LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 12, 2010 22:00:01 GMT -5
She needed to get out of her dorm. Larkin's bright eyes filled with concern as she paused outside her door to pull on converses over her sock covered feet. She almost tripped over her own two feet as she pulled on the door knob, twisted it to the left and stumbling out. She was never surefooted. Always tripping, always bringing someone down with her. Running a hand through her glossy black hair, moving it out of the way of her bright green eyes as she let her fingers linger on the hallway walls as she walked down. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand because of course, she didn't get any sleep last night. When did she get sleep? Almost never really. Her fear of sleep was far too great and it kept her from getting her much needed shut eye. A yawn soon exited her mouth as she looked around corners for nurses or some orderlies or doctors. There was no way she wanted to be caught by one of those when she was on her way to her secret spot. She tugged on her hoodie’s hood as she walked down the halls, pulling it up and over her head, she always felt hidden if her hoodie was covering part of her body. She sighed as she kept walking, her shoes making tiny scuffing sounds against the linoleum floor.
She kept walking till she reached the abandoned dorms. That was till the red started dripping off the walls and she heard the clattering and crunching of breaking bones. She felt her heart beat start racing as her had slid against some blood and she turned to see that same skeleton that followed her every day. She closed her eyes tightly and started shaking, her whole body trembled as she counted to eight, then opened them to see that everything was gone. It made her feel a hell of a lot better then she did a few minutes ago as she moved her way towards the dorms again. There were blocked off but Larkin had her way of getting in as she slipped through the hole that was in the wood that someone else made, once she was there she wandered down the halls to the dorm that she claimed as hers. It had a few minor possessions that she kept down there just in case someone tried to steal them. A few books, a guitar. Some jewelry that was about it though. She sat down on the bed and pulled out a book, flipping through the pages, hoping she wouldn’t have a panic attack here.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 14, 2010 11:07:05 GMT -5
Jayson had to get away. Away from his dorm, away from the guards. Away from just anything and everything. He didn't feel like sitting there much longer, it was getting on his nerves. But at the same time he didn't want to be near people, he hated people. Jayson didn't really understand why he was in this hell hole in the first place anyway. There was nothing wrong with him. Sure he doesn't talk to people and when he does he's snotty to them. But if you grew up in the household he lived in you would understand why he was the way he was. Rolling his eyes, Jay got up off his bed, grabbed his hoodie and his guitar, and snuck out of his dorm. He wasn't really sure where he was going, all he knew was he wanted it to be quiet.
Roaming the halls of the asylum, Jayson quietly kept his eyes on the ground. He was hoping he wouldn't run into a guard or something, he just didn't have the patience for them. He walked a little further and spotted a hole in one of the walls. He peeked into it, and found another hallway with a set of what looked like abandoned dorms. He shrugged and stepped into the hole and took off down that hall way. It was quiet down here, and thats exactly what Jayson wanted. A nice quiet spot to himself where no one else could find him. Where it could just be him by himself, doing whatever it was that Jay wanted to do. He walked a little farther when he thought he heard a noise from down the hall. Panicking, Jay rushed into a random dorm quickly but quietly. Thats the way he works, he always had to be quiet when he did something, make as little noise as possible.
When Jayson turned around he noticed he wasn't alone in the abandoned dorm. There was a girl there, book in hand, sitting on the bed. It didn't look to him like she noticed him enter the room. He contemplated on just leaving the room, going and finding a different one. But why would he do that if he was already in this one? If she didn't like him there she could leave for all he cared. Stubborn as always, Jayson sat on the floor, in the farthest corner from where the girl was sitting. It wasn't that he hated her, he didn't even know her, he just didn't want to be bothered. Picking up his guitar, Jayson started strumming the strings on it quietly. If the girl didn't notice him before, she sure was going to now. He started playing the song "The Day I Left The Womb" by Escape The Fate, because it was a song that he could relate to. Closing his eyes while he played, Jay started drifting into his own little world, fingers not missing one note in the song.
