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wecan-live-forever:

Lexus was… intense, to say the least. An attention craving, beautiful young woman with an attitude that she used to intimidate. Unfortunately for those that knew her, it meant they often despised her personality but Jordyn thrived off of it, Lex was the person Jordyn aimed to be. Unrealistic ideals, but one could dream. So when Lex had been informed of a visit being permitted, she jumped at the opportunity to seek out her best friend. “I have arrived.” The brunette announced as she pushed open the doors of what appeared to be some sort of communal area. She paused to look around at the room full of unfamiliar faces. “You… Tell me where I can find Jordyn… There’s a treat if you do.” She demanded, pointing to the person she was addressing. 

With Bonnie’s condition, and the little to no progress she seemed to be making, it was even a shock to her that she had managed to make it this far with any type of sexual gratification or release; this hadn’t been a simple task, though, it had only been accomplish able through social deprivation and keeping to herself mostly. However, despite the influx of unfamiliar faces and unknown titles, she had finally given in and took to occupying the common room today — staying cooped up for so long was starting to trigger an erratic behavior within her. For a couple of minutes, the brunette flips through some pointless magazine, until a voice interrupts. “Treat?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. “Well, doll, unless that means you’re getting on your knees for me or I’m framing someone’s face, then I’m just about as interested as helping you as I am in this shit hand me down magazine.”

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dr-evelyn-tanner:

Evelyn raised her eyebrows and then cut the girl off “I’m not a therapist….” she pointed out, then gesturing to her ID badge that read ‘Infirmary’, The blonde often mistaken for being a therapist than the head of the Infirmary. “My job here is to help with any physical problems…Such as sickness or injuries. i’m sure what you’ve just said will be something that your actual therapist can help you with.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but give a little chuckle, gently shaking her head at the blonde’s words; it was now her turn to correct the doctor. Her intentions had never been to verbally discuss her problems, when she first approached the doctor, but rather to find a fix, some kind of medication or pill to fix the erratic behavior that her withdrawals were causing. “I know who you are, doc, I can read. But of course, after all, that’s why I’ve approached you — the therapists aren’t helping, can’t help, but you can. I just need you to do one little thing for me, doc, for the betterment of my mental health and the safety of this establishment.”

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dr-evelyn-tanner:

“Would you care to explain that to me again?” Evelyn wondered, the doctor a little burnt out from the busy shift in the infirmary “My apologies, I feel that my tiredness is beginning to set in…”

Bonnie released a sigh, soon after followed by an eye roll. “Listen, lady, there isn’t much to explain; I like being fucked, plain and simple — you know, everyone’s always telling me how backwards that is, how most women my age would settle down, find someone who isn’t just interested in a body or a hole, wants them genuinely and all that jazz. And you know what I say every time? Where’s the good in that? What good comes from any of that? Wanting more, emotions, developing feelings.. all leads to unnecessary stress and an increase in the broken. I’d rather be a plaything for the rest of my life, some quick fun, it’s easier that way.”

[mclindas-blog]

Olivia was still fairly new to Glendale and she already felt out of place with all the other patients seemingly younger. She didn’t have any children so she thought maybe she could be like a mother to them. She was sitting in the common room on a couch reading a new book she borrowed from the library. She spotted her wristband and sighed. She still couldn’t believe her life was currently like this. She was so lost in her book that a sudden noise made her jump and almost fall off the couch. She saw the source of it.

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Admittedly, Bonnie couldn’t feel much of anything but an overwhelming sense of regret, the realization that agreeing to attend Glendale had been a terrible mistake; in the beginning, the approval and vanquished humiliation of those she loved sounded as good as a reason as any to make the effort, agree to change, but just after a few short weeks of residing here she couldn’t help but miss her life outside. The joys of not having someone constantly tell you when to shit and piss, the lust, the sexual gratification earned, she missed every last bit of it  — for the past couple of weeks, since the brunette arrived at Glendale, she had made an effort to stay isolated from the majority, but eventually it started to occur to her that anything had to be better than sitting alone miserably and moping over the one thing that made her whole, so she took it upon herself to visit the common room. Flopping down to a dark haired beauty, she momentarily examined the novel cover, before clearing her throat a bit and arching a brow. “What’s it about? Any good?”