The End of Times

"They were just thoughts, you know, but thoughts... they become dreams. And if you work hard enough, dreams can become reality." | Finn Torrence | Twenty-Seven | ASPD and ICD |

[hazel-whitmore]

Hazel sighed again and nodded, “You know for someone who is trying not to offend me, you are doing a rather shitty job.” She pointed out crossing her arms. 

[finn-torrence]

Finn shrugged in reply, not terrible concerned with whether he’d damaged her sensibilities or not; delusions weren’t forgiven in his court. Whether they were religious or not held no meaning, they were just considered the ultimate level of stupidity to him. “If the message ever gets across to you, it’ll be worth the offense, I’m sure.”

[hazel-whitmore]

Hazel scoffed hearing the same thing that every person who tried to convince her that she was sick. “Bullshit. You sound like everyone else who tries to tell me in sick or some shit.”

[finn-torrence]

Her answer had been expected; given her appearance, he’d doubted she’d admit that something may have been wrong. If she were that sort she’d have done that long ago, presumably before the issue took her over. “It’s clear that you are sick. As I stated previously, I don’t mean to offend you, but your illness is rather obvious.”

[hazel-whitmore]

“Mmmhmmm.” She confirmed nodding a couple times. “Why does everyone say that! I am not dying for gods sake people.” 

[finn-torrence]

He remained silent for a few moments, unsure of how she could be so deluded to think she wasn’t on the verge of keeling over. “You do realize you’re a walking skeleton, don’t you?” he asked, lifting a brow in disbelief.

[hazel-whitmore]

“Of course its not my parents. It’s my trainer. He has a new prodigy that I was beating in every aspect. She needed me gone, henceforth make up that im mental unstable and lock me away. Pretty good way to keep me away from her prodigy.” Of course none of what she said was true at all. She was dying, and she saw things that didn’t exist. “I am reaching perfection. Just because they are jelous doesn’t mean im going to stop.”

[finn-torrence]

Finn squinted, unsure of whether he truly could understand her viewpoint. It was clear that she was sick and with that he had the vague sense that she may have been twisting things wrongly. However, he had nothing to gain from pointing such a thing out to her; it wasn’t as if she’d believe him. “So in order to ensure this new prodigy’s future, she’s attempting to destroy yours?” he asked, trying to clarify whether he’d gotten her story right. “I don’t mean to offend you, but it appears that rather than reaching perfection, you’re heading towards your grave.”

[fragmentedmind]

Home.

[fragmentedmind]

“True, very true.” She commented following him further down the hall. “Well, even though it may not be that difficult, knowing my luck I’d end up turning into an impossible task.”

[finn-torrence]

Finn strode down the hallway, his gaze flitting between the ground and the area before him. It wasn’t a long walk to the front of the building -- perhaps less than five minutes -- and he knew the way well enough so that it was ingrained into his mind. Wandering had been all he’d done since he’d been thrown in there. “Is your luck particularly poor, then?”

[hazel-whitmore]

“They’re trying to tarnish my record. Im not suppose to make it as far as I have, doing whatever I had to. I control my meets and they don’t like it when people can do that. Thats why theyre hiding me away in a loony bin.”

[finn-torrence]

“Who’s attempting to, in your words, tarnish your record? Your parents? If that’s the case I would assume they’d want it to remain intact, though I suppose that if they prefer being in control it could be a twisted plot to regain it. I don’t see why locking you here would do any real good, though, and if your appearance is any indication, I’m leaning towards a guess that you’ve got other issues.”

[hazel-whitmore]

“I didn’t break, but yes. I was one of those children. Nationally ranked, on my way to being a world champion. Until they threw me in here.”

[finn-torrence]

“You didn’t break, and yet you were institutionalized? That sounds a tad like an oxymoron. Why do you suppose they locked you away?”

[hazel-whitmore]

“Because ever since I could Ive been a competition child. Dance, gymnastics you name it I competed in it. Therefore, you learn to critic, perfect, correct everything. You learn how to create a perfect competition prize winner from age five up.”

[finn-torrence]

He listened to her speak, regarding her words carefully. “You were one of those children, then? The ones parents destroy but placing them into ridiculous competitions until they break?” It made enough sense given her bony appearance -- and the fact that she’d been locked in this hospital.

[fragmentedmind]

Home.

[fragmentedmind]

“I don’t know, I think knowing my way around is fairly important. At least, later one when I attempt to avoid contact with staff. Accidentally walking in a circle doesn’t sound like a fun option.” She pointed out smiling at him and following without protest. 

[finn-torrence]

“Oh, certainly it’s important to learn at some point in time. However, for the moment knowing the direction your room is in will do more good than knowing where to find the front desk. Either way, I’m remedying that right now.” He cracked a tiny smile of his own as he walked, his sketchbook tucked tight beneath his arm. “Avoiding contact isn’t as difficult as one might think, should you have the right strategies in mind. Circling around, however, won’t allow you to form any, that’s true.”

[hazel-whitmore]

“There we go, thats the spirit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I guess its hard for me not to give critics, its what I’ve been trained to do since I was five.”

[finn-torrence]

“I’m not offended, you don’t need to worry about that.” He was a difficult man to offend, though he would readily admit that the comment had irritated him somewhat -- not because of offense, but because he could see how she might’ve been right. “Why were you trained to do that?”

[hazel-whitmore]

“Do what you want Finn.” She said shrugging. “It doesn’t bother me but I just thought I’d point it out. Sometimes its good for people to get another perspective on themselves.”

