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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 24, 2013 23:49:49 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse
find a new place to hang this noose The smell of the infirmary was very different from the sterile smell of the rest of the building. It held the faint scent of rust, the air was tainted with the oh so familiar taste of blood. Everything about the open room with metal beds lining the walls, only thin curtains to separate them said that this place was not right. Her feet carried her across the cold tile floor to the bed that the orderly decided she would occupy for her short visit. The metal railings sent shivers up the back of her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed and watched everyone moving about the room. Most of the other patients who were brought here were suffering some sort of temporary illness, but there were a few others like Lydia that required maintenance. Abigal, the orderly who had taken her from the dining hall just after breakfast, stalked away to locate a nurse to take care of Lydia. Though she had only just encountered Abigail, she was already not a fan of her.
Her eyes watched curiously as the very short big boned woman in scrubs waddled over to her bed. Without having to be asked she turned her arms so that her wrists were facing up and held them out so that they could be unwrapped, cleaned, sterilized, and re-bandaged. The woman’s face held an odd smirk once she removed the strips of cloth and gauze to reveal the many red lines that ran across both of her wrists, although there was only one cut on each arm that reached from her wrist to nearly the inside of her elbow. ”What? Do the crosses scare you?” Her tone was intensely curious as her eyebrows met and it seemed that what she had asked never reached the nurse’s ears. ”Excuse me, does that bother you?” Lydia tilted her head so that it was in the woman’s way, just as she did her hand slipped and pulled one of the slightly healed cuts open. Her eyes narrowed at the woman who grabbed onto her wrist tightly and pressed a thick pad of gauze onto it as blood began to pool on her skin and leave small bright red drips on the white tile beneath her. ”Bitch.” She muttered to herself as she looked up to the ceiling, there was no more need to stare at what she had done.
With throbbing in both of her arms they sat her down in a chair next to the door leading out of the infirmary and told her that an orderly would be along soon to escort her to another part of the building. Unable to cross her arms and pout she simple stared at the floor before her and counted, recounted, and counted again the tiles that crossed the room from her feet to the wall across from her. Eventually her mind became bored with counting floor tiles and her curiosity kicked in. Lydia rose slowly from the chair and turned the unlocked handle to the door that she had been sat next to and simply walked out. Nobody had paid her any attention, either that or they were just too busy to notice her as she slipped out the door of the infirmary. With a sick feeling in her stomach she slowly walked down the hallway toward the most familiar part of the building to her. The hallway echoed the distant screaming of another young woman. ”Poor girl, hasn’t learned to be quiet yet.” She shook her head as she spoke to herself. Lydia chewed on her bottom lip as she wandered down the ever-white hallway, not wanting to admit that she was lost but the throbbing in her arms begged for her to do so otherwise. The bandages holding her arms together began to feel cool and damp on her right arm, a sign that the nurse had pulled open more than just one cut.
[/size] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Jan 26, 2013 3:48:55 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to escape the 'watchful eyes' of the dumb-ass security team. The men might have been built with the strength of an ox, but they lacked intelligence, and that was something Tobias had plenty of. Right now, he was on the run, racing down one of the long hallways in the labyrinth of corridors. He wasn't trying to break out or anything, as he knew that would be above impossible. He was just giving the guards a hard time. What? They could use some exercise -- and so could he. Sitting on your ass all day was boring as hell. Might as well add some excitement to mix things up. 'Sides, maybe if he could shake them from his trail, he'd actually be able to make it to the doctor's office and snag some pills. He'd been on a mission to do that since day one, but his plans had continuously been thwarted by nosy nurses. Instead, he'd been 'tonguing' them. That was a horribly slow process, though, and by the time he had enough to do any damage at all, he'd probably be fifty.
Tobias briskly rounded a corner, only to collide head-on with another patient. "Watch it," he barked, stumbling back a step as he steadied himself. He quickly lifted fierce, brown eyes to meet the female's gaze, doing a double-take to make sure she was indeed a patient and not a member of the staff team. Luckily, she wasn't. More out of habit than anything, he let his gaze travel over her, up and down, sizing her up. His eyes rested a little too long on her bandaged arms, catching the tint of crimson that was starting to bleed through, and he met the girl's gaze with a curiously arched brow. "Someone's been naughty," he mused, soft amusement tinging his voice. Looked like she had done some real damage to herself. I mean, it was obvious what was under those layers of blood-stained bandages -- at least, to Tobias.
