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"i don't mind people, i just can't stand collective idiocy."   james, 24, UK.  (an indie rp blog for james from god help the girl.)

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Ah. Seems like the new guy had it rough. Though they all technically did, some just went through more before coming here. Which was always rough. It was no competition. Dexter hated showing pity, sometimes the other’s don’t like it. Empathy certainly didn’t. 

“Understood.” he nodded, patting the other’s back gently. “I think you and Eeyore will find some comfort with each other. Same with Trigger. You three might get along better since your cases are similar. But hey, your in one of the best places around, buddy. Seriously we’re treated so good in here.” 

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He was glad Visionary hadn’t pushed it or asked more questions. People liked to do that sometimes; poke and prod and ask him questions about personal things. It was rather draining.

He nodded softly as the other man spoke. He was happy to hear there were other people with similar experiences. He hoped to meet them soon.

“Yeah, my therapist said this was one of the best hospitals around. Glad to know that wasn’t bullshit.” He smiled and looked up at the other man.

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“I’m just peachy, James. – Oh no, rest assured, it’s him that you should be  worried about.”

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“I don’t really have a habit of caring about creeps, so I don’t think I’ll be doing much worrying for him. I’m glad you’re alright, though.”

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【➤】❝It’s nice to meet you too, James. And for the

record? I really am dead. I know that it makes no sense,

but I am.❞

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“Right...”

“How did you...um...die, if you don’t mind my asking?”

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“I’m fine. Really. It’s nothing… He didn’t mean it.”

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“Well, clearly he did. He hit you pretty hard, yeah?”

“Do you need anything?”

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“Are you alright? Did he...hurt you? Or anything?”

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Justyn could tell rather immediately that the stranger was fairly new to the process. He pressed his lips together to hide the smile. It was well-meant but he wouldn’t want to think he was judging him, especially when the stranger gave off a faint air of self-consciousness. He grinned, tipping his head. “That’s good, since that’s what I’m here for.” Justyn stepped a little closer though he had the same timidity as the other. “Were you looking for something in particular or were you not sure what you wanted to get, yet?”

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He gave a small smile at the man’s joke. He looked down awkwardly when the man stepped closer, trying not to look uncomfortable. Not to say he was uncomfortable, because really, he wasn’t. He just hadn’t had a one-on-one conversation like this in a while. However, the other man had the same air of shyness about him, which was rather comforting.

“Well, I’m not 100% sure, really. I was thinking, uh, something like this?” He pulled out a slip of paper with a simple design on it. It was a small church with a cross on the roof. There was minimal detail besides the lines, but the cross on the church was colored in pink.

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“ sweetheart, i hate to break it to you but you are depressed. not a little sad, just depressed. and i know this because I’VE been depressed so don’t try and fool me ”, shenzi replied back as she raised an eyebrow at the other brunette, wondering what he was going to say.

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He sighed softly and looked up at her. “Okay, so maybe you’re right, maybe I am actually depressed, but it’s not like there’s anything I can do about it. And don’t say medicine will help me, because it never has before.”

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[[ sorry i wasn’t on last night! my internet was being terrible and ddn’t wanna work. but im here now! ]]

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b l x s p h e m o u s

“it’s not for them to decide. it’s god. or the god of music. or the part of god that concerns himself with music. that’s why the hitmaker has to be considered part-divine, because the divine spoke through them.”

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she hadn’t really signed up for this music tutor. it was the doing of her nan. nan wanted her to make more friends as she had been exiled from london to here. wherever here was. the town was quiet and still — somewhere where she couldn’t get in trouble, even if she tried. that was the point probably. but poor nan felt so terribly about punishing marriane, her favourite grandchild, she couldn’t do it. hence the musical curly boy at her door with a guitar. “yes, come in,” her eyes lowered, as she let the other in. “do you want some tea? kettle’s on,” ‘polite polite polite’, she told herself, knowing it had been awhile since she had company.

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"Sure! That would be lovely.” He gave her a quick smile and looked around the room. It was large and scarcely decorated, but still elegant. In front him there was a staircase and a hallway, and to his left was an arch leading into the living room. To his right was an identical arch leading into what he presumed was the dining area, the kitchen beyond it. He often wondered how people could live in such large houses comfortably. They never quite felt like a home to him. Just a house. But he supposed it must be difficult making such a large space feel cozy. He awkwardly shifted his guitar case in his hands, waiting for the other to return from the kitchen..

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It had been a long, uneventful day at the pool. Well, technically the day wasn’t over yet, but the pool closed at 8 tonight, and it was 6 p.m on a Sunday. Only one person was still swimming, so he wasn’t nervous about being the only lifeguard on duty. He watched the swimmer, but wasn’t really paying attention. He was more lost in his own world than anything. That was why it surprised him so much when the swimmer spoke to him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

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James walked quickly down the street, adjusting his shirt and glancing at the time. He was almost 10 minutes late for his first lesson with a new student. He sped up and eventually came to the house. It was huge, much like Cassie’s. It seemed only the rich hired him. Not that he was complaining.

