Celeste Jacobs

Older than you. Author. Bipolor, or something.

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Delicate || Martie & Celeste

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By the time the stranger showed up and made herself known, Martie was dangerously deep in thought. She did that a lot: Thought about Roger and almost spiraled. Sometimes it felt like drowning; an impossible wave of sadness that she couldn’t pull herself out of. She’d feel her mind go blank, ears ringing and chest aching with the now too familiar pull and longing for her big brother.

It’s not that she particularly enjoyed missing her brother, or being sad about his death, but part of her felt like she was letting him down when she focused on anything else. Like paying attention to other people and other things meant she was forgetting him and forgetting what he meant to her. So, when the older woman showed up in the piano room, a big part of Martie felt guilty for being distracted from her thoughts about Roger.

On the other hand, a big part of her also knew that it was unhealthy to zero in on her sadness and block everything out. It was a delicate balance; a guessing game between memories and the present. In that moment, she knew that it would’ve been poor taste not to at least offer up a greeting of some sort to the woman before her. 

"I’m not v-very talented," she said flatly, heavy eyes connecting with the woman’s for a brief moment before she tore them away again and opted to stare at her lap. "S-Sorry— If you want to play, I’ll leave. It doesn’t make much sense for me to… be here if I don’t know anything about music or how to play the piano. I was just— I didn’t— …..I’ll leave. I can leave. If you want me to."

[celestejacobs]

"No no, I'm not playing that thing." Celeste reached down to rub her leg around the boot. She wanted to tear the thing off and throw it out the nearest non-bar-ed window, but she settled for loosening the straps a bit while she was sitting.

"You don't need to leave, do whatever you were doing." Celeste watched the girl with slight interest; she didn't normally care one way or another how someone else was feeling, but showing slight interest in some of the fresh meat at the manor might take her mind off some of her own shit. The girl seemed nervous, she was definitely new.

"You just get here?" Celeste asked with little emotion, keeping her focus shifted toward her leg. If the blonde hadn't been the only other person in the room with her, it'd be difficult to figure out who exactly she was talking to. "I'm Celeste."

Life seemed to go 3,000 times slower when Celeste was on her medication and her short period of time in the piano room had already felt like an eternity. Part of her regretted going back on the meds - she hated the way they made her feel and act and think - but she knew she needed them. She couldn't keep getting into fights or getting so depressed she couldn't get out of bed for a week. She was at Stonebridge for a reason; to get her life back. And, she was starting to try.

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Delicate || Martie & Celeste

Five full hours, going on three, since she’d arrived— And she still hadn’t made one friend. People generally felt uncomfortable when they made eye contact with her. At least that’s the sense she got, and maybe it was because she was uncomfortable to be in her own skin. Even more uncomfortable was the air at Stonebridge. Martha Caldwell felt out of place and small and heavy. So, not much different than most times. Still, a new place full of unknown people who all undoubtedly picked up on her discomfort was certainly an anxious situation.

Despite her heaviness and smallness, Martie was still in the mood to explore. In fact, she’d always be in the mood to explore. That’s all she felt like doing for the past four years, to be quite honest. As long as she didn’t have to open her mouth and talk to anyone— as long as she could be alone and wander and observe— she wasn’t completely sunken into herself. And that’s what she considered an okay day.

Stonebridge had many places worthy of exploring. So far, since her arrival, she’d explored much of the library. For a handful of hours, she took up residence in the furthest aisle and sat by herself with a philosophy textbook. Of all things she could have been reading. Honestly. That got boring (obviously), so she took back to exploration and discovered more things.

Somehow or another, she ended up in the piano room. It was quite lovely, even if her face remained stoic and unmoved. That’s how it’d always been looking these days. For the past 1,607 days, actually. 

Happy to be alone, though she’d been such for the entirety of her exploration, Martie took a seat on the piano’s bench and studied its keys. Only studied them, of course, because she didn’t know how to play. That always disappointed her mother, among other things. Roger was an avid and talented piano player.