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 14, 2010 14:25:19 GMT -5
Larkin was particularly so engrossed in her book she didn’t notice anything, or anyone enter the room. For the most part she had been so enveloped into her own thoughts that she had forgotten where she was. She was most likely in one of her fairy tale worlds where she had a wonderful loving mother and father. It never took long for reality to set in after she came out of her thoughts. She almost always knew that she had to go back to her nightmare. Even though, it wasn’t a nightmare it was absolute reality in which she wished that it was a nightmare. At least she could wake up from those...or not. Depending on what sleeping medication they put her own. Ever since she was diagnosed with Somniophobia she hid the medications easily. It didn’t take long for the nurses to become distracted by some fussy patient other than herself. She was so quiet they never thought she did anything wrong. She was only violent when her hallucinations provoked her to be because she thought things were happening. In her eyes, she thought the whole world was covered in blood sometimes and that it was every where. Bright red against the white halls. It scared her. She saw everything in blood, most of time. Or skeletons, a involuntary shudder ran through her.
She hated skeletons. The ones that followed her were her own personal demons. Clearly, she never knew what triggered them in the first place. Maybe it was all the death she had faced in her life. Her mother and her friends being murdered in front of Larkin’s eyes. All the blood, her foster father killing the family then almost killing her. All the blood was all she could think of. Bright red, wet, gooey. Whatever you wanted to describe it. She had enough experience with it to last someone two lifetimes. It scared her, a fear that never went away. If she sees it now she starts hyperventilating and freaking out. Being in her own world, left her clueless to the boy who entered the room. She didn’t notice until the sound of a guitar started to ring through her ears until she snapped her head up and almost jumped up from the bed as she saw another person in the corner. “s-sorry! I...I didn’t m-mean to disturb you.” She spoke softly but her tone was apologetic as she stared at the boy with wide green eyes. She was confused, how did she ever miss someone coming into the room? Her day dreams must of been taking her far away.
Larkin was paralyzed as she forgot how to move. Situations like these, had her frozen as she tried to get her brain to function with her body. She wanted to get up but she couldn’t like a deer in headlights. It wasn’t till a few moments later she closed the book and opened the box where she kept everything, stacking it up. She was so stupid, how could she interrupt someone like that? Did it occur to her she didn’t do anything wrong? Gosh no, this was her brain. Everything was Larkin’s fault. The world could be on fire from natural disasters and she would find some way to blame herself.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 14, 2010 15:13:15 GMT -5
Jayson had been so lost in his playing he didn't noticed the girl had stopped reading her book, or that she almost fell off the bed when she noticed him there. It wasn't until she started talking to him that he even payed her the slightest bit of attention. He wasn't an asshole, it was just how he was. He raised his eyebrow at her and shook his head, looking back down at his guitar. He didn't understand why she was apologizing to him when he was the one that came in here and interrupted her. He paused for a second and looked back up at the girl. She was looking in some sort of box now. He wanted to say something to her, to tell her that it was okay. But even if he went to say something he wouldn't know what. Jayson wasn't a talker, he knew how, he just didn't. He had nothing to say to anyone. And when he did talk you could barely hear him anyway because he was so quiet. He noticed she still looked a bit shaken up, and wondered if it was because he was still sitting here in. Maybe she wanted him to leave. He wasn't going to, he was perfectly comfortable sitting here with his guitar.
Just then a thought came to Jayson, he was still staring at her. He was pretty sure he didn't even blink that whole time he was lost in thought. Normally, people would apologize for staring. But not Jayson, he just looked back down at the guitar and started strumming at the strings again. This time he was just playing random chords to a song he had made up back in his own dorm. That's what he did all day, made up songs. None of them had words, just rhythm. He preferred it that way though. If they had words he'd have to say them out loud, and Jay didn't want to do that. Jayson didn't have a bad singing voice, he was at least decent at it. But he hadn't sang in so long he probably forgot what it would be like to open his mouth and actually start singing. He stopped playing suddenly, and started playing with his hair. Twirling it over his finger over and over again. It was a habit, he did it almost constantly. He wasn't sure what started him doing that, but whatever it was he couldn't exactly stop.
