Firecracker

I took myself a p a r t and cut off my strings.

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cntrldawsyn:

Marcos had never been to any of the institutes his daughter had been admitted to. It was mostly because he didn’t wanna see his little girl in such a place. He was currently standing against a wall while Dawsyn was being pulled away from another patient. He hadn’t seen her strike, but he knew those profanities belonged to her. As he watched the scene unfold and he watched the orderly talk to his daughter, he looked to the person next to him. “You wouldn’t happen to know if she does that… frequently… would you?”

Torid leaned against the wall near some strange guy she’d never seen before, not really caring all that much about anything. Visiting hours was always the worst time for her, as she never had anyone, but bothering others was how she got through it. Eyes on the two patients battling it out, she chuckled a little. “From what I’ve heard about her, I’d say at least every other day. She’s pretty annoying, if you ask me.”

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aric-mercer:

“Well this place is…” Down the gutter. In a state of discord. Unorganized hellhole more than a mental hospital. “…An experience to be had, that’s for sure.” Or that. Aric shifted the ID badge clipped to his waistband to assure himself he was still in control of his situation, whatever might have been at hand. “Fucked up.” Was merely a whisper that left this lips when he saw two patient running down the halls, screaming of either joy or something else. Too loud. 

Torid had been in her room for much too long. She needed something... exciting. She decided to roam the halls, talking loudly to herself (on purpose), hoping just anybody would come up and talk to her, whether it was lecturing or friendly. Nobody seemed to care, though, so she knew she needed to up it a bit. She took off down the hall, shouting random lyrics of some dumb song that she hadn’t listened to in years. Somebody had joined in with her, but quickly, she evaded the said other patient, turning a corner and smirking when she noticed a new face. “Hey buddy, you lost? Can’t find your room?”

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rylanxsawyer:

‘Don’t take the medicine, they’re trying to poison you. Throw it up, spit it out. You know I’m right.’ It only took a few words for Rylan to end up in the predicament he was in now, standing in the hallway of Glendale, a voice in his head telling him over and over again that the person before him had stolen something that had belonged to him. “Just give me the damn wrist band back. I’m not going to let you-…you’re not going to get me put in solitary.”

Torid raised an eyebrow at the man; what in the world was he talking about? For once in her short life, the curly hair girl had not taken anything; at least not from this guy, and was almost offended to be accused of such a crime. “I don’t have shit from you, dude. Keep actin’ like that and they will put you in solitude, though.”

[rowanxmunroe-deactivated2019021]

“ I don’t wanna be that person but I’m about 90% sure someone wiped their ass with my waffle. But hey, a shitty meal is better than no meal, right?” 

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“I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if somebody did, honestly. Sounds like something that would happen here.”

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delilah-flowers:

“What are you looking at?” Delilah snapped, glaring at the individual in the room. “It’s rude to stare, did your mama never teach you any manners?” The brunette wasn’t usually this snappy but she had a bee in her bonnet about being dumped at Glendale, as if it was her own fault. Her estranged father was the culprit for the majority of Delilahs troubles– not that her mother would ever admit that. The young woman’s release of emotions often meant unloading them onto strangers in several ways, currently anger was at the forefront of her outburst and she didn’t care who it was directed at.

Torid raised an eyebrow at the strangers sudden outburst. Had she been looking at the other? She couldn’t even remember; she possibly just spaced out, as it was always a boring day in Glendale. “Nah, she didn’t actually. Nobody did. That’s whatcha get with no mama.”

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“You sure? This crusty ass brings all the boys and girls to the yard and I’m not going to stop talking about it. Ass, ass. My ass. My delicious crusty ass. Tantalizing, shiny ass.” Okay, so she was obviously kind of a child too. Being in the presence of a child made Heather even more childish; it was like some weird, visceral urge to be competitive. “Nah. Not really. People come here all the time, you probably wouldn’t be able to hide a whole body. Limbs, maybe.” She shrugged. “Anger management’s done, kid. This is my version of it. What are you doing here? Playing hide and seek?” 

On the outside, Torid was unphased by the immaturity of the older, assumed, patient, but on the inside she felt a bit uncomfortable. “Gross..” Was all she managed to mutter out, taking a few steps to look around a bit more. She was right; it wasn’t as big as the younger girl had expected. “Hide and seek is for kids, lady. I’m not a kid. It’s boring, anyway. I always used to win.”

