Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:45:15</strong>
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				This is the thread for the room of patients #11 and #6.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:46:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Description of The Room</strong>:<br><br>The room is opened by double doors that are made out of solid oak with a dark cherry stain. They are bracketed by locks on the top, bottom, and sides of the door. There is a bar that slides across both doors on the outside to keep patients from breaking the main locks and keeping them in the room. When the doors are open, they pull outward to keep the people entering from being surprised by patients in case they try to escape the room. Once inside the room, the walls are a light blue - almost white in color but with just a hint to keep from being bland. There are twin sized beds that are bolted into the floor on each side of the room with a single white pillow and two blankets. They have a head and foot board that are metal but padded and have restraints attached at the bottom that can slide up and down but can be locked in place when a patient is out of control. Each patient has their own writing desk and small dresser for their clothing with a lamp that they are only allowed to have at night and when writing. There is a light switch next to each patient bed and a light above each bed. Each patient as their own window on the back wall that is of medium size with prison-style bars that are dead bolted in into the wall. The floor is white and made of cement. There is a line on the wall in between the windows that has a three inch thick Plexiglas wall that slides across the room and locks in between the double doors. This is designed to separate patients when they react negatively towards each other and need to be separated and restrained. The sliding wall is activated by a code on the outside of the doors. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 21:54:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Her scalp was still stinging from the harsh yank on her hair and her head hurt from the vicious head butt that had shattered the nose of the orderly, but it was pain she could tolerate. What bugged her was the flecks of crimson that dotted pale cheeks from the blood that had erupted when the orderly’s nose broke.<br><br>Should have been something easy to take care of but the damned straight jacket she had been placed in kept her from washing her face like she wanted to. “Idiots.” The word escaped as she flopped down onto the perfectly made up, if austere, bed, a sigh sounding. Wonderful. This would be home for the next thirty years?<br><br>Near black eyes slowly made the circuit around the room, pausing on the other bed with a grimace before continuing around to note what was about. A roommate. That was going to get old very quickly and she had no desire to have to deal with someone else. And Piper? She would not last long trying to deal with someone else’s habits. As for Mona, well, the less said there the better. <br><br>“Would someone PLEASE come in here and let me out of this thing?! I gotta piss!” The words were screamed, fully intent on getting the attention of someone who could unlock the damned jacket so she could wash her face.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 22:30:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The halls were cold and bland. The floors were bright and inviting. The doors were dark and scary. Aishling couldn't quite figure out what to make of this place as she stepped down the hallway, flanked by an orderly. He was attractive, about six feet tall to her five-five, with chestnut hair and hazel green eyes. He had a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He had an athletic build and liked to wear the dark blue uniform instead of the usual standard white. His name was Jacob. Still, the younger woman really wasn't sure what to make of him at all. He seemed distantly nice, like he was nice because he just was and distant because he had to be. Or maybe he really just didn't care and decided being polite would cause less problems. He had no tattoos or piercings. Aishling knew this because he had told her after commenting on her pierced eyebrow. Why was he bothering to try to get to know her? She would be fine soon. Some little voice laughed softly, almost sorrowful in tone. It really was just a lie. Another of many. <br><br>"This is your room..." Jacob said before hearing a ruckus in the room. He opened one of the two doors and Aishling saw a beautiful crazy woman. She looked ready to hurt someone and Aishling felt her snippy attitude start surfacing. She didn't want to deal with this woman. She'd rather be somewhere else. Or someone else. She edged around Jacob and put down her bag, checking the room over. At least she had a dresser for her nail polish and a desk with which she could draw on. She liked even surfaces, though writing, drawing, or painting in her lap were good alternatives too. She ignored the screaming woman to see that her trunk of stuff and clothing was tucked neatly under the bed and untouched. She hoped they hadn't removed her paints. She felt her hands shake a little at the thought of not being able to paint. A little bit of a panic set in. <br><br>"Ms. Jergens, you need to calm down and shut up. You broke someone's nose, so of course no one is going to be letting you out of the jacket. This is your roommate, Aishling Macabre. Now sit tight and relax. Someone will be by in an hour or two to let you use the restroom if you can behave and not break someone else's nose."