He might have said more, but at that moment, he heard voices echo from somewhere down the hallway. His lips curled into a smirk. "Wouldn't go that way if I were you," he whispered slyly, jerking a hand in the direction he'd come from. "Angry guards on the horizon." It was obvious this girl, whoever the hell she was, was sneaking around, too. They didn't just let patients wander freely, especially in this wing of the asylum. There was always an escort -- an unwanted shadow.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 28, 2013 0:06:07 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose Her eyes had just fallen on the tiles before her and unintentionally began to count them just as someone rounded the corner rather quickly and slammed into her. Lydia stumbled backwards before steadying herself. Her eyebrows pushed together as she brushed the loose hairs away from her face and looked up at the shaggy young man before her. His long hair made him look like some sort of renegade hippie. From the way he spoke to her, she was already not a fan. ”How bout a sorry, hun?” Her thick southern accent made her sound like a rural gas station attendant as she sized him up. The young man was built rather well, muscles were easy to see beneath the clingy white t that he wore, a standard among most of them.
His traveling eyes held no effect on her. To Lydia, a man’s eyes were only carrying out the duties that they wished their hands could. She looked down at her arm, figuring that he was mentioning the bandages there. ”Oh that’s not all that naughty, well….I could do worse.” Her vulgar insinuations only begged for a bat of the eyelash, a wink sent in his direction. And that’s just what she did. This was the game that she always loved to play. She winked at him and allowed the corner of her mouth to turn up in a slight curve, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. It had been quite some time since she’d directly spoken to a young man, and any young man was her forte. Boys were what she knew well. Ever since she was fourteen Lydia had been growing more and more accustomed to the desires of young men.
She stood up on her tiptoes to peer over his shoulder as footsteps of hard-soled shoes echoed down the hallway. Her pearly white teeth pulled gently at her bottom lip and her eyes flashed to his. ”Anywhere we can dodge them? I don’t really know the building well.” If there was anything that she hated more than someone telling her what to do it was definitely admitting that she didn’t know how to do something or that she was lost. She just wasn’t the type to ask for help, which is part of what landed her in Ravenwood in the first place. Lydia’s light green eyes met his dark ones and searched them for a shred of honesty. If he were to take her somewhere and harm her, which she doubted very highly, she could always scream very loudly. The high risk patients were usually kept under lock and key in these places, weren’t they?
string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Jan 29, 2013 5:27:41 GMT -5
Sorry? With a quiet snort, he shook his head, amused eyes narrowing from behind messy blond hair. "I don't think so." As it stood, there wasn't time for petty apologies. Heavy footsteps were nearing, which meant the guards were just around the corner. Tobias reflexively glanced over his shoulder and then returned his dark gaze to the girl in front of him, merely rolling his eyes at the somewhat flirtatious look she flashed him. What? Was he supposed to melt like putty? Perhaps that little wink of hers would have sent some men squirming in their pants, but Tobias wasn't so easily won over by allure. "I'd ask you all about the naughty things you wanna do," he muttered under his breath, leaning a little closer, "But Dumb and Dumber are on their way."
With that, he made a move to push past the girl, but her sudden inquiry caused him to hesitate. The boy arched a brow, as if asking 'why the fuck should I tell you?' -- but then he seemed to think twice. If he left her here, who's to say she wouldn't rat him out? It had happened to him before, and he was in no mood to put bets on anyone's integrity. There wasn't time. "Fuck." He shifted from foot to foot, and then reluctantly met the female's gaze. "There's some supply closets, uh, that way," he whispered hurriedly, words tumbling out in a rush. He gave her a shove in the appropriate direction, not wasting any time. If he got caught because of this bitch, she'd wish she never crossed his path.
