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@cicero-cortez
Cicero Cortez, Halloween Costume-Zombie
So I was imagining her look would basically be the dress in the picture, but then the makeup shown in the second picture. And the necklace because I like the necklace. Maybe imagine a teeny bit more blood though xD
I (Don't) Wanna Be Sedated | | {Open}
Sabrina walked down the third floor hall in the same colorful daze that she had been in since she was injected. She giggled to herself as she walked down the stairs and to the rec room, once she was in there she spread across the couch, giggling as if no one could stop her.
Finally she calmed down and pulled her knees to her chest and biting her lip, knowing she was forgetting something, but totally forgot what.
Cicero walked into the Rec Room, lazily licking a popsicle she'd gotten from the kitchen. Hearing the giggling, she'd assumed it would be some level one, or maybe a newbie who didn't know the ways of the world yet, and she'd been contemplating stabbing them with the popsicle, but was honestly a little surprised to be Sabrina. Who was, for some reason, not wearing pants. Not that Sabrina usually wore pants per se, but usually she had at least some form of lower-body garment on. She raised an eyebrow in faint surprise. "Okay, so normally, since it's you, I wouldn't even ask questions, but.....", she twirled the popsicle quizzically as she eyed her friend, "....when you got out of bed this morning, did you make the conscious decision to not wear pants today, or was that just an accident?", she smirked faintly.
How are you? - Cicero and Quirk
"By the way… Who was the alternative?" He tilted his head to the side. It was probably a matter of pride that he wanted to know. He was curious to know who he sat above, wouldn’t anyone?
Quirk grinned as he was let in, and as she sat down on the bed, he made his way over to the writing desk, taking a seat on the chair beside it. Turning it so he was facing her. He gave an amused expression, “Are you talking about the abuse, that you personally give me? Or the general abuse I receive from most of my patients?”
He looked around the room for a moment, looking for anything which might give him a hint. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but perhaps an indication of what she’d been up to while he was gone. He needed something because normally when he spoke to a patient they would either, be both strangers to each other, or they were his patients, so he already knew what was up. Never before, had he come back to a patient. “…So” he had his shoulder facing her at that moment, for he was turning to look at the items on her desk, “…What have you been up to?” He asked, finally turning back to face her.
"Meyer", Cicero's tone dripped with distaste, and her lips curled, her eyes flashing dangerously. Perhaps she disliked the man a bit more than he deserved, but then again, Cicero tended to dislike just about everyone. The rare exceptions were the people she actually did like, and at the moment, that was pretty much just Doctor Quirk. Maybe. She hadn't quite decided yet what her feelings on his return were.
She couldn't help but scoff out a small laugh at his words. "Oh, and here was me thinking that all your other patients must have been downright angels compared to me", she smiled innocently. "In general. I mean, please, come on, it must suck working in a place like this. I can't imagine why you'd do it voluntarily, you must be just as nuts as we are!", she shook her head disparagingly.
She caught him glancing around her room, and she found herself briefly thinking back to how it must have been when he'd last been here. Her walls were mostly bare, and she had managed to acquire a few new things here and there, mostly stolen from unsuspecting staff members, like the portable DVD player that rested on her desk, stolen from a security guard intern who hadn't even thought to suspect her. She still had the lava lamp that the Warden had given her for Christmas last year, but the main difference was that months before, where the cards that Bea had given her had hung from the wall, in a place where she could easily see them, were now gone. After the girl had left, Cicero had taken them down, but hadn't had the heart to get rid of them, so at the moment, they were shoved under her bed, in the side pocket of one of her suitcases. Though she had taken one of the flowers Bea had given her and pressed it in one of the books on her shelf, but no one knew about that. "Not much different, huh doc?", she raised an eyebrow. "Kind of hard to decorate when you're locked up, but maybe I should put a little more effort into it", she smiled humorlessly, shrugging.
She paused at his next question, shifting slightly on the bed. The easy answer was 'nothing', but that wasn't true. So much had changed in the months he'd been gone. And she never opened up to anyone. The only one she'd ever kind of opened up to had been Bea, her closest friend, but then, she'd hardly truly opened up to the girl, even though she'd been one of the people she'd cared most about in the world. Cicero was the kind of person who preferred to push things under the rug, crack jokes and act like everything was okay, but no, sometimes, things weren't okay, and she was sick of holding it all in. She could tell Dr. Quirk, right? After all, he wouldn't tell anyone, and besides, even if he did leave again, so what? No one else at Thornewood would find out either way. She sighed. It was hard. How and where was she even supposed to begin. "Bea left", she managed to say, shrugging, and forcing an indifferent sort of smile, as though it were no big deal. "So did Aberdeen. And Laurent", she added, feeling so weird and a little awkward even saying those things, even though she was hardly revealing anything deep or personal. "No one decent or even remotely tolerable left around here", she forced a sarcastic laugh, trying in her usual way to dodge anything potentially emotional with jokes or sarcasm. "I've been okay. Haven't been thrown in jail yet, so you should be proud of me, Doc"
"The Warden's in the hospital?", Cicero raised an eyebrow, looking up from her book as she heard the announcement. "Jesus, clearly whoever did it didn't hit hard enough", she scoffed to herself, unable to resist the urge to laugh out loud.