<br><br>Jacob gave Aishling a small smile, a few whispered words and then he left. He left her alone. She found herself slowly sitting on her bed on her side of the room. What was she to do with this woman? She really didn't know. However, she decided to keep herself busy. Carefully pulling out every bottle of nail polish she'd been allowed to keep that wasn't flammable, she started lining them up by color on top of her dresser. They were equidistant apart and had the same exact amount of nail polish. The bottles were clean and neat and closed completely at the same angle. She set them up in three neat columns on the left hand side of her dresser. Once that was done she took out her pencils and sketch pads and walked over to the writing desk. It had a few shelves and so she put her seven sketch pads on one shelf and her pencils- packed neatly and cleanly in the case and sharpened to the same point- on the shelf below them. As much as putting her things away properly were something necessary for her mental state, she couldn't help but look over at the beautiful crazy woman.<br><br>"You look comfortable." She said with a curious tone. Of course, it was a lie and her face depicted more sarcasm than anything. But once the sentence was out, her face went back to being smooth and curious, as if every sentence brought out emotion while nothing else could. Her carefully painted black fingernails tapped against the writing desk exactly six times before she took a few steps closer to the woman. She wasn't within range, but her blue eyes were gentle. Maybe she could find a friend. <em>That was stupid to think, Aishling</em>, a voice told her. She sighed, it was a bit stupid. But what else could she do? Sitting on the edge of the bed, she soon began to rub the back of her neck out of nervous habit.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 23:06:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Silence met her yell for freedom and a grunt sounded under her breath. <em>This is so Mona’s gig damn it.</em> The thought ran in circles around her mind, eyes shifting towards the door when it opened. “About fucking ti…” The words cut off as the short female entered with the orderly, a sigh sounding. <br><br>Great, the roommate. Not that she had time to actually assess the female, the smart ass words from the orderly pulling her attention onto him. There were warning signs of course - the faint narrowing of her eyes, the clenching of her jaw line. But she sat still and simply waited, ignored this snippy little brat and waited.<br><br>And the moment Jacob left the room, door still open, she made her move. Sliding to the end of the bed, she made to stand, eyes darting towards Aishling before feet pushed against the floor and her body rushed across the room, left shoulder dipping down to slam the door open and then barrel into the small of Jacob’s back.<br><br>It was a full out tackle and just to ensure he went down, her knee slammed into the back of Jacob’s knee, her own weight thrown onto him to bring him down to the floor face first. “ASSHOLE! I SAID I HAVE TO PISS!” Her words were screamed directly into his ear, feet pushing against the floor to shove her body further atop his own. And that was all that she needed.<br><br>Rearing her head back, she slammed her forehead down to connect to his head just above his temple before latching her teeth into the soft flesh of his cheek, jaw locking to grind into his flesh. He’d learn not to tell her to shut up and he’d learn not to ignore her!</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 23:32:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"What are you doing!" Aishling screamed as she watched Jacob hit the floor hard. She heard a crack and watched as the crazy woman headbutted him from behind and then bit into his cheek. But he looked unconscious. She really hoped that he was unconscious. She didn't know what to do or how to react. She was scared. <em>This bitch was her roommate?!</em> How the fuck was she going to survive in this room if she had to be here more than a month? Or hell, even a <em>year?</em> She felt her body start to shake, her breath start to quicken. Oh no, she was heading into an anxiety attack. The sounds of a struggle and the visual of violence were triggering her anxiety spike. Her fingernails dug into her palms until she felt the sharp sting of pain. The smallest welling of blood appeared on her palms and she felt the endorphins kick in in the slightest. But she couldn't control her breathing. She curled up into herself, sitting in the fetal position as she started to yell.<br><br>"Someone get that crazy bitch off of him! She's gonna fucking kill him! Someone fucking help!" But as soon as she stopped screaming, her lips curved up in sadistic amusement. A change went over her. Her breathing evened out, her shaking stopped, and her demeanor completely changed. Her eyes were cold and cruel rather than scared and confused. Rising to her full height, she walked casually towards the door and stood beside the two people. The orderly was bleeding from the bitch's teeth and the woman was practically seeing red from his standpoint. Him being Malik. Malik being in Aishling's body. It was an odd sensation, but he knew he didn't have much time before the others showed up to assist the stupid man and sedate the raving lunatic. Should he do something? He pondered the thought as he watched in mild fascination. It didn't take long before he reached a hand out to tangle in the woman's hair and yank. He hoped to get a good hold. He didn't care if the man lost his cheek in the process. He just hoped to grab and pull.<br><br>"You. Whoever you are. Calm down. At this rate, you'll be in solitary."<br><br>His grin became even more sadistic as did his eyes before a change slid over her face and she took a gasping breath. Her body began to shake violently and if she had a hold of Danni's hair, she immediately let go and made a grab for her chest. She couldn't breathe! What happened?! She'd blacked out and how she was next to the chaos and, and and-<br><br>"HELP ME!"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 23:41:39</strong>
