<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(26, 188, 156)">Carrie walked down the halls with her hands stuffed in her pockets as she stared at the floor, didn’t watch where she was going. Before she could look up she fell on her ass, cursed under her breath then got up off the floor. “ Sorry I um... I’m Carrie or twitchy to some. You must be new... <i>“ Fuck shit damn bitch! “ </i> She said to herself obsessive cursing was one of her ticks, then there was the weird noises. Turrets was a very uncontrollable illness unless treated with the right medication, she‘d been a patient at the institute since she was fourteen cause her parents couldn’t handle her. Her head popped from side to side, her right eye twitched ever so slightly as she waited for him to shake her hand. She wasn’t afraid of much, liked meeting new patients who obviously needed help in less ways then she did. Pushing down the sleeve on her left arm she continued to hold her hand out to him, admired his tattoos. <a class="username" data-user-id="28691" data-username="@Kosmik_Khaos" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/28691/">@Kosmik_Khaos</a> </span>