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Post by cooper grey on Feb 15, 2013 16:41:24 GMT -5
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Post by Juliet Sharpe on Feb 16, 2013 15:00:07 GMT -5
  Juliet bounded out of the building. The fresh air was a relief from breathing in the harsh stench of cleaning fluids mixed with everybody's own personal scent. Everything inside was white, or khaki, or brown, or gray, or black. She missed the wild array of colors of the outside world. She missed the vibrant and unnatural colors, the flashing lights and everything that glowed and hummed. Going outside was nice, at least there was green and blue, with the occasional flower of a dulled down red or purple. She inhaled the earthy air, closing her eyes and relishing in the bliss.
Her hulky orderly that escorted her wasn't the nicest of people, but even he lightened up a bit when he walked outside. Juliet flashed him one of her pretty little grins as she turned away to survey the grounds. She was pretty, even when she hadn't slept in days. Today was her third day of no sleep, and she still felt that she was going strong. Headaches were starting to set in, but she chose to ignore those. Thankfully her tiny dose of pain meds helped her to overcome that.
While Juliet didn't like Ravenwood, she knew there wasn't any other place that would take a case like her. An alcoholic and insomniac, that was a combination only an asylum would house. She missed her dad and living the rockstar life, but she wanted to cure herself. Being without alcohol was tough though, and that was certainly a major setback. A lot of times she didn't want to leave her bed, she wanted to sit there and roll around in her self pity until somebody gave her what she wanted. But here, things didn't roll that way. Nobody gave in to her pouts or fits of childlike tantrums. Here she wasn't daddy's little girl, here she was just another patient.
Her eyes settled on a blonde lady sitting in the grass. Juliet decided it was better to socialize with her than try with the brick wall of a staff member. She made her way over to her and sat down a few feet away. "Hey. Nice weather, huh?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by cooper grey on Feb 16, 2013 23:16:49 GMT -5
 
The orderly was stopped from coming closer to Cooper as another “inmate” made her way toward the blonde. Perfect. The upside to this was that this interaction would keep her outside a little longer. The downside was that Cooper would be forced to speak with another human being which she wasn't entirely in the mood to do at the moment. Freedom and forced interaction or walking away and being locked back in her room? Honestly, there was no reason to debate on the matter. Freedom it was.
”Uh, hi.” It came out a tad more rude than Cooper had meant it to be but oh well. It wasn't like she was out to impress the girl sitting near her. At least the girl had had the decency to sit a bit away from her; some of the crazies tended to get a little too close and personal. She wasn't quite sure why that was either. Cooper wouldn't have gone and sat right on top of someone. Then again she couldn't imagine why someone wouldn't want to be close to her; she was herself after all. And by that, she meant she was completely awesome and everyone should want to be in her presence. As the thought crossed her mind Cooper suddenly wondered why the girl wasn't sitting closer to her. It wasn't as if she smelled or anything; she never smelled less than great. It would have been better if the staff of Ravenwood would have allowed her to keep her personal hygiene products but no, she was being forced to use whatever shite was supplied to her.
The attempt at conversation was at best, sub-par. She absolutely hated small talk. ”If you're going to start a conversation with me I suggest you start it with a bit of gossip or something more interesting than the weather.” The woman said with a hint of disgust as she glanced over at the woman. The weather? Honestly. At least bring a bit of news about the patients in the West Wing or even the South Wing. Though, she was staying in the West Wing for now. It was odd. When she had come through the doors they had explained to her that the East Wing was for the lower risk patients, the East for the moderately disturbed, and the West was for the intensely insane so when they put her in the West Wing she was a tad confused. A few days later she had discovered why – she was being used in an experiment of sorts with a more serious case of crazy. It was a bit confusing but whatever.
”What wing are you in? You don't look like you're one of the more insane patients. Though looks can be deceiving. But I doubt they would let you outside with as much freedom as you seem to have.” And it was more than obvious, she would assume, that Cooper wasn't one of the high risk patients either. There was more than a few feet between her and the orderly that had brought her outside.
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Post by Juliet Sharpe on Feb 17, 2013 18:40:10 GMT -5
] So, talking about the weather probably wasn't the most clever conversation starter Juliet could use. But hey, most of the time her clever moments came when she was highly intoxicated. Since being at Ravenwood, she hadn't even touched the stuff. To Juliet, that was a major downer. But she had to deal with asking the cliche weather question and get on with her life, as well as the conversation.
Okay, so Juliet gathered that the girl wasn't as friendly as she had hoped. Her hello seemed somewhat rude as if she didn't want to talk. That hurt her slightly, but she wouldn't let it phase her just yet. The girl could redeem herself, and that was what she was hoping for. However, the next words out of the girl's mouth were even harsher. She called Juliet out for asking about the weather, seeming to claim that she was too good to talk about the weather. Coming from a well off father and wealthy life, Juliet was inclined to think that she held a higher social status than the girl who just tried to put her down. But, she wouldn't let it get to her. Instead she flashed her a grin and batted her eyes. "Woops!" Juliet found she didn't have much else she could say to her, after all, there wasn't a whole lot of gossip in Ravenwood that she knew of.
When she was asked what wing she was in, she was honestly shocked that the girl didn't automatically know. Did she look that crazy? Did she come off as psychotic? Was her orderly trailing too close? Did she have "crazy eyes"? But at least she recognized that Juliet had freedom. "Oh, I'm from the East Wing. Admitted myself, I'm an alcoholic insomniac. Sounds like we're in a prison but, what are you in for?" She asked, hoping this would be more interesting than her approach on the weather. [/blockquote] |
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Post by cooper grey on Feb 20, 2013 19:41:40 GMT -5
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