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				Alarms sounded from inside the room as well as inside of the hallway. It was a whirring like sound quite similar to a tornado siren in the middle of the countryside. But this siren was not about tornadoes it was about the little fight that was occurring here on the hall floor. The trigger had been set off by the watcher who was sitting down in the basement, watching all of the cameras in the sanitarium. The alarm called several much more burly orderlies to come running down the hallway towards the commotion. There were 6 of them in total all of them more than ready to handle the little woman who had just been pulled off of Jacob. Blood was leaking out onto the floor and they knew that this was going to be a problem. Alex had specifically ordered that there be no blood visible anywhere near room number 4. So they were going to have to clean the floor immediately after they handled the situation.<br><br>They ran up to Danni, and tackled her to the ground. Another one of the orderlies injected her with a slight sedative as she was held down now on the floor, off of Jacob's body. Two of the other orderlies picked Jacob up off the floor and were already taking him down the hallway. The girl had nearly ripped his cheek off with all of that force and he was bleeding all the way down the side of his face. Red droplets of warm blood were dripping down to the floor in a path leading away from the small puddle that the main even had caused. They were taking him straight towards the OR with a lot of speed in their step, caring much more for the care of their friend than the blood trail all of this was causing. This would be the second time that this fucking patient had injured an orderly. When were the staff going to realize that they were going to have to watch that girl. She was one hell of a firecracker. <br><br>The four that were left there, had three of them holding Danni down till she mellowed out and stopped struggling. The fourth was looking at Aishling. He was obviously angry. His entire face just screamed it with the vein in his forehead kind of throbbing and all of his muscles were tense as he stared at this other woman who looked confused as well. He cared little for her confusion. He wanted to know if she had taken part in this or had caused this violent outburst in her room mate that ended with Jacob down on the floor. At least he knew well enough not to touch her while she was in this confused state, he was not going to make himself into another victim. Plus not touching her was going to allow him a chance to defend himself in case she did try to attack him. <br><br>"What the hell happened?" he asked her, wondering if she had caused this and in fact also needed to be restrained.<br><br>(Since they are out of their rooms this shall be continued in the Inner Halls) http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106121.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 05:36:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Once she was back in the room, Aishling seemed to calm at least a little bit. Sitting on the edge of her bed helped but the way her heart had thumped at the touch from the doctor made her wary of him. It had been a slightly scary moment, as if he would have done something to her body if he could have. But the smile was earnest even if he didn't let it reach his eyes. He wasn't all bad, right? He was just having to deal with a stressful situation just like she was. As he commented on the nail polish, she found herself focusing on the neatly arranged bottles set up on her dresser. It was hard to focus on it and not listen to the commotion that was slowly dying down outside, but still, she felt her breathing start to ease up a little.<br><br>"Thank you...I get two bottles of nail polish every month." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse from not having been able to breathe. But she began to relax in degrees, finding a certain comfort in just talking about something normal. But the color of the blood and the amount of it was still fresh in her mind and made her take a sharp intake of breath. With a small gasp she put her head in her hands and focused on counting to ten like her therapist had said. She needed to calm down or she was going to pass out. Her eyes were shut tight as she counted, forgetting about the doctor for a moment. This was too much in one day. There wasn't any sort of routine and if a routine was made it would be blown to shit! She couldn't handle being here. She needed to go somewhere else. She couldn't stay in this room with that crazy woman. <br><br>"Is there anyway I can have a room to myself?" Her voice was small and muffled as she asked, knowing somehow that she couldn't be allowed her own room.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 07:39:22</strong>
