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In the dark of the night. | Heather & Brandon.

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Before his pushed he aside she rubbed her hands in the blood that was slowly coming out of the wound on his chest. She was knocked onto her back and smiled up at him, the familiar feeling of blood on her hands brought pure bliss to her, a small laugh escaping her lips as he cursed her. She stood up as well, looking across at him and tilting her head slightly, a sickening grin on her face. She brought a bloodied finger to her mouth and slowly pulled it out again, sucking the blood off. She raised an eyebrow and smirked, taking a step closer to him and allowing her finger to slowly trail down the gash on his chest. 

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Brandon continued to back away, pushing Heather away from him as much as he could. While she licked his blood off her fingers, Brandon felt sick in the pit of his stomach. "What are you doing?" He managed out, while he stared in awe. All of a sudden, he had entered a horror movie scene. He smacked Heather's finger off of his chest, and continued walking backwards until his back was rested on the wall. "Don't come near me."

[braandonwoods-blog]

The lights are out.

[miaxsharpe-blog]

Seems fitting for a mad house..

  Happy Halloween   

[braandonwoods-blog]

You're not wrong.

Just be a good girl and don't go causing havoc, okay?

[cain-timore-blog]

In the dark of the night. | Heather & Brandon.

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Heather pursed her lips as she attempted to slow down her breathing, something that wasn’t happening as she heart began to race and her blood began to boil. She barely heard his voice, his words overpowered by the fury running through her body. When his hand traced down her face that was the last straw, in one swift motion her hand that contained the letter opener raised up into the air and went down into his shoulder, she dug it deep down into his arm before pulling it out and bringing her knee up to collide harshly with his groin. She pushed him with all her might onto the ground and straddled him as she stared down with a small smile watching the blood ooze out of his wound. She tore open his shirt, an act he most likely would have enjoyed under different circumstances and lightly dug the sharp end into his chest, not deep enough for it to go it but enough to create a large gash as she drug it down,  elongating the wound. 

[braandonwoods-blog]

"Shit!" Brandon grasped his shoulder, backing away slowly from heather. "I apologize sorry, I'm just waste-" His sentence got cut off as she kicked him in the groin and he let out another curse word. Brandon struggled foolishly as Heather managed to pin him down. How could this little thing of a woman be so strong? He pulled a disgusted face while he watched the lunatic expression stuck on Heather's. He even winced when she ripped open his shirt, something he would of most probably enjoyed, but he was slightly scared of what she had in mind this time. Brandon winced in pain as the letter opener tore at his flesh. He managed to grab hold of Heather's shoulders and knock her to the side, while struggling to stand up and holding all of his wounds. "You bitch."

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In the dark of the night. | Heather & Brandon.

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Heather rolled her eyes at his response, of course he wasn’t a fucking technician she wasn’t an idiot like some of the people in here. When he touched her arm she flinched lightly and took a small step back so that she was out of his reach. Heather was never one to take kindly to being touched, only allowing it if she gave permission beforehand. “I’m not.” she growled lightly as she glared up at him angrily, this guy was not someone she liked, yes he was attractive but he was also extremely aware of that fact, always using to to his advantage, and the fact that he was clearly drunk wouldn’t be helping his behavior. She gripped the opener behind her back, wondering if she would be able to use it tonight or not. 

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Brandon mistook the flinching for nervousness, and moved closer to the girl. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he said, moving even closer. He laughed softly at the anger surfacing Heather's face, and decided to push it even further. What would this night be without any fun on his part? He traced his finger lightly down the side of Heather's face, unaware of the emotion she was feeling. If this went any further, he didn't realise she could probably do him for sexual harassment, just like a bitchy patient had a couple of years ago, even though he didn't touch the girl.

[braandonwoods-blog]

The lights are out.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Actually I think that’s the person running up and down the halls screaming madness. 

[braandonwoods-blog]

Hilarious.

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In the dark of the night. | Heather & Brandon.