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 14, 2010 15:34:27 GMT -5
It made her panic, the boy being in there. Larking feeling like a asshole, even though she wasn’t. Really, Larkin beat herself up over anything and everything. It was her fault her mom was killed, it was her fault for being crazy, it was her fault for letting her foster father beat her, it was her fault for watching him kill her foster mother. She never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe it just had to do with shitty luck? Or a fucked up deck of cards destiny had handed her? She never even thought about it that way. But the stare that she was under by this guy made her feel uncomfortable. She felt tears threatening to form and drop from her eyes but she blinked them back. She wasn’t going to cry. Crying was weak. Her mind was trying to go over what she did wrong though, correct the mistake she made. If she made any. Usually, her brain couldn’t find a damn thing wrong but she still blamed herself. She still thought it was all her fault, knowing it wasn’t. Larkin dug through the box quickly, or tried to do it quickly but really, she was slow. She couldn’t move that fast because she was still in shock.
She was still looking in the box, completely freaking out. It was pretty obvious. She was fidgeting. Her nails went under the sleeve of her hoodie as she pulled them across her skin, scratching whatever was there for a few moments. A nervous habit, also with the fumbling of whatever she was moving around. After a moment she took a deep breathe as the boy started to play guitar again and she was once reminded of his presence. He never said a word and that freaked him out. He was obviously mad enough to not say anything. She really fucked up, so fucked up everything she did. Larkin ran a hand through her hair again, biting her bottom lip as she closed the box and shoved it back into place. Confused as to what she needed to do now. Should she leave? As she was thinking the guitar stopped and she turned to look at him playing with his hair. She was still feeling like shit despite what her brain was telling her. She almost jolted when the blood red liquid started to creep from the corner of her eye. She closed them tightly, feeling more tears to start threatening as she bit hard on her lip, trying to wish she could control the hallucinations as she heard the crack of bones. She wanted it to stop so badly.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 14, 2010 19:34:30 GMT -5
Jay watched the girl have her mini panic attack and wondered why. Obviously she had to be in the asylum for a reason, although to him it didn't seem like he was in here for one. He contemplated on whether it was his fault the girl was on the verge of tears or not. He almost felt sorry for her. See, Jayson isn't a heartless person. He's a scared person, afraid to open his mouth. He didn't believe he belonged anywhere, he sure as hell didn't belong with his adoptive parents. Look at what that brought him too. It wasn't a very nice place, it was a frightful place. A place of death, cruelty, and hatred. He watched as she closed her eyes tight, a few tears falling down her face. Jay knew he had to do something, say something to tell the girl that she didn't do anything wrong. What was he supposed to do though?
So, not really sure what his motives were, Jayson placed his guitar neatly on the ground and got up. He walked over to where the girl was sitting and sat down next to her. He felt awkward, but at the same time he would feel like an ass if he didn't say something. It wasn't like Jay to just let a girl sit there and cry without at least trying to help her. "I don't hate you..." He said quietly, almost inaudible. He felt his heart race a little bit, and now the nerves were gonna kick in. He always got nervous after he said something. He felt like he was either going to get in trouble, made fun of, or just make the situation worse. He saw that the girl was still trying to hold back tears so Jay did something that was so unlike him it even scared himself. He placed a hand comfortingly on the middle of her back and kept it there. What was he thinking? He probably looked like such a creep right now. But Jay was just trying to help. If the girl thought he was being weird then he would just go back to the corner and continue playing his guitar. It wouldn't hurt his feelings or anything, Jay doubted he even had feelings. Jay just sat there with his hand on her back and waited to see what her reaction would be. In the back of Jay's mind he secretly hoped it would be a good one.
