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From a room with gray walls to a vast wooded area... surrounded by gray walls, I like the change. It’s so cozy you’d think this is somewhat normal with the way people carry their groceries and their little ant-like lives. Even up close they look like ants.
By obtaining ‘help’, are you referring to yourself?
I could be a considerable option but let's look at it like this: how many people do you think would be willing to help without wanting to see you get into that horrible trouble? Not only that but I'm sure there could be the option of you asking someone for help, receive a resounding 'no' and they find it for themselves since you like to parade your mistakes out in the open. I'm offering genuine help, but I'm only one of many. You can take your chances by telling someone else your story.
Luckily for me, I’ve labelled them all pretty and lost them in here somewhere. Thank you very much for the help and the reassurance that I won’t have my head chopped off.
Don't blame me for being a realist. You got yourself into the mess and you only have yourself to blame. You could, I don't know, obtain help to find and recover them with you, maybe even avoid the spitfire encasing your irons. But that's only a suggestion.
"Someone doesn’t understand sarcasm," Amon commented, "It’s called sizing someone up, people do it when someone comes at them with a showy vocabulary and ridiculous observations," Amon grew up around people who talked like this guy, mostly they did it to try and make him feel inferior but it was never the case because in Mozenrath’s eyes he was superior to everyone around him, regardless of their upbringing. "And you danced around telling me who you were, so we both failed to address each other’s questions, and why is it so important to you whether or not I take it as a compliment or not?"
"No, really. I know how to use my vocabulary and it's not very ridiculous when you're actively responding to my words. Folding your arms is for one. You should never do that. It makes your form smaller which has various meanings given particular situations," he said politely, tone sincere with genuine advice. "And I didn't dance, I simply don't want to tell you. That too is sizing people up, putting a judgement to a name. Quite a pot and kettle. Can't anyone have a nice talk without trite details? It's not important to me, I'm curious. Call it polite conversation, the kind that has little to no meaning, but you do it anyway to pass time."
"And you use big words and insults to dance around questions given to you, even more adorable," Amon crossed his arms, still waiting for him to answer who he was, "Do you always monologue about every person you meet? Or am I just special?" he laughed, "If I felt challenged I’d do more than just try to make myself even taller, I don’t need to do that when I’m already well enough over everyone else’s heads in this place."
"No, I use big words because I have a decent vocabulary, which is apparently difficult for many people to understand in this place. And no, you're not special. It's not hard to read people I simply like to do it out loud and see them get all tough and react to it. See," he said, glancing down at the folded arms. The smirk that reached to Aiden's face met with a slight tilt to his head. Folded arms. Reserved. Shielding. Closing himself off from the conversation with misdirection of his own words.
"You can tell much by presentation. No, shit. That's exactly what I just said. Reiteration was unnecessary, the question is why did you do it if height was already at your advantage. But it's pointless to even repeat myself when you've taken up my echo."
"At any rate, the more interesting part of the conversation that you haven't addressed why you're so vehemently upset of being accused of something you've done before. And I know, you said because the person who did isn't, but that's an excuse, not a reason. Why not take the compliment?"
"Like I care about being original, originality is for people who’re just in it for attention, I don’t kill or injure just for attention. I’m not owning up because that worthless idiot isn’t worth owning up to it, not worthy of being put down on my record," he stared him down, "Who are you anyway?"
"I'll respectfully disagree with two aspects: everybody wants attention, it's only a matter if they're worth what they claim they deserve and originality isn't only for attention, it's for those who know how to have a good time and be creative."
"So you're not in it for just the attention, but you definitely care about image and belittling your record with a petty crime that wasn't yours. Cute," he laughed, raising his brow at the other's posture. "Even more cute how you crane your neck to appear taller as if physical stature wasn't already to your advantage. Someone might think you feel challenged, but you'd never admit to that, would you? Wouldn't want to be belittled, can't be when you present yourself as a giraffe."
"Why is it everytime one of your orderlies comes up with a pen jammed in his jugular it’s automatically my fault? I am not the only person with access to writing utensils."
"Well isn't that a problem. If someone knew that they did that they might use it to their advantage. Obviously you've done it enough times to be unoriginal and make an impression so why not take the deed and own up to something you didn't do?"
Losing my keys to the entrance of this place probably isn’t the best thing. I’m so going to get fired.
Damn, you are in trouble. Then again you don't have to necessarily tell them. If someone finds keys, how are they going to know that they belong here? That is unless you either labeled them all pretty or you lost them within the confines of this place. Then you're undoubtedly screwed.
Nah, you’ll get a new girl or guy in a week or two. Ah, yeah, I’ve never met her. Met her boyfriend though, so she’s attached to someone. She sounds crazy, though. Her name is Lily, I used to date her boyfriend. She hated me for a while, but now we’re cool. Raven. Not sure if you consider that atrocious or not. I think it’s semi normal. What about you?
Lovely. What and that's a good thing? To be attached to someone? I dare ask it to her face and see the reaction. Oh, I've met her, she's sweet and very appealing. If sleeping with her boyfriend is what made people avoid you then this place is more childish than it appears. It happens all the time, nothing new and certainly not protected from it in here. Unless there was something you did that was actually worth being disliked... Aidan. Nice to meet you.
"I’d be high as hell not to know this place after being around a year," Dodger said rolling his eyes, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"Or mentally crippled. That's really not far of a leap considering the obvious. Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed."
This asylum is uglier than I remembered
Explain. What aspects?
I don't understand what needs to be explained. If something doesn't go with a category then obviously it doesn't belong. If it's ugliness we're speaking of and it doesn't fit that category-- are you following along so far-- then their filter doesn't know how to stop the appealing from coming in either even if it shouldn't be here. Apparently it doesn't know how to discern intelligence from mass fatuity either.
"Wait..nope…just the t.v, good," he turned back around, not even sure why he was so paranoid, he’d lost the cop as he’d snuck back into the grounds of the asylum.
"Congratulations," he sighed, hearing the second voice and changing the channel in search of amusement. "You know how to observe your surroundings and name them. That's an achievement for some in here."
Once every couple of weeks, yeah. Who did you get? I could probably tell you what her damage is. It’s a small world in here, no secrets, no privacy. I like my roommate because she’s been nice to me, one of the only people to be nice actually. I don’t have many friends in here, then again, after what I did when I first got here, I don’t expect any.
Oh, lovely, so it won't be a permanent fiasco, just making way for a new one. Rapunzel, odd name and an odd face for the minimal that I saw her before I left the room. And who has such special attention to be all right by you? And do I dare ask what you did when you first came? Anything so atrocious?
Is it time for the big switch already? At least this roommate is someone I can stand.
So this happens often, eh? Can't quite say it's in best taste but it will be interesting when I do finally meet the sweet face rooming with me. I'm purely curious what faction of her brain is distorted to keep her here. I wonder if I'll be able to stand her like you will happily yours.
This asylum is uglier than I remembered
They don’t manage, that’s what it is. Incompetent, all of them.
Incompetence isn't quite the problem, but sure, we'll go with that. I think this place just absorbs the ugliness, the problem being no filter for aspects that don't fit the category.
This asylum is uglier than I remembered
You're right, it is ugly and it keeps getting uglier. I don't know how it manages.
Like you’re one to talk about manners. I asked who you were but its not like I cared for an answer, I never do. You can’t even hold a civil conversation. Plus, who are you calling unattractive? I’m beautiful.
See you around then, if I even bother to look your way.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yours is not holding well in my eye. Do me a favor, don't look my way. Thanks.