A few moments later, Tobias was skidding to a halt and tugging open a door at the end of the hallway. It was cold, dark, and not very cozy, but as long as you could put up with the smell of dirty mops and mold, it wasn't so bad. Any way you looked at it, it was a hell of a lot better than getting caught, even if you had to hold your breath for two minutes straight. "Hope you aren't allergic to mothballs," he mumbled, subtle sarcasm lacing his words as he ducked inside the musty room.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 30, 2013 18:11:32 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose His shove was more than enough to get her feet moving in the right direction. She wasn’t one to instigate rough housing with a stranger, but she felt that this young boy could hold himself well. ”Well, we can save that for another time then.” The words rolled off her tongue oh-so-well as she trailed quickly behind him down the hallway toward the supply closets that he had mentioned. Before he ever even opened the door to the closet she was able to smell the damp mops and what seemed to be the only source of dirt in the entire building.
Lydia slipped between the door and the tall blonde haired young man. The brief closeness of the pair of them allowed her to catch a whiff of a rather pleasant smell. It wasn’t like the cologne of a young man that would draw her near to him instantly, it was more like the body’s natural musk. The scent coming from him masked the smell of the closet as she came close to him momentarily on her way into the closet, and brought a gentle smile to her face. She backed herself into a corner of the closet so that she wouldn’t be too close to the stranger for comfort. After all, there was no telling what had brought him to this place. She could have just trapped herself in a broom closet with a murderer. Anything was possible in Ravenwood. ”Do you have a name?”
[/color] One of her eyebrows arched as she crossed her arms over her stomach instinctively before the pressure on her arms made them ache and reminded her of the infected cuts on them. She jumped slightly as the thin fingers of pain began to reach into the muscles of her forearms. A sigh escaped her lips as she gave up and allowed her arms to fall gently to her sides. As her bright eyes stared at him in the dim closet she tilted her head slightly, her long blonde curls swaying as she moved her head.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Jan 31, 2013 21:58:55 GMT -5
Briskly, but quietly, Tobias leaned forward to tug the door closed, holding his breath as he listened to the sound of thundering footsteps pass by. Now that they were shut in, the cramped room was completely dark aside from the faint sliver of light that leaked in from under the doorway. For a few long moments, Tobias was silent, waiting before he decided it was safe to speak. He turned his gaze toward where he knew the female was standing, eyes catching her face, barely illuminated in the dim light. "If I tell you, I'll have to kill you," he muttered, lips pulling upward in a sarcastic smirk, and then, after a short pause, "Toby." He didn't gave his full name. He never did. You never knew who might get their hands on your file in this place; better to be safe than sorry.
"Your face got a name?" he asked, more out of obligation than curiosity. Names didn't matter to him. They were just a word, an identification code, meaningless. What interested Tobias was the story behind the name. He wanted to know what made people tick. Speaking of things that interested him -- "They did a shitty job at wrapping that," he commented under his breath, watching as the girl flinched, eyes tracing over her bandaged arms once more. He couldn't help staring. Most men would, no doubt, be eying other assets of the female's form, but Tobias was more curious about the mutilated skin under the flimsy layer of stained bandages. It had always been a rather dark obsession of his. Maybe because he had scars of his own.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Jan 31, 2013 22:48:16 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose The way he spoke to her drew a laugh out of her that was impossible to stifle. Her thin fingers raised to her lips, abruptly ending the soft joyful sound that had parted them and her eyes darted to the light coming from just below the door. She leaned forward, as if that would allow her to speak in a more hushed tone, before responding to him. ”Well, Toby, my face happens to go by Lydia.” A sly grin tempted her lips to curve into a daring smile but she refused to let that much show on her face. This was the most human interaction she’d had since her arrival at Ravenwood.
Her fingers instinctively reached for the slightly dampened bandages clinging to her right arm when he spoke of them. ”In a place like this, I’m just happy they didn’t just take my arms instead of trying to fix them. Granted, I did a hell of a job for them to fix.”
