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Her small hands curled around her own coffee, Lexie stared down at the table. In the dim lighting of the barely populated cafeteria, her headache was beginning to recede. The reduced level of noise should have helped as well, but she felt increasingly tense in the silence until Hamlet spoke again. “No, we’re not. It’s always been easy to tell us apart, at least to people who know us well.”

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he stared at his monochrome reflection atop the oily coffee. he did not look up as he spoke, “mentally as well. i...wish she was with someone more stable and supportive than me. a guy who doesn’t have to take seven pills a day to function without slitting his wrists or something equally stupid. it would be healthier for her. not to be with me. although i suppose i’m a better option than Jamie.” He joked, offering a half-smile.

#powerhungrynarcissist

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Lexie nodded with a shaky sigh. “This is different, from everything. It’s been bad for a while, but I never imagined it getting to this.” She glanced up at the screens above the bed, and felt as though her lungs were constricting as she read the still dishearteningly low numbers. “I don’t think your uncle would survive without him, either.” Her step father and Hamlet’s father were somewhere nearby in the hall, with the other adults. Her own guilt was eating at her conscience. Lexie knew she had been a factor in Anna’s downward spiral, and bitterly resented herself for it. Thinking of the Ross brother’s reactions, she blanched- Jamie’s sad, weary eyes and Judah Todd’s distress proved to be too much for her to even think about, let alone actually confront as she’d have to soon.

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for half an hour he said nothing. nor did he move beyond the soothing -to him or to the medically induced coma patient?? -motions. periodically he hummed fur elise as his heart yearned to see soft blue eyes smiling at his poor attempt at being musical. bones cracked and popped as he sat up from the uncomfortable position. he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, finding a simple pleasure in rubbing them completely raw. “come on then.” he kicked the chair back and stood up, “let’s get some coffee before tweedle dee and tweedle stupid get here. i dont want to deal with it.” he fished some crinkled bills from his grass stained jeans. “I’ll buy.”

the hospital cafeteria was a sad, mushy place with even mushier ladies with pitying looks on their pliant play-doh faces. he took the black coffee with a murmur of ‘yeah, cool, thanks i guess.’ and sat in a corner. his leg bounced under the table. he stared at Lexie for long, tense minutes. “you and her aren’t that similar.”

#powerhungrynarcissist

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He’s running in color! Yay!

Now on to animating everything else.. More coming soon!

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Her clear blue-green eyes were beginning to water in the harsh fluorescent lights of the glass-walled room, and Lexie pinched the bridge of her nose, willing away the beginnings of a stress headache. The room was quiet besides the noise of the monitoring equipment attached to her twin. For the seventh time, she compulsively smoothed the white blankets over Annalise’s motionless form, biting her lower lip. Her gaze returned to the boy sitting across the bed from her. He looked a mess, though Lexie supposed she did too, she’d been battling tears intermittently throughout the entire ordeal and was still fighting to hold herself together. Their eyes met and and she sighed, unsure of what to say- if there was anything to say at this point, anyways. “It was nice of your dad to come.” She murmured genuinely, deciding on a neutral statement. She and Hamlet had never gotten along, but Lexie valued their apparent truce in a crisis.

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a filthy mantra of this is my fault fuck, if i hadn’t left for france then maybe, fuck how could i do this to her?? she was suffering how did i not see it, how did i of all the useless and pathetic flesh bags of the world not notice when i pulled the same shit? fuck this is all my fault my uncle is going to hate me, Alexia is going to hate me more and Jams, shit Jams and Jude- spun around in his chaotic mind. he felt shaky and ill as if he could remove a full week’s worth of food from his stomach and intestines. At the same time, all at once. In other words, he felt like shit.

defeated, he rested is heavy head on the bed. glossy eyes staring up at Annalise’s still face. he smiled. she looked so angelic and at peace. none of the usual worries marred her pretty face as the troubles of the world couldn’t reach her in dreamland. Hamlet sniffled, viciously wiping at falling tears and he lovingly stroked her arm.

“i wouldn’t survive without him. he knows how handle this.” watery eyes pathetically glanced through long, black cow lashes. his voice was barely a hoarse whisper. “Alexia, this sucks. i didn’t get it until now but this...it sucks.”

#powerhungrynarcissist

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He was right, but she didn’t quite care to admit that. Hamlet’s enthusiasm seemed like it would have to be enough for both of his less energetic friends, as neither of the others had a very strong response to his lament. “What do you propose?” Anna inquired, running a hand through her tangled sunlight colored tresses.

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To his friends, his audience, he turned in a full circle to address the two. Jamie, his Horatio, and Annalise, his true Ophelia, listening with rapt attention. Just the way he preferred.

