[h3 [center [dancing+script 'WE ARE NOT SICK. WE ARE STRONG.' ] ] ]
[h2 [center [Zilla+Slab House Hollymore specializes in helping youths with rare mental disorders, from schizophrenia to pyromaniacs and anything in between. We pride ourselves on high-quality service and pristine living conditions. We also provide schooling and other activities such as physical education and art classes. If you believe your child is in need of our help please call the number below or email us.
[h2 [center [Zilla+Slab House Hollymore, at first glance, seems like an inviting home for youth with problems. The wait list is long and most of the time they only take a chosen few for the program. The program is extensive, so the minimum time at House Hollymore is 6 months, though it can go much longer than that. It's a perfect place for parents to bring their children who are in need of mental help... Right?] ] ]
[h2 [center [Zilla+Slab Wrong. House Hollymore, on the outside, seems like a great mental home for the youth. However, this is not the case by any means. In fact, it's not even a mental home. It's a research facility on children with abilities that can't be explained. They tell the teens they are mentally ill, and that their experiences of the paranormal are just figments of their imagination, a mental illness of sorts. They strain together any sort of fake diagnostic that fits with the ability, and presto, they have full access to the minds of these kids with grand abilities. ] ] ]
[h2 [center [Zilla+Slab This story will be based on the teenagers that are going to House Hollymore. It's about how they have magical abilities but are made to believe that they are insane. You can choose if your character knows that they have abilities or if they believe themselves to be crazy. Your character can even have no abilities and was sent to House Hollymore by accident. I want this roleplay to be heart-wrenching with a bit of comedy thrown in there. ] ] ]
[h2 [center [Zilla+Slab House Hollymore will consist of three floors. The basement is where the more difficult patients are held. Padded rooms and no access to anything that could harm themselves or others. The main floor is where the kitchen, dining area, and living room are. The living room has two computers with no internet access and a few retro video games downloaded on it. There is a TV that plays cartoons and family television, though if you are good they allow you to watch the news. The upstairs is the living quarters and the bathrooms. Males and females are, of course, separated. There are separate bedrooms and bedrooms with roommates. Outside is heavily guarded and has a large gate around the property. In the back is another small building where the classes are held, and where the library is also. ] ] ]
[center [b [size8 THIS STORY IS BASED LOOSELY ON THE DARKEST MINDS SERIES AND THE DARKNESS RISING TRILOGY ] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥I reserve the right to be picky with the art chosen♥ ] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥This is a mature RP, it will include: cursing, drug use, abuse and more. If this triggers anything then this isn't the RP for you♥] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥Characters that are minors will NOT date any characters that are 18 or over. Sorry not sorry.♥ ] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥No cybering, obviously. It will be time-skipped♥ ] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥A posting order will be established once everyone posted♥ ] ] ]
[center [b [Zilla+Slab ♥You WILL have to fill out a friendship journal after your first two posts. If you aren't willing to do this, don't bother joining. ♥ ] ] ]
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[center [PT+Sans [size13 Elliot was slightly take aback at how Maelyn spoke, since he had been lock away by himself for a good portion of his life his vocabulary was limited, though he had learned a lot since coming to Hollymore. The one thing that he couldn't quite get used to was the cursing, it was used left and right in this place and each time he heard something it left him speechless since he didn't know how to respond. He nervously looked around for a moment. Communicating wasn't his forte - he would much rather be in his room right now.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 An awkward silence seemed to fall between the three and Elliot began to fidget. What the heck was he supposed to say? [b [i "They probably don't even want to talk to you."]] The male glanced around the living area, his golden eyes landing on the unfamiliar guy he'd seen moments ago in the kitchen. He was talking with Marlin. Elliot was intrigued by the white-haired male. Who was he? Where did he come from? Was he new or had he been here just as long as him? He was half tempted to get up and go ask him, but he couldn't. [i [b "D'awww, poor Elliot doesn't have the balls to disobey orders. Pathetic."]]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 Thankfully Wren began speaking so he was able to focus on that instead of the voice in his head. The other male seemed just as flustered as he was, it certainly wasn't easy talking to people who were supposedly mental. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about himself, he didn't have the most interesting backstory nor did he do much in this place. [b [i "Scaredy cat."]] Elliot was beginning to get annoyed, the voice was unnaturally vocal today.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 [i But it wasn't wrong.]]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 [b [#4B0082 "I've only been here for nine months."]] He said with a fake smile on his face. Nine months and he felt like he had only delved deeper into the madness that was his mind. [b [#4B0082 "I'm not sure what to think of this place, I'm only allowed up from the basement twice a week. I do know I don't like Martha..."]] He muttered the last part, he could see the unbearable red-head over by the basement door. When she caught him looking at her she gave him a smile that could match that of medusa's stare. [b [i "You know if you don't like her you could always have her kill herself. You've done it before."]]]]]
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[center [PT+Sans [size13 [b [#4B0082 "You should shoot yourself with that gun at your hip."]] Elliot stood in one of the individual therapy rooms, the poor therapist that had been trying to help him was on the ground, the pen she'd been using plunged into her eye socket. She wasn't dead but she was close to it. In front of him was a guard, his gun pointed at Elliot. [b "Get down on the ground, now!"] he yelled. An unfeeling Elliot stared at the guard as if he was stupid. [b [#4B0082 "Why should i get down?"]] He asked, a small smile creeping over his lips. The guard shook the gun as he began to get more irritated. [b "Because I said so-"] The guards voice faded as his eyes slowly glazed over.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 [b [#4B0082 "You should shoot yourself.]] He said as if it was the most innocent thing to do in the world and not something that would kill the guard. For a few seconds nothing happened, then slowly the guard began to rise the gun that had been pointed at Elliot up to his temple. A few more seconds pass, you could physically see the struggle happening in the guards mind as his hands twitched. A few more seconds passed and suddenly a bang rang out and the guard dropped to the ground dead.]]]
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[center [PT+Sans [size13 Elliot shook his head as the memory played in his head, that wasn't something he didn't want to think about. As long as he played by their rules and did what they said than he wouldn't get hurt. He didn't want to go through the same punishment as last time. [b [#4B0082 "Ahh, I need to um....go over there."]] He made a lame excuse to leave the two. He felt like he was going to faint for some reason, his whole body felt hot. [i "I want to go back in my room..."] He thought as he walked into the dining area. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 He leaned his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes for a few moments, he wanted to be alone and not be bothered by anyone. Of course that was impossible in this place since up here he was constantly being watched, they all were. At least in the basement he was the only one in his room and for the most part it was quiet. Aside from the few conversations he had with his buddy next door.]]]
Wren flashed a friendly smile and a quick wave to Molly before she settled in to the computer. She was a quiet girl, but sweet; he had only known her for a little while, since she hadn't been here for long, but he had a good impression of her. She didn't seem like someone who'd spend much time in the basement. If anything, she might be one of the ones who got rehabilitated quickly, like the little redheaded boy--what was his name again? Martin?--'s sister, or the twins, or Damien, or Carrie, or all the others who'd left him behind through the years. No one had said where they'd gone, but it was obvious, wasn't it? They were the successful ones. They'd made it out.