[/color] The counselor that she had been assigned to hadn’t even gotten that much from her. The most her counselor had gotten out of her from the many visits that they had shared, at least two to three times a day, was ’morning’ or ’afternoon’. Lydia was not apt to telling someone she did not know why it was that she wanted to harm herself. They had no business with her, they did not care for her, so why should she open up to them? She looked around at the shelves around her, the faint scent of bleach stinging her nose. ”Shit, I probably could’ve done a better job fixing them up with what’s in here than what that bitch did.”[/color] An image of the heavy set woman came to the front of her mind, the feeling of tightened skin popping as the woman pulled on the semi-healed cuts ever to familiar. That bitch would get it one day, she’d get it for what she did. Nobody messes with her and just gets away with it. ”What’s got you on the run anyways?”[/color] Her eyebrows knit together in the dark of the closet although she highly doubted that he was able to make out her facial features in the darkness. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 1, 2013 11:37:44 GMT -5
The girl laughed, which made Tobias quirk a brow, expression somewhat skeptical. That was a first. No one ever laughed at what he said, whether he was joking or serious. His sarcasm was usually wasted on idiots and vegetable-brains, and honestly, he was rather pleased that at least one person in this goddamn hellhole could appreciate a touch of humor without getting their panties in a wad. "You think it's funny, Lydia?" he whispered smugly, putting the same emphasis on her name as she had his, "For all you know, you're standing ten inches away from Norman Bates." Tobias let his words hang in the air for a moment, following up with a soft snort, as if amused by something he'd said. "And, I'd offer to help," the delinquent went on, eyes still resting on the outline of the girl's wrists, barely visible in the dark, "But playing doctor's not really my thing."
Eventually, Tobias lifted his gaze, eyes thoughtful as he mulled over the female's inquiry. Why was he on the run? Well— "I'm a wanted man, can't you tell?" he whispered, a crooked grin tugging at the edges of his full lips. Little did his new acquaintance know that she was standing inches away from a murderer. Not that he planned on admitting that any time soon. It was no fun just blurting everything out at once -- kind of like reading a book backwards. He liked making people guess. "Just wanted to stretch my legs is all. 'Sides, those assholes could use some exercise." Tobias rolled his eyes, tilting his head back against the dirty wall. There were a pause, and then he added, "You new to this shit-hole?" He assumed she was, judging by the freshness of those cuts. The only weapons patients had here were their own hands, and dull fingernails couldn't wreak that much damage.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 1, 2013 12:03:41 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose Her lips turned up into a sly grin as he spoke to her. There was a seed of a sort of “friendship”, if you will, being deeply sewn into her. She felt that this young man could be quite the talker, and that maybe, just maybe they’d get along. Lydia could feel that his eyes were not on her face, in the same way that you feel like someone is staring at you. She shifted so that her arms were crossed behind her back and away from his line of sight. ”Oh, how kind of you, Mr. Bates.”
[/color] For the first time in quite a while her voice held undertones of actual happiness that were slowly coming to the surface rather than her natural mask of sarcasm and intimidating thoughts. ”Wanted, eh? Well we best keep you away from those bulldogs then.”[/color] A giggle tried to force its way past her lips although she did not allow it as they had every need for silence as they hid in the dank closet. The smell of rotting mops mixed with the other strange odors of the closet caused her nose to burn and crinkle up as the smells wafted around them. ”Fairly, and I’ve already lost count of the days I’ve been here. Night fades into daylight, and likewise again. It just all feels like one long day to me.”[/color] She grinned, her near perfect pearly whites showing just behind her plump lips. It was true, she had already lost count of the days that she had spent in Ravenwood. The first two, or three, or four, there was no real telling how long it had been, she’d spent in a bit of stupor. Most of that time she was shifting between the infirmary and the counseling offices. Apparently it was crucial for the staff to pull as much info out of her as possible during her first few days here. They hadn’t gotten very far, and this provided much amusement for Lydia.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 2, 2013 17:44:09 GMT -5
The female moved her arms out of view, and Tobias slowly glanced up toward her face again. He hadn't spoken to someone this much in a long time. I mean, he had sessions with his psychiatrist, but those were more like one-sided, half-assed interviews than legitimate conversations. Maybe he should try locking women up in closets more often. "Three-hundred.. seventy-three," he said slowly. "—No, seventy-four now." He wasn't sure why he kept track. Like Lydia had said, the days and nights blurred together into one long, hellish day of misery. He just wanted to know. He needed to know. Perhaps it was one of the last remnants of human sanity he was clinging to. "Not that it matters," he added. There was a faint tinge of amusement in his voice.
