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this is a closed rp, -- 3x3. multimuse / multiship this blog contains nsfw material.

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jcaquim:

he  tried,  he   REALLY   did.  maybe  he  hadn’t   started   off  so  politely,  but  he   had   tried  to  be  at  least   SOMEWHAT   civil.  but  the  moment  her  fingers  pressed  at  his  temples  he   snapped.   his  hands  reaching  up  to  grab  her  by  the  wrists  as  he  awkwardly  sat  himself  up,    ❛   knock  it  off!   seriously,   i  don’t  care!   ❜   his  grip  tightened  for  a  moment  before  letting  go              okay,  he  hadn’t  been   TOO   rough,  so  there  was  still  a  chance  he    wouldn’t    get  an  earful  from  his  therapist.   ❛   … i  really   don’t   want  to  hear  it?  i  don’t  want  to  hear  about  old  people  or   ANYTHING   from  you.  just   GO.  you   aren’t   helping.   ❜   in  truth,  this   WAS   him  playing  nice.

her smile quickly faded at the sudden GRASPING, it nearly scared her out of her skin. she rolled her eyes at his comments, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “why are you so --- so...” she tried find the words, but of course BIG vocabulary wasn’t riley’s strong suit. “UGH, you’re such an ASSTIT, Viktor!” she groaned slamming herself off the couch, feet STOMPING as they landed. “i was just TRYING to HELP you,” she shouted. 

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jcaquim:

it’s   karma,   he  thinks.  karma  for  every   CRUEL,  INSENSITIVE   remark  that’s  ever  left  his  lips.  all  he  wants  is  to  be  left   ALONE.   he  wants  quiet,  but,  naturally  the  world  would  see  to  it  that   SHE’D   cross  his  path.   ❛   go  away,  riley.   ❜    niceties  having  been  long  forgotten,  viktor  frowns  at  the  voice            longing  for  just  a  mere   HOUR   of   undisturbed   rest.  but,  something  tells  him  that  was  now   UNLIKELY.   ❛   i  have  a  headache.  ❜    he  tries  instead,  voice  lowering  faintly,  maybe  a  less   hostile   approach  could  would  convince  her  to  walk  away.  (  this  of  course  was  also  unlikely,  but,  he’d  at  least   HUMOR   his  therapist.  )

she furrowed her brows at him, watching his groan about his how his head hurt, that was until she realized something. “i got it!,” she said a little too LOUD, with the clap of her hand. she moved her fingers to her forehead, “apparently like, your body has these points...of like...pressure?,” she moved back and forth on his forehead roughly. “this should help you, i was going to do massage school once but, i don’t like touching OLD people.” she smiled knowingly. 

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jcaquim:

he  raises  a  brow  at  the  sound  of  a  small  object   clattering  onto  the  floor,   shortly  followed  by  papers  shuffling   &   a  voice  inviting  him  in,    ❛   … hi,  ah,  my  session  isn’t  supposed  to  be  for  a  few  more   HOURS   but  my  doctor  is  coming  in  late  to  do  check  ups   &  stuff…  she  asked  if  we  could   switch   appointments  for  today,  since  she  can’t  come  in  ‘til  later.   ❜ 

he cleared his throat, trying to shift any awkwardness off of himself. “right, right, that’s fine...have a seat. you must be one of my new patients, i haven’t SEEN you around before,” his eyes widened on his desk as he froze in terror of what he just said, not even BOTHERING to look up at him to see his reaction -- instead, he shifted through papers. “ah, mr. emerson, i presume?”

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he wasn’t expecting there to be a KNOCK at the door, especially not since his next client wasn’t until much later. the sound alone nearly made him jump out of his chair and send his pen FLYING across the room. “c-come in,” he gathered the papers and pens quickly, stacking them neatly on the desk before trying to compose himself.

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he  lets  his  body  fall  back,  relaxing  into  the  cushions.  he  throws  his  legs  up  onto  the  arm  of  the  couch           the  action  causing  his  head  to  throb   ever   so  slightly,  the  pain  medication  having   YET   to  kick  in.   the  area  he’d  found  to  be  much   CALMER,  patients  walking  by  every  so  often,  though,  the  area  tended  to  be  occupied  by  more   staff   than  patients.   typically  patients  were  urged  away  from  the  area   &   towards  the  activity  room  or  the  lounge,   but,   one  of  the  nurses  had  granted  him  permission  to  rest  one  the  old,  but  comfortable  couch  for  the  time  being.  until  she  clocked  out,  that  is.

