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Post by mouse on Jul 18, 2011 20:15:40 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
"Hey, being tall isn't so bad. Yeah, when you're short and little it's easy to hide and such, but then you can't reach cabinets and stuff. I like a tall guy, especially when they wrap me up in their arms and squeeze me tight," she smiled, giggling a bit and shaking her head. She loved to be wrapped up in a guys arms, relaxed with him and just being all snuggly. A lot of guys thought it was stupid or cheesy that she liked to cuddle, at least when she was actually allowed to date out in the real world they did. It wasn't manly enough for them or they weren't as touchy feely as she was. Eventually she'd weasel them into snuggling with her, but since being here she hadn't had snuggles yet.
Her sweatshirt? He mentioned he wanted some like hers and she laughed, shrugging. "I have a few really really big ones that I wear simply because they're so big but I'm sure I could give you one. I have so many," she giggled lightly with a shake of her head. Some people collected little figurines or books or bouncy balls, she collected sweatshirts. When they said she could only bring a certain amount she managed to convince them to allow her to bring some more with her. Now she had so many it was hard to decide which one to wear everyday, sometimes she wore a sweatshirt multiple days in a row. Inside the asylum it got so cold that she couldn't not wear a sweatshirt unless she wanted to freeze to death.
Where should they go? Going outside meant sweating in the heat and bugs and just grossness all the way around. Although, fresh air would be amazing yet she didn't know if she wanted to sweat or not. Of course Jamie would take her sweatshirt off if they went outside but it wouldn't stop her from sweating. Oh wait, all she had on was a bra and a sweatshirt, that's usually all she wore. "Actually, could we go outside later? It's pretty hot out now since it's lunch time so how about when it's cooler? Plus, my room is right there." She pointed to the door of her room, 239, and opened the door. There were no keys, no locks, nothing to keep the door closed and people out. Not here, anyway. All of their stuff was usually locked away anyway, so Jamie really wasn't all too worried about people going in it.
The room was decorated with all of her drawings. Some of them were pretty sadistic, of monsters eating people or obviously depressed people. Sayings written in gaelic decorated the area above her desk, there were only a few in English but not many. Splattered between the depressing pictures were some bright ones, mostly pictures of other kids on campus. There were a few of animals, others of mythical creatures and then a few of herself in different places and angles. All Jamie really had to do was draw, so why not keep her good drawings? "Welcome to my god awful room," she smiled a bit, sitting down on the bed since she rarely used her chair. "Be careful if you sit on the chair, the one leg is broken and tends to break easily. I'm all of a hundred and fifteen pounds and it breaks with me."
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Post by Nathanial D. Lloyd on Aug 11, 2011 2:21:42 GMT -5
  '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center]
With a nod Nate followed Jamie to her room, understanding her reasoning for not wanting to go outside. Then again he wouldn't lie, he was curious to look in her room and see if it was like a small peek into her mind. He loved getting to know people and having conversations but seeing a persons living space was worth a thousand words even if it was only a small room within an insane asylum.
When she had mentioned she would give him a sweater he just grinned like the devil, amusement flickering within his vision even though he would never take one of her possession. It was all in fun and games. All everybody had here were the few things that held personal value and he would kill before he gave his away so therefor he would never take any from anyone else. The smallest things could give people hope and help them strive to get out of here, for when hope fades there was no looking back, no turning around and trying again. Once hope's light had flickered out like one would snuff a candle those people usual turned belly up and slowly faded away and rotted only to be forgotten.
Frown slowly turned his face as he glanced at Jamie's back, his steps had slowed in thought. he would hate to see someone as vibrant and amazing as her be one of those unfortunate people, almost a mental note was placed within him to keep tabs on here and make sure she thrived through these times. They just met and it seemed pathetic but true, he was a caring and emotional person and even being in the war hadn't stripped him of that like it had done to most of his war buddies living and dead.
He snapped back to it, good ol' boy charm creeping back into his face as she rattled off her room number and welcomed him within its depths, him willingly prancing into them like an eager school boy. Eyes took it in, drinking every last bit as he stepped towards artistically decorated walls.