"They say no one gets out," Tobias went on quietly, casually introducing Ravenwood's newest resident to the most popular rumor. "That we're all sentenced to life in a straitjacket." Of course, rumors were only talk, and a schizophrenic with a big mouth had probably started this one, but regardless, Tobias listened. He was always listening. He'd heard things whispered in the corridors. Strange things. The remaining sanity in his mind told him it was all bullshit, but there was a part of him that couldn't help but wonder if the things he'd heard were true. In here, so far from the outside world, it was almost impossible to distinguish between reality and fiction, and the craziest son of a bitch just might be the sanest of them all. True or not, it didn't matter. Tobias was simply filling his new acquaintance in on the latest gossip -- or maybe he was just trying to scare her. More likely.
"Welcome to Ravenwood."
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 4, 2013 13:16:19 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose A laugh broke the silence that followed his words. ”It’s almost like they should post a sign on the front lawn, ’Welcome to Ravenwood, home of the Crazies, Hell to all’.”
[/color] Lydia had to keep herself from laughing too loud, her hands clasped over her mouth as she continued to giggle. Mania was beginning to settle into her. It had been too long since she’d gotten to interact with anyone who had any sort of humor to them and she greatly missed it. Once she had settled herself she ran her fingers back through her hair until they met the hair tie holding it up in a ponytail and tugged it out, her long blonde ringlets falling down her back. There had always been something comforting in playing with her hair, it made her feel better. Safe, was probably the better way to describe it. Her fingers pulled several strands around the front of her shoulder and twisted and tangled them around her thin ivory fingers. ”Are we just going to hide in this Hell closet all day, or is there any chance we can escape and get into some trouble?”[/color] A childish tone tinged her voice as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She was hoping that he’d get her out of the dank closet, although she expected that they’d have to remain there for quite some time. ”Wait, where the hell did you escape from anyways?”[/color] Laughter made a good attempt at getting past her lips but she wouldn’t allow it, she’d giggled enough and there was no need to scare him away from her-although she highly doubted that was possible. A light pink tinted her cheeks as thoughts almost as dirty as the closet they were hiding in began to cross her mind. The blonde man standing only feet from her was rather attractive, but he was also crazy. When had that stopped her before? ’I’m surely insane, there’s no way around it at this point.’ Her feet wanted to carry her forward and eliminate the space that was holding them apart, but her head told her that was unwise. If he was to be dissatisfied with her decision to be so brash, there were many things in the closet that he could kill her with. But then again, that might not be so bad.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 4, 2013 16:40:08 GMT -5
Tobias quirked a brow as the sound of laughter reached his ears. "Funny, is it?" He snorted quietly, that casual, crooked grin working its way back onto his lips. Obviously scaring this girl wasn't going to be an easy task. She had laughed off his story as if it were a joke. The unfortunate thing was, however, it wasn't. There really were such rumors flying about the halls, and it wouldn't be long until she heard them from someone else. "Welcome to Hell," he conceded, deciding to leave it be. There was subtle sarcasm in his voice, but this statement was just as true as the first. Ravenwood was Hell. Then again, as far as Tobias was concerned, the world in general was Hell, and the asylum was simply a prison within a prison.
"Escape?" he repeated, echoing the female quietly. "Bolted from them when they opened the doors to solitary. Where'd you come from? Ain't like those assholes just let people stroll down the hallway, no matter how pretty they are." He dropped a subtle hint that he was, perhaps, not one of the most well-behaved patients. Solitary was, after all, reserved for the delinquents of the asylum. Tobias had been locked in there more times than he could count, and while the lack of space was slightly unnerving, as if the walls might close in on him at any second, he didn't give a fuck. The silence didn't bother him. In fact, he liked it. "And, that depends," he added in response to Lydia's half-giggled remark, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "What kind of trouble do you want to get into?"
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 5, 2013 1:28:56 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose Solitary? Great, she was stuck in a nasty closet with a complete psycho. She let the complement roll off her shoulders almost as well as it did off his tongue. ”A pretty girl and a bad boy hanging around in a closet, that could be enough trouble now, couldn’t it?” The words her lips toyed with were dangerous ones, but at this point she was beyond caring. She could feel that his gaze was narrowing on her but was unable to tell whether it was a good or a bad thing. Lydia chewed on her bottom lip and forced her feet to carry her several feet closer to him.