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				Dureke nodded then counted up the bottles but stopped himself from shaking his head. He knew that they would have to wean her off of collecting things like that. He turned his attention back to Aishling. "I like your choice of colors." He sighed and put his hand on her shoulder. "Just try to take it easy, everything will be fine just watch." He squeezed her shoulder gently then glanced behind him at the open door and stood up. He walked over to the doors and as closed them so that Aishling would not have to see what little blood was left.<br><br>He walked over to her and sat down on the bed beside her. "I am sorry but that will not be possible. Part of what we do here is teach you how to co-exist with others and so if we gave you a room of your own that would not be possible. But I am sure you and piper will get along just fine. She is just frightened." He watched her for her reaction then added. "I am sure you can understand her fear. This is a new place for both of you." He gave her another soft smile but his eyes still lacked something as if he was not quite normal himself. He pulled out the coin form his pocket and started to flip it over the insides of the fingers on his left hand as he scratched at the tattoo on his wrist before looking at the watch on his right wrist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 07:51:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She took a few deep calming breaths and felt his hand on her skin. There was that tingle again, almost like a warning or almost like...Aishling shook her head. She wasn't going to let her body depict anything else she should be doing. She rubbed her scalp and soon felt her body begin to stabilize from his words and the breathing exercise. It wouldn't take long now for her to return to a normal state. She smirked a little at the thought of being normal. Would she ever be? She had never been normal anyways. But she heard him walk away and closed the door. Since he was a doctor, he'd probably have a key swipe or something to make sure he could open it and the locks weren't engaged either so he could get out as well. It was such a strange yet fascinating system. That she could be restrained so easily...She bit her lip and soon sat up and just let out a deep breath. It was in that moment that she saw the coin and his tattoo. <br><br>"You have a tattoo...Can...I touch it?" She asked, looking up at his face with soft and curious eyes. Those eyes also expected instant rejection. A firm no. There was no hesitation in the belief that he wouldn't let her touch his skin. She was a patient and he was a doctor. It was him who was allowed to touch only right? <em>Careful with your thoughts, Aishling...</em> The voice was not amused and a little bit wary. There was an edge of warning mixed with something else. She couldn't put her finger on it. But the thought wasn't there long before she moved away from the doctor and nervously played with the sleeve of her shirt.<br><br>"That was okay of me to ask." She murmured, meaning she knew it was rude.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 09:33:09</strong>
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				The coin stopped as he listened to her question and slowly looked up at her. He looked at her carefully then put the coin into his other hand and moved his hand towards her. "Of course you can ask." Smiling he looked at his wrist then back at her as he thought about how interesting it would be to break her and push her to her limits then past them.<br><br>He shook his head slightly and pushed the thoughts to the back of mind he had more important things to do. After his imagination was locked away again he turned his attention back to the task at hand. He pulled his sleeve back a bit to make sure it would not be in the way then turned his wrist towards her a bit more. "Do you have any tattoos Aishling?" He ran his finger over the faces of the coin as he studied her. He had glanced at her file and knew that as soon as he left her he would be heading down to the security room and watching the tapes to see exactly how she had reacted to Danni's outburst. "What do you fill your sketch books with?" He wanted to get inside her head while he was with her but to do that he needed to get to know her first.
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				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 06:48:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She felt a spark of something as he didn't push her away and tell her she was acting silly. She wasn't exactly happy but...she was content that he hadn't told her no. Still, she fidgeted, not sure how to go about answering his question. If she'd been normal, she would have just said she had three tattoos. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulders and didn't answer for a moment. He had said that she could touch it so she reached out tentatively to stroke the red marks on his wrist. Surprisingly, his skin was soft and she found herself moving her finger in slow circles, enjoying the softness of his skin beneath her fingertips. It seemed easier to just tell the truth when it was easy like this. When people weren't expecting anything out of her. But then she realized he was a doctor and that he just wanted answers to his questions. He had already looked at her file, knew the answer to his question and still she found herself saying:<br><br>"No. I have no tattoos. I don't have them on my hips or one on my back." She was mesmerized by the red ink in his skin, the way his veins were showing. She had always had an obsession with inking and the way it was so organized and controlled. Her tattoos were even, organized, and symmetrical and beautiful. His was beautiful in a slightly different way. She wanted to kiss it to show how much it meant. Which was a strange thought, but she'd always loved the way art could be permanent. At his next question, she didn't bother to look up, still touching his wrist almost reverently.<br><br>"I draw nothing in them. They aren't filled to the last page with how I'm feeling or what I see." Another lie. They always rolled so smoothly off her tongue. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 23:53:16</strong>