You got some talent there sweet cheeks, im rather jealous!
And within those words leaked complete honesty as he took in the drawings, but giving the chair a wide berth as she warned him about it. Just by looking at her room he could tell she was a genuine person and that made him giddy to have someone like that to call a friend of sorts in here. He tore himself away from her workmanship and flopped onto her bed, stretching out as if it were his very own room, tossing her a coy grin.
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Post by mouse on Aug 12, 2011 13:32:19 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
Being able to just talk to someone who was remotely normal was kind of refreshing for Jamie. So many kids in the asylum had multiple personalities, wouldn't talk to anyone, or were just plain weird to the point she didn't want to be near them. It had become a pattern of isolation for her, which was partially why she drew so many pictures. That way the weird kids left her alone and even the nurses left her alone. Once Jamie started drawing, no one was allowed to interrupt her. If they did, there was hell to pay because she got very pissy. One nurse had interrupted her for no reason and had received quite the tongue lashing, both in English and Gaelic. At least Nate would be forgiven if he interrupted her at any point, she liked him as a person already so she couldn't be mad at him.
"Thanks. My dad always had me go to my art lessons when I was younger. Kind of had no choice to go and then I just grew to love it," she shrugged, watching him with a light blush on her cheeks. People never commented about her art, even the guards and nurses who came into the room didn't comment on them. They were usually acting too busy to do so and Jamie just learned to ignore them otherwise. "Some of them are a little dark, but don't think I'm some lunatic. Most of the really dark ones are about my nightmares, according to the doctors it's a form of therapy." She rolled her eyes at that statement, not believing that since it never seemed to help her actually get rid of the nightmares. Instead, it almost seemed to increase them but some of the pictures she drew were just brutal. Hopefully Nate ignored most of those, or all of them. They seemed to take over the one wall of her room but the other walls were filled with brighter, happier pictures.
His flopping on the bed made her move a bit, a light giggle emitting from her as she turned to look at him. "I got my brother to bring me a few of those mattress pad things, so I had a comfortable bed. Even though they check my bed every few days, it makes my bed so much more comfortable," she nodded, taking her sweatshirt off. At least in her room it wasn't as cold since she had partially blocked the vent for the summer. The cold air flowed much more slowly so it stayed comfortable in her room. She wore a dark blue cami underneath and she stood up to put her sweatshirt on the broken chair. The one thing she rarely got to show off was her tattoos on her back and hips, the hips a little more obvious as far as keeping them hidden. The wings on her back she had customized herself, the left wing just bones and the right wing was slowly decaying. The bottom was all bone while the top was still feathered, the middle feathers kind of shedding and a few lay beneath the wings. She had gotten it while home after she left her first asylum but while in the next one she was told she had to cover it up. Here, Jamie didn't care if she had to cover it up she was showing it off thoroughly when she could.
"So, with your PTSD, do you have nightmares or flashbacks or both? If you don't mind me asking..." she asked gently while sitting back down again, watching him closely in case it was a question he really didn't want to answer. She grabbed one of her extra pillows and laid down beside him on her stomach, turning her head so she could look at him. Jamie shoved her arms beneath the pillow to kind of prop herself up, sighing lightly once she was settled in. "I never got to talk to someone else who had a similar problem to my own. I never get to really talk to people who can carry a full conversation either.." She fell into a light fit of laughter at the thought of all of the conversations she had had with other patients, some being hysterical while others were a little scary.
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Post by Nathanial D. Lloyd on Aug 17, 2011 0:29:39 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
Interesting, eyes continued to skim over her character filled room letting it all sink in all the while gaze still flickering to her every so often. His room, was not so interesting. Marine life had made him meticulous and almost lifeless when it came to living quarters, everything was placed just so and immaculate. Daily he cleaned it with what some would call a fine toothed comb. Nurses and janitorial consistently skipped over his room for cleanings just for the fact he was so anal about doing it himself, he liked precision and order. These things gave him a sort of security in life, like not everything was spinning away from him out of control and slipping through his fingers.
