A plane crash? Had Jane been on a plane? She continued leaning on the young man for support. The comfort was not so fuzzy feeling, anymore. There was something more hopeless about the situation beginning to grow between them. The realization that she was stuck in wilderness with some person who... also had no idea how he had gotten to this place. She quivered, slightly; hopefully, only noticeably to herself.
She had just run away from two wild animals, one that almost mauled her. They seemed desperately hungry, enough to maybe eat each other. We're sitting bate. We're lost... Those words repeatedly crossed throug her mind. Her eyes widened as she hobbled along with Shayre.
What was she doing? Some depersonalizing began to warp her mind into another shock. Shayre had just said that word. She wanted to stay calm. She wanted so badly to keep quiet the voices screaming in her head. She had thought she was still hallucinating, but...no, and Shayre seemed like such a nice young man. How could he help someone like her.
The reasons why began developing in her head. He was seemingly nice, gentlemanly, nonjudgemental; she was injured and showed no signs of her past, to be on drugs. Of course, he would help her. It is better to work in groups than alone, right? At least, in this instance. At least...
"I don't remember ever being on a plane," she said concerned, "I mean..." There was no way she was on a plane last night. That would be crazy. She thought of the bear attacking her, how she thought it was all a hallucination, "I'm not dreaming all of this, am I?" She said desperately, almost pleadingly for him to help guide her through this chaos and back to what she remembered as reality. The pain shot through her leg, she cringed quietly to herself, suddenly more concerned with this entire situation, once again, uncalm.
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
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What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
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Trevor squinted his eyes at Daniel as he dashed off. What a meany head!, he thought to himself. His crow was serious business!
He stopped glaring in Daniel's direction and turned to Vindle, "Thank you!" He said sternly, showing honorable respect for Vindle's understanding of the situation, "My name is Trevor, and I am a neckeromanser! Why did your parents send you here?"
He stopped glaring in Daniel's direction and turned to Vindle, "Thank you!" He said sternly, showing honorable respect for Vindle's understanding of the situation, "My name is Trevor, and I am a neckeromanser! Why did your parents send you here?"
Okay! ~
So, I just have to ask, this isn't a secret, "Anti-Vladimir Putin" Role Play, is it? Are we allowed to make references toward the fact that the doctor has a name similar to the Russian President Vladimir Putin? Or is this a separate society where dropping that name in the vulgar-common-tongue wouldn't strike a nerve on anyone?
If the Russian President is still Vladimir Putin then my character is going to go insane after meeting the doctor. I mean, further down the never-ending spiral staircase, that is. She'll probably get lost trying to figure it out.
If the Russian President is still Vladimir Putin then my character is going to go insane after meeting the doctor. I mean, further down the never-ending spiral staircase, that is. She'll probably get lost trying to figure it out.
Esther gave Aiden a polite good bye as he exited with the nurse and left the common area. She looked down at her drawing. It did not seem as amazing as Aiden had described it. She felt a sadness inside of her. Aiden had taken the golden star that made her drawings come to life. A pitiful smile perked on his lips. He must have needed it more than her.
She looked up at Delta and Griffin, with the same pitiful smile, she smiled at the two, trying to make the pity flourish into something welcoming. She was not sure what to say, how to react. The hospital seemed to give her all she needed and right when she felt content, the hospital would take that very source of happiness away from her.
Esther was afraid to say, "Hello." Therefore, she just sat in her seat, smiling, trying to look as polite as possible. Although, she knew she had the potential to look rude and chummy. She honestly became more afraid of them the more she smiled at them. However, nothing was more scary than the asylum itself. Her dirty little secret was that she was afraid of the asylum more than anything, and she did not know how to seem welcoming. She felt like a Jew welcoming comrades into a Nazi concentration death camp.
The thought of being on her best behavior, simply... simply meant coloring. Without Aiden to help her, she felt helpless. She looked back at her drawing, analyzing the details she had colored and stretched. Her smile was still perked on her lips.
After a few seconds of critiquing her own work, she finally mustered up enough courage to say, "Hello, my name is Esther. May I ask your names?"
She looked up at Delta and Griffin, with the same pitiful smile, she smiled at the two, trying to make the pity flourish into something welcoming. She was not sure what to say, how to react. The hospital seemed to give her all she needed and right when she felt content, the hospital would take that very source of happiness away from her.