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 the asylum BORED her to tears, riley walked around aimlessly starring at white walls and whiter sheets as she passed empty rooms. most people weren’t down this way, not at this time of day. no one seen riley as much of a THREAT, she was granted small access points -- even at this point the nurses walked past her without questions. she did notice ONE familiar face at least. “VIKTOR!,” she shrieked, happily running up to his side where lay on the couch and sitting on the very edge as if she was WELCOMED there.

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❛            you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.  ❜  &  just like that, all eyes are on him ; some amused, some annoyed  &  some unreadable. the therapist, however, merely looks disappointed. placing the large pieces of construction paper onto the table to give him a STERN stare, clearly vexed by the outburst.  ‘ viktor, please just give this a chance? you’ll be paired with RILEY  &  JADE. each of you,  as well as the other groups will create individual macaroni portraits. ‘  the woman says with a small, but determined smile, nodding to a brunette  &  blonde a few seats away, soon listing off the other groups. viktor, unlike the other patients remained seated, running a hand over his head. “ jesus fucking christ i’m in elementary school. “

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she looked at her partners in sheer anticipation, a small squeal coming out with her wide smile as she quickly slid out from the table and moved herself to a chair next to them. “---you heard her, give it a CHANCE.” she nudged him, sliding her chair closer to the table.

“--okay, so first -- intros! i’m RILEY, i’m a sagittarius, & i love tea, I’d seriously kill for some right now. Oh my god---not actually, I just meant -- whatever, you two know what I meant.”  she waved herself off being used to saying the wrong thing or rather NOT THINKING about whether it was right or wrong until AFTER it came out of her mouth.

she glanced at JADE, down then back up to meet her eyes with a questioning look and grin added to match “--and you are?”

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“For good measure ---

it’s best you take a tour of the facility and the areas you will be patrolling.” Adrian listened to the chief as he finished signing off on his paper work.

"You will mainly stick around these areas, the rooms need the most attention as patients tend to find ways to -- well SNEAK. Rather it be themselves, others, objects, etcetera--- it is your responsibility to make sure every patient adheres to the guidelines and rules of the facility to keep things running smoothly, failure to do so results in failure to have a job, got it?” He nodded in response as we they walked to the next destination -- the CAFETERIA.

“Another place to keep an eye out for any misbehaving patients, even staff, are to be reported at once if you’re having any trouble.”  the sound of the overhead speaker let out a woman’s voice calling for the chief. “Well,  I best get going, I’m sure you’ll do well Mr. Brolin, call if you need anything.”

At this point, Adrian was left alone in the cafeteria, dressed in guard attire, he knew --

 he was recognized right away.

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despite having anticipated her answer, he still raises his brow in surprise. but, there is no JUDGEMENT written in his features, rather, sheer fascination. danny leans forward, a smile playing at his lips as she went on ; now he was COMPLETELY invested into the conversation. soon, danny was tuning out the entire asylum, focusing on the female patient instead. finally he’d found someone worth listening to.  ❛  i remember wanting to kill her. i was AFRAID ‘cause i knew what she was going to do. but between her  &  my CAGE FIGHTING sister… it was surprising i even got a punch in.  ❜  but who cares about that, certainly not him. he was more interested in her case.  ❛  how’d you do it?  ❜   &  more importantly, why was she HERE? not prison? insanity plea?

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she loved the investment that arises from him, she loved an interested and non defiant person who understood what they went through, who understood the endearment that came from seeing the persons blood you HATE on the palm of your hands. The satisfaction that stemmed from it was unlike any other.

“---with my brother, actually.” she was grinning at this point, reminiscing in the memories that ultimately changed her life. even being in here was better than being with her. 

“we made sure to murder them slowly, drugged them, tied them up, and went from there, afterward burned the house down to destroy most of the evidence. my brother was in here for awhile, i’ve been here since i was fourteen. or rather many places, now i’m HERE. I don’t know where they took my brother when they separated us.”

