pass judgement about my problems but you jump off a ledge with some small question like that?" She rolled her eyes and sat back in the chair sending a small smirk in the boys direction. Though she seemed like a girl people could push around Alexa sometimes had a bitchy attitude.
For a moment she had wished that the kid didn't react the way he did, she was sort of hoping to have someone in this place she could at least communicate with. But, like the others, he had proven that she wasn't meant to carry on human interactions. Maybe this was how everyone was going to treat her in this place, from what she had seen of the patients this kid looked like one of the less threatening and he already couldn't stand her. She knew she should have just stuck with her instincts and kept her mouth shut, however that wasn't what had went down and now she was paying for it. She didn't want to offend him, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Apologizing would make her look stupid and weak, she decided it was best to just let it go. The conversation between them had clearly run its course and it was time for him to go.
She shrugged at his question about the manor, she figured she would just let him off the hook of doing his good deed and let him go storming off complaining about the new girl. She opened the folder and looked at the papers within it, "If I have a question, I'll look in here." Her foot twitched with anger and the look on her face was less than pleased. She brushed some hair from her face and looked over towards the other patients in the room, figuring the guy was going to just walk away anyway. As she sat there waiting for the kid to walk away she soon realized she still had no idea where her room was, she thought about asking him for a moment and figured she would look like a complete idiot asking him. She looked down at the floor and parted her lips, "Could you tell me my room number before you leave."
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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Post by justice on Aug 18, 2011 22:58:55 GMT -5
Justice let out a bark of a laugh when her defiant attitude started showing. Oh, this would be amusing for sure. He smirked, leaning forward so that this time, their faces really were only inches apart. "Yeah, you've got it right, girly," he hissed playfully, his grin practically splitting his face in half. Oh, he hadn't had this much fun since... well, since ever. This was fun, getting her angry was fun. "But I'll tell ya what," he breathed, barely audible. "For each of your other problems you tell me, I'll answer a question about my scars. Because I can tell you're just so interested." The patient leaned back slowly, raising a single eyebrow. Oh, yes, this was fun. And really, he didn't mind talking about his scars as long as he got something out of it. They were personal scars that meant a lot to him, but they were also just the remains of experiments. They were tests or they were battle scars, and people could take their pick on how they saw the rose-gray cheetah markings, Justice really couldn't give a shit.
Apparently, Justice was never in the same mood twice, but that was probably because he was never in the same situation twice either. He had been submissive and basically a wimp while being beat up, utterly terrified while being flirted with by a guy, and now he was trying to fucking bribe someone. At least, it was close to bribery. Was information for information really a bribery? Justice didn't think so, but the girl might. It would be interesting to see how she would react to his little "deal". The nurse was giving him a look of utter disgust, probably upset about how he was acting, but Justice ignored her. It wasn't like she would eat him or anything, and Ryker couldn't complain, because Justice was trying to tell Alexa about Lucid Manor. She just wasn't cooperating. If Justice got assigned an extra good deed... well... the offer was still down for making her life hell. He could manage it, in some way.
He raised his eyebrows at the folder; apparently the manor had changed a bit in the last few months. Justice hadn't gotten a folder when he had entered, but then again, he had been so preoccupied with trying to get out that the south wing of the manor could have been blown up by an atomic bomb and he wouldn't have noticed. Probably because he was in another wing and the manor was just so damn big, but yeah. He had probably gotten a folder and just ignored it, but now he was curious. He leaned over again, trying to read upside down and failing miserably. "What's in there, anyway?" he asked calmly, prepared for her to hit him on the head or something like that.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 19, 2011 11:14:09 GMT -5
Alexa was quickly set back in her place as the boy offered up his ante'. She thought about it for a second, wondering if it was really worth talking about her own problems just to find out about his. In all honesty she could care less if had inflicted them upon himself or not, she was just trying to get some sort of conversation going. But his outburst and attitude intrigued Alexa, she liked seeing peoples emotions over things they had done. She fought with the idea for a few minutes, it had taken the nurse almost an hour to get Alexa to admit to her problems and here she was thinking about telling this random person. He could run and tell everyone everything about her, but then again would he even actually care that much. Would the other patients give a damn? She was just another face in the hallways of a mental hospital, they obviously knew she had some issues. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, moving closer to the boy. If she was going to do this she at least wanted it to be as private as possible.
"Fine." She muttered quickly. Alexa was sure she would regret doing this, her mind was coming up with a hundred different ways it could all go wrong. She figured she could just get this over with now, she would have to talk about her problems for the rest of the time she was here anyway. Eventually everyone and their brother would know what was going on her warped little mind, so why not just kill the beast early. She watched closely as the boys mood changed and he asked her about the folder, she gave him a confused look at first and then looked down at the folder. A moment ago he was flying off the handle, now he was inquiring about the contents of the welcome packet. "Just some random brochures, a notepad, and facility map." She shrugged and looked back up at the boy, each second sparked new interests in Alexa's mind. He was a strange creature and she wanted to know the details of how his brain ticked. She cleared her throat and moved back to his deal, "Let's just get this over with."