“I propose,” The mug of black tea shattered on the dark hardwood. Hamlet stepped over the shards into the kitchen and grabbed Jamie by the shoulders. The little boy found himself being shaken viciously, “We trash the world.”

#jamsicles #medicatedpixie

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The shout jolted the sensory-sensitive pixie, her sleepy eyes snapped open at the sound of her apparently manic boyfriend’s voice and she winced as hot tea spilled over the edge of the mug onto her hands. “It’s too early!” Anna protested, attempting to glare while simultaneously giggling at Jamie, who had fallen off the sofa.

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✨ Jamie sighed pathetically at the fallen hot chocolate having managed to save exactly none of it. For a bit of revenge, he mopped it up with a blanket and shuffled to the kitchen with a glare o’ death at his lame friend. “I hatecha.”

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“Yes, yes too early. Hate, blah, blah blaaaah.” Hamlet sipped his tea. He thought that the ruination of his friends respective drinks was worth the shock. People needed a bit of a jumpstart to actually live. Especially these two lumps. “What are we doing?” He exclaimed, “We are wasting our times, our very life essence by sleeping in. We deny the outside world by hiding in this cubic hole! I say fuck early, fuck sleeping in. Let’s get out and do something meaningful. Lest we die unfulfilled, dreaming in that death of a life better spent. Who IS WITH ME?”

#jamsicles #medicatedpixie

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Ugh, indeed. Anna had closed her eyes again after texting her boyfriend with a plea for tea, determined to shut out the light flooding the flat. She opened her bleary, blue-green eyes and took the mug and the pills with a sleepy, grateful smile to Hamlet. “Thank you, love.” The pills were downed with her first sip of the steaming tea.

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“Eh.” Meant you’re welcome in too-meh-to-care speak. Back in the kitchen, he prepare his own black tea and hot chocolate for the intruder on his couch. Said intruder snapped the cup away with an overly tattooed hand and retreated into another pile of meh-blankets and fuck-it-all-pillows. A light sipping sound came from the depths. Hamlet stood in the living/dining room, scratching at his collar bone for approximately ten minutes. Ten minutes before the evil took hold.

A deep breath- “COCK-A-DOODLE-FUCKING-DOO!!” He screamed earning two curses -one vulgar and one shoot! He cackled

#medicatedpixie #jamsicles

U G H !! If there ever was a time to question the purpose of waking up, it was now. Everything right down to his black pill container was too d a m n b r i g h t. He shoved the five pills into his glorious face hole while pouring hot water into mugs. Walking around the corner, Hamlet handed a handmade mug of jasmine tea and two, tiny blue pills to his blanket mound -er, girlfriend.

“Oi, kitten.” He tapped the edge of the cup against a frizzy pile of gold. “Take the handle. It’s burning my hand.”

#medicatedpixie

[text: Hamlet] Bring me tea?? <3

{sms: Ophelia} Jasmine, earl grey, or English breakfast?

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Basic

Name: Simon Hamlet William Holmes

Nicknames/Alias: Hamlet, Hammy, Hamster

Age: 19

Birthday: 11/12

Father: Quentin Holmes

Mother: Surrogate, Holly Cavendash

Siblings: None

Family: Sherrinford Holmes [Uncle], Mycroft Holmes [Uncle], Sherlock Holmes [Uncle], Carlee Holmes [Eh], Alexia & Annalise Holmes[step-cousins], Maxwell Holmes [step-cousin]

Spouse/Significant other: Annalise Holmes

Mental Illness: Manic Depression [DSM-V] formally Bipolar Disorder

Mania symptoms include periods of elevated mood or irritability. When experiencing a manic episode, a patient often has high energy levels with reduced need for sleep. Less often, people may experience psychosis. Depression symptoms include feeling sad, low energy, low motivation, or loss of interest in previously enjoyable activities.People may experience:

Mood: anger, anxiety, apathy, apprehension, euphoria, general discontent, guilt, hopelessness, inability to feel pleasure, loss of interest, mood swings, sadness, or elevated mood

Cognitive: delusion, lack of concentration, racing thoughts, slowness in activity and thought, unwanted thoughts, or false belief of superiority

Behavioral: aggression, agitation, crying, excess desire for sex, hyperactivity, impulsivity, irritability, risky behavior, or self-harm

Psychological: agitated depression, depression, manic episode, or paranoia

Sleep: difficulty falling asleep or excess sleepiness

Weight: weight gain or weight loss

Whole body: fatigue or restlessness

Also common: rapid and frenzied speaking

Pets: Two rats; Macbeth and Richard III

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