He recognized the thoughts before they started and stopped himself. No. There was no point in rehashing that whole--mess. He had to stay positive! If he just stayed positive, it would all work out in the end. A positive attitude could work wonders, after all.
One of the newer residents approached him and Maelyn, and he flashed the boy a smile. Elliot, wasn't it? The poor thing seemed to be forcing himself to be social, especially since Wren could barely remember seeing Elliot out of his room before. He was making a good show of it, so Wren pretended not to notice. If he could be a part of someone else's healing, then he wanted to do them as much good as possible.
It was why they were here. Why they were [i all] here.
He nodded in agreement with the both of them. Couldn't agree more. "Not that it's so bad to share our feelings, either," he said neutrally. It was an important part of the healing process, the nurses said, so he always did his best to try and take part.
Maybe next time it'd be him. Maybe they'd finally be able to declare him cured and let him out.
Maelyn flinched at something. Wren glanced over his shoulder in the direction she was looking to try and figure it out, and got his answer immediately. Felix, was it? How long ago had that happened? He'd been on another floor at the time, busy with a one-on-one session with the ever-indomitable Mrs. Anderson. They'd blocked off the floor and refused to let anyone near until they'd cleaned away the aftermath, but he knew something terrible had happened. His poor plants had all cried to him about the danger afterwards, their fear of cold and winter somehow mixed into their fear of death. And Maelyn had been there, right in the thick of it all. He couldn't imagine it had been good for her healing.
He glanced around the room, trying to think of something to take her mind off of it. "It's been lovely out," he blurted at last. "There's been plenty of sunshine outside. Everyone back in my room loves it." He grinned at both of them, then realized; he should probably clarify. "I--I mean, all the plants. I keep flowers, you know--surely you know? And the lighting tends to be bad. But it's good, recently. Been bright out."
Wren kept up the grin, but deep inside he was dying. How awkward was this? Dammit. He hadn't meant to start talking about himself. Argh! How did he fix this? Change the subject?
Inspiration struck from Maelyn's earlier comment, and his grin went from forced to almost conspiratorial. "Anyways," he said, leaning in, "what do you guys really think of the House? You've been here for a while--have you gotten used to it? I know the first few years are rough, but it's not so bad after a while." Once he'd learned to keep his mouth shut and smile, once he'd learned not to talk about his plants, everything had gone smoothly. These kids--well, they probably didn't have to worry about something weird like being able to talk to plants, but he was sure they had their own struggles.
It was why they were here, after all.
[right [pic http://i.imgur.com/ZOddvr9.jpg]] [center [font "Arial" Before Marlin could escape human interaction he was stopped by a boy his height with opal locks of fluffy hair. He said something referring to Marlin's disheveled look but the kid didn't look much better. They locked eyes for a moment and Marlin didn't know what to do. Oliver's emerald gaze caught his in a staring contest and he was definitely losing to the angelic looking boy. Averting his eyes, he scuffled his feet and shifted his weight. Reaching a skeletal, bandaged hand up to his face and running his thin fingers through his messy hair, he licked his dry lips.
[b [#990033 "I uh don't have a brush."]] He stated as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Marlin wasn't the best at social interaction but guys his age were his biggest issues. Growing up it was only him and Axel. The two were just kids. Living in a gang wasn't conventional but they liked it enough. Everyone was older than them so they really only had each other. He hadn't had any practice talking to people besides his sister. Everyone else seemed so far away from him.
Surveying Oliver, the red head had never actually noticed this boy before. He had seen him in group and they had spent mandatory time together but for the first time he was really looking. The snowy haired boy was actually beautiful. That made everything worse. Now he was self consious. Tugging at his sweater sleeves, he tried to hide his scars. He was a walking notebook covered in words scrawled into his skin. Usually Marlin wasn't ashamed of his looks but right now standing side by side comparing himself to someone else he was trembling. Running his fingers through his hair again nervously, he cleared his throat hoping Oliver couldn't tell he was freaking out.
[b [#990033 "I'm M-Marlin."]] He stammered quietly. It came out so quiet he wasn't sure if anyone even heard it. Opening his mouth to repeat himself he quickly stopped himself. Maybe it was better that way. Oliver could talk to anyone why would he stick around?]]
[p Sorry it is short, I am having writers block.]
Felix stood awkwardly near the sink, leaned against the bulletproof window that streamed in a bright light. The heat against his skin from the sun was kind, something he had missed out on while in the basement. A small smile crept onto his lips as he closed his eyes and let his [i slight ] freedom sink in.
[b “Good morning!”] A bright, cheery voice could be heard near Felix, causing his blue eyes to flutter open. He had to look down quite a bit to see who was speaking. A small girl with ginger locks stood in front of Felix, with a kind smile printed on her face. Felix flashed a large grin towards the girl, excitement bubbling up inside him. Finally, someone was here to talk to him.
[#008B8B “Hi there!”] Felix replied with a goofy grin, eyes glimmering with the hope that he wouldn’t mess up this exchange. He leaned downwards to inspect the girl, curious at who would talk to him. He wished he knew her name but it came blank, however, that was going to be the case when your only communication was with the guards that hated you. Not now though, this was different. Perhaps he could make a good impression on the girl and the others around her. Felix reached forward, the temptation to ruffle he girls hair too high. It looked light and soft, he just had to touch it…
[b “Hands off, [i boy,]” ] The guard nearest to Felix raised his tranquilizer gun, showing it off proudly. The man winked at Felix, taunting him. It didn’t frighten Felix but it did show him that they were willing to threaten him in public. That was something.
Felix threw up his hands in defense, [#008B8B “Sorry! Sorry!”] He winked back at the guard and started to chuckle before looking down at the female. [#008B8B “I’m sorry, you are just- Your hair looks [i super ] soft.”] His eyes fluttered around the room quickly before landing back on the girl. He wouldn’t tell her that she reminded him of a little doll. That was too much.[#008B8B “This is a little overwhelming, it’s like, WOAH, you know? Not used to this kind of shit. Anyways, I’m Felix, what’s your name?”] Felix was now bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. He was antsy and needed to do something. He eyed the door before looking back down at the female. [#008B8B “Do they let us outside anytime?”]
He knew the answer though, in fact, he knew exactly what Billy would say if he asked.
[b ‘Why? Do you need to potty? Only good boys get to go play outside.’ ]
[center Various faces, some new, some not, started piling into the living area, however, it was the first one that startled and left Maelyn speechless. She felt the fear ripple through her body as her eyes fixated on the imposing figure.
[+grey “Who the fuck let him out?”] Carry spat out the words as quickly as Felix entered and exited the area. Worry was written on her face as she floated in front of Maelyn, bloodshot eyes fixated on her. [+grey “Mae, you okay?” ]
It was too late. Maelyn felt a pain in her stomach as the memories came flooding in.
[h3 [Playfair+Display Just Over a Year Ago ] ]
Panicked screams rippled through the air as shards of what looked like glass shattered against the hallway floor. The air was frozen, every guards’ breath vapor and the marble floor acting more like ice than anything else. In front of the panting guards sat a male with icy hair with skin that matched. Around his head circled icicles that acted more like throwing knives. They flung at the guards with force as the various men tried to scatter. The perpetrator was angry, blue eyes flickering with fear and rage.