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				Dureke resisted the urge to pull his arm back from her touch even though he had offered it. He had to remind himself that she was a patient and not a slave... yet. As he waited for her to answer his question he slipped the coin back into his pocket. Then watched her as she started to trace small circles over his wrist. He enjoyed the feeling of her finger as it ran over his skin and the small amount of pressure on his veins as her finger brushed them. But her words brought him back to wear he was and his eyes darkened slightly as he listened to her answer.<br><br>She sounded completely sure of her self even though she must know he had seen her file and knew she was lying to him. He held back a groan but could not stop himself as he rolled his eyes. Luckily she was not watching his eyes. "Alright, I will stop asking question that I know the answers to if you stop lying. That way we won't waist each others time." After a few seconds he took her hand in his and held it in place as he pulled his wrist away. "Why did you come here? I don't want your parents reasons for bringing you here, I want to know why you agreed to come Aishling." He let go of her hand and kept his hands busy for a few seconds making sure his sleeves were pulled down again and even. He watched her carefully and waited to see if she would look at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 03:10:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"Because my brother is dead and keeps talking to me." She said, almost irritated as she touched his tattoos. It was the truth and at the same time, she felt how terrible it sounded. She withdrew from him emotionally before she finally stopped touching him all together. Her eyes blanked as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment, her expression turning into a blank slate. She felt sad. She felt upset. Malik was dead and yet he was still alive. It was so confusing. She knew he wasn't and yet he spoke to her. So he was alive in a sense, right? She couldn't be sure. Looking back at the doctor, she gave him an empty smile.<br><br>"My parents know something is wrong with me. They aren't my real parents. They probably think I'm broken and need to be fixed...stitched and repaired and sent back to them like new. But I can't be new. I've never been normal." She didn't know why she started speaking so much truth, but she wanted to. She <em>actually </em>wanted to tell the truth for once and not just make up some bullshit story to make believe she was fine and that everything was fine. She was in a mental institute, in a room with a doctor who wanted to help her, and all she was doing was making it worse by spewing lies. But she couldn't help it. All she knew was that she wanted help in some odd way. She didn't do normal things. She had anxiety attacks when people moved her nail polish. She had anxiety attacks when she couldn't find her sketch books. She'd tried to kill herself in a bathtub because she couldn't take her OCD anymore. Yet here she was. She just didn't want to fail her parents again.<br><br>"I...don't want to fail them again..." She murmured softly, her eyes gaining a glassy look before she blinked and moved away from the bed to touch her sketchbooks and make sure they were all symmetrical.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 04:40:14</strong>
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				"Well, just try to and relax while you are here and we will help you understand why you hear him speaking to you." He stood up as he watched her face go blank and as she looked up at the ceiling. He was not happy she had closed herself off to him again but he had known that he would risk the connection he had made with her when he asked. When she looked at him and smiled he smiled back but his was almost as empty.<br><br>Walking over to the door and looking out he saw that the mess was almost cleaned up. He nodded to himself as he listened to her as she mentioned her parents, it made sense for her to be thinking that she needed to stitched up and fixed. "Aishling your not broken. Not how you just describe it." He thought about how he would explain it to her but stopped and looked at her as she spoke and moved over to the desk. <br><br>He walked up behind her and rested his hand on her shoulder with his thumb resting on the collar of her gown. His hand rested there light enough that if she moved his fingers would brush against her skin. "Just trust us and work with us. In the end you will be fine." He squeezed her shoulder gently. "You don't need to be fixed just adjusted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 04:58:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She tensed up a little as he touched her through her gown. It was a light touch on her shoulder, but it made her a little uneasy. Uneasy because she could feel the heat of his palm leaching through the material of her clothing and because it was odd to be touched by someone other than her parents in such a place. She'd had lovers - a dozen- over the years, but it was still so odd. Casual touch was something she wasn't used to. Probably because people thought she would flip out. She didn't mind the touch, actually. Aishling just really wasn't sure what to do with it. She found herself humming the slightest bit as she gingerly touched each notebook. These ones were all brand new and blank except for the one in the middle. That one was half full. Why had she put it in the middle rather than the top or bottom? Because she liked the symmetry. When he spoke and squeezed her shoulder, she sighed softly before turning around. She swallowed at how close he suddenly was and how tall he was. She leaned back a little against the desk to get a little space.