"I still have your Christmas present, Rog," she murmured out loud to herself. It was the first time she spoke all day, and she didn’t consciously realize that she was saying anything out loud. Maybe, on some level, she thought he could hear her or that he was actually in the room. But she found herself doing that a lot: talking to him. Or herself, depending on who’s observing and what they might think of the situation.

Either way, she was talking out loud in a room in which no one else was. That was, of course, until someone else walked in behind her. With her back to the door, she wasn’t aware of anyone else’s presence. So she kept rambling, though she’d be embarrassed if she knew anyone witnessed this. 

"….It’s wrapped up real nice, in your favorite wrapping paper. The one with all the little snowflakes? They kinda sparkle in a certain light? I don’t know, I thought maybe that’d be your favorite part about the whole present, but I could be wrong. I’ll never know ‘til you open it, though, so hurry home soon. Okay? I don’t know if Mommy and Daddy miss you, but I do. And we could sneak out to the fireflies like we used to."

With a beat of silence, Martie finally realized she’d been talking to herself. As a rush of emotions caught up to her, she swallowed a sudden lump in her throat and blinked, looking down at the piano keys and pressing a few absentmindedly. Still unaware of her company, she sniffed and started playing random notes in an attempt to pull her thoughts elsewhere.

[celestejacobs]

Celeste needed to sit down. She was making her way from the dining hall back to her room - sans crutches - and her entire leg was crying out for relief. She was getting sick and tired of having to rely on crutches to walk anywhere and having to get check ups at the infirmary four times a week, but after spending a week in bed after the fight and another week in bed after the accident, she wasn't too keen on spending her free time in her room, too.

She limped heavily down the hallway, the boot on her leg the only thing keeping her from falling over. She neared the piano room, knowing the room had a few comfy chairs that allowed onlookers to enjoy the music played on the ivory keys by the more talented residents; Celeste was not one of them. She barely enjoyed listening to it, but the chairs were more than welcoming at this point.

As she approached the doorway, she could hear someone inside speaking but turning into the room, only saw one person inside. She didn't recognize the person, from what she could see from behind. Great, a new crazy. Whatever, she needed to sit. She walked in and fell into the chair, the girl continuing on her rant to no one in particular. When the girl stopped and began playing a few notes on the piano, Celeste spoke up, making her presence known in the room.

"That doesn't sound like any song I've ever heard." The comment wasn't meant to offend, but if it stopped the girl from playing, she wouldn't regret speaking up.

[trevor-lloyd]

Welcome Home - Trevor and Celeste

It had been awhile since Trevor Lloyd graced Stonebridge with his presence. It had been an unsuccessful mission to find the last remaining member of his biological family. The only family he had left was his dogs. Which was fine with him, he liked them better than people anyway. Returning to work would be interesting enough, Trevor did always enjoy riling up the loonies. Bumping fists with a few familiar co-workers, before heading to the guard’s office to clock in. There were a few questions surrounding his absences, and of course rumors has bubbled up while he way away, but they glanced off his cold exterior. In some ways it felt like he had never left. In other ways he wished he had never returned. 

After receiving his daily assignment, he headed down the hallway to start his patrol. The halls still smelled the same and carried the same dreary feel. To think these privileged brats shelled out so much cash to stay in a place that was probably depressing enough to push them over the edge, but then again he always suspected that was what these places were for. Who ever really left this place happier than when they came in? How many patients did Stonebridge really cure?

A soft smile worked itself onto his lips as he scanned over all the fresh new faces. Had he really been gone that long? It was a good thing he never bothered learning anyone’s names, it would have been a pain in the ass to wipe the slate clean and start over from scratch. Perching himself up against the wall of main hallway he kept his eye out for any trouble. Not that there had ever really been too much on his watch anyway. He certainly wasn’t going to make an exception now. If there was anything to be said about Trevor Lloyd, it was that he was an effective guard.