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 14, 2010 19:51:33 GMT -5
It was like a shock to her. She hated crying, especially in front of people. She hated seeing things that no one else saw in front of other people. She always felt like it made her seem more crazy. She wasn’t crazy right? Well, she was...kinda. If they gave her the right medication maybe she wouldn’t be seeing everything she was seeing. The delusions, everything. She was so scared of this place it was like being in hell to her. Nothing fixed it. She never talked to anyone, one of the reasons they kept her here. She couldn’t, nor did she want to. After everything she went through she never wanted to speak again, but she did. Only to say sorry only about fifty times and she blamed herself so much it was amazing how much tearing her self esteem done she could take. Most kids would of committed suicide from so much self hate. She just lived through it, thinking it was a punishment for her mother getting murdered. It wasn’t like no one told her otherwise. She just believed it and if she believed it then it was true. She wondered how hard she was shaking. She normally shook as if there was a earthquake. Looking down to her trembling hands she closed them into tiny fists to stop the trembling as she sat down on the bed and kept her eyes on her feet. She didn’t know what to do.
Trying to calm her nerves down, Larkin kept her eyes closed tightly, till she felt the edge of the bed sink and didn’t even bother to open them till she heard a quiet voice, almost as quiet as her own as she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. “y-you...don’t-t?” She asked, stuttering over the words from the nerves. Her heart in her throat as she looked at him intently. People hated her all the time, or at least thats what the voices say. She was confused by this. Normally people hated her with a passion. She never did anything she was so use to telling herself everything. After a few minutes of open eyes the red stuff came back and she closed her eyes, feeling a hand on her back suddenly. She didn’t flinch like she would but it was...well, a nice feeling. She hadn’t had any human interaction that didn’t include dragging her off to get sedated or thrown into the seclusion room. She didn’t know what to say next as she bit the bottom lip. “I’m uh...L-larkin...”” She said quietly as she stared at her scratched up hands from her little nervous moments.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 14, 2010 20:49:01 GMT -5
What was Jayson thinking? This wasn't like him at all. He never cared for someone, never tried to make contact to someone. Not unless he had to, which in this case it was totally up to him to talk to her. To sit next to her. But why? Jay had no idea. He just felt so sorry for her, she was shaking from head to toe with tears in her eyes. He didn't want to see that. Because as much as Jay hated to admit it, he was actually a caring person. That's his problem, he cares about people who don't ever care about him in return. His real parents left him on a random doorstep because they didn't want him. Then the people that adopted him never cared for him, never tried to bond with him. His adopted siblings hated him and he knew it. So it wasn't really a surprise to him when his adoptive father would hit him and finally brought him here. It wasn't that he hated people, it was that he was just better off alone. Not talking to anyone, not interacting with people. Just him, by himself. So if he believed that why was he still sitting here with this girl?
Jay kept his hand comfortingly on her back, it seemed to make her a little better. But at the same time she just looked confused as to why he didn't hate her. Like she expected him to or something. He shook his head and attempted to smile, but it just looked like he was expecting her to yell at him or something. Jay hadn't smiled in so long he almost forgot what it was like to smile. "No... I don't..."
[/color] Still as quiet as a mouse. At least he was making an effort right? He noticed that she talked like he did, quiet. But he didn't quite stutter like she did. Jay wondered if it was because of something similar to him or if she didn't want to talk loudly because he wasn't. Whatever it was Jay actually liked it. He was happy that someone talked as quietly as he did, because loud voices annoyed him big time. "Jayson."[/color] He figured since Larkin introduced herself that he might as well too. He took his hand from her back and placed it into his lap, folding it with his other hand. He kept his eyes on his hands and just sat there still as a statue. [/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 14, 2010 21:22:12 GMT -5
She has always been by herself. Larkin was alone in the world, unless you consider the fact that her father might be alive. But she knew that he wasn’t going to come and say hello any time soon. Sure, he probably heard of the murder of her mother. It was in the news, four people killed, including mother of a little girl who was found sitting in their blood three days later. He probably even knew that she was damaged as fuck. She knew she was damaged. She saw blood every where she went. That clearly wasn’t the sign of a stable person. She ran a shaking hand through her hair, pushing the bangs from her eyes. Usually Larkin would flinch at any time the boy moved but she kept still. Her body only reacting a little bit to the movement of him. She had it stuck in her head that no one ever wanted her. That she had no sense of belonging any where and thats why she was here with no one to talk to. Just her books and her day dreams and her hallucinations. Nothing kept her from her day dreams thankfully. The medication left her in a day dreaming haze usually. That’s probably why she hated it and liked it so much. It led her to believe things that weren’t real.