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Last time Heather was in an office she had stolen a pair of scissors, they where still under her mattress in her room, somehow the idiots have yet to find them. It was lucky for her but not for the other patients, or the workers, she didn’t even need a reason, just one day were the urge was stronger and the need why so intense that she had to do it, no matter the consequences. She was rifling through the drawers when her hand reached something metal, a letter opener if she was correct. The voice startled her but you wouldn’t know by her body language, she didn’t jump or anything, simply straightened herself out and glared at the Doctor. “No I’m perfectly fine.” He said her face blank and her voice flat. She knew who he was having spoken to her a few times since she had arrived, he was a medicine guy, Dr.Woods she thinks was his name. She held her hands behind her back with the letteropener in her one hand, staring at him before speaking up again. “You should probably do something about the lights.” she said simply not sure what else she should say. 

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Brandon watched the girl turn around. Oh, it was Heather. No doubt she would be one of the first to roam the halls in the darkness. "The lights aren't my problem. I'm not a technician." He said, in a somewhat annoyed tone. Brandon got up and walked over to the brunette girl, who was wearing the awful asylum uniform. He reached out to touch her arm softly, the only part that was bare with the baggy shirt. "You look cold." He said, not making it a question but not making it a statement either. He tried to make his voice sound seductive but it just sounded like he was off his head. Like he was. Brandon was aware of personal privacy of patients, and he respected that honestly if they wanted him to, but nothing could stop him with burning alcohol in his system.

[braandonwoods-blog]

The lights are out.

This just screams madness. 

[cain-timore-blog]

In the dark of the night. | Heather & Brandon.

Heather used to enjoy Halloween, scaring other kids and having a dark and scary night to cover up the screams of her victims. If she were any where else right now she would be soaked in someones blood, but alas she was trapped in Duskraven and assumed this Halloween would be just like any other boring night at the asylum, yet she was extremely wrong. She was in her room lying on her back and staring at the ceiling, daydreaming about what she wished she could be doing, what she would have been up to if only she hadn’t been caught, if she was outside of this hellhole. 

All of a sudden everything when dark, the lights all went out and for a split second everything was silent, a silence that was quickly ended by the sounds of screams, laughter, and Dr.Ryan on the loudspeaker. Heather couldn’t help but smirk at the announcement, maybe there was some fun to be had tonight. She hopped out of bed with a smile on her face, peeking out to see all the panic occurring due to the lack of electricity. She left the room completely and began wandering through the halls, the normally structured hospital in shambles. As she made her way through the halls she found herself in the area where the office’s were, seeing one and entering it, hoping that she might be able to find something she could use as a weapon so that she would be able to add to this fun night. She closed the door behind her, not looking around to see if anyone was there and went over to the desk, opening the top drawer and began digging through it. 

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Halloween was never something Brandon got excited about. Sure, he had those times of dressing up and trick or treating while he was growing up but he didn't have a chance to do any of those things while in Duskraven. The closest he got was watching really bad horror movies on the tiny, crappy tv he had in his office. Anything to put off having to read through more files or sign different patients onto different medication every hour. Brandon sat in the corner of his office, swigging down one of the only bottle's of vodka left, when the room went pitch black.

He heard the sounds of mumbling from outside of his office, even the one maniacal laughter or two. "Shit." He murmured. This would be a perfect time for the psycho's to go about doing their business. Brandon let out a laugh when he heard Dr Ryan's panicky voice reverberating the asylum walls. When the generator went off, Brandon knew he should walk around the halls, maybe check the patients were where they were supposed to be, but he didn't. He stayed right in his corner. Brandon saw a shadow saunter through the door. He didn't know who it was but he/she seemed to be rifling through his drawers. He stared at the back of the figure, not really knowing what they were doing. Brandon cleared his throat, not really knowing of the right time to say anything. "Uh, can i help you with anything?" He managed out, his voice sounding weird and wispy, probably because of the alcohol.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Today is one of those bad ones.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

That was… almost frighteningly easy… what’s the catch?

[braandonwoods-blog]

No catch. I'm just not in the mood to argue. You do have a point, in a way.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Today is one of those bad ones.