Maelyn sat with the door of the living area propped open slightly, her face stuck in the crevice as her eyes scanned and watched every movement the male made against the guards. She could feel the cool air on her skin but ignored her own shivering, too frightened and enthralled with the chaos before her. She watched as blood dripped from certain guards and her eyes widened in horror. The male had actually hit the guards with his icicles, stabbing them in various places. [i Holy shit. Is he going to kill him -] Somewhere in the middle of the thought, Maelyn was pushed forward, a small crackle of laughter behind her. It was the Zhao twins, who had no clue what was really going on. Maelyn braced herself as she fell forward through the door, her hands and knees crashing against the cool ground.
The rest of the memory was slightly blurry, however, what did came back was in small flashes. Maelyn remembered the cold floor vividly. She remembered the pain as someone struck her .head against the wall. Then his face, the fury in his eyes. Then everything went black.
[h3 [Playfair+Display CURRENT TIME: 9:53 ] ]
[b "You think we'll do one of those fun team-building exercises again? I always like those."]
Maelyn snapped out of her trance, turning to meet the familiar gaze of some of her ‘peers’ frantically. Scattered closest to her was Wren and Elliot with Laurel not far off. They seemed to be making small talk with her and the others.
[b “Team-building exercises sound pretty fun,” ] Elliot was now answering Wren which gave Maelyn time to steady her breath.
[#F08080 “I don’t really give a fuck what we do as long as we do something,”] Maelyn rolled her eyes before shaking her head. She had to be nice. Friendly. Especially if she needed to use them to get out.
[#F08080 [i Because that went well last time you tried it.] ]
[#F08080 “But team building exercises are definitely better than talking about how we feel about being here.”] Maelyn winced at the thought. Just a week ago they had to talk about how much they [i enjoyed ] House Hollymore and the process they were going through. They were only allowed to say positive things, and well, for lots of the patients at Hollymore, that was hard to do. Maelyn’s looked towards the kitchen and winced, not liking the fact that she could see Felix in the corner of her eye. She made sure not to look at him directly, eyes falling instead on Marlin and the ghostly figure behind him.
Maelyn wondered if Marlin knew Axel was there at that moment, beady eyes fixated on both him and Oliver. She leered over him in a protective stance, disfigured hands floating over his shoulders. Maelyn turned back towards the two males near her and gave them a weak smile. Although Wren had been there longer than Maelyn they never really talked, which was a pity because Maelyn had no clue what he could do. She knew nothing about Elliot either, however, she did know to keep a careful eye on him. Something about him was different. Odd.
[+grey “Ask them what they can know or what they can do,”] Carry whispered into Maelyn’s ear. Maelyn groaned before using a small amount of her energy to cast Carry away for a bit. She couldn't ask them anything like right now. They didn’t trust her.
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[font "Tahoma" [b The First Day]
His mother had decided it was time. Time for him to go away.
"You're too horrible," she had said, "Too much for me to handle now." It made Kaz confused; he didn't think he had ever done anything terrible, but his mother was set in her ways. She must have seen him do it again. She hated when he did it. She thought it was unnatural, an occult thing. Of course, there was the possibility that it was, but Kaz didn't think so. He saw it as a gift, a gift from something, somewhere, to make up for his inability to communicate vocally. He had tried to convey this to his mother, but she had been adamant in her decision to send him away.
It was his first day at this new place; House Hollymore, his mother had said. Kaz hadn't had time to do research on the facility, but he knew it was a mental institution of some sort. It looked nice on the outside, and the inside was warm and inviting. The nurses seemed kind enough, the younger one seemed especially fond of him, and prone to physical contact. Over his clothes, of course. She didn't want to send him into one of his 'episodes'. Kaz had been left in the care of the nurses virtually immediately after he had arrived; his mother hadn't wanted to stay in his presence any more than she had to. Nurse Borkov had escorted him to his room, informed him of his new schedule, and left him to unpack both his physical and mental baggage.
[b The Third Day, Present]
Kaz's morning had started at exactly 5:47 A.M. He began his ritual of praying to the being that had bestowed upon him his powers . The ritualistic praying took precisely twelve minutes, as it always did, and left him approximately one hour and one minute until one of the nurses came to bandage him. So far, it had been a different nurse each day, but Kaz didn't much mind seeing the different faces. He settled into the makeshift reading nook he had created for himself on his first night here and took out the book that currently caught his fancy - The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne - and began reading.
~ ONE HOUR LATER ~
The nurse was early, but not early enough that Kaz was unprepared for her. She took half an hour to completely wrap his upper body, which was quicker than the others. She, just like the other nurses had, wore gloves that reached up to her elbows to prevent contact with him. Despite the clinical atmosphere, she was kind to him, making a poor attempt at conversation. The nurse finished and took her leave, and Kaz began to dress himself, a white button up shirt under a dark blue blazer and matching pants, finishing the outfit with his dark leather gloves pulled tight onto his hands. Kaz grabbed his journal and The Scarlet Letter, then made his way to the dining room where he made himself a simple piece of toast with cinnamon sugar and a hot cocoa. He took his time eating, undisturbed in the corner, while listening to the other residents of the facility arrive and begin conversing in the living room. The thought of conversation with the others made Kaz more anxious than he would've liked, but he supposed it was unavoidable in a place like this. He finished his cocoa with a small exhale, placed his dishes next to the sink to be washed, and made his way into the living room with the rest of the residents. It seemed that almost everyone was already in conversations with each other, and Kaz knew that he was rather difficult to communicate with, so he approached the one person he saw that was not actively conversing with anyone, a girl with dark hair who he thought was named Molly. He wrote a simple greeting in his journal:
[i Hello, my name is Kaspian, but you can call me Kaz. I guess you could assume I'm new here.]
Kaz gently tapped the girl on the shoulder and, once he had her attention, handed her the journal, hoping that she wouldn't be put off by his method of communication.
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It was one of those nights where Laurel was left to her own thoughts to reminisce. It'd only been a few months since her father had discovered the extent of her alcoholism, and had decided to send her away. Lately, her nights were filled with sleeplessness and fevers due to the withdrawal. Normally she tried to avoid doing thinking about her past as she had nothing but bitter memories left to remember. Not to mention the shadows that she saw made her feel like a crazy person. Laurel knew she wasn't crazy. Perhaps she did need this to escape the demons of addiction, but she was too proud of a person to admit this aloud. She'd rather drink to forget. Despite her detox schedule, a generous bottle of cheap rum had found its way into her possession. A gift from a guard who she'd become close to in her short stay here. It was empty way before morning ever came.
By the time the electric lights flickered back to life, she already craved another bottle. Her head throbbed in protest of the bright lights, and as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, she fought back the urge to vomit out the contents of her mostly empty stomach. Dizziness and nausea worked in tandem, and her fingers moved up to rub at her throbbing temples. It felt as though everything were underwater, and she was fighting against the current just to move. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath- rolling the empty bottle of rum under her bed to dispose of later. The last thing she needed was for one of the more snoopy guards to see it out in the open.
