Lose your mind, come crawl inside.

Patient File Name: Elias 'Eli' Rochester Age: 26 Diagnosis: Paranoid schizophrenia Password for journal: moscow //Part of Severalls Mental Hospital RP, Eli wishes he was Jared Leto, but he's not :(//

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli: 

Daniel leaned against the door, grinning to himself, then closing it and pulling a chair over to act as a lock. “Don’t worry,” he said. Gods, being nice to this agent was taking a toll on him. Walking forward, he picked up the bleach and leaned over Eli. “Hungry?”

[crazy-eli-blog]

It had been a while since Eli had slept really well. Maybe now could be his chance. Hearing the lock on the door click, Eli's eyes widened and he turned over, to look at what Daniel was doing. Why was he barricading the door? It was then that he saw the bottle of bleach, and sat bolt upright. "Oh, you fuck-"

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Yes you are. Daniel shook his head, still walking. He wanted to shove Eli into the nearest closet but he would have to wait until they were a bit closer. Humming, he pushed Eli a bit ahead of him, reaching into a closet and grabbing the bucked he’d put there. “Keep going,” he said, opening the door for Eli. “Go to the bed.” 

[crazy-eli-blog]

This seemed weird. Eli just got one of those gut feelings, Daniel never usually cared about him like this. Feeling the slight nudge, he walked a little faster, turning into his room and collapsing onto the rickety old bed.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel pushed himself up and took Eli’s hand. “Tired?” he asked, voice decidedly saccharine. “Come. You should go to your room. I’ll take you. There is no way a moron like you would make it there on your own. March.” With that, he pulled Eli up and started down the hall. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli's eyes flickered open and he stared up at the other, not really paying attention to what he was doing. He was just so tired, the drugs had really taken a toll on him today. "I'm not a moron." He pouted, slowly getting up as Daniel grabbed him and started taking him back to his room. 

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel grinned smugly at Eli, feeling a small bit of triumph at the blood. His own head felt light and a bit disoriented from the blow but he could live with that if the agent was in pain. Huffing, he tried to shove again. “Go to sleep,” he grouched, hoping that if Eli was unconscious then he could finally have the couch to himself. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Blood wasn't the nicest thing to have on your hands. It was like something you saw in a horror movie or a nightmare. This place was both. He'd have to wash them later, but now he was tired and he wanted to go to sleep. Moving off of Daniel and sitting next to him, he curled up into a tight ball, his eyes drifting closed.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel glared back, but with his swimming vision, the image of Eli was shaky at best. With a short huff, he struggled against the other, growling in annoyance, but the couch was so comfortable and he really didn’t want to go anywhere. However, that option let the agent win and he certainly couldn’t do that. His only option was to try to hit the other in the nose with his head and that is exactly what he did. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli continued to hold onto Daniel, feeling tired and a teeny bit loopy from the drugs. He played with the other's hands, his eyelids drooping slightly as he fought sleep. Feeling Daniel headbutt him, there was a small crunch in his nose, and he let out a small 'ow'. A trickle of crimson blood rolled down onto his upper lip, and he quickly wiped it up before it could go into his mouth or on his clothes. 

[lukeorsons-deactivated20150120]

Luke screamed and kicked the guards as his brother took him inside the place again. “I don’t want to be here, please! I don’t need it!” he cried.

He had been a few days with his brother, and the trouble started just as soon as he had to come back to the asylum. Luke refused to walk out of the house, to take his meds or even eat, when Todd, his brother, told him he had to come back here.

In the end, Todd took him in his arms and carried him to the car. Once they were here, Todd asked the guards to help him, but Luke kept kicking and screaming as his brother walked away. “Todd! Todd, don’t leave me here!”

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli had been sat in his room, curled up with one of the books from the library, flicking through the pages with disinterest. This place had no decent reading material, everything had to be appropriate for the setting. There was only so many times he could read a book about plant life before he started going slightly brain dead.

Hearing the screaming, he stood up and slowly strolled over to the window, watching all the commotion was outside. A new patient. He then understood what was going on. Cracking open the window, he frowned and threw the book out, hoping to hit one of the guards. "Оставьте его в покое, монстры!"