This was probably...the only time she let someone touch her. She never let anyone touch her. She was scared of being touched, especially by guys. But something about this quiet guy left her feeling a bit comforted. After he spoke she shook her head a bit. “You should...” She kept her voice quiet as always. Realizing she didn’t need to be loud, that made her feel better. She hated being loud. Bangs, pops like that they scared her. Loud noises or voices reminded her of the days where there was always screaming or yelling or someone getting thrown against the wall. When he introduced himself she nodded her head a bit and felt his hand move from her back and into his lap, she moved herself so she was leaning her back against the wall that was next to the bed. “nice...t-to meet you J-jayson..” She couldn’t stop the stuttering it was impossible for her. She just did. She thought it was just part of her problems. Her many many problems.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 14, 2010 22:14:41 GMT -5
He couldn't help it, Jayson found this girl interesting. He didn't get why, but she was. The way she was just so.. Quiet. Jayson loved quiet, if he could he would just mute everything. There would be no more yelling, no fighting, no nothing. He would love it if the world was that way. It would keep him relaxed and calm, he wouldn't have to worry about talking or saying the wrong thing. But unfortunately, life wasn't that easy. Life was full of hatred, hurt, and sorrow. Or at least Jaysons was. He didn't understand why this girl was so afraid, was it because of him? Normally he was the one afraid of everyone else. He honestly didn't think he was that intimidating. He certainly wasn't to his drunk abusive adoptive father. He couldn't even call him a father, he was more of an asshole then anything else. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, he wasn't going to think about that anymore. He looked over at Larkin and tried his best to smile at her. He needed a friend here, and so far she was the only one he thought was tolerable enough to be his friend. She wasn't like everyone else in this asylum. She was like him, and that was a comforting feeling for him.
Jay was taken back when she told him he should hate her. Why? She never did anything to him. If anything she should hate him for bothering her. Larkin was the first one in the room anyway so it would just make sense. Everyone hated Jay anyway so it wouldn't come as a surprise to him when she would hate him. He almost expected her to. "Why should I hate you, Larkin?"
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 14, 2010 22:31:22 GMT -5
If you asked Larkin to make a list of fears. There would probably be over a thousand of them. Blood, sleep and skeletons the top three though, since that’s what started this next to childhood trauma. She kept her eyes down at her scarred hands. Underneath the hoodie were probably fresh scratches, bleeding she couldn’t tell but she hoped not. They would do something to her. Throw her into seclusion or something. She couldn’t help it though. It was a nervous habit she never broke. They tried to make her but she only found more comfort in the self harm. She lifted her eyes from her hands and looked over at Jayson. He, well...He poked at her curiosity. He didn’t hate her, she had herself convinced he did. He didn’t seem like a bad person and that was a hard thing to convince Larkin of. She had this whole idea that people woke up evil and not good. He didn’t seem like that at all. He seemed to be just like her and it scared her. She smiled back at him, it was small not big. It was not often that she smiled. Larkin had no reason to smile.
