Wired Wrong

✯I'm --uh-- Ha-Ha-Harper, Jon-Jonathan H-Harper. I'm eigh-eighteen years old and I'm come-completely bro-broken. Not ruu-rude, ju-just per-per--um--perpetually nerve-nervous.

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annamarsden:

He was right there. Anna hadn’t seen him since what felt like forever. The last moment they had together (or at least the one she remembered most vividly) had managed to mentally shake her up a bit. But now he was here, no chaos erupting around them, no monsters and demons separating them from one another. She took a few hesitant steps forward before knocking on the wall she was leaning against. “You like the yellow ones, too?” She asked, noting the way the boy tossed every other one into the trash. “That’s—good choice.” She added shyly, looking down.

In between a purple and a pink one he popped one of the hoarded yellow ones into his mouth. He rubbed his hands together and picked another little heart up and wondered what the '1 4 3' meant, his attention was drawn from the heart to the knocking and he just sort of nodded his response to Anna. He wanted to say sorry for the mess of a ball and losing her but his mouth didn't want to form those words. " Al-also la-like the white o-ones. Bu-but th-they don't ca-come in the ba-box any-anymore. " Was what he said instead giving her a little smile. " Wa-want sssome? " Jonathan asked. Anything to just keep her there, maybe the words that refused to work for him at the moment would fall into line soon enough.

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atticusparker:

[Atticus was very tempted to remain on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but the part of his head where the object hit — because he was sometimes as fragile as a teacup — was starting to pound, and he just kind of liked laying there. Instead, however, he mumbled another sound of pain and shifted so that he was sitting criss-coss applesauce in the hallway, with messy hair and a slowly forming headache and wide, blinking eyes] Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry. [looking down with a frown, he picked up the small object and found it to be a small, candy head. Now he felt even more foolish; a small candy heart was what jumpstarted his headache?] Is this—? [he looked up at the boy, holding the heart and frowning] You were tossing candy hearts into a trashcan?

Good. Good. Good. He was alright, or she said he was fine. Which was close enough. Jonathan gave sheepish little smile and single little nod of his head as a sign to say he had heard him. Now he was a back to switching his weight from foot to foot and v=chewing on his lip like a child that had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. He nodded his head several times. " Yea. " Was the single word that finally left his mouth. " Mmmmy sis-sister Gabby sssent me a-a carepackage for Va-Val-V-Day. And-and sent ta-twelve ba-boxes of tha-them for fra-friends. " Jonathan went on pausing to suck in air, it was frustrating listening to himself talk and heavens above knew just how nervous he was. " But. I only rea-really ha-have one friend. And I-I da-don't kna-know if she-she'd ack-accept a box of them. And I only real-really eat the ba-banana ones. " That was it that's all he had to say and he let out a sigh when it was all said.

[maximoffchildren]

don’t you worry, don’t you worry now (insp)

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atticusparker:

[Atticus had been wandering blindly — not the best decision in the dark of the asylum, but hey, he had to find Dr. Michaelson, and he’d heard the owner was somewhere deeper in — attempting to find his way through halls he’d barely glimpsed when he nearly tripped over a trashcan. (Not so) Gracefully, he stumbled and landed just beside it, flat on his stomach, and felt something small pelt him in the head] Owww… [rubbing the top of his head, and mussing his hair in the process, he collapsed, defeated and embarrassed, on the floor, the trash can seemingly his only friend]

His mouth was open and Jonathan looked more like a fish trying to breath rather than a human. He killed him. He'd been the one to set the trashcan out and now that person was on the ground and the little purple heart was flying straight at his head and he'd killed him and - dead people don't say ow. Chewing on his lower lip Jonathan put the box beside his pillow, " Hey. " He called out before moving a little more to get off his bed, standing in the middle of the room he tried to get a better look at the other from his place not quite willing to get any closer, " Are ya-you all-alright? " Dumb question but the only dumb question he had to ask. It would be something if he said sorry at some point or actually go over help the guy to his feet, but he stayed put shifting from foot to foot nervously.

[mrjharper-blog]

Gabby's Valentine's Day care package had finally arrived ten days late. Their was a picture that his niece had drawn for him(and was now waiting on the desk to be hung up), a note from his sister taped to a heart shaped box of assorted chocolates, and at least a dozen or so boxes of the chalky sweethearts(so he could spread the love and make friends in the asylum). He wasn't going to pass them out, he couldn't pass them out considering he could barely get words out of his mouth and the people here sometimes scared him. Setting up the little trashcan just outside the door he ripped open the first package and tossed the little hearts into it from his bed only really sparing the yellow ones. Some made it and some didn't, it wasn't exactly a fun little sport just simply something to do.