Grin shifted across his features once more as her voice lulled out of no where talking about her past before the mental mess she had been dubbed with. "At least he pushed you into something you loved, my mom pushed me to eat because i SWEAR she wanted an obese child, and my dad wasn't around a whole lot so he couldn't push me like normal ones could."
A shrug disturbed his frame just before he started wriggling around a little.. ok more like a lot. Body jittered from side to side bumping into her while grunts and moans coursed from his vocals. "Alright! it is super comfy sooooo i'm sleeping with you. Make sure you tell everyone." playful sexual undertones ebbed within his words while he nodded, agreeing for her in sorts before he started cracking up.
Once she stripped down to a cami he let out a low wolf whistle, another joking smile creasing his eyes and lips. He spotted the artwork on her back and forcefully kept himself from reaching out to touch it, instead caressing it with his eyes following the graceful lines that made up the master piece itself. eh always admired tattoos and the people who got them, most of the time they held such significance and he was tempted to get one himself if only he could figure out what.... and when.
"Ohhh, totally understand. I hate group therapy because none of the other patients have it and can't even begin to understand. Nightmares plague me most nights so they will start doping me up soon and i constantly have blip where i think im there.... i sort of black out to the present and do stupid shit like i would have back then. Kinda like flashbacks but ten times worse."
He explained it quietly, not bothered by the questions let alone answering. At least she could relate and have an idea what it was like, not completely because of scenarios but the mental disorder itself. "how about you?"
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Post by mouse on Aug 17, 2011 23:40:49 GMT -5
i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
†WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT†
†STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN†
it's over but what if we just pretend
His wiggling made her laugh because it was slowly knocking her off the bed, but when he stopped she readjusted herself. Had she fallen off of the bed she probably would have beaten him with a pillow, not much of a threat coming from a five foot nothing sprite. "You can sleep with me, I won't mind at all," she winked, giggling. The sexual undertones were funny and a welcomed break from the blank talk that was common inside of the asylum. "My nightmares tend to be less and not as bad when I'm sleeping wrapped around someone. I had a body pillow but they accused me of hiding shit in it so they took it from me. I miss that pillow, it was so comfortable." She sighed, watching him gently. It was easy to see him checking out her tattoo but she didn't say anything about it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or anything. It had a huge meaning in her life, maybe one day she would tell him about it but only if he asked.
She fell quiet when he started to talk about his PTSD and his nightmares and such. It was nice to know someone who had the same...problem she had because now someone understood. It wasn't a surprise when he asked her about her own problems with the disorder, she expected it since she had asked him about it. Taking a deep breath, she started to almost ramble. "Well, it's always nightmares so they tried to give me medication for it but it doesn't work. Most of the nightmares have to do with the car accident and seeing my mum dead beside me and the fear of being paralyzed. But some have to do with me burning to death or dying in some horrible way. It's always about dying. And then I have what they consider a twitch. I scratch my arms a lot, even in my sleep which is why I'm usually wearing long sleeves even if it's hot. I don't really have flash backs or what you have, but in therapy I have flashes of the accident and my nightmares but I don't have the black outs. Just...never wake me up from a nightmare or I won't recognize you and I'll panic. I've hit people before," she giggled a bit and shrugged, watching him.
Staying quiet for a few minutes was nice, it allowed everything to sink in that had been said and she could think about what she had said. It was all true, from the nightmares to the arm scratching to the waking her up deal. "What was it like...over there? I'm so used to wet and warm Southern Ireland that I can't even imagine what Iraq and Afghanistan is like." Thinking about it, Nate had probably heard that question over and over and over again from doctors. It was actually just a curiosity thing with her since she had never been to a beach with actual sand, so she had never seen sand. "Sorry if you've heard that question a lot. I've never seen or touched sand. Our beaches in Ireland are rock beaches..." she fell quiet, wanting to let him talk and not be interrupted.
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