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Post by justice on Aug 19, 2011 17:51:46 GMT -5
Justice twiddled his thumbs absently, bored. He could clearly see this conversation starting as a man being shot, and now the body was being dragged through the woods. Soon enough, it would be buried, though he didn't know if anyone would ever discover the body. Probably not. There wouldn't even be a gravestone. He sighed, combing his hair with his fingers as he waited for the girl to ask another question. He barked another little laugh as she commented on his name. "Shit, unique? It's insane. Just call me Jus or something," he said, glaring at the base of the chair she was sitting on. He could still see the little scuff mark his shoe had left when he kicked it, and dammit, the nurse would probably whack him over the head for 'damaging Lucid Manor property'. They overreacted to every single little thing, and Justice was getting sick of it, he really was. When he didn't wash his laundry, the would threaten to but him in scrubs. When he stayed cooped up inside for hours on end, they would threaten to lock him out of his room until he got some fresh air. When he didn't eat his half-cooked meat, they would tell him that they had force-feeding tubes in the hospital wing. But the meat was so bad that sometimes he just considered declaring himself a vegetarian.
He sighed, trying to put on a relaxed face and ending up looking constipated. He knew that if he didn't have a perfectly normal conversation with Alexa, the nurse would tell Ryker that he hadn't been cooperative, and he would have to do some other annoying task. But at the same time, it was hard to have a nice and relaxed conversation when there was someone watching him so intently. He didn't know why, either. He wasn't high profile, though they had been talking about bumping him up because of the lighter. He would hate it if he did, because honestly, he didn't think he had done anything wrong. But didn't everyone here think that? The sane patients believed that they were sane enough to leave, and the insane patients just couldn't accept that they were insane. Justice wasn't exactly sure where he stood in that, because he knew that the pyromania made him dangerous and the OCD just ruined his life in general. He kept telling himself that anything would be better than this, but would it really? His family was probably glad that he was finally gone, and now they could focus on his darling little sister. She had always been the one that got the most attention, and now that Justice was locked up and drugged, they could forget about him. Leave him to fester and rot and die in this self-proclaimed mansion.
Justice tugged at his nose cover, nodding absently when she mentioned her OCD. He was eager to switch topics, because thinking about OCD would just remind him of his own, and it wouldn't be a happy sight to see Justice have a little panic attack. His eyebrows shot up when she asked for him to tell her a disorder, and he grinned, waggling his fingers mischievously. "Pick a number, any number. Except it either has to be 1, 2, or 3." he said, sniggering.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 19, 2011 18:37:05 GMT -5
Nodding her head to Justice she accepted what he had said. "Jus it is." She smiled again and looked at him. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't end up so bad, in a way she was kind of enjoying getting to know the boy. The nurse looked a bit more calm that the two of them were talking like civilized people now, her chicken scratch on the note pad had stopped and she occasionally glanced away from the two of them for a moment. Everyone here seemed on edge, and it wasn't exactly a feeling Alexa liked. She would enjoy seeing the staff a little more confident about their roles, it would make her feel a little safer. Then again this was only a nurse, so if some brawl was to go down Alexa was sure the woman would just radio security and they would take care of it. Something along those lines. Alexa stopped analyzing the young nurse and went back to Justice.
Alexa chuckled a bit as Justice provided her with options. She thought about it for a minute, figuring he would put the more important ones at the end. Maybe she was thinking too far into all of this, it had formed into some weird game between the two of them. Or maybe this was just her minds way of telling her to chicken out, more than likely that was what was going. She would always find some silly little flaw in something she was doing to make it stop. She settled her mind and focused in on the question at hand, she thought about it for a few more seconds and then came up with an answer. "I'll start out with number one, no reason to go out of order." She smiled gently and waited for him to answer.
Alexa hadn't really noticed the mask covering Justice's nose, for some reason something that had stood out so much after he brought attention to it didn't even register in her mind before hand. Maybe she was completely crazy, when something out of the ordinary looked like it belonged. She wanted to ask him about it but she had just used up her question, maybe the answer would be number one. She wasn't sure and from the way he reacted when she last openly asked something she decided to just continue ignoring it.
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 19:07:05 GMT -5
Being on edge was something that you couldn't escape here, because no matter how hard you tried, the doctors always got to you. The constant injections and pressure to change who you were at your deepest core would make anyone stressed, and it was no wonder that so many suicides had been attempted... and thwarted by the rough-handed nurses. Oh, yes, the nurses weren't gentle little deer frolicking in a forest of insanity. They were the ones that grabbed you and forced you into your room, and the ones that doled out the medicine in foot-long syringes. The nurses were the ones you had to look out for, while the doctors just prodded your mind like parasites and the security just kept you from hurting yourself and others. The nurses were the dangerous ones, you could never forget that. The one time Justice had forgotten that little fact, he had ended up knocked out in the hospital wing, and he had never forgotten again.
