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Post by luke BRENNAN on Jan 18, 2013 21:59:34 GMT -5
He was only here because he had to be. If he had any choice he would be at home, painting and ignoring the faces that surrounded him. He had a knack for ignoring things and pushing them away until it created a great big back up. Which is why dearest mother decided this was the best place for him. This or homeless. How thoughtful.
Luke ran a hand down his face and glowered wordlessly at the telly, not that he was listening. everything was white noise to him. The medication he was on hardly left him enough energy to do much else other than curling up on the sofa. He had moments where he wanted to play the piano across the room, but it was either taken by another or he didn't want to take the initiative. Will was something he greatly lacked when he stepped into this place. If he ever did get better, if this was really helping, what would he be coming back to? An empty apartment of broken mirrors. Mark didn't want to deal with him, neither did his own mother. Forget father, he never did anything.
And that was if he ever was getting out of this place at all, better or worse. He didn't trust it. Just as he didn't trust his own reflection in the television screen. He squinted before closing his eyes and squeezing them shut. They couldn't see him if he wasn't looking. Luke just wanted to go back to his room. Surely the two hours were over by now? He didn't like the feeling of the mirror's eyes on him, he certainly didn't like the guard's watching him either. |
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Post by bernard kingsley on Jan 21, 2013 1:17:12 GMT -5
The recreation room wasn't really a recreation room at all, unless you happened to like Scrabble or card games, and honestly, Bernard wasn't a fan -- especially since he knew he'd be playing solo. I mean, what was the point of playing Scrabble by yourself? Sure, it might improve his poor vocabulary skills, but.. how lame. For whatever reason, the people here avoided him like the plague, and whenever he tried to start a friendly conversation, it would either wither and die after the initial 'hello' or he'd get ignored entirely. Back home, he'd been the irresistible guy that could charm anyone into doing anything. Now he was just, well, no one. The nuisance of the psych ward, as his roommate referred to him.
Bernard peeked into the room, eyes sweeping over the empty space. For a moment, he thought it was unoccupied, but then he noticed the guard standing watch, and he did a double-take. His gaze slowly drifted to the back of the sofa, which he could see the top of a head peeking over. The fact that a guard was here meant the guy was probably dangerous, but Bernard was past caring about whether someone was stable or not. Most people here weren't. Neither was he, even if his lopsided grin might have been able to fool some.
The blond stood in the doorway for a moment, chewing on his lower lip indecisively. He supposed the worst he could get was another 'no,' and he was starting to become desensitized to rejection by this point. So, putting on his usual, charming smile like a good Halloween costume, Bernard made his way over to where the other man sat. He leaned against the back of the sofa casually, peering down at the other patient with curious eyes. "So, are you really watching that," he began, anticipating to be shot down for the hundred-and-sixteenth time, "Or would you fancy a game of Scrabble?"
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Post by luke BRENNAN on Jan 30, 2013 5:06:29 GMT -5
Luke had his eyes closed when he heard a voice that didn't belong to the telly. Eyes snapping open, he stared at the reflections on the screen and bristled at the sight of another person. Probably not real. Don't listen don't- but he was curious regardless and it won over his "common sense" and decided to sit up to get a better look. Eventually glancing behind him to see if it actually was a hallucination or not.
When he saw Bernard, he was somewhat disappointed. He could have made an excuse to go back into his room. Scowling a bit, he bundled up more in his jacket and shook his head. There was nothing on worth watching, but scrabble wasn't exactly invigorating either. Luke sighed through his nose and eventually shrugged, wordless for now. He found little reason to speak. A game would at least keep his mind from imagining shapes in reflections. |
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Post by bernard kingsley on Jan 31, 2013 8:07:59 GMT -5
The guy didn't say a word in response. He simply gave the cheerful blond a rather disappointed scowl, and then went back to staring at the television screen with an apathetic shrug of his shoulders. Ouch? Not that rejection was anything new. I mean, it wasn't as if Bernard had been expecting to be greeted with an academy award winning smile, as much as he might have wished it. "Expecting someone else?" he asked with a crooked grin, arching a brow. "Sorry to disappoint." Trying to stay optimistic, he supposed he could have received a worse reaction. At least he had been vaguely acknowledged this time. That was something, and something was better than nothing.
Luckily, or unluckily, Bernard was not easily detoured. It took more than one dirty look to get rid of him. He was like that annoying fly that kept buzzing back no matter how many times you swatted it away. "Scrabble not your thing? What about Checkers? Chess? Monopoly? Candyland?"
[/i] They seriously had that game here. No joke. Bernard had seen some crazy old lady playing it by herself the week before. "C'mon. Everyone loves Candyland." He was teasing now. [/div][/center] |
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