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{Name: Namine Bisset, 18} {Private RP Blog for the Colton Mental Hospital rp group}{NSFW Themes|Triggers will be tagged}{Diagnosis: Mild Autism, Selective Mutism,}{Level I} 

[eruditebookie-blog]

Of Service

[eruditebookie-blog]

The librarian sort of startles. Oh how did he forget that Namine was in there? He holds his chest a bit, catching his breath, a bit flighty as he was in the middle of his own thoughts and focused on the task at hand. 

    “Oh. Namine. Nothing’s wrong with them. I was just going to see if any of the other patients would like books brought to them. Since they don’t really come here anymore. Would you like to help me?” 

[lunaevolucris]

She misses that he’s startled blinking a few times before tilting her head at him, blonde spilling onto her shoulder. The task brightens her up and she nods, deciding to help him deliver books. She’d be more than happy to help him deliver them! That sounded exciting, much more fun than being bored all the time!

Affirmative noise, but then she realizes she wasn’t bored; that thought was untrue. She just needed adventure. This was that idea.

[lunaevolucris]

Sugar and Spice

[linguistix-blog1]

His hand stops, mouth just started to open and he looks to her. Brow quirking. Her hands didn’t really stop him. The strong senior could have easily broken free from her grasp and continued to eat the cookie. But he stops. Because apparently the cookies weren’t here to eat. Which he thought was strange. But either way he places the unfrosted Santas back down, though now it was headless. It was dry anyway. 

[lunaevolucris]

Colors are soon put in front of him once she lets go of his arm and poor Santa!! His head was bitten off! She makes a sad noise and pushes the cookie to the side, putting a new one down and showing him the colors. Its a signal, really; he has to paint them before he eats them! She signs that to him, hoping he understands.

[eruditebookie-blog]

Of Service

Things have been very slow. The librarian was almost tempted to go to the patients and ask if they wanted any books. Maybe that would be nice? Was he allowed to do that? Getting this idea, Syliph begins loading up the check out cart with books of this and that genre, hopefully having a good selection so that he could cart down the hallways and give books to those should they want them.  

[lunaevolucris]

Namine is coloring away in her sketchbook in the library when she hears its librarian getting to work. Scribbling out her question in the corner of her art, the blonde makes her way over to see him loading a cart of books.

Cue her staring at them, very much confused. Scratches out her how are you? and writes, in its place, What’s wrong with the books?

[lunaevolucris]

The others soon move on their way, Namine relieved and simply staying there for the moment, relishing in his touch, his embrace. “Missed you.” She whispers while looking up at him, repeats it a few times, then blushes and hides her face again.

[lunaevolucris]

Cue a loud squeal, others stepping out of the way as she all but barrels into her boyfriend, hugging him tightly and burying her face into his chest.

@sonofbtk

[lunaevolucris]

Forever Waiting {Open}

[xeha-mehra-blog]

Oh…So that was the problem. How was Xeha going to break the news to the girl? “No, I haven’t seen them. No one has arrived or called in to schedule a visit. I’m sorry, Namine.” She said gently though the disappointment will still probably be crushing.

[lunaevolucris]

Xeha could probably pinpoint the exact moment that the girls’ heart breaks. When her eyes lose that hopeful glimmer and begin to fill with tears, though she rubs them with the sleeve of her tunic, unable to meet the doctor’s gaze again. “Oh.” Her first word in a while, very soft, almost inaudible. Her mother promised her when she dropped her off that she’d visit around holiday time, and it was holiday time and she wasn’t coming? It was a dreaded feeling of finality that Namine wanted to ignore so badly, but it was creeping up her spine like a spider.

Hiding behind her book, the soft keen of noise was unmistakable as she was trying to hide the tears that began to fall.

[lunaevolucris]

Sugar and Spice

[linguistix-blog1]

Stan sits down, looking at the tray of bare cookies. They were shaped like deer and sleighs and…well what’s that one supposed to be? Oh. It’s upside down. Santa? Probably. He picks one up, bringing it to his mouth ready to eat it as is. His family wasn’t so big on the whole Christmas activities. They exchanged presents, sure. But that was about all the expenses they could afford. That and ingredients for his mother’s famous chicken pot pie. He bites the head off one of the Santas. 

[lunaevolucris]

Cue a soft noise of distress as she’s beginning to make her color choices for the sleigh she’s starting. She’s just noticed he’s picking one up and its not even iced!! How could he eat them now! With reflexes that are more condition-based than anything she’s grabbed onto his arm and is shaking her head, trying to dissuade him from eating the Santa before he colors it. Thats what he’s here for, and working with her on! 

[lunaevolucris]

Forever Waiting {Open}

[xeha-mehra-blog]

Nothing really gave away that she was worried other than her eyes. Xeha moved to sit down next to the blond. “You seem worried about something.” She pressed though she assumed the girl wouldn’t answer.

[lunaevolucris]

Cue a soft whine, the girl looking down to her books and scribbling out a question. She hides behind the text, holding the book up.

Have you seen mama and papa? They were suppose to come to day.

[youlookprettyfvckinglow]

Forever Waiting {Open}

[youlookprettyfvckinglow]

Ingrid smiled softly, nodding as he gently pat Nam’s head. “Yeah, probably.” He replied sweetly. 