She wasn’t looking at him when she spoke. She couldn’t look at anyone when she talked to them. Her eyes were averted to the ground. When he spoke she looked at him. Her bright eyes glittering with small tears. “Because everyone does.” She whispered. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rest her chin on the tops of them. Her hair falling over her face as she raised a hand to move it then lowered it, knowing it was useless to push it back. She looked at his face filled with concern and almost broke down. No one ever looked at her like that. It freaked the girl out and she dug her nails into the legs of her jeans just to keep herself from breaking down. “How’d you get h-here?” She asked, oh that was bad. “s-sorry probably...t-too personal” She said as she wanted to smack herself in the head for asking such a stupid question. He was going to hate her for sure, she shouldn’t of said anything. She was so stupid for saying anything about that. She went on beating herself up in her own head.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 15, 2010 13:33:18 GMT -5
Jayson started at her a little more after she talked. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he was before. Something about this girl made him almost relax a little bit. If Jayson was even capable of relaxing. He was always so nervous and tense, he didn't want to be in this asylum anymore. "Well... I don't hate you."
[/color] He seemed certain when he talked. This was the one person in the asylum that Jay would get along with, and he was going to do whatever it took to make her realize that. He wanted to ask why everyone hated her, or if it was just her imagination. But Jayson not being a man of many words didn't. He would just keep wondering about it long enough for it to bother him and finally ask or he'll just forget about the whole thing. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable but he figured he was probably already doing a good job of that. He sighed and looked towards the door, where were they exactly? He wasn't really sure how he got here all he knew was he was walking and went through a wall. Cause that didn't make him sound crazy or anything. Jayson shook his head and looked back at Larkin, his fingers still entwined in his own hair subconsciously. He didn't like the way Larkin looked like she was beating herself up everytime she asked him a question or said something to him. Almost like she would say the wrong thing with just one word. It made him feel bad, like he should hug her or something. His eyes widened at the very thought and threw it out of his head. Not that there was something wrong with Larkin, cause there wasn't, it was just that for Jayson to actually hug someone it would take a lot. Maybe knowing the person for a century or two. He had to feel like the person genuinely cared about him for him to show some sort of affection. Mostly because growing up, Jayson never had that. He never had a caring family that wanted to do family things with him. He had the family that would make fun of him for having a German accent. Did they forget he was from Berlin? What did they expect him to have? Jayson looked back down in his lap when she asked why he was in here. He doubted she would really want to hear the story anyway, it wasn't a very nice one. "It's a long story..."[/color] He said, staring intently at his hands. He waited a few moments and looked back up at Larkin. "I doubt you'd want to sit here and listen to it anyway..."[/color] He said in his usual quiet voice. It was probably true though, why would someone he barely even knew care about why he was in such a fucked up place like this? [/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 15, 2010 15:55:08 GMT -5
It was almost tiring to her, working herself up like this. It always took more than a minutes to calm herself back down again. So she was breathing correctly and that she wasn’t going to hallucinate anymore, seeing things she didn’t need to see. To make it seem like she was more crazy than she was. For some odd reason a feeling tugged at her insides, telling her to talk to this kid. This was...the most words she ever traded with someone, it was a surprise that it even happened really. She thought that he hated her. But then again, the words stating that he didn’t hate her left his mouth again. She felt like she should believe him. Hell, maybe he was the only friend she was ever going to have in this place. The tone of voice he spoke in also reassured her of his comment about not hating her. Her tense self started to relax a little, coming down from the nervous feeling she always had knotted up in her stomach. It began to unfurl and she calmed down a bit as she stared at him a little. “O-okay.” She stuttered as she looked back down at her hands, it was the first time in a while that she spoke to someone while looking at them.
Running a hand through her hair again she leaned her head up against the wall, staring at the crack ceiling that probably wasn’t safe. But oh well, this place was where she could escape the guards and the other patients that she was afraid of, except for one now of course. Seeing as Jayson didn’t hate her and she was starting to warm up a little. She wanted to push him away though. She was convinced that she was going to lose anything she got close to since it always happened. She tended to keep farther from others because of it. There was no reason now to ...make some movement to get closer to Jayson then she was now. She still was a bit wary because he was a male but at the same time, she knew he was probably nothing like her foster brother. She listened to him speak and looked at him. “...mine is probably longer.” She spoke quietly as she bit her lip, looking at her hands. Her’s was pretty long, considering the two murders she had to watch and the whole thing. “and...we.....never mind.” She shook her head, throwing the idea in the dirt and burying it. She probably made him uncomfortable. No more friends now, she had destroyed this one.