Adjusting herself in the chair she placed her hands over her lap and began to talk, "Like I said, they put one of my disorders as Bulimia. Obviously I don't think its a real problem, but doctors know best." She rolled her eyes and waited for the boy to come back with some sarcastic sentence. Most people would be offended by his demeanor, and not that Alexa was a huge fan but it gave her some respect for the boy. He wasn't one to let you take advantage of him or treat him however you pleased, he seemed to have a bit of a fight in him and that was something Alexa favored in people. She opened her mouth again and spoke, "I still have no idea what your name is." She said smirking a bit, here she was laying herself on the cutting table and she didn't even know this person's first name. It was amusing to her.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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Post by justice on Aug 19, 2011 13:34:23 GMT -5
Justice's eyebrow was still raised as he leaned forward slightly, resting his chin in his palm. It wasn't like he really wanted to know all her problems, but they intrigued him, just slightly. Of course, her scar intrigued him even more, but he knew that she would probably wouldn't tell him about that, and it was no use trying to ask. He had asked once, gotten denied, and he wasn't going to do it again if the risk of not getting any information was still there. But Justice had no ulterior motive, not at all. He wasn't going to run around the manor blabbering about her problems, because he took care to avoid the other patients in general. So it was very unlikely that he would start a conversation with another patient just to blab about some girl he didn't even know that well. But when she agreed to the little deal, a smirk appeared on his face. He was about to get to know her a bit better.
Over the months, Justice had taken care to only tell his problems to darling Ryker. So, naturally, the whole staff knew, but only a few other patients did. And one of them had just been shipped off to another asylum a few days ago, which he was still mourning over. But the point was that not many of the other patients knew that he was a pyromaniac, and absolutely zero knew that he had OCD, and that was just the way he liked it. So, he wasn't about to share his own problems with the girl, but he could tell her about the scars as long as he had something to blackmail her with. Which sounds quite rude, but the way he saw it is that if Alexa ever said anything about his scars to other people, he could just tell her problems to the same people, effectively evening it out. But he would never tell anyone about her as long as she kept quiet about him. It was a fair deal, in his mind.
"Be careful about the brochures," he said, winking and turning himself upside down on the couch, his knees wrapping over the back and his head hanging off, close to the floor. He was being random today, and the mood caused him to be eccentric in his seat position. "They tell you all sorts of things that you'll find out are lies, sooner or later." Justice yawned, his face finally free of hair hanging over his eyes as he looked up at Alexa. The wimpy highschool version of him had spent enough time hanging from basketball hoops that the blood rushing to his head really wasn't affecting him that much, and he was able to carry on the conversation normally, as if he was still sitting up. "Why get this over with? It'll be fun!" he said, grinning up at her.
Justice didn't exactly know the difference between bulimia and anorexia, because he wasn't interested. He never remembered anything that he wasn't interested in, but he knew that they both were eating disorders that made you skinny. "Awh, I already guessed that one," he said, smirking. "So ya have to ask me an easy question." And she did, which was good. All he had to do was tell her his name. He yawned, stretching out his arms against the floor. "Name's Justice," he said flatly, staring at the ceiling. "Not really as interesting as yours."
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 19, 2011 17:18:59 GMT -5
Alexa grinned as he talked about the brochures being a waste of time, she had figured as much. The bright colors and whimsical font helped give it some sort of interest, but other than that it was just a booklet on hell. The picture of the facility on the front was clearly altered, the grass freshly mowed and a flock of birds flying perfectly over top. Clearly a product of photoshop. She returned her attention to the boy as he continued talking, shoving the brochure back into the folder. The only reason she wanted this to be over with was because she was uncomfortable talking about the things that brought her here. She didn't believe any of them were bad things, they were things society looked down upon therefore she needed to change them? It didn't make sense to her. She had found a way to cope with the problems in her life, she wasn't out smoking crack or sleeping with people so what was the big deal. It didn't matter anymore.
She smiled at the boy as he told her his name, "Justice is pretty unique," She responded, "I like it." The conversation was running rather smooth, a few seconds ago she was waiting for him to storm off and never hear from him again. She wasn't going to let that fill her mind now though, she needed to try her hardest at keeping this going. Maybe if the nurse noticed her opening up to a patient it would look good, so what if Alexa had some hidden agenda about it. She needed to find a way to get out of her sooner than anyone else. She got a bit discouraged when she had realized she used her question to get his name, it shouldn't have counted but she wasn't going to be a child about it. She thought about what to tell him next figuring she would just give out another of the 'less serious' disorders. "Let's see, they also put down OCD. I guess wanting to be clean is something they don't approve of." She laughed lightly, not really sure if Justice would find it as amusing.
Alexa's OCD was moderate, at least she believed it was. She would use her back or a sleeve to open doors, rinse silverware before she used it, and hand sanitizer was one of her best friends. She preferred not having germs on her body, who could blame her really. There were a lot of scary things in the world, things you could catch simply by touching a hand rail. Alexa just took extra precautions to make sure she didn't catch things. OCD shouldn't even be part of the medical terminology, it all seemed like a joke. Doctors found something they didn't do that others did and decided it was something wrong, maybe they were the ones that were wrong. Maybe they were the ones who should be here, if only the roles could be reversed for a day. Alexa smiled at the thought and all the chaos that would come along with it. She looked back at Justice, "Give me one of your disorders." She said bluntly, hoping he didn't think she was coming off rude.
CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS someday - nickelback TAG justice!! WORD COUNT
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