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Post by bernard kingsley on Feb 6, 2013 0:20:11 GMT -5
Board games were only fun with two people, or three or four, but the trouble was, no one would play with him. Sometimes Bernard wondered why they even had kept here. Most of the patients were too doped up on their meds to retain their coherency and remember what fun was. He'd tried to introduce Scrabble to a guy last week, but that had gone pretty awful, seeing as the only word the other player had been able to spell was 'cat.' As far as Bernard was concerned, the asylum was made up of a bunch of boring old people, and other than that one time he'd seen a frazzle-haired lady playing Candyland by herself in the corner, chanting strange things, the games had been untouched.
But he was going to change that.
Just like he did every day, the blond was hovering in the recreation room like a vulture, in search of a possible playmate. Usually he just got ignored, or scowled at, or both, but he still tried. He was one of the few sane people here (at least he wasn't talking to himself yet), and while the other patients stared at the walls like lifeless zombies, Bernard was on the verge of going stir-crazy. "Anyone up for a game of checkers?" he chimed brightly, his chipper voice breaking the silence as he stepped into the room. He didn't expect any response aside from the groans he was hearing in the background, but he was used to being ignored, and if anything, the annoyed sighs only fueled his amusement.
"Bloody hell. You're all a bunch of fun-suckers."
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Post by jayy on Feb 6, 2013 2:11:04 GMT -5
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES if ten million fireflies lit upTHE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP James was advised to spend time in the recreation room, and just around people to see if it’d help his anxiety of being around people and talking with them would go down. Of course he knew that he wouldn’t sit there and talk to people, he’d most likely be the weird kid and just sit there doing nothing. James had of course brought camera with him and he was sitting at a table scrolling through the pictures he had taken, and deleting the ones that he knew he wouldn’t be able to edit properly when he got back home, or was near a place that he could edit the pictures. Of course there weren’t many pictures that he had to delete, and before long he was just sitting there playing with the settings and changing them back and forth to get different screen resolutions, and different picture settings. He didn’t like taking pictures of people, and everyone in this room seemed rather zombie-like.
His attention was pulled from his camera when someone entered the room asking to play checkers with someone. Everyone else groaned or didn’t reply, including himself. He wasn’t going to talk, and he was completely fine like that. James looked back down when he said that they were all just a bunch of fun-suckers. James looked around seeing that everyone else before setting his camera on the table and going over to the games and getting checkers before setting it on the table and looking towards the guy that had just walked in.
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Post by bernard kingsley on Feb 9, 2013 6:32:24 GMT -5
Just when Bernard had nearly given up all hope on anyone in the room having a fun bone in their body, a boy silently set out a board of checkers on a nearby table. The blond gave the male a curious look, finding it rather peculiar that no words were exchanged, but regardless, he got the message. "You wanna play, mate?" His face brightened as he posed the question, and he made his way over to where the boy had set up the game, wearing his usual, lopsided grin. "Red or black?— No, wait! I want red. I'm always red." It was a completely childish thing to say, and perhaps he shouldn't have been so picky now that he finally had a playmate, but he wanted to be red. He was always red. It was a tradition. That, and– "Red is the good luck color in China." Like a gullible kid, Bernard believed it somehow helped him win.
He dropped down to the floor by the table, sitting cross-legged as he began to arrange the pieces, casually sliding the red ones to his own side of the board. "You're playing with a pro," he chided, grin still in place, even though that was definitely bullshit. "Black goes first. That's you, my friend." Bernard glanced expectantly at player two.
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