He walked up the steps to the manor and knocked. He waited a moment, once again fiddling with his clothes, before the door opened. 

“Hello! Marianne, correct? I’m James. We spoke over the phone? I’m the music tutor.”

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The night was winding down. Blessedly, it was uneventful. Justyn’s stress levels had been rising, what with working toward another gallery installment and trying to finish a chapbook. His paintings got finished but his writing never seemed to. It just went on and on and on… The boy nearly jumped out of his skin as the door to the tattoo studio opened with the faint tinkling of a bell. He should have been used to it by now. Customers looking for ink tended to be a later crowd, especially the drunk ones. This one, however, did not seem to be under the influence of any substance but then, looks could be deceiving.                    “Evening,” he said clearly, loud enough to be heard.

He tried to be sociable, but even in this one-on-one envirnoment, he was bad at it.

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It was a breezy night, and James had been walking for hours now. He wasn’t doing too well, depression-wise. He had been considering running away from the city, just leaving with no explanation and starting over. But, instead of hopping on a train, he found himself walking into a tattoo and piercing parlor. He missed his friends, having not seen or talked to either of them in a long time. He didn’t think he was going to be seeing much of either of them again.

However, he wanted to commemorate the greatest summer of his life before he started forgetting things. It was almost winter now, and he feared he couldn’t even remember his friend’s laughs. Hence why he was currently standing awkwardly in a tattoo shop.

“Hello.” He paced awkwardly for a moment, looking at the art on the walls.

“Uh, I’m interested in getting a tattoo.” He spoke slowly and awkwardly. He had never gotten a tattoo done in a shop. His only one was done by a friend years ago. He hoped it wasn’t obvious how clueless he was about this.

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“Good. Because you were gonna get them anyways.” he chuckled. The British male was glad the other and him were getting along. Then again, he could get along with just about anyone. Either way, he was glad they were becoming friends. 

“Oh, me? Well that’s simple. Got Schizophrenia. I started seeing some people and hearing things. Visionary, makes sense don’t it?–” he paused. “ What you in for? If you don’t mind me askin?” 

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He laughed lightly back, smiling. He hoped he would be able to get along so well with everybody. Regardless, he was glad he had found a friend in Visionary.

“Yeah, I suppose Visionary does make sense.” 

He coughed awkwardly after hearing the other’s question. He had known it was coming, but he still wasn’t quite sure how to put it.

 “I’ve got depression, and anxiety, and, uh, PTSD. And I was having a really bad night, flashbacks and stuff, so I tried to-” he ran a finger across his throat, “-but I failed. And my therapist said this was what best for me. So I guess I’m here now.”

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“We’ll get ya some new shit too, man. You look like you need some new clothes. Prim can help ya’ with that.” Prim was the only one of the patients where Dexter didn’t refer to them in their nickname. 

He walked on, his tall frame looking down at the other. “The other’s? Depends who you meet. They are all pretty different. You got Soap, who is OCD with hit of Phobia. There’s Rollercoaster with bipolar disorder, Prim–” Notice no nickname. “– anorexic, Eeyore is depressed, Empathy got some Antisocial disorder, uh.. Trigger got PTSD with amnesia, there’s Bitter with some Defiant disorder or something.. Narcissus got well Narcissistic disorder and the new guy Matches got Pyromania.” he explained. 

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“I could do with some new things.”

He walked quickly to keep up with the taller man. He listened to him speak intently, interested in his fellow patients. He noticed he didn’t refer to Prim with a nickname. He supposed there probably wasn’t a very kind nickname to call someone with anorexia, though. When Visionary had finished, he nodded and looked up at him.

“And what about you? If you don’t mind me asking, I mean.”

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“Yeah, I give nicknames to all the people here. Keeps the spirits high.” he smirked. Dexter was one of the originals so to speak. Within the four of them he had created nicknames between his friends. Ones that almost mocked why they were here in the first place. “You can call me Dexter if ya want. Don’t matter really, I’ll answer to both. But there’s ten.. ten? Well there’s a few more of us living here, you can met them later or whenever. But you want to get settle in, huh? I can show you to your room.” The place was large enough for each patient to get their own room. It looked more like a house than it did an instution. 

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“Okay, that would be great!” He smiled and picked up his bag. He didn’t have much, really. Just clothes, a few pictures, a journal, and his two binders.

He was a little bit nervous about being in an environment he couldn’t control like this, but it sounded like everyone was okay. He hoped there wouldn’t be any problems concerning his gender here. His last stay in a hospital had been rather...unpleasant, as he was forced to stay in the women’s rooms. It was upsetting to say the least.

“What’re the others here like?”

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【➤】❝I’d tell you if I only knew.

           I’m stuck here, I guess, it’s

           strange…I’m Hannah by the

           way.❞

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“Right...I’m gonna try to believe this. You seem nice, so I’ll...I’ll try.”

“I’m James. It’s good to meet you, Hannah.”