[lunaevolucris]

Namine pushes her head into his hand. He’s one of the few she trusts with her hair, with patting of the head. The doctors...its necessary, says her mother. With him, he’s her friend, and it’s okay. I hope she does come, she writes, Papa’d want proof that im getting better and friends like you would show him I am. 

[youlookprettyfvckinglow]

Forever Waiting {Open}

[youlookprettyfvckinglow]

Ingrid smiled softly, shaking his head a little. “No thank you, Nam, I just ate.” He replied sweetly, lying with ease; lying had become so ease. “I’m sure she will, but sometimes, stuff happens, y’know? Mine promised to come every holiday since I’ve been here, and it’s been just over a year now.” He laughed softly.

[lunaevolucris]

She believes him, because she’s always believed Ingrid. He’s never lied to her before, and he’s nice. More scribbles. If she not come holiday, can see any day? Or special time?

[scalpelsandsutures-blog]

Christmas Cookies || Open

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The doctor was in a fairly good mood. This was one of the few things he enjoyed about the holidays. He had good memories about this kind of thing from his parents. He watched Namine grab one of everything sprinkle wise. So far she had gathered more cookies than anyone else, and she’d probably end up decorating them all, which was all right. The doctor continued to frost his cookies in absurd colors and sprinkle combinations.

[lunaevolucris]

Once the blonde gets into the rhythm, she is going. The cookies are all perfectly iced, the tree-shaped ones getting various styles and colors but all of them still ‘properly colored’. Each is placed on a pan so the icing can harden, and the blonde tucks her hair behind her ear at one point, intent on finishing her work.

[lunaevolucris]

Forever Waiting {Open}

[xeha-mehra-blog]

Xeha saw the patient waiting for something, or maybe something, so she walked over to the girl. “Is everything all right, Namine?”

[lunaevolucris]

Head tilts, and the little one places the plate of cookies off to the side, nodding her head, mum despite her eyes revealing her concern. Yes, she’s A-OK, Miss doctor. Nothing to worry about here.

[youlookprettyfvckinglow]

Forever Waiting {Open}

Ingrid always kept that soft spot for Nam, no matter how bitter and grumpy he grew. He paused when he saw his little drawing buddy, frowning, before sitting down beside her slowly. “Parents didn’t show up?” He questioned softly. “Neither did mine.”

[lunaevolucris]

Ingrid was always welcome company, flashed a brief smile before it disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Books on her lap, and she opens it, scribbling. 

Mama promised. Said she come see me. Maybe traffic? Not mean to be late. Sure she’ll come--always keeps her promise.

The writing, though...there’s that pinch of awareness that causes slight tremble, and she looks at her plate of cookies, then at Ingrid. 

In small letters underneath, she writes, Want cookie, Ingrid?

[scalpelsandsutures-blog]

Christmas Cookies || Open

[scalpelsandsutures-blog]

Yes, she’s okay for judging him on his choice of color for his reindeer and all the other cookies on his plate. He laughed, so she had nothing to worry about. The doctor let her take one of the reindeer cookies. Really she could pick up a bunch of other cookies too. The kitchen staff head made an absurd amount of cookies, and there was no way that all of them were going to be frosted or eaten. “Did you get some sprinkles too?” He asked.

[lunaevolucris]

The laugh was kind, and soon she was giggling too, everything sorting itself out in her head. Plate piled high, she’ll have the record for most cookies decorated out of everyone, staff included! Once she sets her cookies down, he reminds her and she gasps; can’t forget those! Soon her station looks like--and is like--she took one of every little thing and set it down. Now she didn’t have to distract herself! There’s the cookie in front of her, the reindeer. She picks the beige icing and gets to work frosting it properly. Like reindeer should be.

[lunaevolucris]

Sugar and Spice

[linguistix-blog1]

He had been sort of spacing out as he was standing there. They were told to meet down here for some…event. So he was standing outside the kitchen. Not sure really why they were there. He hadn’t payed much attention to what the head nurse or doctor or..whoever it even was that made the announcement. 

Stan is pulled from his thoughts when he notices someone waving at him, beckoning with arm gestures. He squints a bit, his vision not all that great and he really should get glasses, but he could see the blond hair and not brown, he’s pretty sure that’s the odd quiet one. Not Terres. He walks over her way, noticing that she seemed excited about..something. The kitchen smelled..well pretty good, and on the table frosting and decorations 

[lunaevolucris]

He’s on his way over! Yay! The blonde cheers, and then scampers off, returning back with a plate of cookies which she sets in front of him. There is a nurse or two who are curiously observing, young and old patient side by side, but Namine pays them no mind. She makes soft sounds, like chirps, picking a blue color and holding it out to him for one of the circle-shaped cookies. She’s brought every single color the kitchen possesses, just for her. And him to work on, she can’t forget Stan!

[lunaevolucris]

Forever Waiting {Open}

...They have to come visit her for the holidays. She made her mama cookies and has a good report card and everything. 

[lunaevolucris]

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

Yes. Namine has many times. Its when she overstims and the world becomes too loud that she has to step back, take a break.