Esther was afraid to say, "Hello." Therefore, she just sat in her seat, smiling, trying to look as polite as possible. Although, she knew she had the potential to look rude and chummy. She honestly became more afraid of them the more she smiled at them. However, nothing was more scary than the asylum itself. Her dirty little secret was that she was afraid of the asylum more than anything, and she did not know how to seem welcoming. She felt like a Jew welcoming comrades into a Nazi concentration death camp.
The thought of being on her best behavior, simply... simply meant coloring. Without Aiden to help her, she felt helpless. She looked back at her drawing, analyzing the details she had colored and stretched. Her smile was still perked on her lips.
After a few seconds of critiquing her own work, she finally mustered up enough courage to say, "Hello, my name is Esther. May I ask your names?"
Trevor's eyes widened, and his face puffed as Daniel tried to take the crow, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" He cuddled the crow in his arms. His bottom teeth over-bit his top lip as he glared the meanest glare he could at Daniel, "Grrrrr!" He growled, trying to sound ferocious, "Didn't your mother tell you not to mess with neckeromancers?" His light brown hair, usually patted to the side of his head, skid in front of his face, casting a shadow--he looked about as intimidating as an angry puppy dog. Trevor was willing to bite as well.
He could not go to sleep without the bird, and he was willing to fight for the dead thing when push came to shove. Daniel was not about to get in the way of his love interest.
He could not go to sleep without the bird, and he was willing to fight for the dead thing when push came to shove. Daniel was not about to get in the way of his love interest.
Lucy was checking the mail, as she did every day. She was expecting a letter from her best friend who lives in Australia. Her friend always decorated the letters so nicely, with cute stickers, deco tape and some characterized stamp. Of course, no luck, today. The letter had not come in the mail. But another letter did. It was enveloped differently, oddly. Earmarking this letter, Lucy opened it first after entering her apartment.
Lucy immediately put the letter down, dumbfounded. Math, geometry? Her mind quickly raced to her freshman year in high school. How did this person know? Was it just a coincidence? No, something, someone was--black mailing her.
She hesitated for the first week, debating whether she should take this letter seriously or just let it flop into the trashcan, never to be seen, again. The person sounded so serious.
Lucy was still skeptical by the second week, but decided to go, on a whim. This was serious. It had to be serious. It was only one person! Maybe, that one person was just the wrong person to have as a client. She did manage an A for the semester, whether she completed all the work or not. .
On the second Friday, she arrived at the airport promptly at 10AM. If this was to seek forgiveness, she was game.
"Dear Ms. Lucia Estuert,
You are cordially invited to join myself and a small group of other individuals, much like yourself, for a short vacation in my cabin hidden away in the woods of southeast Missouri. Please bring 5 days worth of clothing, your swimwear (if you'd like), and anything else you might want or need for the stay.
If you agree to come (which would be in your best interest, calculating the math, this may be a geometric assignment you will not want to miss) please be at the Cape Girardeau Reginal airport between 10 am and 3 pm two Fridays from now.
Signed Mr. X"
Lucy immediately put the letter down, dumbfounded. Math, geometry? Her mind quickly raced to her freshman year in high school. How did this person know? Was it just a coincidence? No, something, someone was--black mailing her.
She hesitated for the first week, debating whether she should take this letter seriously or just let it flop into the trashcan, never to be seen, again. The person sounded so serious.
Lucy was still skeptical by the second week, but decided to go, on a whim. This was serious. It had to be serious. It was only one person! Maybe, that one person was just the wrong person to have as a client. She did manage an A for the semester, whether she completed all the work or not. .
On the second Friday, she arrived at the airport promptly at 10AM. If this was to seek forgiveness, she was game.
"Oh, no Aiden. I am sorry. Please, forgive me. I am much too shy and rude to introduce myself," Esther shook her head, speaking in a soft tone as to not rouse the two newcomers for earshot droppings. She turned his picture around, staring at it, admiring it, and hating it all at the same time. Maybe she should have been more creative and colored the picture in a more surreal way. There would always be another chance, she said to herself.
"Would you like us to introduce ourselves? I would not mind doing it together," she gave a sweet, gentle smile, looking Aiden in the eyes. "Maybe you can go first?" She tugged him a bit through conversation. She was shy and afraid to do something out of the normal. They were supposed to act like normal civilians, but would a normal civilian start conversation with a growling man, let alone a person living in an insane asylum?