<br><br>"You're pretty short." She murmured, looking up at his face with a faint blush on her cheeks. She fiddled with the edge of her shirt and kept looking up at him, feeling her pulse start to flutter at the closeness. His body heat was reaching her even though he wasn't too close. But she could feel his heat. And he was a tall guy. His clothes couldn't hide his muscles and she knew his skin was soft to the touch. She wondered if he had more tattoos. She really wanted to know. <br><br>"Do you have any more tattoos?" She asked, her voice a little breathy. She didn't expect such a reaction. It was so unprofessional, right? Was she supposed to be professional or was he? She was crazy so it didn't matter all that much right? As long as she didn't try to initiate contact? She was confused and it was hurting her head a bit. At this rate, she was going to get a headache from trying to wrap her mind around being in this fucking place.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 06:24:36</strong>
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				Dureke smiled as he felt her tense up under his hand. He watched as she ran her fingers over the note books. He noticed how she arranged them and started to wonder how what she would do when she finished the fist one. starting a new one would mean it would upset the symmetry of how she had organized them. He leaned in slightly caught the scent of her hair just before she turned around to face him.<br><br>His thoughts were interupted as he felt her turning around and his fingers brushed over her skin. His smile darkened for a split second as he felt the rush that he had felt some many times before. But as soon as that split second was over his smile returned to the warm smile had before. "Your pretty tall yourself." He ran his finger up the side of her neck slowly as he studied her face to see how she would react. To her he was supposed to be her doctor nothing more.<br><br>When she asked about his tattoos he just nodded. "I have nine more." As he spoke his other hand moved his chest where his tattoos were hidden underneath his shirt. "Your welcome to see them Aishling." He let his hand drop away form his chest and to his side again. After a moment he reached out between them and took her fingers in his so that she could not fiddle with her shirt anymore. "Their is no need to be nervous." He let go of her hand after a few seconds and waited. He wanted to see if she would undo the buttons on his shirt or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 01:32:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">His touch was unexpected, but her eyes had shut for the briefest moments involuntarily. It had felt nice and soon his hand was still and she found that she couldn't really draw in enough breath. It was so odd and yet felt like an echo. It felt like that first time she had slept with her ex. The start up, that is. It hadn't made sense then and it didn't make sense now. Was it unintentional that he drawing out her darker side? She pushed it back mentally, feeling an extra shove that wasn't necessarily her own. It made her even more wary and her headache became a little more prevalent. But the fascination and curiosity was overwhelming. Her body was tense and it was visibly only in her fingers as they continued to fiddle with her shirt hem until he pointed to his chest that his tattoos were there. There was something dark lingering beneath the surface of his gaze that would sweep her up if she wasn't careful. She wondered if she wanted to be careful at all. <em>Aishling.</em> A voice growled, anger and a little bit of hurt seemed to be mixed into the sound of her name. But where was the harm? He had more art. More beautiful permanent art. <br><br>"Nine...nine more..." She whispered, mesmerized. He had ten tattoos. A completely even number. She liked her odd numbers because they were easier to keep symmetrical, but ten was a good number as well. She heard his words and looked up at his face, indecision flickering across her blue irises before she bit her lip and looked away. Could she really touch them? As he touched her fingers and told her not to be nervous, she found herself tensing up further. Could she really see them and touch them? She wanted to know. She wanted to see. She felt a warning go off in her head, but she didn't care. He had a wonderfully symmetrical number of tattoos and she demanded she let herself see them. But was this suppose to be a trick to help her? Or something? She kept questioning herself as her fingers found the first button on his shirt and popped it open and soon found herself popping all of them off in slow but greedy succession. Her breath became more shallow and soft as her eyes focused on the task at hand. As the letters became revealed, she found herself murmuring softly, the sound like that of a lover.<br><br>"Beautiful..."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 05:06:11</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br><br>Gray heels clicked down the hall, noticing the various disturbances but keeping her distance.&nbsp; It was a little worrying how quickly so many problems had already begun, but then, sometimes it took a little time and effort to get an organization working like a well-oiled machine.&nbsp; It was fortunate so far that there hadn't been any major accidents which had caused notable problems, but then, she doubted that several murders would even go reported in a place like this.<br><br>One of the doors to the patients hadn't been properly shut yet.&nbsp; Curious, it meant either that an orderly had chosen to fully enter the room or had forgotten to properly lock the door.&nbsp; Neither one was a good sign.