Oli nodded. “Yep. Travelling, hippie movie stars. They’re world famous and it makes me sick.” He spat the last words, as if they tasted terrible and remembered all the times they’d left him alone in a random hotel suite so they could go to a movie premier or Hollywood party.
He didn’t know this girl, and she seemed harsh, maybe even mean. Crying in front of her was not something he wanted to do. She would think it was her making him tear up, but it wasn’t. Everything else was. No one in the world loved him, his parents barely tolerated him, and even in a room full of people, he would always be all alone. Despite his best efforts, a few tears ran down his cheeks and he rushed to wipe them on his sweater before she could see them.
"Oh dear, how nauseating", she deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. Personally, having rich and famous parents didn't sound that bad to her. After all, seeing as her parents had next to abandoned her growing up, if they'd at least been rich, she probably would've been able to enjoy herself a bit more. "I get it kid, you got abandonment issues. I get it, it sucks, but you're being stupid about it. Why care? Like seriously, what is even the point of giving a shit about someone who clearly doesn't give a shit about you?", she threw her hands in the air as though exasperated. "Such a simple concept, I don't see why no one seems to get it!", she shook her head, as though it were just that easy.
"Oh god, you're not.....oh Jesus Christ kid!", she shook her head, looking almost disgusted, and vaguely uncomfortable. "I didn't even....oh my god, you're crying? Seriously? I didn't even.....oh come on, I barely even said anything!", she threw her hands up in dismay. Honestly, she did enjoy making people cry, but this was downright unexpected, which was why it was making her so uncomfortable. Not sorry for causing it, but definitely uncomfortable. "Come on, toughen up, I mean...you just met me, this is ridiculous!", she shook her head. Stepping forward, she began poking him in the arm, squinting as though searching for something. "Isn't there an 'off' button for the waterworks?", she asked, as though seriously looking for it.
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[TEXT] Dr. Quirk, are you there? Please. There’s no one else here I trust, okay?
[TEXT] I don’t think my meds are working. I didn’t leave my room all week. I can’t live like this. You’re a Doctor, DO SOMETHING!!!
[TEXT] Please.
[TEXT] Dr Quirk?
[TEXT] THOSE WERE NOT MEANT FOR YOU, I WAS JUST KIDDING AROUND AND DIDN’T MEAN IT. TELL ANYONE AND I WILL SNAP YOU LIKE A TWIG AND IT WON’T EVEN BE HARD BECAUSE YOU’RE ALREADY SO DAMN TINY. GOT IT?!
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[TEXT] Sabrina, I’ve seriously had enough of that hyperactive bitch who thinks she’s so cool. You still in to crush her like a bug? I say you hold her down while I sew her mouth shut with a rusty needle. Anesthesia=optional.
[TEXT] Sabrina? Wait a second….oh. Crap….
[TEXT] LOL GOTCHA. THAT WAS A JOKE. REALLY. WE WOULD NEVER DO THAT OBVIOUSLY I WAS KIDDING. NOW GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS AND DON’T TELL THE WARDEN OR ANYTHING. NAHH. ALL GOOD.
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Outside time. A great time to feel lonely and be reminded that everything had times, and the time she was mostly likely to alone. She had brought a small bouncy ball with her in case she had absolutely nothing, or felt like she had absolutely nothing, thanks brain.
She threw is gently, only for it to bounce haphazardly and roll off to the left instead of coming back towards her.
She said quietly, deliberately, but absolutely deadpan, going to retrieve the tiny rubber ball. “Although, I don’t.”
Cicero sighed to herself as she strolled through the garden. There was really nothing else to do, and honestly, she missed causing trouble-the only reason she’d been sort of behaving herself lately was because of Amelia’s threat to get her moved to another facility, or sent home. Neither of those options appealed to her, so between that, and the worse and worse depression she’d been suffering lately, she hadn’t gotten out of her room much, but now, here she was, taking a walk in the garden, and staring bitterly around at the roses, wishing she could set them on fire.
That was when something hit her in the leg, and she turned, her lip curling angry, as she took in the ball and the girl. “What the hell is your problem, you pale freak?!”, she snapped rudely, reaching down to pick up the ball, squeezing it tightly in her fist.