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he’s about to respond, but suddenly, something changes. ( albeit quick ) there’s a remote sadness in her face that bleeds into her tone. but, just as quickly as it had appeared         it was gone without even the slightest trace. an ALLURING smirk takes it’s place, one, which the younger patient matches. danny then decided to leave it be, almost as if he HADN’T noticed any change in her demeanor,  ❛  exactly like gore porn.  &  other things that… corrupted her image of me. but, that was later.  ❜  &  just like that, both patients are laughing.  ❛  not something MOTHER’S like to find on their child’s computer.  ❜

                did he enjoy hitting her? danny peered down at his hand ; the same one he’d used to strike his own mother across the face. YES. it was a simple yet, not-so-simple question  &  response. violence by HIS hands was unusual. possibly because, well, the young boy WASN’T exactly built for a fight. but even then danny couldn’t remember many times he’d wished to harm others himself, always preferring other hands.  ❛  it was nice for SOMETHING to finally happen. i used to think about someone hitting her with a brick or something. but… i guess a punch to the face is good enough.  ❜  he took more satisfaction in breaking her heart.

❛  no, she’s still kicking. unfortunately. but, ah, how about yours? when you talked about her you sounded….   ❜  he pauses, searching for the correct wording,  ❛  ominous.   ❜

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“ a punch...?” she was amused, he didn’t look like he’d even be capable of hitting his mother. Yet, she was finding out they had more in common than she could imagine. She loved the look on his face when he mentioned it, it reminded her of the first time she struck her mother, and the joy she found in the sting of her hand.

“ha!, mine?,” she huffed rolling her eyes, “no she kicked the bucket a long time ago....or maybe I should shay I kicked her bucket.” she smiled a bit at the thought, even if it did make her look crazy she felt he’d understand above anyone. “she deserved to fucking DIE.”

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Trent eyed the other patient as they collected themselves from the fall, his eyes silently observing the blood beading in the palm of their hand. ‘You took a pretty nasty spill..’ He said, his eyes still trained on the crimson liquid. His mouth watered, it had been so long since he had the pleasure. He gently took their hand in his, his touch almost caring as he scooped the red bead onto his own finger, observing it for a short moment before placing his finger in his mouth. His eyes looking up at the patient. ‘your iron is low.’ 

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She groaned, coming to her vision remained blurry. She winced in pain as her head pounded from the fall -- everything wasn’t adding up, she realized by bits of blurred vision that she was still in the asylum, still in the place she tried to escape.

“W-Wha...” her voice was a loan groan and mumble, “What are you doing...” she squinted seeing the blood on his finger meet his mouth. 

“Why would you ---” she couldn’t finish the sentence, the pain her too much to even talk let alone keep her eyes open.

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❛  you just don’t want to see her or your brother?  ❜  if that were the case, well, danny could understand. maybe it was just his apathy towards family that made her statement relatable in some sense. it’s funny, they’d gone from UNCOMFORTABLE small talk to both patients actually showing interest in the now somewhat personal conversation,  ❛  snuff films, suicide videos, gore pics… just weird shit.  ❜  he finally answers, his tone calm  &  sugary-sweet. danny shrugged after a moment, not truly realizing the GRAVITY of the situation. instead, his mind wandered back to the fight that’d pursued shortly after his mother’s discovery.  ❛  like i said, after she found it she freaked, finding all of that scared her  &  we went at it for like an hour just back  &  forth, back  & forth.  ❜  another small shrug, followed by a small sigh

❛  then i hit her. i hadn’t even REALIZED i’d done it until she was against the wall &  my sister was screaming at me to get the hell out of the house. after that i took off. didn’t make it far, though. OBVIOUSLY.  ❜ there was a sickening sense of SATISFACTION as he spoke ( perhaps a bit too freely ) of the altercation. despite what his doctors believed     danny wasn’t really an INHERENTLY violent person, he much preferred to remain on the sidelines  &  watch. so this had been somewhat rare behavior on his part ; the boy acting more-so out of fear rather than outright malice.

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“Her. I’d love to see my brother again...even just once,” she trailed off, upset at herself or admitting that out loud, showing vulnerability. 

A smirk came over Emma’s face, “...like gore porn?,” she chuckled amusingly. she was really having fun with this, maybe too much. She actually felt a connection of someone else hitting or rather -- hating -- their mother as much as she did, well -- maybe not as much. He didn’t kill her, or so it seemed, which prompt for another question in Emma’s mind.