Her mouth curved up into a bit of a smile as she reached out for his forearm and touched it gently, her fingers wrapping around to the soft skin beneath it. She could feel the faded scars of lines across his skin. ”I know you’re curious about mine, and I’m curious about you. But not like that.”
[/color] This game was dangerous and could go one way or the other. Either Tobias would play into her, quite literally, if things went that far, or he would choke her. The cards were flipped over and at very high stakes for the both of them. The concept of thinking before acting seemed to evade her as her fingers moved further up to the bulkier part of his arm, feeling the tight muscles just beneath the skin. ”Just how curious are you, Tobias?”[/color] Her voice had lost the tones of childish innocence and was now on another level, one that she thought she had left back in the dirty apartment complex, but it didn’t seem so anymore. She had been brought here to deal with her past, hadn’t she? Well, now she was dealing with it. Only it was repeating itself in a musty mop closet with a dangerous young man.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 5, 2013 15:52:07 GMT -5
"Could be," Tobias agreed slowly, and it was obvious to him what the female was insinuating. She must have lost more blood than he'd thought to be suggesting something so vulgar. A lot of the deprived men here would fuck her senseless -- but some of them would do worse. She was taking a risk, and the delinquent couldn't help but think she knew that. People's stupidity never ceased to amuse him. He figured that, equally, this could be set up for him, as there was something almost rehearsed about the sultry words. But, then, if it came to that, it was clear who was stronger. He wasn't in any danger. He was the danger.
As fingers pressed against the tender underside of his arm, skimming over the old scars that ghosted across his pale skin, Tobias reflexively tensed. She'd discovered the roots for his curiousness with the simplicity of a mere touch, but she didn't seem to be interested in that small detail, and soon he was distracted as well.
He supposed it would pass the time, and maybe if his mind was elsewhere, he wouldn't have to concentrate on the smell of musty mop buckets -- but would he really give her what she wanted so easily? The male shifted so that he was facing his company, expression thoughtful. "I think you could get into lots of trouble," he mused under his breath, and in one, swift movement, Tobias proceeded to twist around and nudge the female against the dirty, peeling paint. He rested one hand firmly on the wall behind her, and wrapped the other lightly around her throat. He could feel her pulse under his fingertips. "You're a crazy bitch." He leaned closer to whisper the words, warm lips ghosting against her jawline, amusement in the undertones of his voice. He couldn't deny that there was something strangely attractive about insanity and poor judgment. It was more alluring, more complex, than mundane normality.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 5, 2013 16:31:39 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse find a new place to hang this noose It was clear cut that touching the scars on his forearm crossed a line, one she probably would have snapped over had he crossed it with her. She was still unsure of where he stood on the grounds of what she was saying. Although, she had to admit that what she was doing was rather racy. Attempting to pick up a guy in the closet of a sanatorium? That was no item on any girl’s bucket list, but she wasn’t exactly sane, so it didn’t really matter. ”Hmmm, I could probably cook up some trouble here.”
[/color] Her eyes searched the room and a grin played at her lips. Flirting was her forte, she loved men, and loved to get inside their heads when she could. But more often than not, she belonged to them. Just as she turned back to face him from her sizing up the small room she was pushed back into the wall, and a large hand was around her throat. Immediately her heart began to race and only continued to pick up pace the closer he came to her. To any sane woman this would be a signal for the time to start screaming and pissing oneself so he’d be less inclined to rape her, but to Lydia it felt very different. She was not normal is hardly any aspects, much less sexually. For a man so seemingly dangerous to be in such close proximity to her was intoxicating. Tobias had drawn her in with ease from the moment he spoke to her. She hadn’t always been easy. Something just snapped in Lydia’s head and once the drugs and the self-mutilation worsened, so did her sexual habits. The naughty words he whispered against her skin stirred something that neither of them should’ve touched. She knew good and well that what she was going to do would surely tighten the hand around her throat, but not one pair of her cared enough to stop her hand from reaching up into the mess of shaggy blonde hair grabbing a handful, and pulling on it rather hard. ”Oh baby, you don’t even know.”[/color] There was so much more that she wanted to do to him, but she felt that digging her nails into the back of his neck just might scare him. She liked pain in bed, so what? Everyone does, don’t they? [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] string me up from atop these roofs knot it tight so I won’t get loose
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