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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 24, 2013 16:19:27 GMT -5
THE D A R K C A R N I V A L IS IN TOWN [/tt][/color][/size][/center] you better be ready The recreational room was as crowded as ever. The bleak weather that seemed to rage just beyond the thin panes of glass that separated them ever so carefully from the outside world. She could only assume that the dull images that played live just beyond the windows were what had driven all of the crazies from their rooms. Talking to yourself could only get you so far. The decent sized room was definitely not designed to accommodate this many people at once, well, comfortably that is. She shifted uncomfortably as she eyed the room for somewhere to get as far away from everyone else as possibly. Her fingers clenched into tight fists as she twisted her hands in tight circles, the bandages wrapped tightly around her slender wrists were itching like crazy from the infection ravaging her skin just beneath. Her ill attempt at scratching without reopening the wounds was in vain and eventually frustrated her.
Lydia wrapped her arms around her stomach to hide the bandages as she entered the room full of unfamiliar faces. The last few days had been spent in one-on-one therapy sessions that had all proven to be pointless so she hadn’t gotten any free time to roam about or associate with the others. She felt that the feelings she had taken out on her wrists might keep others from talking to her and rethought her decision to hide the bandages and just let her arms fall to her sides in an attempt to ward off others. She was not the most social of butterflies at times but at others she could become the center of attention. Her long blonde curls had been pulled back into a high ponytail that swung back and forth as she made her way through the hordes of people crowding the room. She chewed on her lip as she found a corner of the room that had a single folding chair opened up that was sitting next to a closed door. The chair made unforgiving creaking noises as she sat in it and brought her hand up to her lips as her eyes scanned the room. The people that she had been lumped in with were rather odd. Some of them would scream randomly for what seemed to be no reason at all and others appeared that they refused to speak to anyone, even the orderlies. So far Lydia had pegged the orderlies as her favorite people to curse. The thought of cursing out Henry come time for bed, the young man who had locked her door the last several nights, brought a devious curve of a smile to her lips.
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Post by dylan on Jan 29, 2013 11:02:28 GMT -5
 it was easy to lose track of the days at ravenwood. after a while they just seemed to run together, making the passage of time feel like a blur. it was january, right --- or was it february already? without a phone or some other nifty device dylan had no way of keeping himself up to date and he'd be damned if he were to bother putting up a calender. he stared out the window through dull, half-lidded eyes, unshaven cheek resting in his hand. there was a whole nother world beyond the reinforced glass, a world he never thought he'd feel so disconnected from. he was trapped here, stuck on the outside looking in while society carried on without him. it hadn't taken him long to come to the depressing realisation that the months of the year didn't matter, time may as well have been standing still for as long as he was to remain shackled in this snow globe of a place.
"they took my ovaries," came an ominous voice, abruptly tearing him from his listless musings. he stiffened his posture, turning his head to see an old hag of a woman hunched beside him. she moved closer and his nostrils filled with the unfortunate stench of hygienic neglect. "they took my ovaries and they'll take yours too. in the night. you'll be barren, barren like me."
dylan blinked, awkwardly raising a thick eyebrow. just when he'd thought he'd heard and seen it all under the roof of this mad house. the residents never failed to surprise him. "right, i'll uhm --- i'll sleep with one eye open. thanks."
he recoiled to the edge of the cushion as the unkempt granny prattled on about irrational things. it was time to find another place to sit. his eyes scanned the room for an isolated spot and if he couldn't find one, a person he could deem worthy of his company, preferably somebody who wouldn't smell like shit. in a place like this that was harder to come by than one might imagine. at that very moment the answer to his unspoken prayers wandered in through the doorway, appearing in the form of an attractive young blonde. hello. his muscles lost their tension and the flat look on his face was replaced by a slowly building smile. he arose without even bothering to excuse himself from the weird one-sided conversation, making his way across the room and over to the female who had found herself an empty chair. his first instinct was to look down her shirt opposed to at the bandages adorning her wrists, but they were impossible to miss. ironically enough, they didn't deter the relatively sane male patient in the slightest. he didn't hold a very high opinion of suicidal people but since she was the most aesthetically appealing woman in the room right now, he decided to overlook her obvious reason for being committed. "well, well.. a fine piece of ass in a place like this? get me some meds cuz i must be hallucinating."
words; 500
tags; morgan/lydia
notes; :P
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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 30, 2013 18:31:38 GMT -5
THE D A R K C A R N I V A L IS IN TOWN [/tt][/color][/size][/center] you better be ready Bright green eyes jerked themselves away from the small crowd they had been examining and found a new target, a shaggy dark haired young man standing above her. The brightly colored eyes narrowed slightly at his rather crude comment. ”Hallucinating? Sounds like a real crazy to me.” One side of her mouth pulled into a smile, he was very attractive to be lumped in with the crazies. She sized him up, eyed him up and down as she tried to pin his type. His muscular body said that he was a type ass and the shaggy hair hinted at the fact that he wasn’t too keen on keeping clean shaven, or even on the “straight and narrow” path at that. He could be the type to experiment, take a walk on the wild side, or he could just be a sane young man lost in the wrong place.
”Does the hunk of a man have a name to go with those sexy eyes?”
[/color] She laughed slightly at herself. Dirty talk was not her forte when she wasn’t in the mood for play. But the dark haired man standing before her was rather attractive, enough so that her cheeks flushed a light pink at the thoughts that raced through her mind. Thoughts of pulling that clingy white shirt off over his head, heavy breathing-she coughed slightly to clear her mind from the dirty thoughts racing through it. ”Besides, I thought they kept those crazies locked up all day?”[/color] She raised an eyebrow as she waited for his reply. Lydia crossed her legs and raised her hand to her mouth, tapping her lips softly as she waited.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] just follow the parade of dancing skeletons |
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