[celestejacobs]

It had been her first day up and about since the accident. The first few days had been hard, the aches and pains and bumps and bruises, but the fractures and breaks to her leg had taken a bit longer to heal. It had been about two weeks since it happened, and although she knew she shouldn't be walking on it yet, she was heading down the hall toward the garden. She limped heavily, having left her crutches back in her dorm; there was no way she was going to walk down the hallway with crutches like some old woman.

A few strands of hair had fallen from her messy ponytail she had thrown up to get her hair out of her face and she pushed at them, annoyed at the feel of them brushing against the scrapes on her face. The cuts and scrapes were healing, but the stone staircase had not be gentle with her. Even after two weeks, a black and blue bruise still stood out prominently on her cheekbone against her pale skin.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a familiar face... could it be.... it was. Trevor. The guard she had gotten admittedly a little too close to. He'd left, she wasn't sure why, but now he was back. Would he remember her? Should she talk to him? She wasn't sure what she should do, but she wasn't one to back away from an interaction. She limped up to him, trying her best to mask her discomfort with each step. She crossed her arms, she wasn't sure if she was mad at him for leaving without telling her or if she was glad he was back. She supposed she'd wait to see how this went.

"Look whose back."

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Initial meetings | Taylor & Celeste

It was the first day. At least, it was for him. Taylor stood in the doorway to Stonebridge, drifting there for a moment as he took in the scenery. They really weren’t kidding when they said this place was top class. It was gorgeous. And it hardly resembled a mental institution at all. Not that he had any problem with that. He was a strong believer that healthy surroundings made for a healthy mind.

Stumbling a bit forward, he started walking down the hallways. His eyes were everywhere, memorizing the layout. Taylor had been there before, but it had only been for a brief time. And he hadn’t gotten to properly look around. Now he could see the appeal to Stonebridge as he wandered down the hallways.

As he continued to walk, he noticed a person in the hallway ahead of him. Taylor paused in his step, debating whether or not he should approach them. It would help if some one could direct him around, he considered. Might even be quicker. Nodding along with his inner dialogue, he voted to approach the person. Putting one foot in front of the other, Taylor quickly walked up to the stranger. 

"Hey, uh, I’m new here," Taylor began as he stopped a reasonable distance from the person, a smile spreading across his face as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you might know your way around? The manor, I mean. Stonebridge. I’m lost."

His words came out mixed up, and his corrections were blunt and awkward. Despite that his smile remained. It was a smile of embarrassment and excitement. Taylor finally had the opportunity to use his medical talents to help patients. That was something to be excited about. And the embarrassment, well that was self-explanatory.  

[celestejacobs]

Celeste walked clumsily down the hallway with her crutches, still not having got the use of them in the two weeks she'd had them. She knew a guard was following her not too far behind, making sure she wouldn't snap and beat the next person she saw to the ground with the aluminum crutches, but they didn't understand; on the medication, she wasn't violent. It was when she went off her medication and she was pushed to the edge, that's when thing went wrong.

She didn't feel like herself on the drugs, but she knew they were necessary and, after all she'd been through in the past month, she did want to get better. The first step, she knew, was following through with her prescriptions. Celeste stumbled a bit, giving up in her trek down the hallway for a moment, releasing an exasperated sigh. She was so sick and tired of having to use the crutches, and the next three weeks she'd been told to use them were beginning to look worse and worse.

Someone called from behind and she looked over her shoulder, watching a young man make his way toward her.

"Um, yeah -" this was her first interaction with someone new for well over a month, she was definitely out of practice. "where are you trying to go?" She definitely knew her way around after almost a year, but she wasn't sure how good she would be at leading the way when it was taking her thirty minutes to get from the dining hall to the stairwell. Which, in all honesty, was not her favorite place to be, anymore.

