dance it out

we have to dance it out

[karlieklosschile]

[heather-greene]

What's your go to method to calm someone?

Unfortunately, I’m not a super comforting or touchy person, so I usually avoid conflict. I should probably brush up on the bedside manner before I get a real job. But with my friends, I just talk to them and hold them. 

[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

“That’s not the case. I’m bitching about something that could potentially affect my health.” Cole raised an eyebrow. They weren’t insulting anyone. “I’m not insulting anyone. I’m just pointing out statistics and trends of mental hospitals being closed down or patients being released early and wrongly.”

“I understand, I just don’t want you to worry too much, because I feel sure it would have been addressed if it was an ongoing problem.” Heather pushed the door to the garden open and leaned on it. “The poor operation of mental healthcare in this country, along with the general downward direction it’s currently taking does not invalidate the hard work and compassion of many of its employees.”

[heather-greene]

what was pepper like outside of these walls?

There’s more than one answer to this. Before Hanna died, she was so much fun. We used to go shopping, all of us together and she picked such great clothes. She was all lively and funny and tried so hard to keep the sad part of her separate and hidden. One time, Hanna texted me a video of the two of them having a super sexual dance party and said it was a sex tape, oh my god, they were so into it. We all had so many inside jokes. Then when she died, the sadness-- thinly cloaked everything. She’s still the same person, just harder to see sometimes. She was less capable of hiding what was wrong, and needed-- patience and love. So I always gave it to her, even though it left almost none for anyone else. She’s my friend. And she’s still pretty much the same, but she’s getting better, I think.

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[heather-greene]

milosinclair:

“Don’t get me wrong, it was fun at first. I took a lot of naps on those showroom couches since it was basically the only time I had the opportunity to sleep but after everything started to get too busy and not enough paid, I quit. I just hope this place doesn’t end up like that.” Milo huffed weakly and rolled his eyes. So far it had been okay at least. “Wait, what?” The eye-roll turned into a frown of confusion. Homecoming was something he had heard of but never attended, that wasn’t the point of his confusion though. “That sounds terrifying. Feels like I should throw out every second-hand thing I’ve bought. And, uh –” The small brunette averted his eyes and made a face, scratching his wrist when he found the words to say. “I’m not from around here so I have no clue what you’re talking about. I just moved here from Vegas two weeks ago and I barely find my  way around my neighborhood.”

“Oh, wow. I think I’d be hesitant to sit or lie down on anything there, considering you don’t know who else has been there, but I’m sure it was a nice way to spend your time on the clock.” Heather nodded with wide eyes. “I know, it’s horrible. Doesn’t even sound plausible, but it seemed legit. I looked it up, and it’s possible, so. Pretty worrisome. But you should be fine as long as you wash all of it. Get the embalming fluid out. And random hairs.” She raised her eyebrows and gave another nod. “Oh. It’s just a big store made up of artists’ vendors. You could get a taxi to the one at Chelsea Market, if you don’t know how to get there.”

[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

“That’s a stupid thing to say. If I wasn’t honestly concerned about it I wouldn’t be bitching so hard about it, now would I? As long as it gets looked into.” They shot back. Cole hated being so angry about small things like mold. But they had picked up on the nitpicking over the reasons. Picked up character traits and such. “People doing their best doesn’t seem to go far in mental institutions if you pay attention to trends or anything at all having to do with them.”

“Sometimes people bitch about things because they want to bitch about things. Like I said, I’m simply trying to help. There’s no need to speak to me like that.” Heather sighed slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t see what benefits come of insulting people who want to help you.”

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[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

“Obviously not, but they aren’t supposed to smell of mold. Mold has a very distinct smell and I recognize it when I smell it. Unless you guys have some mold scented candles burning.” They threw their eyebrows. “I highly doubt it, but whatever.”

“Well, no. If you’re honestly concerned, I’ll tell someone to check it out. Doubt there’s much of a mold problem, though.” Heather held her hands up. “I’m just trying to help. There are people here doing their best.”

[heather-greene]

milosinclair:

“God no, not IKEA. I worked in one of those for three weeks and I went crazy. Do you know how many middle aged people ask you to come to their place to assemble a lamp? Like, one, but the questions are still so weird. Never putting a foot in an IKEA ever again. But you have a point. Maybe there’s a thrift shop nearby. Or a flea market. You know any good ones?”

“It can be fun. I got my bed at IKEA, except the mattress. And a mirror. Working anywhere will ruin it for you, I think.” Heather shook her head quickly. “You don’t want to get one from a thrift store. I had a teacher who went to homecoming with this girl who got her dress from a thrift store. It had been on a body at a wake and the embalming fluid seeped into her skin and she died. There’s a store you can find near SoHo and the Chelsea area, Artists & Fleas. That’s the closest thing to a flea market I know of.”

[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

“Yes, I’m pretty new here. I don’t want it to get to the point where I don’t notice it, I want someone to fix it.” They fired back, shaking their head. “Gross. I’d take bleach over mold and shit though.” They mumbled as they walked with her.

“I know it’s unpleasant, but it is a hospital. Most of them don’t smell good. And I highly doubt there’s any mold, as that would be a health code violation.” Heather didn’t appreciate the tone, but she didn’t want to get impatient. “I doubt this is to be expected normally, or the staff would be complaining, too. Maybe once you return, it’ll be taken care of.”

[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

Yes, they had made that clear. But it was just a fact and it made their skin crawl. “Not really. I’m not an outside person. But anything to get away from the smell.”

“Are you new here? I’ve been told that most patients don’t notice it after a while. However, when I visited before, it smelled like bleach, so perhaps this is a new development.” Heather started to walk toward the garden.

[heather-greene]

colesohinki:

Cole jumped when the woman addressed him. They hadn’t even seen her. “I really hope so. This is gross.”

“Yes, you’ve made that clear.” Heather ran a hand through her hair. “Would you rather go outside? I’m sure it smells better there, even in the city.”

[colesohinki-blog]

“This place is gross…” Cole was mostly talking to themselves “It smells like mold and shit.” They whimpered, scratching their arm uncomfortably.

[heather-greene]

“Oh, I’ve noticed. But that doesn’t mean we have to talk about it. I believe we have a semi-new janitor, so I’m sure it’s... being taken care of.”

[milosinclair-deactivated2017093]

“Anyone wanna help me smuggle this couch back to my place? Fuck if I wouldn’t give my left kidney for a sofa like this, would make Netflix and chill so much more comfortable.”

[heather-greene]

“Seriously? You can do better. No black market organ transactions required. There’s an IKEA in Brooklyn. This one smells weird. Trust me, you have other options.”

[sunshinekarliekloss]

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[karlieupdates]