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Post by jayson gabriel lacey on Oct 15, 2010 23:20:01 GMT -5
Jayson kept a watchful eye on the girl. For some reason he just didn't think she believed him. The way she stuttered out the okay and then looked away. Although he did noticed this time she actually looked at him when she talked. That had to be an improvement right? He thought it was. He sighed and leaned back again the wall, still looking towards his lap. What was it going to take to get her to believe him? It was a wonder that he was still trying to talk to her. If it was anyone else he wouldn't even bother, but it wasn't anyone else. It was Larkin, the one person that managed to keep his curiousity level at an ultimate high. "I hope you don't think I'm lying..."
[/color] His already quiet voice seemed to hold something else in it. Disappointment, maybe? On the rare occasions that he did talk, Jayson wasn't a liar. He would be bluntly honest even if it hurt someone. And it almost always did. It was still a wonder to Jayson why Larkin was still talking to him. By now people would want to avoid him at all costs. Probably because other people didn't have the privilege to actually have a conversation with him. Whether Larkin knew it or not, she was probably the only person in this whole asylum to hear Jayson talk. Well, besides the guards that he would yell and curse at. But other then that he only ever talked to Larkin. It was nice for him to at least have one friend here. He shrugged when she said he story was probably longer then his. It probably was, Jay didn't know. He looked over at her in time for her to start stuttering her words again. "It's okay... You don't have to talk about it.. I'm not forcing you..." His tone was comforting and warm, something that even shocked him. Truth was, he didn't like that she looked upset. It upset him seeing her like that. Jay wanted to show her that, for some strange reason, he actually cared. He figured he might be the only person that did. He couldn't promise he'd do a good job at being her friend, but something in the back of his mind was telling him to give it a shot anyway. [/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN
PSYCHOTIC DISORDER
Your talent's alarming. Well, darling, you're losing your touch.
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Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 16, 2010 10:11:57 GMT -5
Her mind was filled up with so many questions, she wanted to ask him why he didn’t hate her. Did she believe him? Almost, but what if becoming friends with her was a way to hurt her. She was so paranoid about this that she wanted to stop thinking about it. She didn’t want to make something like that true did she? No, she didn’t she needed friends. The doctors told her to make some friends but that had been near quite impossible till now. She pushed those evil thoughts at the back of her mind, deciding he wasn’t trying to hurt her and for her to make a decision like that was kinda scary for some. “I..I don’t think you are lying actually.” She was surprise that her soft voice let out a full sentence. Usually stuttering was a clear sign of her freaking out but she felt like she had a grip on some of her nerves, if not most of them which made her feel better. He didn’t seem like he was lying which left her feeling better than normal. Maybe she did have a friend.
Her fingers immediately found the feather that was hanging from her neck. Her necklace her mother gave her before she was killed. Neither of them knew she was going to get killed but the day after Larkin was subjected to terror. Suddenly it hit her like everything else. She had absolutely no one. The hard truth hit her in the face like a brick. She was here, stuck in here forever because of stupid schizophrenia and everything it does. She could feel tears again but they stopped before they fell out. She didn’t want Jayson tot hink she was the type to break down every minute. The tiny realization just hit her in the gut and she hated the sinking feeling. “it’s...nothing unusual...It’s bad though...worse than most...” She looked down at her hands, chewing the inside of her lip as she thought about this. “Just...don’t...think any differently of me...It’s not my fault, I didn’t mean for it to happen..but it just did.” Most would think that this was making it sound like she did something wrong, when she didn’t. As said before. Larkin put everything on her shoulders.
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