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Get Out of Your Head | Penny & Celeste

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Penny offered a small grin at Celeste. It was good to know that even in her current state, Celeste was still willing to partake in conversation to some extent. Leaning back in the chair, Penny thought about everything that had gone on while Celeste had been out of commission. 

"I got the hell kicked out of me by a girl named Lara. That was… not too fun." She wrinkled her nose, trying to be casual about it. She was aware that Celeste had recently hurt Ethan, but she doubted that the situations were similar in anyway. "I didn’t provoke her at all. She walked into my room and started chatting with me and I told her about Constance - have I told you about Constance?" Penny didn’t think about it, but Celeste might not know she almost got choked to death a few months back. "But… yeah, I told her about this girl Constance trying to choke me and then she just snapped and tried to hold me down. I kicked her off of me because she was pressing my wrists into the bed and giving me this look…" Her memory of the event was still vivid. "So she grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into the carpet…" Choking back her emotion, Penny forced a chuckle. "Gave me a pretty bad rug burn." Penny pointed to her forehead, pulling her hair back with her other hand.

She already knew what Celeste had been up to, so it wasn’t like she could ask… Instead, she brought up something that might interest Celeste. “I put in a request to transfer us back together again. I told them that we’d help each other through recovery. They might buy it.”

[celestejacobs]

Celeste listened to Penny recount her tale of being beat up by Lara - a girl she had seen around but had never spoken a word to. Their paths never seemed to cross, even in the long amount of time Celeste had been there. Had she been in her right state of mind, or on the opposite spectrum of her mania, she would have been pissed. She would have been angry someone had laid a hand on the girl she had come to know as a friend and she would be angry that she hadn't been there to do anything about it.

Indifference wasn't the word, but Celeste didn't feel much more than a slight worry for Penny. She eyed the rug burn still present on her forehead and shifted up onto her elbow, propping herself up a bit more. The furthest she had been out of bed in days. Maybe Penny was right, maybe they could help each other through recovery.

"That's great," it didn't sound sincere, but she meant it. She zoned out a moment, staring at the younger girl's face. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular; just how nice it was to have someone to talk to, and to be all-together mentally enough to have a real conversation with someone. No matter how much she loved the mania (most of the time), she missed being Celeste.

"I hope they put us back together, I'm sick of having a new roommate every week." She groaned, thinking about all the roommates she'd had since she and Penny were split up, "these fucking people keep getting better too quickly, where's the fun in that?" A spark of the old Celeste was back, if only for a moment.

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[celestejacobs]

A Breath of Fresh Air || celeste & peter

[peter-dieterle]

If Peter could discreetly roll his eyes into the back of his fucking skull, he would do so. His fault? The woman was delirious—so quick to push the blame on others than own up to her own actions. This was why her mother wanted to take her child from her: because Celeste was much too juvenile to handle responsibility. He could imagine various scenarios in which things could go awry for her poor child.

"It was your fault I left Sophie in the car. You told me to relax more, so I went to the mall and forgot about her."

"It was your fault I forgot to pick Sophie up from school. You told me to cook more, so I went to the grocery store instead."

It must have been frustrating to be Celeste’s mother, but even more, it must have been hellish to be her children. While he sympathized with Celeste because of her harrowing past and her inability to manage her bipolar disorder, he could not help but be angry with her because of her attempt to pin the blame on him—for suggesting her to check out a book of all things.

Peter would undoubtedly need to put her into ISO for her wrongdoings and though he’d never admit it, it would bring him great pleasure to see her punished. He wouldn’t tell her now, though—not without a guard nearby to detain her. He wouldn’t want her kicking and beating him up as she had Ethan. Peter was far too frail to bear a beating.

Instead, he followed her to the monkeybars, mirroring the same silence she’d offered him earlier. After a considerable pause, he decided to speak up—see if he could reason with an unreasonable woman.

"So, I asked you to check out the self-help book and you’re saying that that is what started the fight between you and Ethan?"