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel growled at him and scooted away, still clutching the pillow to his chest. He would keep his little treasure from Eli at all costs. “Then sit somewhere else,” he huffed, “and stay away from me.” 

[crazy-eli-blog]

"Make me." He dared, smiling again as he got up on the couch again, entwining his fingers with Daniel's and pinning his hands up against the back of the seat. He then sat on the other male's lap, cuddling against him.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

"Are you sure?" he huffed back, swinging the pillow at Eli. How had this happened? Ridiculous medication. It hadn’t been pills so he couldn’t simply vomit it out; he would just have to wait until the effects wore off. As the other tried to climb back, Daniel kicked at him, trying to knock Eli down. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli ducked, narrowly missing the pillow as he climbed up Couch Everest, grabbing onto Daniel's ankle to sit back down. This was nice. He felt so chilled out, like he could sleep for a couple of decades... "I wanna sit down." He pouted like a small child, trying to take the pillow away.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel sputtered as the pillow connected with his head, then glared at Eli, grabbing at him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, even as he snatched the pillow and swatted the other back, clambering onto the couch. “Stay down there.” 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli moved away quickly, bursting into fits of giggles as Daniel clawed at him, trying to get a hold of him. This was great. He felt so great. As the pillow was taken, he was knocked into a laying position on the ground, but he wanted to get back on the couch. "No, you can't make me." He grinned, climbing back up.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

Daniel sighed. Obviously there would be no straight answer from the agent, not that it mattered. However…that pillow looked nice and his head was pounding. Huffing, he gabbed at it in an attempt to steal the soft thing away. “You don’t know anything,” he grouched. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Elli giggled again, swaying slightly as he watched the redhead intently. Scooting over to him, he hit the man over the head with the pillow, before moving back to the couch, sitting on the very edge and then tumbling to the ground.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

"I have multiple end goals," he replied simply. Why did the agent ask so many questions that were irrelevant? He sighed. "There used to be," he replied, "At one time, I found enjoyment in drawing. Why?" 

[crazy-eli-blog]

"What's the most achievable one?" Eli asked, wanting to know what the other was thinking. He also wanted to know what he was doing. It would make a good story for a book. Maybe he could have written a book. It would become a best seller and he could pay his parents back for the damage he'd done to the restaurant. "We should do that."

[luceadams-blog]

crazy-eli:

Let’s do it.

[crazy-eli-blog]

Somehow, I don't think we'd be allowed guns.

I'll do some... chopping, or something.

[alice-ishername-blog]

crazy-eli:

Me too. Unless they’re super big.

[crazy-eli-blog]

They wouldn't hurt you...

[gaihatesyou-blog]

[crazy-eli-blog]

Oooo. Can I have a go?

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

When the orderlies left, he pushed himself up the wall, using the surface as a tool to help balance. Stumbling, he finally managed to make his way over to the couch, plopping himself down in front of it and staring at Eli. Well, he tried to stare but it was hard to pick which of the two agents to aim for. “What’s so funny?” he asked. 

[crazy-eli-blog]

Eli continued to sit there laughing to himself for no apparent reason, tightly hugging a pillow for comfort. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he remembered the needle going into his arm, so it must have been that. Why had he been drugged? "I don't know..." He replied slowly, shaking his head. Had he done anything wrong? Not that he would remember.

[yuhma-asami]

crazy-eli:

"Then our goals are similar." He sighed and debated smacking the other, but that would only lead to another thing for the agent to be pissed about. Instead he decided to focus on the review of his second smiling effort. "Lovely. I have no use for it. The reason for the act has no meaning. Happy isn’t something I feel."

[crazy-eli-blog]

"I thought your goal was to stop the KGB from doing things in here." Eli said quietly, a confused look on his face. Why would the KGB want to come here? They were the Russian 'secret' police for a reason. Maybe Daniel had lots of goals. All of them seemed pretty weird. "Is there anything that makes you happy? We could do that." He suggested, wondering if Daniel would enjoy the art room.

[crazy-eli-blog]