The rules to leave this place seemed so Catch-22. How was she ever supposed to leave? Should she scream herself to sleep every night? She started feeling a bit nervous, like the two newcomers were doctors in disguise, just testing the patience of the patients. She prayed to God nothing bad would happen. Aiden seemed to be able to "keep his cool" in such situations. Maybe, hiding behind him socially would not make her lose any stars from her name nor lose hope in ever leaving this scary place.
She looked back down at her coloring. At least, coloring was nice, and people gave such nice compliments. She began making some strange connection to Aiden, and the fear of him leaving the asylum weeks, months, years before she ever would started to worry her.
"You should really start the conversation, I'm too shy," she tried to hide her face in her palms. Her hands smelt of coloring wax. She put her hands down in her lap and tried to look as innocent and nonthreatening as possible.
"Would you like us to introduce ourselves? I would not mind doing it together," she gave a sweet, gentle smile, looking Aiden in the eyes. "Maybe you can go first?" She tugged him a bit through conversation. She was shy and afraid to do something out of the normal. They were supposed to act like normal civilians, but would a normal civilian start conversation with a growling man, let alone a person living in an insane asylum?
The rules to leave this place seemed so Catch-22. How was she ever supposed to leave? Should she scream herself to sleep every night? She started feeling a bit nervous, like the two newcomers were doctors in disguise, just testing the patience of the patients. She prayed to God nothing bad would happen. Aiden seemed to be able to "keep his cool" in such situations. Maybe, hiding behind him socially would not make her lose any stars from her name nor lose hope in ever leaving this scary place.
She looked back down at her coloring. At least, coloring was nice, and people gave such nice compliments. She began making some strange connection to Aiden, and the fear of him leaving the asylum weeks, months, years before she ever would started to worry her.
"You should really start the conversation, I'm too shy," she tried to hide her face in her palms. Her hands smelt of coloring wax. She put her hands down in her lap and tried to look as innocent and nonthreatening as possible.
Trevor bounced his way over to the bleachers. His dead crow was propped in his hands. Its head nodded up and down with every bounce. Trevor was a strong child. His stamina was quite terrific for a six year-young. He loved to show it off. This particular time, he decided to show if off through bouncing.
As he continued bouncing over to them, getting closer to Katherin and Kyo he said, "Hullo! Hullo! Hullo!"
He put the crow on top of his head, holding it so it would not fall off--continuing this bouncing.
As he continued bouncing over to them, getting closer to Katherin and Kyo he said, "Hullo! Hullo! Hullo!"
He put the crow on top of his head, holding it so it would not fall off--continuing this bouncing.
"You're doing really great..." sounded like a heavenly gift. Jane wished she was doing great. She was probably better off than she thought or felt. Her leg would heal soon, would it not? No bone was punctured, were her muscles showing through? She dare not take a peak. Instead, Jane tried to regain some strength and slow her down her breathing, "I--I think I can lean on you," her voice whispered to Shayre. She gently let a smile crawl over her lips as her breathing became amiabler.
The wind had picked itself, combing through the three victims, as if urging them to move eastward. The trees leaned in this direction, swaying their branches as some cheering entourage, watching their every move.
Jane was not sure if this was all in her head. She could not think straight. The only distinctions she could make were her leg in extreme pain and the soothing sound of the voice holding her.
She felt like a small child, unable to concentrate or think or know what is going on, but all the while knowing that she must remain a live at all costs. "Do you know where we are?" her voice was a little louder that a whisper this time. Jane looked up at Shayre. He was starting to become some sort of knight protecting her from all the nonsensical scenery around them.
The wind had picked itself, combing through the three victims, as if urging them to move eastward. The trees leaned in this direction, swaying their branches as some cheering entourage, watching their every move.
Jane was not sure if this was all in her head. She could not think straight. The only distinctions she could make were her leg in extreme pain and the soothing sound of the voice holding her.
She felt like a small child, unable to concentrate or think or know what is going on, but all the while knowing that she must remain a live at all costs. "Do you know where we are?" her voice was a little louder that a whisper this time. Jane looked up at Shayre. He was starting to become some sort of knight protecting her from all the nonsensical scenery around them.
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