[celestejacobs]

Was he deaf or just slow? Apparently this was a difficult concept for her doctor to understand. She's try a few more times to get it through his head, but she didn't much enjoy talking to planks of wood. 

"Yes." She dragged the word out, allowing his slow mind to stay caught up with her, "I was in the library, reading, Ethan came over, I got upset, he tried to leave. No book, no library, no fight. Simple."

She jumped back up to grab the bars, tightening her grip with each hand before swinging across a few bars again. Her voice was strained as she spoke, her muscles working intensely on the main task at hand.

"I love the monkey bars, bars and cars, trucks and ducks, ducks and... fucks." She dropped down again, laughing at her own words. "Boy could I use a good fuck right about now." Nothing in Celeste's mind was telling her to stop talking, but the mania coursing through her kept her going, "I used to get laid all the time when I was out of here," she chuckled at her thought before speaking it aloud, "how do you think I got stuck with two kids?" that I never wanted, she added in her mind, but was distracted by the teeter-totter before she could say it.

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[celestejacobs]

After The Night | Charlotte + Celeste

[nurse-evans]

"You’re on Depakote and Lithium?" She confirmed before continuing. Charlotte had just looked at Celeste’s file the night before, but she still wanted to be sure before giving her any sort of instruction. 

"With both you should ignore the skipped dosages and return to your regular schedule." She paused for a moment. "I’m glad you asked." It was certainly a step in the right direction. Charlotte was hopeful that Celeste would work things out. She always was with patients, but found herself feeling more for this woman in particular. 

"If you ever need anything, no matter how trivial it may seem, you can always come to me." She was sure she had said a variant of this before, but wanted to make the point clear. It seemed like it was hard for Celeste to ask for help and Charlotte didn’t want her to ever feel as though she couldn’t come to her with a problem.

Just then one of the nurses entered and, though it was a relief to know she could now go home and sleep, it made her feel guilty to leave Celeste. Charlotte nodded to the nurse before turning back to Celeste. ”It’s time for me to take my leave. It really was a pleasure to meet you and I hope it doesn’t take another medical emergency for us to speak again.” 

[celestejacobs]

Celeste nodding, confirming her prescription. The nurse went on to give her instructions and Celeste made a mental note to flush the pills she'd stored over the past few days. If she was on lighter drugs, and they didn't check inside her mouth to see if she'd swallowed them, then maybe she would have tried trading them to other patients, but the way she tucked them into her mouth to fool the nurses and guards, she wasn't sure how interested anyone would be in a slightly soggy pill.

The new nurse walked into the room and she saw Charlotte nod to them; she was leaving. Celeste didn't want to be there anymore, she wanted to go back to her room. She wanted to sleep forever, she'd never have to see anyone again. Celeste partially heard Charlotte's goodbye and she looked at her, but her eyes were empty.

"Yeah," it was the only thing she could muster, and she began getting herself ready to go back to her room. She didn't know this new nurse, at least she felt as if she knew Charlotte. She threw the covers off of herself, straightened her clothes, and exited the infirmary, ignoring the new nurse calling after her.

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[jude-pannebaker]

Breaking Point || Jude and Celeste

[jude-pannebaker]

The wind was sent right out of Jude’s lungs as the woman’s fist barreled into his stomach. The poor guard was getting most of her knocks, but Jude was still receiving a good amount of them. His beautiful face was punched about two times and he was sure he could feel a thin film of blood coating his teeth.

Jude was a bad fighter. He knew he should have been better because he’d learned from his father how to hit and be hit, but a small part of him had always preferred to retreat. Jude supposed he’d gotten that from his mother—the pacifist, the woman who’d much rather eat a dish she didn’t order than send it back for the proper meal.

He was bad at throwing punches, but he swung his arms blindly anyway. His fist pushed at one of her shoulders, shoving her hard backwards. The blood was running down his lip now. He could taste it. He wished his mother were here. He wished that he wasn’t.