&nbsp; Rebecca stepped over to open up one of the double doors, peeking in on the events going on inside.<br><br>She gave Durieke a single look of bewilderment, but she wasn't stupid, and it was obvious enough what was going on.&nbsp; His response was an attempt to quickly settle himself up, to try to hide any evidence and slip away before Rebecca could put two and two together.&nbsp; "I, um..." he stammered before opening the other door to slip past Rebecca, but her focus shifted over to Aishling.<br><br>"Is everything alright?"&nbsp; Rebecca gave the patient a soft smile, unsure as to just what Aishling thought was happening but sure to find out soon enough.&nbsp; Rebecca remembered that the girl's roommate had been locked out, but the Watcher would notice soon enough that the problem had been dealt with.&nbsp; "It's time for breakfast; are you hungry?"&nbsp; Placing one more step into the room, Rebecca offered her hand, palm up in an invitation for a proper escort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:32:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I...yes, everything is fine."<br><br>Aishling murmured smoothly. Dureke had slipped away so quickly that she was a little bewildered. But as feeling passed over her, she had the strongest conviction she wouldn't be seeing him again. For a moment, she felt herself wilt under the prospect of not being able to touch all that art, but she shrugged mentally. Adjusting her shirt and fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, she looked at the doctor. She was a rather beautiful woman and Aishling felt a bit intimidated by her height, especially in those heels. But Aishling had nice heels, too. She couldn't wear them, though. She really couldn't wear any of her own clothes. But at least she allowed some things. She had her notebooks, pencils and ink, and nail polish. She wasn't sure what she would have done without any of those things. She could deal without her clothes - much as it aggravated her OCD - and other small things. At least the pants and shirt she was wearing fit all right. And matched.<br><br>"I'm not hungry." She lied smoothly, yet she hesitantly reached out after a few brief glances. She didn't touch the woman, but she she had thought about it. Everything felt so off-kilter, she really wasn't sure what to think. It was so odd trying to figure this all out on the first real day. It seemed like everything was just topsy-turvy like a carnival. She heard her stomach growl in protest at her lie and she looked at the doctor without remorse in her expression. It was impulsive to lie even when she just wanted to tell some of the simplest truths. She could when she wanted to, but most people thought she was lying. So why tell the truth? It was much too complicated.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:49:21</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br><br>"I see."&nbsp; Rebecca let her hand drop at the mention of the patient not being hungry, letting her expression deviate a little into an expression of sadness.&nbsp; She didn't seem to hear the sound of Aishling's stomach rumbling.&nbsp; "That's very unfortunate, because I am rather hungry, and I was hoping for someone to talk to during breakfast.&nbsp; They have all sorts of things: bacon, eggs, toast, cereal, even grits."&nbsp; The brief thought occurred to her that she could stay in here with the girl, but she knew that she'd have to remove Aishling so that Piper could rest.<br><br>"I noticed you were looking at my heels."&nbsp; She swung her leg to show off the soft gray of her designer shoes.&nbsp; "Do you like them?&nbsp; What size are you?"&nbsp; She let herself lean forward just a little, silently hoping that it would have the effect of inciting desire, rather than envy or jealousy.&nbsp; "It must be so hard on you, still adjusting...well, I'm a size seven, so we may not fit perfectly, but I would love to see how you look in a pair."&nbsp; Her smile grew just a little mischievous, as if she just might be breaking the rules, but not in a way that would hurt anyone.&nbsp; "How about we go up to my office for a bit?&nbsp; I can have food sent up, just in case you might decide that you're hungry later."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:28:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">At the mention of all the food, her stomach rumbled louder, but was muffled by her arms over her stomach. This doctor was either cruel, smart, or didn't know much about Aishling's file. She bit her bottom lip to keep from speaking. To stop herself from saying the truth as much as she wanted to. This person was new. She didn't have a connection with this person. She couldn't even truly begin to point out the way she spoke. The doctor didn't know how to speak with her and she felt herself starting to panic a little. This was not gonna work. She was gonna starve with this woman around! Her attention was captured by the woman's movement and the flash of soft color. The shoes were pretty and she liked the way they fit the doctor's foot. They were expensive. Way out of Aishling's price range even if she had a good job. The only place she could get a job though was at a library and even then she probably would have went crazy from trying to keep things organized. She listened to the list of questions and found herself attempting to answer until the woman leaned in a little too close. Aishling hugged herself tighter. The woman was pretty and alluring, but she wasn't sure how to feel about this woman. She was trying to be comforting, she could tell, but what she suppose to say? <br><br>"My feet are too big for your shoes." She said, clearly meaning her feet were too small, but the doctor didn't know that and Aishling felt herself panicking a little more. This woman wanted her to open up, but how could she when the woman didn't seem to understand her at all? She took a few calming breaths and was going to nod her head to say, "yes, she wanted to go" when she really didn't. Instead, she shook her head to mean she really didn't want to go to the woman's office, even if it meant being far away from all the calamity. She found herself let out a sound almost like a sob before she spoke.