[finn-torrence]

“That’s never been an issue for me,” he replied, perhaps coming off a bit harsher than he’d meant. He’d never had complaints -- or what appeared to be such -- given based on his manner of speaking, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. “I guess it can be good to get different opinions, helps us improve ourselves.” Or, in his case, improve one’s act.

[fragmentedmind]

Home.

[fragmentedmind]

“Prevented me Im afraid. Im pretty useless for right now when it comes to trying to find my way around right now. All I know is how to get to my room.”

[finn-torrence]

“Then to the front it is. This way, if you please, it’s not terribly far from this area here, should only be a short walk. I’d say it’s a good thing you’re able to navigate to your room, at the least. It’s the only place of any importance, in my opinion.”

[andrew-wolford-blog]

Andrew shoved his hands in his pockets, curling into himself as the subject of his parents continued. “I-I don’t know. They’d probably see it as rebellion; they put me in here, so I’m giving the middle finger back to them in the only way I can.” He sighed. “They’re trying their best, in their own way. It’s gotta be hard on them, you know? I’m the only kid they have, and I’m a nutcase.” He smiled wryly, shaking his head. “You supposed to call your parents too?”

[finn-torrence]

“What does it matter, what they believe your intentions to be?” he asked, raising a brow curiously. Rebellion had always been his way of dealing with his own family and the notion that one might choose different methods was alien to him. “I would be more concerned with yourself, rather than they’re odd attempts at assisting you. Tell me, are you any better off rotting in here? It sounds to me that they were merely figuring out a way to dispose of you.” Finn nodded, his expression seeming contemptuous for a moment or two. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

[edenkelley-blog]

“Actually bein’ here ain’t the worst part,” She began with a slight shrug of her shoulders. The place wasn’t terrible – it was better than most places that she could have been shipped off to, but it was the attitude that came with living there that was harder to stomach than anything they were fed in that God-awful cafeteria. “Gettin’ used to this place, though, and letting yourself think this is normal is the hard part. There are people that’ve been here for years, even some lifers, too.” Eden sighed. She could feel herself slipping out of her good mood, so she forced a smile to try and bring herself back up. “You know, I don’t even know what movies are in the theatre or what new music is on the radio these days! That’s the real tragedy, if you ask me.”

[finn-torrence]

"Are you sure?” he asked, cocking a brow. “Because being here certainly doesn’t seem good.” His own opinion on such matters was that being forcibly locked away was one of the harshest punishments offered; what could be worse than that? Prison could cause hospitalization to appear as a better alternative, though nothing else came to mind that offered similar reactions. As she spoke, his other brow lifted, his understanding on where her opinion derived from better than it had been in previous moments. “I can see where you're coming from, I suppose. Getting used to the notion that this is normal sounds... difficult, to say in the least." The idea that some could reside in the hospital for a lifetime made his skin itch, discomfort working its way across the back of his neck and down his spine. A fate such as that offered no relief and while his hope beforehand was that he wouldn't remain entrapped there for the length of time that she'd been, it now took on a new timeline; his prayers -- not that he'd lower himself to such behavior -- went out to prevent a life sentence. “You could always ask someone, but I don’t believe it’ll help with that. I suppose you’ll just have to wait it out. If it makes you feel any better, I’m not sure you’re missing much.”

[edenkelley-blog]

“Yep, inmate number seven-five-three-one… do we have patient numbers here?” Eden knew that her joke wasn’t funny, and she felt marginally embarrassed once she had said it. She refrained from rolling her eyes, deciding that would look strange. “No, but yeah, I’m a patient. Been here about… four months? Five? Somethin’ like that.” She shrugged, “So, I know most of the ins and outs of this place, so if you want a tour of good old Home for the Helpless I’m your gal!”

[finn-torrence]

Another smile was cracked at her joke, though it wasn’t the best joke he’d heard. It was, however, an adequate descriptor for how the patients in the institution felt about their admittance; it was just short of prison. “That’s a long time to be in a place,” he said, deciding to take on a more casual tone rather than continue with his usual dialogue. “I’ve only been here... oh, I don’t know. A few weeks at most. I can’t imagine being locked up in here for as long as you have.” The idea seemed deplorable and while he hoped desperately that he wouldn’t end up there that long, part of him knew it was likely.

[holliethenurse-blog]

Hello there

[holliethenurse-blog]

Christina had moved to sit back at her desk, rummaging though the little drawer underneath her desk for something. She wasn’t really listening to Finn at this point, slightly past caring about what happened she was focused on trying to find her pills. Eventually coming across the bottle, she took them quickly and sighed at the relief. “Well then I’ll just let security handle this. I really don’t care but you’re not worth losing my job over” Christine hit a button below her desk that called security to the room, sitting back on her chair with her feet up on the desk as she let them handle it

[finn-torrence]

Finn gritted his teeth, trying to reason with himself. It would hardly benefit him to attack this nurse, even with the idea that he disliked the routine she’d had in mind. It would certainly be easier on him should he comply, and yet such a feat seemed impossible. While usually one would be hard-pressed to get him to admit that he had a problem, part of him silently agreed in that moment. Was he honestly willing to be dragged away by security over something so menial? No, but his savage impulses weren’t going to let him get away with anything less. That was a problem. Sucking in a breath in a vain attempt to pull himself together, he turned his sights on the nurse once again, to find her downing something -- a pill, perhaps? “I’m don’t believe I’d be the reason for your dismissal,” he managed, already trying to prepare himself for what would undoubtedly occur when security finally arrived.

[fragmentedmind]

Home.

[fragmentedmind]

“You chose, I don’t even know what is here to be shown.”

[finn-torrence]

“We’ll begin at the front then, I suppose. No sense in giving you the information out of order. Do you remember where it is or did the events of your admittance prevent you from taking in your surroundings?”