‘[i [#436CB9 Shower,]]’ Laurel thought quickly- forcing herself to her feet to gather clean clothes for her shower. ‘[i [#436CB9 I just hope I don't look as bad as I feel,]]’ The thought of food caused her stomach to churn violently. Since the start of her detox, she rarely ate, and when she did, a majority of the time, it came back up no matter how simple of a meal she'd eaten. In just three months, she'd already lost weight. She knew that drinking even every so often would only slow down the progress of the detox and make it a longer process, but she was more afraid to let the shadows thrive than she was of the hangover that a bottle would inevitably bring.
When Laurel was clean and presentable, she left the girl's wing of the House, and slowly made her way down to where the others were gathered. It was loud, and her head throbbed in protest. They'd all been here for far longer than she, but she had barely made an effort to talk to them. Laurel had hoped that she would be out of here before needing to socialize became necessary, but it didn't seem as though that were going to happen any time soon as her father insisted on her finishing the regiment before he would think about bringing her back.
“Team building exercises seem pretty fun,”
The brunette couldn't help but roll her eyes at that statement. ‘[i [#436CB9 Only if your team is worth more than a piece of wet cardboard,]]’ She thought internally. This ‘team’ was certainly not up to par. They were misfits and the mentally infirm. They'd be lucky if they could get anything done as a team. She kept her thoughts to herself- choosing not to offend the people that she desired to potentially make friends with just yet.
“[#436CB9 Rough night is a bit of an understatement for most of us I imagine,]” Laurel mused- a small, friendly smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “[#436CB9 We all look like we've had better days,]” Certainly the dark discoloration from lack of sleep under her eyes and the weight loss spoke for itself.
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With a sharp gasp for breath, Oliver bolted up from his bed, the back of his shirt wet with sweat, his trembling hands gripping on his sheets tightly. He blinked rapidly, the familiar white of his room that recently grew comforting greeting him this morning. [i [#306388 Another nightmare.]] He pressed the palms of his hands on his face, rubbing the sleep and tears away from his eyes as he took slow, heavy breaths in an attempt to calm his racing heart. [#306388 [i It's fine. You're fine. Everything's fine.]] With one large sigh, he gingerly moved away from his bed, feet sliding into the slippers he left last night. Mechanically, he took his blanket by the edges and began folding it, setting it on top of his pillow.
Breaths beginning to even out, he plopped on his bed, frowning a little at the floor, then at the calendar on top of the drawer he was provided. His parents told him that if he just played nice and cooperated, he should be out soon, but it felt like forever since then. 'Soon' didn't seem to be coming soon enough. Was he not cooperating well enough? Was he not nice enough? What was it that was lacking?
He shook his head, shaking the off chain of questions that were beginning to form in his mind. He needed a splash of cold water. Drinking the prescribed pills on top of his dresser and picking up some of his things, he stepped out of his room with a tired but cheerful smile sent to the assigned guard's way. [#306388 [b "Bathroom,"]] he said, voice still a little strained by his slumber. The man merely nodded in acknowledgment. The dull replies used to bother him a little---[i [#306388 Was the man disappointed in some way?]]---until he figured that maybe he's just a silent type. At least it's a small show of niceness, right...?
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Securing the small braids at the sides of his head with elastic hair ties, Oliver stared at his own reflection, satisfied with his appearance. There would be no traces of this morning's nightmare on his face, especially if he'd smile. He takes a deep breath, willing his thoughts to face the better side of things today, before he went out of his room again, making his way to the dining area where some other... residents were already having their meal.
The scent of food made him a little homesick; it was one of the dishes that his adoptive mother made for breakfast. People in the House were okay, but he'd rather walk into his home's dining room, take a seat beside their wooden, six seater table, greet his father fiddling with his laptop and his mother preparing their simple but delicious food. A painful thought came up in his head: what if they actually started to hate him, which is why they weren't keen on taking him back? [#306388 [i No, no. That can't be. Stop.]]
He plastered a smile on his face, also convincing himself that the day was going to go well. He greeted them in their general direction, before taking his seat, grateful for the meal that would satisfy his complaining stomach.
After finishing his meal and leaving his used utensils in the kitchen, grinning at the personnel he barely knew, he walked to the living area, where familiar faces were already lounging around. Maelyn, Wren, and Elliot were already caught in some sort of conversation and he wasn't sure if it was the sort of talk where he's free to just chime in. Molly was occupied by a computer. He's still not sure what to make of her and she seemed to be playing some sort of game, so he decided that it's probably best to leave her with the device.
Then there was Marlin, a boy he couldn't recall ever talking with. It must be boring to be just sitting alone, right...? It might also be a good opportunity to be acquainted with more housemates. Nodding at the thought, he took a seat beside the said guy, a safe half meter away from him, just enough to not invade his personal bubble. He leaned back, making himself comfortable. [#306388 [b "Morning,"]] he greeted with a rehearsed smile. [#306388 [i Topic, topic, topic.]] His gaze landed on the other's head. [#306388 [b "Rough night?"]] he said with a playful tone, pointing to his strikingly unruly hair.
[font gentium [center Darkness met Elaine’s gaze as she opened her eyes, presumably in the early hours of the morning. She lay there for several moments on the stiff foam mattress, her eyes adjusting to the miniscule amount of fading moonlight and tawny sunlight filtering in to the room. Just as every other morning, there was a split second where she forgot where she was, expecting her mother or father to enter the room and gently caress her cheek to wake her up. Perhaps they would make her crumpets for breakfast—she loved those, especially with honey. As she rolled over on to her side, facing in to the centre of the room, she became rather sullenly aware of her situation once again. [i [#80aaff Bad Elaine. Don’t be sad about Hollymore. You’re here to get better, remember. It’s not a bad place,]] She reminded herself hastily.
Elaine knew that she had done bad things, and the nurses had told her that her mind was playing tricks in convincing her that she had abilities. She knew now that these supposed abilities were just figments of her damaged mind, and she needed to get better so she could go home to her family—she missed them, especially her mother, but she knew that such a reunion with her could never happen. Not after…
There was a humming in her ears then, like distant muffled buzzing of a bee swarm. It cocooned her, and there was a feeling of frightened anticipation that prickled at her fingertips. [i [#80aaff No, it isn’t real,]] she reassured herself, though hesitantly. The lights turned on, fluorescent white and full of electrical energy. The heat within her fingertips grew larger, and she clamped her eyes shut, convincing herself that this feeling was an illusion. A discharge of electricity sprouted from her fingertips and she clasped the thin polyester sheet atop the mattress, subduing it.
This happened sometimes when lights were turned on, or other electrical equipment. Elaine knew it wasn’t real, but that didn’t stop it from feeling that way. She knew not to mention it to the nurses by then, having been there for a year, or they’d give her extra medicine that made her feel all woozy for days. There was only so much medicine she could put up with in her pursuit for mental health, and if avoiding the bad medicine meant putting up with the occasional electrical outburst—[i [#80aaff Not real electricity, only my imagination]]—then she was okay with that.