He shrugged his shoulders slightly. Number one was the disorder that had gotten him in here in the first place, but it wasn't the one that had ruined his life. That was number two, and number three just... well, it was just there. No use complaining. "Number one, number one," he said in a little sing-song voice, closing his eyes. "That would be the fact that I'm a pyromaniac, dear girl." Justice winked, pulling himself up so he could sit on the couch like a normal human being again. His head had started throbbing again. Normally he could last for hours on end upside down, but his recent meeting with both the counter and the wall had left his head more than a little sensitive. He rubbed the bump on his head, wincing slightly. Dammit, he swore that he would never take a shower here again. Or, well, maybe he could just learn to defend himself. That would work too, and it would save him from smelling badly.
People rarely noticed the nose cover, and when they did, most of them just assumed he was disfigured and didn't ask about it. That wasn't that case at all, no, Justice's nose was quite normal. But he wasn't about to tell them that unless he really had to, because why should he? it was just wasting his breath, and they wouldn't believe him anyway. People here were always looking for someone worse off than them, trying to convince themselves that they weren't that bad, weren't that crazy, and therefore didn't belong here. Justice didn't see how assuming he was disfigured helped out with that, but he let them assume. he yawned, stretching his arms above his head again and returning his attention to Alexa. "Any more disorders to trade?" he asked playfully, resisting the urge to stick out his tongue. Even if she ran out of disorders, he might answer her questions just for the sake of it, if she played her cards right.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 19, 2011 19:28:42 GMT -5
Alexa's mind wandered for a few minutes and Justice thought about what he was going to tell her. Her attention had been stolen by one of the patients in the front of the room talking to himself in a complete conversation. Alexa wouldn't have really paid much attention to the man but when he started mouthing off different languages it seemed a little interesting. The only thing that brought her back to the conversation with Justice was him telling her he was a Pyromaniac. She stared at him and swallowed hard, she had never met someone that had the same problem as she did. Sparks flew in her mind as she felt the sudden ambition to just blurt out all of the things she had set on fire. It all made sense now, the reason she had wanted to sit down with him and talk was right there. She couldn't help but give him a little grin, Alexa was sure he would question it but she wanted to let him finish talking before she told him about herself.
As he finished talking and asked her to offer up something more she smiled, "I think we have a lot more in common then you think Jus." Her attention went back to his arms, they looked like burn marks now. She was still not ready to bring them up again but she had a pretty good idea that's what they were. "Fire is like my best friend." She said completely honest. There was no reason to cover it up, he understood where she was coming from. She could go on for hours about fire and how it made her feel, it was something she couldn't exactly imagine her life without. Everything was making sense. The reason she got paired with him, the reason the nurse was watching them so closely. It all was coming together. She was intrigued by Justice now and wanted to know more, she wasn't curious about the other illnesses anymore she wanted to focus on this one for a bit.
"Tell me about your first fire." Her body language had completely changed, she was like some addict looking for her next fix. Her voice was a little lower than it was before, positive that talking about their disorders in this sort of manner would get them in trouble. She was really hoping that Justice was as obsessive about it as she was, if not she would probably seem like a total idiot. Not that it mattered, she was just hoping that they had something more to connect on. "If you don't want to, I'll go with number two." She smiled, reassuring Justice that she wasn't forcing him into talking about something he didn't want to. She wasn't going to do that again, not now that she knew they both shared something she would probably not find in another person in this place.
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 20:15:21 GMT -5
Justice had to work hard to contain a snort. If fire was her best friend, they didn't have much in common after all. Justice regarded his pyromania as an enemy, something that haunted him, something that he wanted to get rid of. Lucid Manor thought that it had made progress on him, but it wasn't true. It had been burning down the college bed that led the him thinking that way, because he had almost killed two people. Well, actually, they had gotten out of the situation without a scratch on them, but for a single moment, he had thought about burning them so that they could never tease him about the OCD again. And now he felt horrible, because he had thought about killing two people just to make his own life better. Ever since that, Justice had regarded his obsession with fire as something that was just there. Fire was amazing and powerful and destructive, but by no means was it his friend. It was like a particularly bloodthirsty king that enjoyed beheading its subjects, but Alexa didn't seem to know that yet.
Justice froze when she laid his options out him front of him. The way he saw it, it wasn't a little story or a simple name of a disorder. It was choosing between revealing the biggest regret of his life to someone he barely knew or risking a panic attack. He took a deep breath, buying time. "You forgot to add a question mark," he whispered unhappily, staring at the floor beneath her feet. Dammit, this day had started off with Ryker telling him to do a good deed, and now he was contemplating just standing up and running away. Well, that was his third option. He didn't have a fourth option and he didn't want one. Four wasn't a prime number, and it never would be. Justice didn't want four options floating around in his head; it was even worse than talking about the OCD itself. If he ran away, the nurse would just bring him back, and it was more than likely that he would be stuck with another task. Justice leaned his forehead on his hand, thinking.
