Fawn

Fawn Tien || 18 || Conduct Disorder|| It's not my fault that the animals want to talk to me and not to you.

[kendall-by-candlelight]

I’m really glad I met you, Fawn. To be honest you’re the nicest person I’ve met so far. Some of the other patients were a bit… cold.  -begins wrapping her hands-

So, you have any advice for a newbie? Every time I think I’ve figured something out about this place it all changes.

[fawn-tien]

Really? You're sweet! Yeah, there are some people you might want to steer clear from, but I'm sure you'll meet more nice people here -watches her curiously- 

Advise? Uh, just go with the flow I guess is all I can say. Don't make any assumptions about the people here, we might be crazy but if you look past that then you will meet some wonderful people. Other then that I think you're pretty set, you seem lovely so you'll be fine here. 

[scared-orphan-boy-blog]

[fawn-tien]

Oliver! -calls out-

[kendall-by-candlelight]

Oh. Here it is! We should be able to bandage you up in no time.

I’m Kendall by the way. I just started here as an intern. And you are?

[fawn-tien]

-Holds her palms out- Thank you, Kendall. 

I'm Fawn, it's lovely to meet you! I've been here for a pretty long time now sadly, but it's great to see some nice people like you come in here and change the place up. 

[kendall-by-candlelight]

Of course! Let me grab you some gauze or something. They keep a first aid kit in nearly every room.

So how did you manage to hurt yourself?

[fawn-tien]

Ah perfect, Thank you!

I kinda fell and landed on my hands first, I seem to be doing that a lot. I don't think I've seen you around before, are you new here?

[experiment-sixtwo-six]

Oh, I’m sorry. Need a band-aid?

[fawn-tien]

Don't be sorry! You wouldn't happen to have any would you?

[kendall-by-candlelight]

Are you okay?

[fawn-tien]

Yeah, I'll be okay. Do you know where I could find something to wrap my hands up?

[experiment-sixtwo-six]

What you do?

[fawn-tien]

I fell over and landed onto my hands, like the clumsy fool I am.

[fawn-tien]

Argh, my hands bleeding. Good job, Fawn.

[scared-orphan-boy-blog]

-quietly pulls the towel up off of his shoulders, exposing the scar again and the little cigarette burn at the end of it so it says FAG. and it’s about five inches vertically, between his shoulder blades-

[fawn-tien]

-lets out a small gasp as her eyes trail over every inch of the scar before clenching her jaw in anger- Who did this? Who the hell thought they could get away with doing this? Was it Anton? I swear to God if it was him I will go after him again I don't give two craps! 

[scared-orphan-boy-blog]

Huh? -looks up, tugging the towel back down over his shoulders- What? Nothing.

[fawn-tien]

Oli, move that towel -presses her lips together, her face turning red- 

[lingini-gusteau]

Because he’s right there…

[fawn-tien]

Who?

You're scaring me..

[scared-orphan-boy-blog]

That would be nice, I think. -dries his hair off with the towel, his FAG scar on his upper back showing as he lifts the towel off his shoulders-

[fawn-tien]

I've got a really baggy one tha---Hold the fuck up -eyes widen as she notices the scare- Oliver, whats that?! 

[lingini-gusteau]

[fawn-tien]

Why?!

[doctoryvonneyzma-blog]

It’s nice to meet you.

[fawn-tien]

It's nice to meet you too Doctor, Thank you for fixing this place up.

[doctoryvonneyzma-blog]

Dr. Yvonne Yzma.

Who are you?

[fawn-tien]

Fawn Tien, a patient here. 

[doctoryvonneyzma-blog]

If you would, that would be absolutely wonderful.

[fawn-tien]

My pleasure. Who are you, again?

[scared-orphan-boy-blog]

-smiles a little- I don’t particularly want to be shirtless around the asylum, though.

[fawn-tien]

I can lend you a shirt if you would like?