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kass-mcnabb:
She nodded. “I see… Well, you’re here now. No more need to be on the streets.” She smiled a bit.
“It’s better off on the streets, actually. I feel like a PRISONER, who’s committed no crimes --- Okay, I’ve stolen before, but only because I was starved.”
kass-mcnabb:
Kass nodded. “Wow… That’s nuts.” She paused for a moment. “Any idea what happened to your parents?” she asked.
“No. And to be honest with you, I don’t much care. I mean, if they cared about me in the first place, they wouldn’t have just abandoned me on the streets.”
kass-mcnabb:
Kass shrugged. “I say it counts for something, but not as a real room… abandoned hotels and buildings?” she asked. She wondered what sort of past this girl had. “Why were you staying there?”
She smirked, a mischievous yet still friendly glint in her eye. “Don’t test me, doll, I’m a biter.”
“Technically, I was born on the STREETS. I had no parents, house or anything. See, Russian climate is very cold, so I couldn’t sleep outside, unless I wanted to freeze to death. Abandoned hotels and buildings were my only choice. I once found a furnished room, with a nice bed too.”
isabelleloverson:
As the tall, blonde woman passed by the door portal and entered the unknown chamber, her blue eyes slowly scanned the bedroom. She seemed lost, to say the least. Confusion was evident in her expression and her physical reactions seemed to come with some delay to respond to any stimulation. Her head whipped toward the sound where the stranger’s voice came from, her body spinning with it to turn and face the unbeknown patient.
“Oh… Sh - fuck. Sorry, thought I was getting in the right room… Except these doors all look the same and they keep changing the names hanging on ‘em, don’t they? Guess this ain’t my room - well, obviously it ain’t my room.” Her hand met her forehead as she rolled back her eyes and scoffed at the clearness of her statement. She was rambling. Isabelle was a rambler. She would often digress out loud about things in an attempt to lighten the often heavy atmosphere in the asylum. But on that particular day, they were caused by a stronger dose of antidepressants and tranquilizers. The last events in the blonde’s life led the medical staff to keep a closer look at her, as well as do anything they could to quiet the patient down - whom they judged to be a threat to no one but herself.
Stumbling further into the room, she had a scowl on her face, caused by the strangeness of the bedroom. Isabelle was still trying to reassure herself that was, indeed, somebody else’s dormitory and not her own. As her eyes passed by the brunette, a sudden smile sprung on her lips and she stretched out her hand out of the blue, voice as light and blissful as a spring morning. “I’m Belle!”
Were other patients allowed to just walk into one another’s room? Wasn’t that dangerous, depending on each person’s mental illness? Shaula could only assume that the ones dangerous were kept seperately, in order to provide safety. Or, not --- ? Honestly, she had no idea how that Madhouse functioned & she had no intention of staying long enough to find out.She did not belong in an Asylum; she was not mad, just lonely & sometimes a little depressed. Or so she told herself.
There had to be a real reason she was sent there ---
The woman who had entered the room was most deffinitely not her roommate. The therapist who had brought her there had told her she would be staying alone for the time being. Well, thank the heavens... She wouldn’t want to be stuck in the same room with a complete stranger.
She hesitatingly reached out, sharing a quick handshake with her new acquaintance; hazel eyes lingering on her. Shaula wondered what her reason was for being in here, but she knew it would be most rude to ask.
“I’m Shaula.”
kass-mcnabb:
She smiled, taking a seat next to the girl and getting comfortable. “Best of luck, that would be pretty grand.” She looked around the room. “So this is all yours, huh? If you ever get bored and want someone to hang with, i’m just down the hall. I don’t bite… hard.” She joked.
“I guess --- I mean, I’ve never had a real room before. Unless abandoned hotels & buildings count.” she shrugged. Shaula had absolutely no shame admitting that she was born on the streets. That was her REALITY, after all.
“Bite me? I’d love to see you try ---”
kass-mcnabb:
Kass gave the girl a small smile. “That’s so cool… Do you remember much about it?” she inquired, shutting the door behind her and stepping closer to Shaula’s bed. She nodded at the edge of the bed. “May I sit?” She could tell that the other would take time to open up, but that wasn’t a problem for Kass. She knew these things took time; she could be patient.