She had very little control over the timing of the outbursts, but she was getting better at becoming aware of its onset and suppressing it, so she was off to a good start at getting better again; getting closer to going home.
Habitually, Elaine slipped out from the cheap woollen blanket draped over her slender figure and moved toward the thin plastic dresser built in to the wall. Atop the dresser, a small plastic container with several pills in her waited for her to swallow them. She did so with no hesitation, the action an enforced ritual of her mornings. There were only three drawers in the dresser, each containing a few pairs of different essential clothing items; undergarments, shirts, bottoms. Taking one of each item, she moved to exit the room. Opening the door, a guard met her gaze and held it for a moment before stepping aside and allowing her to move for the showers. Politely, as she passed, she said to him, '[b [#1a8cff Good morning sir, I hope you have a good day.]]' There was no response, as there rarely was, so she walked away feeling not-really-but-still-slightly disappointed.
[center A warm shower had done her a world of good, ginger hair wet and loose around her face. Rosy cheeks from the heat of the steam were illuminated with a naïve smile as she entered the dining hall for breakfast, already having forgotten her morning terror with the lights.
Upon entering the open room, she began to look around at her fellow "inmates." [I [#80aaff No, don’t call them that. This isn’t a prison, it’s a healing-centre. We’re all just here to get better.]]
A large, barred off clock on the wall alerted her of the time; 9:45AM. She knew it to be Saturday the 14th of July from the laminated calendar stapled to the wall just inside the room, permanent marker crossing off the days as they passed. She wondered briefly if it was the nurses or the guards who ticked the days off.
Elaine’s smile faltered as her gaze wandered over the tall, broad male standing alone. She recognized him as Felix, the one they never saw. He was seemingly always in the basement, and the basement was for the disobedient ones. Elaine had only ever been in the basement once, and she shuddered at the thought of it. Though, Felix was out now, which must have meant that he was behaving well. She readjusted her smile at this positive outlook.
Despite knowing that she should steer clear of the boy to remain in good light of the nurses, she began to stride towards him, ever innocent and unaware of social nuances. '[b [#1a8cff Good morning!]]' She over-excitedly exclaimed, grinning to the point of teeth showing.]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 It was dark and it was quiet, two things that Elliot had grown accustomed to since he could remember. For a long time the silence and the shadows frightened Elliot but at some point they became a comfort. At least until some strangers came along and forcibly removed him from his room only to throw him in a small, padded room in the basement of their so called [i 'house']. Now his only comfort were the shadows that moved and spoke to him, they were probably the only thing keeping him sane. Little did he know that those shadows he spoke to were simply figments of his imagination.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 Today was just like any other day for Elliot, he woke up in his dark padded cell and sat on the floor for awhile, watching things that weren't there slither and squirm around him. Time passed, though at some point something different happened. In the room next to his a boy was being confronted, or rather released to roam the house. He didn't know what his name was, they sometimes talked through the wall. The boy and the guy confronting him walked off, their footsteps receding into silence. He was alone again.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 [b [i "Pathetic."]] A voice echoed menacingly from the shadows. Elliot ignored it, choosing to slowly fall onto his side and bury his face into the padded floor. [b [i "You. Are. Disgusting."]] The voice insulted him, putting emphasis on each word. [#800000 [b "Why can't I be left alone?"]] He asked himself , he wanted to be left alone. [b [i "I want to know why you talk to yourself. I'm here, I'll talk with you so why not ask me something? I'm sure you have lots of things to ask me"]] It was as if it was taunting him, the one rule Hollymore gave him was to never ask questions. This thing, whatever it was, always tried to get him to break that rule. [#800000 [b "The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept."]] With that he rolled over to face the wall and tightly shut his eyes, not that it made much difference since it was already dark in the room. [i "Go away please...."]]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 Suddenly the door to his room swung open, light splattered across the floor and walls. Elliot stayed where he was, he didn't want to face that light. [b [#008000 "Get up, freak."]] Just as that boy had the terrible man that was Billy, he had to deal with the hellish Martha. She was a small, ugly woman who was surprisingly strong. Elliot was roughly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and jerked up, his golden eyes staring into muddy brown ones. [b [#008000 "It's social day. Let's go."]] Social day....every so often he was let out of his dark oasis and made to mingle with the other residents of the house. He hated it.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 He was dragged upstairs and pushed into the open hallway that led to the basement. [b [#008000 "Have fun!"]] That woman knew how much he hated being taken out of his room, it was like a game to her. When will he break? How long can he handle being in the light? Which eye will he try to gouge out? After awhile Elliot got to a point where he hated looking at the things outside his room. They were too bright. More than once he had tried to scratch at his eyes in hopes that the dark would come back. [b [i "Let's try the left one this time, you've been favoring your right lately."]] There it was again, constantly pushing him to the edge.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 The boy shuffled down the hall and walked into the living area where many of the others were lounging around. He gazed around for a moment, his eyes scanning each person there. Maelyn, he has spoken to her before but he thinks that she thinks he's weird, which is fair considering he outright pointed at a dog that wasn't there. Then there was Marlin, the fiery red-head scared Elliot so he stayed away from him. Wren, he was a nice boy and Elliot had no problems with him. Then there was....a boy that Elliot didn't recognize. Maybe a newbie? He didn't want to find out what kind of person he was, not yet at least, so he opted to just avoid him. Lastly there was a familiar dark-haired girl who sat at the computers, Molly. He hadn't ever talked to her and don't think he would ever attempt to.]]]
[center [PT+Sans [size13 Elliot made the decision to sit with Maelyn and Wren, plopping down in a seat near them and offering them a large smile. While out of his hole he attempted to play happy and chill, he'd been told by the nurses that people would think he was more inviting that way. Who cared about being "inviting?". He just wanted to go back into his little rabbit hole - but he had to be a good boy. [#800000 [b "Team-building exercises sound pretty fun."]] He said, trying very hard to make sure he worded things right. One question could mean a severe punishment on his end, that was something he didn't want to happen.]]]
Molly had made a habit of getting up early so that she could shower uninterrupted by the rougher members of the house. That made it easier for her to be one of the first to breakfast giving her slightly better options than the rest of the house. Which in turn made it easier for her to get one of the limited computers in the living room when they were allowed free time.
Just like she had everyday since she got there Molly had made a beeline for her preferred computer as soon as she was allowed to leave for free time. It was one of the few things that kept her going through the nightmare. Even just goofing off on it was enough to brighten her mood and keep the darker thoughts in her mind away for a little while. Something she was quite thankful for as it was less painful than drowning out her thoughts with data.
The computer was also the best device for her to use to discretely practice her abilities in the house. While it was in the guards line of sight it was easy enough to hide the changes she made given her typing speed and the games she played. Of course her good behavior had also meant she drew less attention from the guards than the problem children. Which made it even easier for her to get away with small uses of her talents.
Still she was careful to not push her powers too far to keep plausible deniability. Just a few changes to a few variables of Scorched Earth here and there. Enough to help her land her shots in the game, but not so much that anyone hovering nearby could get suspicious. Combined with her good behavior to both the guards and the other inmates and she was able to get over the anxiety of the danger involved in what she was doing.