[celestejacobs]

It hadn't been more than a week since her last fight. Fighting with Ethan in the library had sent her spiraling into a deep depression, one which she was only brought out of by more anger. She had been out of bed for one day, one fucking day, but her life was already pushing her back into depression. Just as soon as anger took it's course again.

Celeste wasn't sure who's fist was who's at this point, fists and arms were flying and she was sure she had bitten down on her own tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She could feel her anger in every cell in her body, and nothing short of a sedative could stop her now.

She was swinging her arm back, getting ready to land a solid punch on the kid's chest when his fist shoved her shoulder and she felt the empty space between her foot and the floor.

It was a few seconds before Celeste's mind caught up with her body, and she realized she was falling backward. She felt the hard stairs with every thump as she toppled head-over-hells down the staircase. No thoughts were running through her head; everything but her physical being seemed to be frozen in time. Nearing the bottom of the case, she was rolling now, her body hitting each step with more force than the last. Finally she reached the landing, her body halting and her mind coming back to life.

Everything hurt. Every muscle, every bone, every fiber of her being was screaming in agony, but she couldn't move. She couldn't breath. Her head ached. Her eyes fogged, and she succumbed to the darkness that followed.

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Get Out of Your Head | Penny & Celeste

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Watching Celeste feel like this brought back memories of Eloise, like a dam had broken. Penny’s expression stayed blank but her mind was whirling with pain and happiness. The first time that Penny snuck out of Eloise’s window morphed into the memory of that last time Penny saw her. It was at the same window. She was sunken in and sallow and looked as despondent as Celeste does now. The only difference in the two redheads appearances was that Celeste wasn’t emaciated. 

Penny swam from the memories in her head, back into the present, where Celeste had responded. She smiled weakly at her. Yeah. It had been fun. It couldn’t happen again. Steff had made it clear that Penny shouldn’t slip. It was a strange feeling, being torn between recovery and the friendship of a violent, cunning man and the friendship of a woman who really needs a friend. Maybe she’d understand, when Penny finally worked up the nerve to explain why she couldn’t do it anymore. Maybe it would help Celeste want to stop, too.

Shrugging one shoulder, she looked down at Celeste. “Some nurses told me you were in your room. I’d been wondering where you were. I was actually kind of worried that you’d gotten in trouble for our adderall party.” She let out a short, breathy laugh. “But… I’m glad you’re just here instead.”

[celestejacobs]

Penny seemed to check out for a second, but Celeste didn't notice; she herself wasn't entirely present in the room. She knew she wasn't going to make the best company in her current condition, and a part of her was worried Penny would get tired of her and not visit again, or if when she was up and about again, Penny wouldn't want to see her. What if she bored her, what if Penny abandoned her. She wasn't sure she could handle that.

It calmed her slightly to know that Penny had been thinking about her, that she didn't disappear completely from the brunette's mind when they weren't together.

Celeste wished that she was in trouble for the adderall, that would probably be less severe than her impending isolation. She assumed they hadn't so far because putting a severely depressed woman in isolation wouldn't look that great in the press, but no doubt the second she was eating again she'd be locked away. She couldn't tell if she was worried about it or not. Maybe she was excited about it, maybe that's where she belonged. Locked away where no one else can get hurt.

But she'd miss Penny. She didn't know the next time she'd be able to see the girl, so she did her best to keep the conversation.

"Yeah, just here." Not the best start, but she racked her brain for something to talk about, "What have you been up to?" She could listen to Penny talk, that would be a lot easier than using her own voice.

[celestejacobs]

After The Night | Charlotte + Celeste

[nurse-evans]

The bruise was pretty nasty, but Charlotte didn’t think it was too concerning. She was skeptical that it wasn’t causing Celeste any pain, but she didn’t press it. The redhead seemed to be shutting down fast and when she rolled her pant leg back down she turned from Charlotte completely.