First Day
"Well, if you’ve been helped, I suggest you leave. Don’t waste my time by clogging up the counter," Phillip said, taking a seat behind the nurses station. They were still working on his office, apparently, not expecting him for another day. He tried not to let that error upset him, shrugging it off as he waited. Looking back up at the young woman, he raised his eyebrows as if to say 'why are you still here'
Cicero narrowed her eyes, “Did I say I’d been helped? No, I didn’t specify that. Don’t be rude. You’re quite the terrible listener, aren’t you? Or maybe you should be a patient, since clearly you seem to have suffered some sort of hallucination that led you to believe that I said I had no more business here when in fact I said no such thing”, she scoffed, laughing derisively as she eyed the man, crossing her arms. “So don’t look at me like I’m nothing and I’m beneath you. Besides, you’re a Doctor, right? Your job is to serve us, not going around acting like a pretentious jerk, right?”, she smirked faintly.
"First though, I heard you mention flu shots. You’re right, no one’s given those out yet, and I’d like one. God knows what kind of crazy germs the nutcases in here have got. Bad enough being stuck in this hellhole, I’d rather not be sick the whole time also", her lip curled, and she tapped her fingers on the counter.
"Next, I’ve got a complaint about the useless imbeciles you call nurses. Incompetent little twit in my room this morning tried to take some blood and stabbed me like five times looking for a vein. I’m not a freaking pincushion, and honestly, I’d feel a whole lot better knowing that my Doctor actually went to medical school, and didn’t just buy a degree off the internet and go around calling themselves a nurse", she shook her head distastefully at the recollection.
"And finally, I’d like to get this cut here looked at", she pointed to her cheek, just under her eye, where Siren had gotten her with the boxcutter a while back. She’d actually never gone to the infirmary for it, which was probably why it was taking so long to heal. "Because quite honestly, I’m not fully convinced that the bitch who did it didn’t have rabies or something", she finished scornfully, shaking her head at the memory of the encounter. The cut had shrank a great deal since it had first happened, but it had been deep, and now, the thin red line was slightly inflamed, and the only reason Cicero had even came to mention it was because she was afraid it might have gotten infected.
I don’t put my faith or trust in anyone anymore. After a while, you just get tired of being disappointed constantly.
How are you? - Cicero and Quirk
She pulled away, and Alex couldn’t help but smile smugly from the fact that he, Dr Alex Quirk, was able to elicit a hug out of her. He knew Cicero, and how difficult that would’ve been for her. Of course now was no time to gloat. So he just stood there and let her speak, a smile still lingering on his face. “It’s good to see you again.” He ignored her attempt at being distant. “I’m sorry to hear that, but they’ve assigned you under my care once again so you won’t have to deal with whoever that was ever again”.
Alex was still nervous, to be honest. He didn’t exactly know how to go about speaking with Cicero again. He didn’t want to seem forward by just assuming she would want him back as her therapist, but at the same time he didn’t want to act to like he didn’t want to be. Like it wouldn’t be a big deal if he wasn’t assigned to her. He wanted her to know that she meant something to him.
"Well, I remember the first time we met, I promised you, that you were stuck with me… Obviously that promise took a little detour, but I did come back, didn’t I?" He sighed, not to Cicero but himself. "I know. I’m sorry, but it was urgent, and I wasn’t sure whether or not I would actually be standing here before you again… I didn’t want to give you false hope, because I feel that’s worse, isn’t it?". One side of his lips scrunched up as he looked at her, giving a slightly apologetic look. "Can I come in?.." He asked after a moment, "…Or we could go out? Anywhere really. I just want to talk to you." He said after a moment.
At that moment, Cicero really couldn't tell how she felt. There was some frustration, and some relief, but she couldn't tell if she was more frustrated to see him again, especially after she'd managed to get used to the fact that he, like everyone she'd ever cared about at Thornewood, was gone, or if it was more happiness at seeing a familiar face again. "Eh, I guess you're better than the alternative", she shrugged, still impassive, even though on the inside, she was almost ready to give him another hug. No more Meyer? This was the best news she'd gotten in a long time. And besides, well.... It was kind of nice to see that he'd apparently missed her too. Or at least, she kind of hoped he had. Logically, she knew it was stupid-if she was a therapist, the last thing she'd want to do would be get attached to the crazies she was looking out for (though she probably would have rather shot herself than become a therapist), but she'd gotten rather close to Dr. Quirk, and he'd been probably the only therapist ever that she hadn't disliked, let alone somewhat trusted.