Just as she was starting up her second round of play though she heard a number of footsteps. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed the cause was Wren the good noodle and an inmate she did not recognize. She made sure to give a polite wave to the good noodle before turning her attention back to the computer. While she would normally give him a more proper greeting he had already started a conversation before she had a chance and she decided not to interrupt.
Wren puttered around his room in the quiet moments before the others all came awake. His room was cluttered, clean and dirty clothes alike littering the floor, plants standing in various pots around the room. Most sat closed and quiet, waiting for the moment of dawn when sunlight lit through the narrow window to unfurl and face a new day.
Delicate and slender, the cattleya was growing well where it was shielded in the corner behind his dresser. It hadn't budded yet this year, but it'd be beautiful when it had. The way it stood told him it didn't like the wind from the vent, and that the air was a bit too dry; he shifted it back an inch. The second stymied him. If only he had a spritzer, then maybe... but all he had was a borrowed cup from the cafeteria. Wren considered, head tilted, then dipped his fingers in the water and shook them off over the orchid, dampening it with the spray. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best he could do. He bent and checked the soil, but it was plenty moist. "Good," he whispered. It'd be fine without watering for another few days.
The cattleya was the most precious thing he had. His parents had bought it when he was born, and when they'd shipped him off, he'd brought it from home with him and carefully tended it over the years. Every year, it brought forth beautiful flowers, but lately it'd been weakening. The flowers grew smaller and dimmer each year. It worried him deeply, but there was nothing he could do but care for it. The flower was strong and healthy. He could feel that in his bones, knew it the way he knew up from down. It might struggle to produce the same beauty it had when it was young, but it could survive.
For another moment, he stared at it, wanting to touch but knowing it'd hate it; then he turned. There were others to see to. The flowers atop his dresser got a portion of water each, just enough to keep them growing. They were easier to deal with, simple little beings that only wanted a little water and fertilizer from time to time.
Once they were seen to, he glanced left and right to make sure no one was looking, then dropped to his knees. Slowly, carefully, he reached under the bed and retrieved a small bowl full of moss. A few drips of water were all it needed, and he felt it glow with satisfaction. It was a quiet plant, undemanding. He'd found it tracked in on the carpet after a particularly rainy day and nursed it back to health over the years, until the little green buds he'd found had become a bowl of lush green.
He climbed under the bed once it was seen to, both to place it back where it liked best as well as to check on his other secret project. Deep under his bed, a shelf of oyster mushrooms were growing heartily against the wall. Those he'd saved from the musty old pipes in the men's room, when they'd shrilled with fear about the chemicals and harsh bright lights. They'd need food soon, wood if possible, but anything of the like would do. Worried, Wren checked the wooden slats on the bottom of his bed. He'd already fed four to the colony. How many more could the bed bear losing without giving in?
The lights flicked on, all of them coming on at once as the facility declared it morning. He scrambled out from under the bed, feeling caught, though he knew they probably already knew about the secret colonies he kept under the bed. Still, compared to some of his fellow residents, he was an outright saint. He'd never even [i been] to the basement, and some of them practically lived there! Just the idea was incredible to him. How could someone behave so poorly?
No, no. He shook his head. They hadn't all had good lives like he had. He shouldn't think poorly of them. They were here to get treatment, just like him. One day, they'd get better; he knew it. That was why they were here, after all! To get better. Even him. He sighed and picked up a few pieces of clothing at random off his messy floor. Sure, they said it was all just his delusions, but they didn't know, did they? They didn't know what it felt like. How [i real] it was.
His pills stood on the top of the dresser, flanked by dark-leaved plants. A quick twist of the bottle and he had one, bit it in half, slipped the other back in, then washed the first half down with the remaining water in his cup. Whatever the pill was, it didn't stop the 'delusions,' which was why he didn't mind taking it. If they [i could] quiet his connection to the plants... he shuddered. He didn't even want to think about it. As it was, it got him brownie points with the staff that he was so good at taking his pills. All positives, no negatives. A perfect situation, really.
A few hours passed uneventfully. He ate breakfast early, alone in the dining hall before anyone else arrived, then returned to his room. After a while, even his lovely plants got boring, however, and most of them wanted some alone-time. Sighing a bit at being pushed around by his own children, Wren wandered down to the common area and was surprised to find someone lounging around already. "Good morning," he greeted Maelyn with a smile. She always seemed to need them, what with her own mood so downtrodden lately.
Barely seconds after he arrived, another door to the room slammed open, and Felix was pushed inside. Wren jolted, surprised. Wasn't he always in the basement? Why were they letting him out?
Felix was one of the few residents who'd been here for a while, like him, but he'd never really gotten to know him. They moved in different circles. If he was considered a 'good' resident, then Felix was definitely a 'bad' one. He didn't really want to associate with him, if at all possible. The staff might think he was going to become a bad influence as well.
No, wait. This was a good sign, wasn't it? Felix had finally been let out, and why was anyone ever let out of the basement but for good behavior? They should celebrate, or something! He started to congratulate Felix on his release, but he was already gone, vanished into the dining room.
Oh well. He shrugged to himself. Best not to associate with him, anyways. Who knew how well that good behavior would last. Gravitating naturally towards the other person in the room, he settled into a chair by Maelyn. "Wonder what they've got in store for us today," he wondered idly, glancing at her. "You think we'll do one of those fun team-building exercises again? I always like those." Something like the human knot, or anything like that. It wasn't exactly common, but he could hope.
[center [font "Arial" It was raining that day. The grass had become a swamp of mud and the road were soaked. A scarlet haired boy sat in the back seat of a juvenile facility transportation vehicle. He silently stared out the window. Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he watched the condensation on the glass as it fogged up with each breath. At least he was alive. But was he actually?
Due to the silence, the driver cautiously checked the rear-view mirror to make sure the cargo was still there.
Marlin and Axel, well known as Aries and Axis on the streets, had been inseparable since their time in the foster system. After the incident of separating them causing the death of two families, the kids took to the city streets. Although they had been warned of gangs and scum that inhabited the alleyways they decided to take their chances. Instead they were met with a group of outcasts and misfits much like themselves to call family. Thus becoming gang members which was actually quite a blessing for them. But when they were caught by the authorities they had to make a decision; freedom and bloodshed or the safety of the gang they had grown to love.
After the gruesome death of his sister, Marlin lost his only anchor to sanity. Without his companion, the hemophiliac murdered an entire city police force in one move. Out of control, Marlin slaughtered the men by boiling their blood and killing them from the inside out. Horrifying screams echoed through the alleyways. It sounded like a heart breaking. Marlin could hear it barely through the blood roaring in his ears. He hadn't realized it was him who was screaming.
Finding a young boy standing in a bloodbath surrounded by the remaining bits of what could be barely recognized as human corpses was terrifying yet intriguing to the authorities. After detaining the boy and lots of sedation, they struck up a deal. A menace like that belonged in a ward locked up not out on the streets destroying lives like a monster.
Shaking the thoughts away, Marlin licked his dry lips. Averting his hallow eyes to the shackles on his wrists, he wondered if this was any better than death.