“How was it? Hitting her? Did it feel good, release those endorphin's?,” she wore her smirk in deviance. “Did you KILL her?”

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 ❛  ah, was waiting for that one.  ❜  danny answers with a wry smile  &  a small chuckle ; a question that’s been repeated time  &  time again to amuse patients  &  staff alike.  &  yet, danny was STILL unsure of how to go about that particular question. he wasn’t ASHAMED by his… problems. but they had proven to be something of a deal-breaker when it came to communicating with the other patients. while he of course didn’t mind being alone ( hell, it was a PREFERENCE )            it was the awkwardness that followed that left him hesitant in responding. danny sighed, leaning back into his seat,    ❛  my mom had me admitted after a fight. she uh, snooped on my computer. found some weird shit  &  got worried aaaaand i’ve been here ever since. haven’t seen her or my sister since then either. they’ve tried to see me but i don’t know, just don’t want to see them i guess.  ❜  &  he didn’t plan to for quite some time, if ever. 

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This little inno-ball of sweet had something to hide? “define: weird shit,” emma leaned in with a grin. she loved to find out more about people, even if she really rarely ever cared.  -- it was a chance to know people for her own use, not theirs.  although, she’d admit he had peaked her interest now. she almost empathized with him on the family part. “--i won’t ever see my mother again,” she spoke as if she had a choice, as if she wasn’t DEAD, along with her father. “but, i haven’t seen my brother since we were young.” she missed chance more than....well, more than ANYONE. She often wondered if he was okay, or locked up somewhere.

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“Mentally or physically?”

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“I could probably help both ways, to be honest.”

she half joked, answering the question wrong.

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he gives her something of a shrug. while he was new to THIS particular asylum, he wasn’t new to the system in general.  ❛  yeah, but i was in a youth hospital before this. they kick you out when you’re almost eighteen. usually the seventeen  &  a half mark.  ❜   &  danny had been fine with that as he’d grown annoyed with the strict supervision  &  obnoxious boys. so, when he’d initially been told of his transfer danny had been ELATED rather than distressed over the situation.

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Maybe it was her finding something oh herself in the young boy, it was never fun being a KID in places like this. She flashed back to her first ‘asylum’ of sorts. Uprooted, uncaring, pathetic.

Emma doubted her age to his, perhaps she felt beyond her years but they probably weren’t much different in age.

“And why are you here?,” almost made her sick to ask that question, she hated it but to void silence she asked like the therapists always did when they approached her, half smiles and tired of eyes from dealing with the fuckeries of working in such a depressing place.

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❛  i       ❜  an almost DEFLATED sigh leaves his body as he looked back down at his hands, balling them into fists for a moment, before opening them again. ten fingers. ❛  my hands. fingers,  i         ❜  frustration simmers in the pit of his stomach, threatening to boil over,  ❛  they keep changing. somethings happening to me, they’re changing me again. they keep changing me        everyone, but no one DOES anything.  ❜

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“define they for me in your case, samuel.”

he spoke calmly, understandingly. 

“tell me what they keep trying to change.

-- i can’t do anything with little information.

help me, help you, okay?”

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the boy picked at his nail, already regretting his attempt, a pathetic one at that, at communicating with the other patients. ( highly suggested by his previous psychologist ) danny sucked in a small breath,  ❛  just wanted to say i like your shirt.  ❜  looking up, the boy smiled ever so softly. 

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his shyness almost made emma feel sorry for being grouchy. she had been in and out of asylums so much she knew that people longed to “make friends” in this new place they forcefully called ‘home.’ she sighed.

“thanks,” she said it in a monotonous voice, half without meaning too it just came naturally.

“are you new?,” she questioned, figuring she knew the answer but places like surprised her everyday. she wondered what such a quiet thing could be doing in a hell hole full of psychos such as herself.

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the man inspects her for a moment, allowing her words to set in. a small flare of worry burns somewhere within blue eyes,  ❛  are they touching you inappropriately?  ❜she swallows hard, perhaps too noticeable. the way they touched was wrong to her, but what was deemed inappropriate anyways? 

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touching her though they know her file? knowing she hates it but them doing it anyways? was that inappropriate? her mouth spoke before her mind did. “yes.” she hesitated. she wasn’t lying, per say granted all the  times she did say to stop and shyed away from their hands. “--i don’t want to be touched, not even slightly...”