“Met your roommate yet?”
“Well, yes & no.” she shrugged. “I’ve only seen Moscow so far, but I’m hoping to explore more, as soon as I’m outta here ---” because she was getting out of that fucked place.
She nodded, scooting to make more space for the other. “I don’t seem to have one.”
charlotte-kenzington:
Charlotte raised an eyebrow and looked the girl up and down. “As a matter of fact, you are actually looking like you need help. Aren’t you ashamed of looking like that in public. Just know that you do have a choice. You don’t have to look like that, doll.”
“Listen up, sweet pea. Unless you want the docs to never find your remains, you had better watch that mouth of yours.”
kass-mcnabb:
Kass could tell that Shaula wasn’t feeling the most sociable. Why should she? She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to be social during their first day at a mad house like Eichen. She remembered staying in bed and crying for most of their day and assumed perhaps the other girl would feel the same way.
“Your accent is pretty. I’m Kass, by the way… I can go if you want some time to be alone…?” she asked. She figured that there would be plenty of time to get to know her if she wasn’t up to it just yet; she preferred to not be pushy with the other patients unless they were asking for it.
Shaula couldn’t remember the last time she had shed a tear. If anything, living on the streets had taught her to be tough. Crying & cursing life was not going to improve it; it was up to her to make it better. Just like back then, when her family was arrested, she was caught up in a tight situation. The other seemed friendly enough, despite being stuck in a Madhouse. Perhaps she had given up, already ---
“Spasibo --- I was born in Russia, or so I assume.” she replied, cracking the smallest smile. She wasn’t a bad person; just hard to open up to others. “As long as you don’t touch my stuff & close the door ---”
kass-mcnabb:
It had been a long day for Kass and it was nowhere near over. A short nap’ll help me get over this… she thought to herself, wandering down the corridor. She opened the door in front of her, ready to sink into her bed… except this was definitely not her room and the girl in front of her was definitely not her roommate.
Kass bit her bottom lip before responding to the question. “Uh, no… Just walked into the wrong room, I guess.” She turned to leave but paused for a minute in the door frame. “You’re the new girl, aren’t you?” she asked, turning back to face the young woman that sat before her. Kass always enjoyed getting to know the new people that came to Eichen; it was honestly a guilty pleasure of hers. “I’m Kass… who are you?”
Shaula was not the most sociable of individuals & it was certain that she had no interest in making friends in a place like this. Ridiculous. If they were in there, she had better keep her distances & mind her own business, before she got in some kind of severe trouble. She had an act, you see... For getting in trouble. Whether it was because she stole from the local SuperMarket or got caught into a fist fight, it was always trouble.
She could only hope that the other patients wouldn’t pay any attention to her either. Maybe she could get out sometime soon --- Then she would be FREE.
The stranger woman turned to leave, but to Shaula’s disappointment, she turned back & introduced herself. First acquaintance already; great. Then again, she expected everyone to question the new girl. “I’m Shaula.” she replied, with a heavy foreign accent.
She had never expected to miss living on the streets ---
She had always wondered what sleeping inside a warm building was; what it felt to be safe behind walls & closed doors. Though, to be honest, an Asylum was not what she had in mind. Suddenly, being alone didn’t seem so bad; being nothing but a beggar was a lot better than being a prisoner.
Feeling IMPRISONED wasn’t even the worst about this place --- Why the hell was she locked up in an Asylum. She was sure as hell she wasn’t mad... Was she? Going through what she had could definitely harm one’s mentality, but Shaula felt as healthy as ever; despite some minor bruises here and there.
At least, she had a room for herself. She had feared she would have to share a room with another & that would be insufferable, to say the least. Being alone was what she was used to. Having to share with another had never crossed her mind. The sound of the door creaking open caught the newbie’s attention & a pair of hazel eyes shot up, to meet the uninvited guest.
“Can I help you --- ? ”
charlotte-kenzington:
“Do I look like I need your help? I know where I’m going.”
“As a matter of fact, I wasn’t offering HELP ---”