[vexed-charlie]

Happy No Birthday

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vexed-charlie:

Huh, I forgot about my own Birthday.

" How'd ya-you manage to do sa-something like th-that? "

" Ca-could say Ha-Happy Unba-Unbirthday. La-like the Mmmad Ha-hatter. "

[demaraishelps]

[mrjharper-blog]

And at last I see the light And it’s like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it’s like the sky is new And it’s warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once everything looks different Now that I see you

- I See The Light(from Tangled)

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natalie-vega:

Natalie chewed on her lower lip, taking an even farther inspection of the broken piece. Natalie took notice of his shoulders falling, and something in her felt empathetic. It had to have something of meaning to him if it evoked that reaction. ”Hmm, well you did fuck it up.” Light humor still lingering in her voice, “but good news is….I think I can make it work well enough.” She looked up and smiled at him, “you could start with a name, I think that’s a good start.”

Hmm was something hopefully, hmm had his attention again hoping for something good to come from the other. His gaze went down for a moment, he really had did a number on the poor thing. " Re-really? " Jonathan questioned looking at her again, " Mmmy na-name? It's Jon-Jonathan Harper. "

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natalie-vega:

Wait, what? You want me to fix it?[Natalie stared down at the broken pieces before her, inspecting it for a moment before laughing.] Man, you fucked it up.

Jonthan nodded his head vigorously and the others question and waited for her to look it over bouncing from one foot to the other. His shoulders fell when she laughed. " I wa-was ha-hoping you'd ssssay something da-different." Jonathan finally said with a huff. " Wh-what do ya-you think I sha-should do..? "

[cvspian-deactivated20160623]

"I love what I do. And I ask myself that question from time to time, whether I still love it or why am I still doing it, and I realize it’s because I do love it. And if I ever stopped, I’d stop acting and go for something else I do love."

[mrjharper-blog]

And my love is my whole being And I've shared what I could But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own Don't break his heart Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own Don't break his heart

[brokenliammason]

"It’s a song."

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"Oh. It's nice. Wh-what's it k-called?"

[joshua-sinclair]

Joshua heard a boys voice and he turned until he saw the person that it belonged to. “Sure. Go ahead.” He said with a smile as he looked at him and walked towards him slowly. “What can I help you with?”

[mrjharper-blog]

Jonathan gave a single nod of his head, he wasn't sure why maybe to acknowledge the fact he'd been acknowledged. He honestly wasn't sure about a lot of his motions lately. "It's ka-kind of sssilly." He started, "But do you kn-know what's fa-for lu-lunch today..?" It really was silly hearing the words tumble out of his mouth now, but he needed some sort of interaction and he gave the other a small smile.

[trevherrington]

[out of the corner of his eye, Trevor could see a young boy, not blending in with the rest of the rough and tumble crowd. Damn. Frowning, he waved his flaming hands in the attempt to have the patients leave] Out withcha, then. [the other patients hurried in the opposite director while Trev patted out one hand and used it to help the young boy up] Sorry ‘bout that. People needta mind their own fuckin’ attitudes. 

[mrjharper-blog]

Jonathan watched as the other patients listened to the one whose arms had been engulfed in fire, was that it? Was he really expecting more? He was somewhat hesitant in taking the hand of the other, "Thank you." He mumbled letting go as soon as he was back on his own two feet, Jonathan nodded in agreement though he wasn't quite sure he could fully say he agreed he wasn't sure of a lot of things. "Ha-how'd ya-you do th-that? With the fa-fire and-and-" The thought of him being like the creatures from the dance danced across his thoughts but he swallowed it away not willing to really ask if he was one of them.

[adorationofpretty]

[joshua-sinclair]

Joshua stretched as he walked out of his office. It had actually been a couple of weeks since he interacted with people. He had been dealing with some things and didn’t really want to see anyone unless it was a patient he had to see. Josh turned and walked towards the cafeteria. 

[mrjharper-blog]

If people somewhat scared him before it was far worse now that he knew what else lurked around here. Jonathan had kept in his room his heart hammering away at the last bits of sane nerves he had until he moved to do something. He made a the small journey from his room to the cafeteria, when someone entered from another hallway it looked like they might be going to the same place and the teen cleared his throat at an attempt to get the others attention, "Um, ex-excuse me bu-but k-k-can I ask you sa-sa-something..?"

[brokenliammason]

"We’d sit for hours,sun, thunderstorm or showers, in that same living room, watching the bloom turn to flowers." 

[mrjharper-blog]

"... Is th-that f-from sssomething..?"