It took forever for the new resident to speak. He wouldn't eat or sleep. All he would do was stare out the window. He lost so much weight he was a walking skeleton. He porcelain skin had cracks in it where he had bruised himself from throwing himself at the walls. Marlin had ended up in solitary confinement after becoming creative with utensils to cut himself open and use his powers. After awhile wrapped up like a violent sausage, he decided to play nice. They moved him to his own room and slowly introduced him to others. He didn't play nice at first but slowly they could get him to smile.
[size15 [b x x x x x present day ...]]
That morning proceeded like any other. Marlin lay bundled in a cocoon of fabric snoring bear-like, oblivious to the world. The only indication that the slumbering beast was even alive was the rising and falling of his snoring figure. Rolling on his side, Marlin burrowed in deeper to the covers as the light from the rising sun infiltrated his castle of rest. Accidentally rolling an inch too far, the boy tumbled from his bed. Flailing about he reached for help but there was nothing there was fluffy fabric. In a rush of feathers and blankets, an angry redhead had emerged from his cocoon like a beautiful butterfly sprawled on the floor. Only he wasn't beautiful, he was very very angry. Whirling around, his golden eyes burned with hatred. Lunging to his feet, he tackled the wall smashing his fist into the window. However the glass did not shatter. This had happened before so they took action, bullet proof glass. With a nasty thud and a snarl, Marlin pulled his hand away. His knuckles were bleeding. Biting his lower lip, he stomped out of his room.
It was a typical day in the House. He pretended to hate the nurses and they had learned to play the game and shy away from him. The doctors thought that if they went along with his anger issues it would cause less problems. But there just happened to be an elderly nurse who didn't follow the rules. She would always mess with the poor boy. Poking at him and patting him on the head. Marlin acted like he hated it but he secretly loved the attention. He would never admit it. Never.
Padding down the hall, he narrowed his blazing eyes at the entrance to the dining room. His wild hair was sticking out all over and he was still in his pajamas. Not very intimidating. The guard simply looked down on his and side stepped to give him room. They were just waiting for him to attack, they'd love to slaughter him especially after what Marlin had done to their friends in the past. Let's just say that there have been vacant spots in the force due to violent incidents. Marlin had learned not to kill the guards because they would lock him up again. He did not like that room. He did not like being alone.
Upon entering the room, he glanced around. It was quiet, just how he liked it. He hated when people watched him eat. Noticing out of the corner of his eye a pale boy much bigger than him, he puffed out his chest to feel more dominant. His boyish look and bed head made him look like a pouting toddler. Pushing himself up against the wall he kept distance between the two so the other could enter and Marlin could escape. The bigger guy was known as Felix. Marlin did not know anything about Felix and nor did he want to. He didn't want to know anyone. Except Maelyn. But that was different, they were associates not friends. At least he pretended they weren't. He smiled at the thought of his only friend in Hollymore. She had to ability to talk to his deceased sister. That was enough comfort for him.
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ezgVpqqfjY [Playfair+Display [b [size15 ‘You say that I'm too crazy, I guess you were right. My straight jacket's custom-made though.’]]]]
Grey padded walls swallowed Felix whole, making every single day a complete blur as he sat in the cage specially made for him. Heat blared up at uncomfortable levels, causing sweat to seep into the straight jacket that was fitted tightly against his body. Although it was bothersome Felix kept moving, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
[#A0522D “Where’s my little puppy?”] A rough, caustic but familiar tone filled the room, causing Felix’s head to snap towards the small slit on the door. A loud laugh seeped through as Felix’s eyes met the person who was speaking. It was Billy. Fucking Billy. [#A0522D “I have some amazing news for you, boy.”]
Felix snarled and stepped back, leaning his body against the wall as he let out a small sigh of annoyance. Felix hated Billy with a passion, every single word that came from the guy's mouth was meant to irk the boy. [#008B8B “What is it now, my liege?”] Sarcasm flicked off of Felix’s tongue before sliding down the padded wall and taking a sitting position, eyes not leaving Billy’s.
Billy’s eyes narrowed before he too let out sigh. [#A0522D “Shutthefuckup, pup. You’re going to like this.” ]
A clink behind the door could be heard before it opened slowly, revealing Billy in all of his… Glory? Felix cocked his head up in confusion as he studied the heavier man. [#008B8B “What are you doing?” ]
[#A0522D “Boss said that you’ve been a good little dog,”] Billy flashed his yellow teeth before motioning for Felix to get up. Felix did not. Anger took over Billy’s face as he grabbed at Felix, pulling him up with one large pull. Even if Felix was a fit guy, Billy was bigger. [#A0522D “Look, if it were up to me I’d keep you locked up and throw away the key but Mr. Wilson said you get to be with all the other freaks during daytime now. Shouldn’t you be wagging your tail?”]
Confusion and excitement rippled through Felix’s veins, however, worry trumped all of those feelings. His eyes followed Billy as he came closer, studying the man as he got up and turned around so his restraints could be removed. [#008B8B “I don’t understand,”] Felix muttered as he stretched, moving his shoulders in a circular motion.[#008B8B [i They wouldn’t let me out without a reason,]] he thought to himself. [#008B8B “Do I get a room? Do I-”]
[#A0522D “Don’t be stupid,”] Billy cut Felix off in an instant, scratching his scraggly beard while rolling his eyes. [#A0522D “You will come back here at 8 a’clock every night. You may be out of your cage, but you will never be off your leash.” ]
[b --- ]
Felix walked through the basement door with skepticism, Billy right on his tail. As soon as he passed through the door he was pushed with great force by Billy, who laughed roughy. [#A0522D “Better be good. Misbehave and I don’t think it’s the cage that you’ll be getting.”]
It clicked then why they were letting him out. They [b wanted] him to mess up. Needed him to. That way they could dispose of him easier and get away with it. Felix bit his lip and walked towards the living area, eyes scanning every crack and crevice. His eyes widened as he saw Maelyn, turning his gaze quick towards anything else. He did not have a good history with her, even if he only met her once. Regret filled his stomach as he twirled around, making sure to get as far away from Maelyn as possible. [#008B8B [i Not dealing with her. Not now.] ] Felix could feel the guards' eyes following his every move.
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[#5F9EA0 “You need to talk to me, Maezies,”] Large, hairy, arms wrapped Maelyn, a soft but wavering voice in her ear. [#5F9EA0 “Please. You know that this is important. You [i have] to get better. [i Need] to.”] The man’s hazel eyes matched Maelyn’s pained look, even down to the heavy bags. They had been fighting all night but now was more painful than ever for her father. [#5F9EA0 “Please, Mae.”]
Tears fell down on Maelyn’s shoulder but still, she sat, unflinching. She had done everything in her power to resist, to fight the decision to take her here, but now, she had nothing. Her father signed her away, abandoned her in this wretched place so she could be a lab rat to be studied. To be fixed. She knew she had problems, but was sending her away really the option?
