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- when there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on f i r e ♚ Gaines Blackwell

[ofcrxwns]

              Natasha rolled her eyes at him                  and licked her lips. “It’s a               pretty shit name if you ask me—                 I don’t even think it’s a real            name now that I’ve thought about it.”

[gainesblackwell]

He took a step forward, long, lean figure looming over hers.

                       “Yeah. I get it."

                                   He cocked his head,                                    eyes roaming on her face                                    before landing on her throat.

                                                     “But it’s my name,                                                      so keep it up                                                      and things won't                                                      be so pretty."

[ofcrxwns]

"And you mean nothing to me Gaines.

                      Seriously— what kind of fucking name is that?”

[gainesblackwell]

                                             “Good.                                      We’ve only just met,                                I’d certainly worry about your. . .                                                sanity                                              if you did."

                     He released a harsh laugh that cut through the air like a knife.

                                             “It’s shit. Blue bloods like to compete                                                    with who can come up with                                                        the stupidest names."

                                  "Better than Gaylord.                                      I knew someone                                       with that name."

[ofcrxwns]

"Olga isn’t even Bulgarian, it’s Norse so get your facts straight."

[gainesblackwell]

“Who gives a shit? Honestly.

                             The point is. . .                   Bulgaria means nothing to me, as it does for many of the world."

[ofcrxwns]

"Yes Bulgaria,” Natasha glared at him, tilting her head at the way he spoke the word and rolling her eyes. “Aren’t there people named Apple in America?”

[gainesblackwell]

Gaines let out a small amused huff, fingers rising to pull at his bottom lip. 

          “Yeah. There it is. But Ulga’s a traditional name from you’re from. . . Apple’s a name for cokehead babies. Like Blanket and Indigo."

[angelofglendale]

"Guess it’s time to come out and play."

[gainesblackwell]

"Yeah. . .

                       Maybe you should go back under your rock, butterface."

[ofcrxwns]

"Need I remind everyone about Miss Bulgaria 2010? You don’t win that with a pond scum face now do you бонбонче?”

[gainesblackwell]

“Bulgaria?” His mouth formed around the word like it was a disease or something entirely distasteful. “Is that supposed to be good? Aren’t there people named. . .

                                              --Ulga and shit like that there?"

[ofcrxwns]

"Oh you should be. He’s very attractive.

                       I’m kinda like a Kennedy in these halls— or Kate Middleton. A princess really.”

[gainesblackwell]

“Peachy. Because right now I’m looking at you and I’m not too sure how to describe your face -- pond scum . . . dog shit? Which works better.?

                       Yeah? I’m glad you think that, Miss Delusional."

[ofcrxwns]

"If you haven’t met Damien or I yet— you’re missing out.

                                        I was in isolation for a bit and then I just didn’t feel like wasting my time with the other freak shows around here. It’s tiring really.”

[gainesblackwell]

“I’m bursting with excitement at the very thought go meeting him. If he’s anything like you, I should practically jizz myself.

            What a saint. How lucky we are you finally decided to join us."

[ofcrxwns]

"Actually, I am.

                         Natasha Sibyl— craziest bitch in this hell hole.”

[gainesblackwell]

"Great. I’m glad I’m finally getting to meet all the real crazies.

                                  Where’ve you been hiding, Natasha?

I thought most head honchos like yourself had to prove themselves to the newbies?"

[ofcrxwns]

"Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?”

[gainesblackwell]

“Oh, you’re excused.

                           Gaines Blackwell. And . . .  you must be the resident bitch."

[ofcrxwns]

"Don’t make me wanna slap you more than I already do."

[gainesblackwell]

"It’s not my fucking fault you can’t watch where you’re going.

                                  Damn bitch."

[ashtyn-schanell]

...What in the hell are they planning now?

[gainesblackwell]

Probably something to make us think we’re even crazier.

                          Just so we’ll never leave...

[ophiesmoon]

Where the hell is everyone?

[gainesblackwell]

Who the fuck knows?

                       Maybe you scared them all away with that damn shrill voice of yours.

[caitlyn-flannagan-deactivated20]

Oh shut your trap, I wasn’t even talking to you!

[gainesblackwell]

Who you talking to then, you fucking idiot?

       Just came waltzing in here, announcing to the world about how you. . .

                          -- - ‘didn’t want any of this’.

Do us all a fucking favor and keep the crazed ramblings to your room.

[royceeverett-deactivated2015031]

"One of the many things a psychiatrist is taught is to never use first person pronouns between themselves and a patient. I feel, I think, I find, I’m glad, I’m proud, I’m sorry. But at this point, I’ve realized, with such a lack in progress, it doesn’t matter to you." His leg shook steadily underneath his desk, eyes never averting that of his patient’s. 

"And what you say isn’t entirely true. You don’t care about how I feel. By the title of my job, I can’t help but care about how you feel. Whether I want to care or not, you’re still my patient, you’re still the patient to an asylum, and it’s my job to work at the betterment of your well being. Make this easy on both of us, Mr. Blackwell.”

[gainesblackwell]

“You’re not wrong there . . .” Gaines murmured with a sigh, checking his nails to show how unattached he was to the sessions and to the man before him.

                          “--for once.” He then added,

                                          throwing his hands to the chair’s sides with an audible slap.

The blonde inhaled loudly, crossing and uncrossing his long legs. How long had this session even gone on? Too long.

                          “Look, doc . . . I don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be here.

                                                    Let’s just call it a day, yeah?"

[shilohwaitsforyou]

                      Well they work for me, kid. You’ll get used to hearing them soon enough; I’m everyone’s favourite.

[gainesblackwell]

I don’t have favorites.

                       And I never settle. If something doesn’t work for me, I break it further.

[angelofglendale]

                    You say that like you’ve been in one before.

                                                     Have you been in one before this one?

[gainesblackwell]

A few.

My parents mostly hired the kind that come to your house and talk...

                       --and talk...

                                    --for hours on end.