A tiny, faint smile tugged at her lips before she could help it-she did recall him saying that at one point. She'd dismissed it as ridiculous, but then again....though he'd left, he had come back, hadn't he? She watched him as he spoke, not saying anything for a moment. Was he....nervous? Fearing her wrath upon his return? Either way, as much as she hated to admit it, she could tell he was sorry, and that at least counted for something. Besides, no matter how much she acted like it, she was unlikely to just turn him away, even if her stubbornness and pride insisted that she do so. She nodded, opening the door the rest of the way and stepping aside so he could come in. "So now I'm stuck with you again, huh?", she sat back down on the bed, figuring he could find his own seating. "What, you realized you missed getting insulted and verbally abused on a daily basis and decided to come back for more?", she joked, in her usual self-deprecating manner, though her voice wasn't quite friendly, yet. She couldn't give in too easy, could she?
Kaiden was having enough of the s t u p i d argument, and it was clear by the way he arched a brow at the nurse. “Well, yes, plants are living beings too, but they probably can’t feel the pain of being slaughtered like animals do; that’s the difference. I understand your point. But this is my lifestyle.” He raised his chin slightly. “Not yours, now, is it?”
Catching a figure in the hallway, he met their gaze. “You’re not here to pounce on me too, are you?” Kai retorted dryly.
Cicero raised an eyebrow, turning. While the nurse had been distracted, she'd started fiddling with one of the lamps on the desk, picking at the plastic coating on the wires so that the lamp would short circuit next time it was turned on, and as a result had caught the end of the argument between Kaiden and the nurse.
"Well, to be honest, I wasn't going to comment on your inane argument, because you sound ridiculous enough already, and it seems downright low to kick a man while he's down, but now that you've all but asked for it.......well, it'd be rude of me to refuse", she smirked, leaning back against the desk, casually sliding the lamp away with her elbow. "Your argument is invalid", she regarded him coolly, clearly unimpressed by what she'd heard between him and the nurse. "You hardly seem like the type of guy to accept when he's wrong, but I'm going to try anyway. Your reasoning makes you sound either naive, or just plain stupid"
First Day
Phillip walked along the hall, a clip board in his hand. “The patients need flu shots,” he said frowning. “They haven’t even gotten flu shots yet?” Mumbling to himself, he made his way to the second floor infirmary, when he spotted someone standing by the nurses station. “Have you been helped?”
At the moment, Cicero was engaged in a heated argument with a nurse. Or perhaps, 'argument' was the wrong word for it. It was more that she was terrorizing the poor woman, who had only recently started on the job.
"I don't care if you were trying to be friendly!", Cicero was yelling at the woman, who'd made the mistake of trying to engage Cicero in conversation as she'd passed by. Cicero wasn't really angry, she just found it amusing to yell at the poor woman who was already cowering, "How about you keep your obnoxious mouth shut, before I staple it closed for you!", she continued, grabbing a stapler off the nurse's desk, and raising it threateningly as she took a step towards the woman. The woman shrieked and took a step back.
"No, please! I'm sorry... I-I....", she blubbered, seeming at a loss for words as she looked at Cicero with wide eyes. "Oh spare me! Wipe that pathetic look off your face, you fat bitch!", Cicero sneered, clicking the stapler menacingly. "I'm not... I-I b-but....", the woman's eyes filled with tears, and as Cicero raised the stapler again, she squeaked, and turned and ran, a sob escaping her as she went.
Laughing to herself, she tossed the stapler up and caught it in her hand. That was when she heard someone addressing her, and turned to see the man. She rolled her eyes. Was he asking for a round two? "Yes, thank you, see, I haven't dealt with nearly enough incompetent idiots today, I was just looking for more, thanks for volunteering", she snapped.
Oli smiled and nodded. “You’re doing much better than the other girl I talked to who tried to figure me out.” He smirked, pleased that he was right about his assessment of her. “So, I was right?” For some reason he liked this girl, even though she was incredibly rude and offensive.
"But, no. I’m not going to blow anything up. I’m content just staying here away from my parents and actually getting to be in one place for longer than one night." Oli didn’t know why he was telling her all this, but it probably had something to do with him wanting to please everyone.
"Of course I did. I'm always right, and you're not exactly complex", she scoffed. "If I had a dollar for every angsty rebel wannabe with parent issues, I could buy my way out of this hellhole". And my parents were the same way, she thought, though she was hardly about to say that out loud. She raised an eyebrow. "And why would I tell you that when I could just keep you guessing?", she smirked faintly. "Can't give away all my secrets to loser newbies", she added, though her tone was just a touch less cold this time.
"Pity. You did have some potential there, but you just lost it", she sort of joked, shaking her head. "Thanks for the rundown, newbie. Especially since I was really feeling that I hadn't been bored nearly enough yet today", she rolled her eyes. "What, were your parents traveling hippie freaks or something?". She didn't really care, but so far, this guy hadn't pissed her off too much, and if he told her more, he'd probably present her with more ways to insult him again too, if she felt like it.