<br><br>"I'm not hungry...."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:53:04</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br><br>After several seconds of watching the girl, the soft fidgets and twitching, she gave a sigh and decided to be honest rather than attempting to allow the girl to make the decision on her own.&nbsp; "Well, I hate to be rude, but right now Piper needs her chance to rest after her accident.&nbsp; I don't think having us talk to her and distract her is going to do any good for her recuperation.&nbsp; So, I want to give you the choice."&nbsp; Once more she gently offered her hand.&nbsp; "We can head over to the cafeteria, or else we can head up to my office.&nbsp; I just need you to decide, to pick, and we'll go to whichever one you say."<br><br>Her own stomach was starting to hurt as well, but she ignored it, meticulously patient beneath the veneer of pure kindness.&nbsp; She couldn't help but wonder how many doctors would just give in all too easily, rather than force this girl to speak the truth by waiting until the girl had finally forced herself one way or the other.&nbsp; Certainly she couldn't back out now and lose her only chance at helping this girl.&nbsp; So she kept her bright smile and warm features.&nbsp; "Maybe I can try to get you some heels by tomorrow that you'd be allowed to wear while in my office.&nbsp; Size 10, would you say?&nbsp; Maybe 12?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 01:01:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">"I don't want them!"<br><br>She yelled, her voice crackling with it. She hardly ever raised her voice and it showed. She felt the panic sliding in more. This woman asked too many questions at once. It was like she was trying to corner her into answering and so she just yelled out an answer. She didn't even know if it was a truth or a lie but she didn't want to keep being asked questions. She just wanted to eat and be left alone with her things. She wanted Piper to be okay. Though she wasn't sure who Piper was. Apparently her roommate? Was it that crazy bitch from before? She hoped then that if it was the same person that they hadn't hurt anyone else in their fucked up madness. She wanted to be left alone. She wanted to eat in peace. She just- She sank down to the floor with a <em>thud.</em> Aishling took a few deep breaths, recited all the bottles of nail polish she had been allowed to keep in her head, and almost counted the number of sketch books she had in her head. She needed some symmetry. Some sort of balance. All this chaos was making her unbalanced. If this is what it would be like every day, she was going to kill herself. And succeed. <br><br>"I'm not hungry! I hate your shoes! I don't want to be alone!" Even while still upset, she spouted out lies, still yelling as she covered her ears with her hands. She didn't want to be in this place. All the questions made her think too much about before. Before with Daddy and Malik. Before the car accident. When all the lies had started. When everything had started. She wasn't normal and never had been, but this was too much. She wanted her parents - the ones that loved her- to take her home and find a professional that could actually help rather than breathe questions at her. She wasn't crying nor was she actually panicking. She was having a freak out and falling into a tail spin.<br><br>"Stay! Stay! Stay!" <em>Get out! Get out! Get out!</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Piper and Aishling's Room, Room 1 of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 01:34:47</strong>
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				<strong>Rebecca Stephenson (http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</strong><br><br>"Oh, don't worry, hun," she said with a smile.&nbsp; "I'll stay right here.&nbsp; I'm not going anywhere."&nbsp; She took a few more steps into the room, calling forth her cell phone into her hand from her purse with a deft flourish.&nbsp; "I'm hungry, though, so I'm going to get some food brought in.&nbsp; I know you're not hungry, but I'll have something brought in, just in case you change your mind."<br><br>She sent out a few texts as she walked in, moving over to Piper's desk to spin her chair around, so that when she went to Aishling's desk and swung the chair at an angle to have herself a seat, the two were symmetrical.&nbsp; As she did so, however, she got a look at her shoes.&nbsp; "Hmm...you're right.&nbsp; They don't mesh very well with the tiles of the floor, do they?"&nbsp; It seemed to bother her a little but she said nothing about it for the time being.<br><br>It didn't take long for one of the orderlies to come in, handing Rebecca a tray and glancing to Aishling.&nbsp; "Just leave it on her bed," Rebecca told him.&nbsp; "She said she's not hungry yet, but she might be later."&nbsp; Whether by Rebecca's instruction or the orderly's foreknowledge, everything on the tray was perfectly symmetrical, even requiring leaving out two drinks to make the various foodstuffs match up in a pattern.<br><br>As the orderly left without a word, Rebecca stayed silent, giving the girl a little space and allowing her to make the next move.
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