[defianttorid-blog]

Well, she hadn’t expected a fussy, fucking cursy kid to come out–she should’ve really–and she felt like she was regretting her whole entire life right now and tasting the urge to cover her ears while she ran her ass off. The annoyance was contagious, and Heather started tapping her fingers against the side of her leg, counted from one to five to twelve as she waited for her to finish. Don’t hit a kid. Don’t hit a kid, don’t hit a kid. “I don’t fuck crayons, they’re too pointy for my pussy, ya dig?” She glanced at her knees. “Breathe. Do you need some water? Are you having a heart attack?” 

“I really don’t want to hear about your crusty ass, dude.” The curly haired patient mumbled, beginning to wander around the musty basement. “Thought we weren’t allowed down here. Seems like a patient could just drag somebody down here and kill them, and nobody would probably even fuckin’ notice for days.” Torid looked over at the brunette, smiling. “What are you even doing down here? Shouldn’t you be in... anger management or something?”

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clcbberinheath:

“Boo.” She blurted, straight from the dark corners of the basement–because playing Batman was always fucking cool–having not expected anyone to wander in at this hour, but really, she needed to start getting used to it now. “Welcome to my second humble abode. Where things are fucking dark, kinky, muddy, stuffy, and pissy. Over there we can see a spaceship,” one finger pointed towards a wall, filled with nothing but crayon scrambles, “–uh, in the making. Ish. Beautiful. Wanna join in the fun? I’ve got crayons and markers and drinks.”

Torid didn’t expect to hear another voice down in the basement, so when somebody came out with a boo, the small girl nearly jumped out of her skin, ready to attack. Holding a wall for support as she clutched her chest and attempted to regulate her breathing and heart rate, she looked at the source. “What the fuck is your fucking problem, man?” She huffed, glaring a little, but not too angry, as her knees were silently shaking. “Fuck your crayons, dude..”

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Chris noticed another captive audience member, and wondered why they hadn’t scheduled some kind of movie night again to distract from the noise. If it bothered him, as a staff member, it had to have some negative impact on patients. “I agree. Seems like they’d have come up with a way to achieve the same aesthetic without explosions by now.” He glanced over as she moved closer, but didn’t say anything– she was probably younger than his sister, looked even smaller than she had in the hospital room a year before. “I’ve been looking for somewhere it’s not as loud, but no luck so far.”

The smallest sniffle came from the girl as she huddled into the other a bit more. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable, although it was probably just because he was bigger and potentially protect her if shit went down. She needed people like that in a place like this. “Why can’t they just show lights or something, this is fucking dumb. It doesn’t help that almost every room in this place has windows and shit walls. We’d have to hide in a damn office or something, but I doubt anybody’d let us in there.”

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“No mom either?”

“Til I was about twelve. She worked for the FBI, so she was always away. She left on a trip one night and just.. never came back. It’s why I wanna leave here, soon. She’s probably back in New York lookin’ for me.”

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“I’ve yet to meet someone who’s had a g-good experience with their father, to b-be honest. At least h-he wasn’t around to f-fuck you up.”

“Everybody’s got daddy issues in one way or another. I guess so, yeah. But I suppose it’d be nice to have somebody around, y’know? Was homeless for... who knows how long. Good ol’ streets of New York.”

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cain-allen:

– Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

   It was going in on the fifth minute now and Cain was at his wit’s end. “Could you s t o p tapping that god damn pen, you’re annoying the hell out of me.” Three hours of sleep contributed to the outburst. Life wasn’t fair like that. He didn’t feel bad for his angry snark either, even if it was uncommon for Cain to let his emotions rule over him. “Go somewhere else and annoy someone else. Some of us have work to do.”

Clearly, the two were thinking the same thing, except she would’ve gotten in trouble for speaking up about it. Watching the scene, she quietly and stealthily made her way to the others desk, silently taking the pen and slipping away whilst he wasn’t looking. Maybe now they would know to shut up. Hopefully, though, she wouldn’t get in too much trouble, as she felt she had just risked her life to keep this guy from exploding.

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“Biological father. Not much of a d-dad, though.”

“Oh honey do I know that feeling. Really sucks. Can’t say I relate completely, but I know what it’s like to have a shit dad. Wasn’t even around..”

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“Stutter came before. Same g-guy, though.”

“Sucks. Who was it? Boyfriend, brother, stepdad?”

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“Killed someone in s-self defense and pled insanity, too.”

“Oh, wow, tough girl. That how you got the stutter?”

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“Nix. What’s got you in h-here?”

“Pleasure. I got caught robbing a drugstore and my local juvie didn’t want me back so they helped plead insanity instead. What about you, Nixxie Pixie?”

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“Funny. M-my lawyer told me to p-play up the stutter in court so I could plea insanity.”

“Hey, whatever keeps you outta juvie. I’m Torid.”