"It was an accident," he said abruptly. He had chosen option number one, but it had left a sour expression on his face. He didn't think this girl and her questions would be his friend any time soon, but this little encounter would be buried under the earth soon enough, and that thought was his lifeboat. After all, Alexa hadn't told him that he had to go into much detail with the story. He gulped, then went on, obviously uncomfortable. "I was in the woods... alone. And I found a box of matches. But I told you, it was an accident. I didn't mean to." Justice took another deep breath, still staring at the floor. He hadn't been alone, but that had been the only lie. It had been an accident, and he hadn't meant to scar his sister like that. The expression on Justice's face was pure misery by now, and if Alexa was perceptive enough, she would probably be able to tell that there had been a lie shoved into his story. "They covered up the damage with a new neighborhood, so it wasn't bad, right...?" Obviously, Justice was starting to doubt the story had he had told himself all his life. The story that included him being completely let off the hook by everyone. It was silly, when his family obviously hated him. His sister's leg was the proof that he had left her behind in the woods, not caring if she made it or not. She had, but he hadn't helped at all.
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Post by alexabrace on Aug 22, 2011 16:44:51 GMT -5
"I was in the woods... alone. And I found a box of matches. But I told you, it was an accident. I didn't mean to." Alexa's smile quickly changed. She had never set the woods on fire, or anything comparable. She realized quickly that the two of them were on completely opposite sides of the spectrum. Alexa felt embarrassed for a moment, here she was talking about how much she loved playing with fire and clearly she had no idea of how bad it gets. She was like the high school freshman that thought they were bad ass for drinking a wine cooler. She could feel her face grow red as she wished she could take back her previous statements. Perhaps the doctors were wrong in diagnosing her, she never imagined setting fire to the woods. As the thought set in she imagined how beautiful and magnificent the flames would be, but she was quickly brought back to the idea that she had never partaken in such activities, therefore she had no reason to act like she knew what she was talking about. Though she couldn't place her finger on it there was something a little off with Justice's story. She didn't want to point it out so simply went along with it.
"Sounds to me like you helped out, new neighborhoods are always nice." Alexa smiled. She didn't know why but there was a sense of sympathy in her statement. Alexa never felt bad for people, mostly because she hated them feeling sorry for her. But this time was different, she figured if she fed into they sympathy act she might get the information that Justice was hiding. A silence grew between the two of them once again, she thought for a moment about breaking it with some stories of her own but figured Justice would find them childish. She could feel herself shutting down from the conversation, her mind telling her not to share anything more. It was pointless to listen to the voice now, everything was out there. She was hoping Justice would just continue focusing on himself, maybe he would get so side tracked that he wouldn't realize he hadn't asked her a question. She gambled with the idea for a moment and then risked it all, quickly asking him another question. "Did you get in trouble or anything?"
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 22, 2011 17:40:43 GMT -5
Justice's eyes were relatively blank as he watched Alexa's smile slide off her face. He snorted slightly, averting his gaze from Alexa to the wall. Of course she hadn't understood, she had probably lived some sort of pampered life and just burned things with no consequences. He had almost killed his sister, and yet they were both here in Lucid Manor. Oh, the scales of life were just so amusing today. At least he hadn't really killed anyone, like some of the other patients here. Well, he had killed his childhood, but he didn't think that really counted. If he just hadn't been out in the woods that day... hadn't gone so far in. Well, if things had been different, he would be living a normal life right now. But everyone here probably wished for that, didn't they? For things to have gone differently, so they wouldn't end up here in this prison. He unconsciously rubbed the scars on his arms, almost able to feel them burning again.
Justice let a little snarl escape his lips, his eyes snapping back to Alexa's face. "Helped? Is that what your optimistic little mind wants to think; that I helped people by burning down acres of forest life? I fucking ruined lives, that's not helping!" He was breathing heavily, and he felt like crying. He wasn't at all angry, just miserable beyond explanation. His sister, he had ruined his sister's life. He didn't even know where she was now, because he hadn't kept in contact with his family for over four years. He dug his nails into the couch's fabric, making little ripping noises at stitches popped. He needed to calm down, but he just couldn't. He tear rolled down his cheek and he wiped it away, averting his gaze again, his breath hitching every once in a while. "But whatever. You don't care, do you? I'm supposed to help you, so is there anything more you need to know about Lucid Manor?" he asked, swallowing. If she didn't need to know anything, he wanted to leave. This girl had fucking reduced him to crying, and he didn't want to be around her anymore. He narrowed his eyes. "The police said I was too young to go to jail. If you consider a few months in the hospital trouble, then yes." That was all he was planning on saying, because honestly, he didn't care anymore. Let her think what she wanted to think about him, he just wanted to leave.
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