[#5F9EA0 “We don’t have a lot of time. They only gave me a half hour’,” ]Mr. Peterson looked around the room warily, his expression full of worry and dread [#5F9EA0 “Please, hon-”]
[#483D8B “I’m sorry to interrupt,”] A pale woman with a bright ginger hair and icy stare appeared at the doorway. Her hair was perfectly curled and her lips were stained with a glossy pink. Although she wasn’t smiling her eyes were, even when Mr. Peterson started to sob, his arms shaking his daughter. It was like she was interested in the situation, curious and… Excited? Maelyn’s eyes narrowed as she shook off her father’s arms. The woman shook her head slightly and stepped towards Maelyn and leaned forward. [#483D8B “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Ms. Borkov, I’ll be one of your nurses during your time here. I’m here to take you to your processing session. It’ll just be a couple of questions so they can better understand your situation.” ]
[#5F9EA0 “Can we please have five more minutes?”] Mr. Peterson was frantically looking for an excuse to stay, his hand now holding Maelyn’s. He had so much hope for her. He truly meant well.
For a moment Ms. Borkov gave an annoyed look however in seconds she replaced it with a sweet, caring smile. She nodded slightly before moving towards the metal door. [#483D8B “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”] Ms. Borkov disappeared, her small frame gone from Maelyn’s site.
Mr. Peterson wiped his tears lazily, too focused on his daughter to care that much. He kneeled before her and held her hand tighter, looking up and giving her a weak attempt at a smile. [#5F9EA0 “I love you, Maezies, you know that right?”]
[#5F9EA0 “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” ]
Maelyn tightened her grip in return. She wouldn’t talk to him, but she wanted him to know that she was would hold him to that promise. She just wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice, not now.
[b ---1 HOUR LATER--- ]
The woman in front of Maelyn was at least 60 and the thought of an old lady being her therapist didn’t excite her. She sat, left eyebrow cocked, fingers intertwined in her bright golden locks and skepticism planted on her smug face. Deficiency was written in her stance, both legs up in against her chest, toes curling over the edge of the chair where she sat.
[#008000 “Do you remember meeting me, Maelyn?” ] The woman tilted her head, genuine interest written on her face.
Maelyn shook her head.
The woman nodded, scribbling something in the notebook in front of her. [#008000 “I assumed so. You seemed quite preoccupied with something else when you arrived her. My name is Mary Anderson but you will call me Mrs. Anderson. I am here to help diagnose and treat you, Maelyn.”] Her eyes didn’t leave the paper, still writing something down. [#008000 “Now, what was happening when you first got here? You were screaming and thrashing around. Your father says you see things, is that true?”]
[#008000 “He also said that you sometimes think that these things you see are actually ghosts. Is that true as well?” ]
Maelyn’s eyes shifted from Mrs. Anderson to the floor, not wanting to speak on the topic. She didn’t know what she saw, not truly. Not then.
[h3 [b [Playfair+Display PRESENT DAY | 8:35 AM - Saturday - July 14th - 2018 | PARTLY CLOUDY]] ]
Maelyn missed the nights where she could actually dream. Where she could just float to some false reality and away from her everyday life, but no. Not anymore. Not since she started staying at House Hollymore. Every night was the same. Every dream started with her sitting in complete darkness, the only sound to be heard was her flickering heartbeat. Soon enough though voices popped up, each different than the next. They screamed and begged, however, most of what they said was nonsense. She could never piece together what they wanted but the thing they said that made sense was the word ‘help’ and various amounts of letters and numbers strung together. Their favorite was [b ‘R23KR01.’]
[+grey "Oi, Peter! Up up, get the fuck up!"] A loud, familiar voice bounced around Maelyn's room. Her eyes slowly flickered open, arms stretched above her eyebrows so the light wasn't too bothersome. She looked around as her vision started to clear up and like every other morning she let out a sigh of disgust as she saw the color eggwhite plastered on the walls before her. [+grey "It's a big day!"] The voice seemingly came from nowhere but Maelyn knew better.
[#F08080 "How 'bout you shut up? Kay? I never get to sleep in because of you,"] Maelyn started answering the air before a ghostly figure appeared before her. If it was the first time she was seeing the face in front of her, she would surely be frightened but now the image was etched into her mind. Maelyn wished she could see her friend how she normally was, not as this burnt up monster that stood in front of her. [#F08080 "Do you seriously need to wake me every morning?"]
[+grey "Well, I can't fucking sleep.”] Carry laughed, mouth opening wide to show a horrifying grin. She didn’t have her pale lips anymore, instead, there was just teeth and gums to look at, always. When she smiled it doubled the creepy factor and Maelyn knew that Carry liked it. [+grey “Can't you have some compassion?"] Carry winked, mocking the odd situation before them.
[#F08080 "I know you can't sleep-" ]
[+grey "Yeah, then don't be so rude. If you were dead I would let you keep me up at all hours of the night! We could talk about anything you wanted,"] Carry attempted to wink however the image caused Mae to almost recoil and shiver now that the girl’s eyelids were partially burned off. All though Maelyn was used to the image it was still hard staring at what was once a stunning girl.
[#F08080 "If I was dead and you were alive, you couldn't see me. That's not how that works,"] Maelyn huffed, pulling herself off of the twin-sized bed. She moved right through her friend and to her closet where her outfit for the day was displayed neatly. Carry had picked it out the night before. A basic leather jacket, ripped jeans and a white tank top. Carry said the leather jacket fit her well and since Maelyn knew nothing about that sort of thing, she listened.
Carry rolled her eyes, not appreciating that she was just literally walked through. [+grey "I know, I know. You're the, what? Necrophiliac?" ]
[#F08080 "Necromancer."] This time, Maelyn rolled her eyes. [#F08080 "I hate you, you know that right?" ]Maelyn walked towards the door with her clothes in one hand, towel in the other. She violently wrenched the door open, coming face-to-face with one of the security guards. [#F08080 "I need a shower,"] She glared. He moved out of her way, letting her walk towards the woman's bathrooms, bare feet cool on the marble flooring. Hot on her tail was Carry, although no one could see that.
[b ---1 HOUR LATER--- ]
Maelyn sat pressed against the couch, twirling her slightly damp hair. She tapped her foot against the couch as she warily watched the guards around her.
[+grey “What’s the plan?”] Carry’s now-disembodied head floated behind Maelyn, black hair covering her face. [+grey “I assume you have one.” ]
[#F08080 “We need allies if we are going to escape this place,”] Maelyn was mumbling, making sure her voice was low enough that the guards couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying. It wasn’t odd that she was ‘talking’ to herself, a lot of people in Hollymore were a little… Odd. [#F08080 “We need to figure out who the fuck has abilities. Have you seen anyone do anything strange?”]
Carry let out an annoyed sigh, [+grey “No, I’m attached to you, not this house. Ask the twins if you want to know that.” ]
Maelyn scoffed, not wanting to think of the twins. They both crept around the halls and taunted Maelyn, showing her images of their death any chance they got. They hated Maelyn for what she had done. [#F08080 “Well, I guess we lurk and see.”]
[+grey “Lurking won’t help. You have to be friendly. I know, I know. Super hard for you.”]
Maelyn rolled her eyes at the comment even though she agreed. She couldn’t keep talking to Carry, someone no one else can see. Her eyes watched the entrance to the living area, eager for the next person to walk in.
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