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This isn’t my word, this is almost ten years of pharmaceutical testing done through my body. They don’t work. You don’t need a meeting, it doesn’t need to be gradual, it really makes me feel worse. Please?

[braandonwoods-blog]

Fine. I'll take you off of them. If you start acting all crazy then, you're going straight back on them.

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Rendezvous || Brandon & Jade

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She watched Brandon walk to his desk, while his back was turned she snatched a letter opener and hid it where she could reach it, just in case. Brandon opened a drawer and grabbed a condom. Jade swallowed, hard. She didn’t let her thoughts show on her face and she replied coolly, “not unless you think you’re gonna catch something from me, I can’t get pregnant.” She shoved the thoughts from her mind and stood up, walking towards him. She kissed him again, removing the last flimsy piece of material separating them.

[braandonwoods-blog]

He shrugged, throwing the condom wrapper aside. "That suits me." He placed his hands in Jade's hair and continued kissing her.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Today is one of those bad ones.

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If I knew what was bothering me, I doubt I would be in this situation. 

If you really want to help. You can get them to take me off of Prozac. It doesn’t work - neither does Zoloft. 

[braandonwoods-blog]

We can't just take your word for it sometimes, there has to be a full meeting about whether we should take you off them and you'll need to come off gradually. 

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Today is one of those bad ones.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Isn’t that your job to tell me? 

I have good days and bad days like everyone. Today is just one of those…’i-want-everyone-to-leave-me-alone-and-disappear’ days.

[braandonwoods-blog]

Not exactly. It's my job to find out what's bothering you and help you fix it. 

Fair enough.

[sophiamoretti-blog]

Today is one of those bad ones.

[braandonwoods-blog]

What is the matter? 

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Rendezvous || Brandon & Jade

[hi-imclarabennett]

Jade took the bite on her bottom as an invitation for her to act on her impulses. She dragged her jagged fingernails down his bare back and bit down hard on his neck. She felt his fingers get achingly close to where she wanted them and she struggled to not give in completely and cry out. She pulled him close to the point where there was no longer any space between them and kissed him angrily again.

[braandonwoods-blog]

Brandon sighed with pleasure as she bit his neck. He broke the kiss for a second, walking to his desk and opening one of the draws, with had one of many hidden condoms in it. He walked back over to Jade, with the packet between his fingers. "Will we be needing this?" He asked, in a deep husky voice.

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Rendezvous || Brandon & Jade

[hi-imclarabennett]

She watched Brandon take in her half naked appearance and she laughed at him, pulling him closer again. She wanted to hurt him, but she had a feeling if she did, there wouldn’t be a second affair. She’d have to lure him in on this one, make sure he kept coming back for more. She bit down on his bottom lip when his hand met the waist of her pants, to keep herself from moaning, she lightly pushed the waistband lower, slowly.

[braandonwoods-blog]

Brandon couldn't help the smirk that formed when she bit his bottom lip. When she pushed the waistband lower, he couldn't help her get her pants off any quicker. Soon enough, they were on the floor with the rest of the items of clothing. When their lips met the next time, Brandon bit down on her bottom lip, quite hard. If she liked it rough then he was going to play it rough. His hand found the inside of her thigh, constantly moving it up and down.

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Rendezvous || Brandon & Jade

[hi-imclarabennett]

Jade felt the wall against her back and Brandons hand in her hair. He pulled away for a second to remove his shirt and as soon as his hand left her shoulder after he pushed the sleeve down she took hers off immediately as well. Her nerves were on fire as she reached around and one handedly removed the asylum issued bra, made to make her as unappealing as possible. She pushed her lips back to his feverishly and moved his hand to her stomach.

[braandonwoods-blog]

He soon felt his hands all over her body, his breath quickening. When she removed her bra, he took in her appearance for a second, not doubting at all that this was a good idea. There was no space between them now, they were simply pressed together. She could probably feel how much he wanted her through his pants. He moved his hand slowly downwards when she placed his hand on her stomach, playing teasingly with the waist of her trousers.