Not wanting to push her, and realizing that Celeste was probably feeling overwhelmed Charlotte stood. The sun was rising outside and the ache in Charlotte’s limbs told her that her shift was almost up. She didn’t want to leave Celeste, especially when the patient had been so receptive towards her, but hopefully the nurses who took over would get on well with her too.

"Is there anything I can do for you before I finish up around here?" Charlotte glanced to the old water glass on the bedside table. "I could get you a fresh glass of water."

[celestejacobs]

Initially, Celeste began to decline, there was nothing the nurse could do. She was leaving her, just as everyone did, eventually. Celeste shut the walls down around her mind, she couldn't let Charlotte know how much she wanted her to stay. She knew Charlotte was just leaving because her shift had ended, but the irrational part of Celeste's mind was screaming abandonment.

But there was one thing she could do, possibly. As much as Celeste did not want to, she couldn't deny that it was the best solution.

"I haven't taken my prescription for a few days." Celeste admitted, though she was sure it was no surprise. "Should I go back on them or...." her words faded, she wasn't exactly sure of the solution. She had read that after missing a few doses you shouldn't go back to your regular dose, but she was no doctor, she didn't know anything.

She hated the way the drugs made her feel. They hollowed her out from the inside; on the drugs she didn't feel like herself, she didn't feel like anybody. She couldn't write on drugs, she could barely function on them. But now people, innocent kids, were starting to get hurt. She was a monster.

[celestejacobs]

After The Night | Charlotte + Celeste

[nurse-evans]

Though it had seemed worth a try it was clear Charlotte was grasping at straws and she nodded solemnly. She appreciated Celeste’s honesty, though, and gave the hand that was still in hers a small squeeze. 

"Can I see where he kicked you? Do you have any bruising?" If anything at least Charlotte could provide Celeste with medical help. Though Celeste had done something rather terrible Charlotte could still sympathize. Not to mention the redhead appeared to be feeling remorseful for what she had done. It was a sad situation no matter which way you looked at it and Charlotte wished there was something more she could do.

[celestejacobs]

When Charlotte asked to see where Celeste had been kicked, Celeste wasn't sure if it was worth showing. She didn't want treatment, it wasn't bad. It hurt a bit to walk on, but it wasn't a big deal. For all Celeste knew, she had broken Ethan's face. Her leg wasn't a big deal.

Celeste cast her eyes downward, and beginning at the top of her knee, pulled the fabric of her pant leg up, uncovering the now deep purple bruising on her normally porcelain toned leg. It hadn't looked as severe the last time she'd seen it, but it didn't feel any different.

"It doesn't hurt." Celeste lied. She really didn't want help for it, she could manage. "I didn't even know that he'd kicked me until I was changing my clothes. It's fine, it's really nothing." She pulled her pant leg back down and turned away from Charlotte, unable deal with the attention any longer.

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[celestejacobs]

A Breath of Fresh Air || celeste & peter

[peter-dieterle]

His fault? What had he done to cause a rift between two of his patients? He’d never mentioned one to the other in a session. Peter hadn’t even known that they were acquainted. The doctor tried to scour his brain for any potential scenarios in which he could cause a fight, but he came up with nothing. His fault? How?

Peter followed her to the playground and watched her hop onto the swings, her legs kicking to gather momentum. It was strange how Celeste had managed to retain so many childlike qualities despite her motherhood. He wondered what she was like around her child. Different at all? More maternal? From what he’d gathered from his sessions with her, he didn’t think so, but he really hoped that she was.

"I’m sorry that you think this is my fault. May I ask what I did to inspire this fight between the two of you?" he asked. Peter tried his best to be tactful around Celeste; he knew she was a firecracker and he didn’t want to say anything that would set her off. There wasn’t a guard around from what he could see, and though he had a height advantage, he believed Celeste could damage him considerably if she was mad enough. 

