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Post by corey grove on Feb 2, 2013 23:50:09 GMT -5
MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
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Shoes. Corey couldn't remember the last time he actually wore a pair of shoes. he had been on lock down for a small screaming match with a guard, and half the nursing staff. One minute he was a prophet of God, the next he was tied to a bed, his doctor looming over him.
"Why do you insist on acting out, Mr. Grove?" His doctor had questioned him somberly. Why? Why the hell not? Corey wasn't going anywhere. This was it for him, this was life.
They didn't understand that Corey didn't want to get better. To him, he didn't need to. He was sane, everyone else was crazy.
What about us, Corey? What about us. Everyone had voices in their head, Corey's were just louder....right?
A strong hand found it's way to his scalp, scratching a troubled spot on his left side. A guard was leading him to dinner, since he had only been released from the solitary room an hour ago. Corey smirked to himself; all he wanted to do was eat.
The guard shoved a hand against Corey's shoulder. A big smile graced his full lips.
Why don't we just kill him, Corey? It'd be easier... No, i'm starving. |
[/b] As Corey got his tray and whatever the disgusting cafeteria ladies slapped onto his plate, he looked for a seat. It was a full house tonight, a bunch of pale chatty-kathys. Great. With a growl he neared the door, but the guard stopped him, "You're eating with everyone else, Grove. Sit down."Pigs. With big doe eyes Corey searched the tables, looking for a seat. Then, he saw him. Sitting alone, his black hair and lanky form comical behind the big table. He approached the table in a few strides, keeping his shoulders back and his chest out. He took a seat, not asking permission. "Mind if I join you, kid?"[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by resurrectthesun on Feb 3, 2013 10:52:09 GMT -5
James filed through the line like everyone else, waiting to eat the hot lunch surprise of the day. It was never all that good: saltless meat and cardboard potatoes, dry burgers and barely steamed broccoli; whatever the case, it all tasted like shit and made you feel worse. However, if you don't eat, you stay hungry. And sometimes, the guards take it personally. So instead, he shut his mouth and ate the jelly mess like the rest of the crazies.
He found a large unoccupied table and claimed it as his own, sitting in the very middle. He began to eat, the over processed salisbury steak, barely choking it down before a voice disrupted the process. James jumped, looking up at the large man in front of him. Like he could say no. "Uhh, sure, go ahead." He studied the large large fella, who seemed to have an air of "I play by my own rules, don't fuck with me." James decided he could respect that.
Then again, he wasn't about to argue with him either. It was strange, a patient who had obviously been here awhile, though James had never encountered. He figured the guy spent most of his time locked away in solitary anyways, he was obviously tough. Then why was it that he sat with the scrawny punk kid? James almost felt like the guy was going to steal his lunch money. In a friendly effort, and an attempt to deter any unpleasantries, he spoke up. "I'm James. Haven't seen you around, what's your name?"
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Post by corey grove on Feb 3, 2013 15:52:22 GMT -5
MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
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Corey took a forceful bite from his mystery meat, his jaw clenching while his teeth ripped through the meat. After eating the same food for eight years, you learn to love it. To Corey, this was a King's meal.
He had almost forgotten about the scrawny kid's position in front of him. Even though Corey had invaded his personal space like he owned it. He sighed, the least he could do is be civil. Not that he was afraid the guy would be angry, Corey could easily break him in half.
"My name is Corey Grove." He grinned and pointed his fork to the wall behind him where a guard stood.
"They let me out this morning, I had a bit of a disagreement with them a week or so ago, so i've been in the hole." He gave him a big smile, his pearled teeth showing.
"How many you got?" He asked, pointing his fork towards the kid's skin to the tattoos that littered him. Corey loved tattoos, most of his were completed before he turned eighteen. They told a story, and not to mention the buzzing of the gun was enough to drown out the voices for a little while.
"In eight years i've never seen a change in the menu. I swear they just reheat the same shit and serve it. You'd think they'd serve something decent. Bad diets make people go crazy. Not to mention..." Corey again used his fork and pressed it into the air towards a heavier woman nearby. "Makes everyone blow up."
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Post by resurrectthesun on Feb 3, 2013 16:12:58 GMT -5
Another mouthful of slop held down, and James grinned up at him. Corey Grove, the name sounded familiar for sure. After all, he had said eight years, it was a wonder they'd never crossed paths. Then again, bad temper keeps you locked up from the rest of the asylum. James smiled, looking over a few of his tattoos. "Not sure, I lost track at around 15..." He laughed at himself, shoveling another forkful of awful food into his mouth.
James tried to finish what was left, nearly gagging on the soupy potatoes. "Honestly, this shit kills. I would rather eat cardboard boxes at this point..." He shoved his tray aside, letting out a belch. Already he felt the creep of heartburn. James gulped down the rest of his water, his eyes fixing on one of the blondes seated at the other side of the cafeteria.
"How can crazy bitches be so hot? I don't get it." James figured Corey could at least sort of compare to James in that way, women were a pretty easy topic for men to get along about. Unless, one is gay. All of a sudden, he felt like he'd crossed a line. What if Corey was gay, and just decided to kick James' ass for the disrespect? He played it cool, keeping his eyes fixed on the young woman, hoping a punch wouldn't come flying his way.
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Post by corey grove on Feb 12, 2013 16:53:14 GMT -5
MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
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Corey grinned gently as the boy across from him mentioned women. He had had his run ins with the crazy women of this place. He turned to see whom he was speaking of, a big grin on his face.
"All women are crazy. The attractive ones just happen to be bat-shit because they have no longer admirable traits." Corey was brutally honest with his views towards women. They were nothing but toys to him, a result of a troubled mind.
Corey would rather make them squeal than get to know them.
With a hard stare, he looked over at the boy, seeing how stressed he seemed. Corey knew the effect he had on people, it was something that came with the size. As if his build wasn't enough, his temper was sure to keep everyone on edge.
"As for the food, I'd eat what I could. When they don't see you eat, they force feed you. And that shit taste worse." Corey dismissed the kid's anxious look and continued with conversation. At least he was enjoying himself, even if his conversation partner was scared to death of him.
Corey had thought about the force feedings. When he first arrived here, he refused to eat for two weeks. The next thing he knew, he was having a tube shoveled into his throat, a brown thick liquid running into his stomach.. He could still taste it in the back of his throat.
"Why are you here?" Corey was direct with questions. He was sure he could almost pin point what his problem was, it was a gift that came with years of being trapped in this hell hole. The scrawny kid was probably here for depression, maybe attempted suicide...maybe even self mutilation. The way he looked, those icy blue eyes continuously searching for something no one could give him.... It was evident.
But, then again, everyone had a different story. You could never truly guess someone's past. It was the beauty in being human.
"I've always been a sucker for other people's sob stories." he encourage the boy to open up. Of course, Corey wasn't lying. He just forgot to mention how he used their fears and desires against them.
Maybe he wouldn't have to ruin this one forever, though. He seemed like a good kid.
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