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Celeste decided she would ignore her doctor for a bit, trying to just enjoy her time on the swing. Normally her weight would be rocking the set a bit, Celeste being an adult and not a child, but due to her most recent manic episode - one which she was still waiting for it to end - she was down about thirty pounds, weighing just under 100 pounds, fairly underweight for her 5’3” frame. She didn’t mind, though, this mean she could swing higher on the swing without breaking it.

What Celeste really wanted was for everyone to just shut up about Ethan. She was so over it at this point, ready to move on. It wasn’t as if this was the first time she had assaulted anyone, just the first time she’d done it in the manor. So far. Shouldn’t they all understand that it just comes with the territory?

Enough time had passed, Celeste determined, and once she was beginning to feel tired of the swings, she dragged her feet on the ground, slowing her momentum until she was almost stopped beside her doctor.

“It’s your fault because you suggested that book.” Celeste stated the obvious, not understanding why Peter was having such a hard time comprehending. Perhaps it was because he believed he was never wrong and never at fault. Celeste hated people like that. She’d give him a second chance, though. “If you hadn’t suggested the book I would not have been in the library.” She waited to see if she saw a look of understanding cross his face but quickly got bored and stood, crossing to the monkey bars.

“I’ve never been able to do these before,” Celeste climbed up the short ladder and grabbed the bars with her hands. She stepped off the ladder and let herself hang and, determined to get across at least a few, reached for the next bar. She had gotten to the forth bar when her arms gave out. She jumped down, brushing her hands on her pants. At least she had a goal now, something to work toward. Just get across.

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Get Out of Your Head | Penny & Celeste

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Watching Celeste stir a tad brought watching a corpse reanimating to Penny’s mind. Her raspy voice sounded like an invitation, so Penny walked to the table in the dorm room and took a chair. She dragged it across the carpet, the only sound filling the room being the soft “fff” of the legs against the fibers. Penny hated the carpets because she knew what they smelled like, how they tasted, how it felt when it burned her.

She took a tentative seat in the chair, facing Celeste. Celeste seemed exhausted and despondent. It broke Penny’s heart a little bit. She’d heard about the run-in with Ethan from some gossipy staff members who didn’t realize that Penny was near enough to hear them. Penny had met Ethan but once and he didn’t seem like the type to fight. That said, maybe he got aggressive if Celeste touched him. Or maybe Celeste instigated it. Unsure what to even say to her, Penny just sat and quietly gazed at her for a long while.

"Hi," She finally mumbled. Penny was never good at comforting people. It didn’t feel like it was ever her place to try and do so. Anytime that Eloise was upset, she guided Penny to do what she needed to. Eloise would crawl into Penny’s lap, or she’d hold Penny and cry, or she’d hold her hand and whisper how hard it was to be perfect like them. Penny never had to do anything but follow her lead. She got the impression that Celeste wasn’t one for holding another person, so Penny simply offered a smile and said, "The other day was fun."

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I should sit up, Celeste thought, as Penny dragged a chair and positioned herself across from her. No matter what her brain was telling her body, however, she couldn’t quite get her body to react, and she remained still. Celeste blinked a few times to clear her eyes of the blur of their underuse and her eyes set upon Penny. Celeste wasn’t sure how old Penny was, but she could tell she was young. She was pretty and young and she had her whole life ahead of her. Celeste envied her for that.

It took a few seconds for the words to register in Celeste’s mind; the other day when they snorted Margo’s pills. Oh yes, that had been a great idea. She was glad at least it was something she could do with the young brunette. Penny reminded her a bit of Nellie - maybe what their relationship could have been if Nellie didn’t hate her, Celeste reminded herself. Maybe if Nellie had been born a different time, under different circumstances... to different parents. A different parent.

“Yeah,” she managed a small smile, shifting a bit in the bed. She could feel the impressions the sheets were making in her skin as she moved for the first time in a couple hours. Penny was her first and only visiter since she’d started staying in bed, and Celeste was wondering why Penny would come in the first place. Celeste had never had friends who would worry about her, she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. “why are you here?” her words are breathy but she gets them all out of her dry throat successfully.