forgive them,

Meiko, nineteen, I've got a light that won't go out we're so quick to point out our own flaws in others. complicated mammals on the wings of robots. fake/rp

[terminally-comedic]

"Whoa, wait… You’re in here willingly?" Shaking his head as a frown pervaded across his features for a handful of moments. "Rough trade." Coughing a bit again but he muffled the sounds into the sleeve of his arm and wiped a bit of blood on the back of his hand. Tonight wasn’t a good night for him but he soldiered through it like he always did and took the bad nights with the good even though the former were becoming more common than the latter. "Most people here are lost causes, just puttin’ that out there… Sort of sucks the air outta your lungs and the sunshine outta your Lucky Charms if you know what I’m sayin’." Sheepishly smiling once more. "Good on ya for wanting to volunteer though, really."

[ohletsbefreaky]

"I have my reasons, really. I don't want to be here, yet I do. There's something that-.." shaking her head, she figured it was best to not discuss her plans with a patient, her body moving right back off the wall. "Most people in general are lost causes." she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Things are only as bad as people make them. You could have everything absolutely wrong with you, and still find peace in yourself, even in a place like this. This place is horrible, but it's temporary, one way or the other." she scrunched up her nose as she processed what she said. "That didn't make sense." she looked down at him, half smiling. "Any troublemakers I should look out for?"

[terminally-comedic]

"Yeah, I’m jus’ peachy." A light, raspy chuckle escaping from him due to his throat being ravaged from the coughing. "You could get me a new… uh, everything." Zachariah always seemed to have a pretty sarcastically amused outlook on his very short life littered with medications and painful treatments but at least he was still alive. "Hate isn’t really in my vocabulary and most people call me that anyway. So, what’re you in for?" As if this were a prison rather than a hospital.

[ohletsbefreaky]

"A new everything? That'll be a little hard, but I'll try my best." Meiko nodded, her expression going soft. She was always too nosy for her own her own good, and so many questions started running through her head. She didn't give in, she only pinched her lips together and leaned against the wall. "I'm.." she let out a small sigh, sinking onto the floor next to him. "I work here. Kind of. Volunteering."

[terminally-comedic]

"Meiko?" The terminal youth quipped as his brows quirked momentarily. "Like the raccoon from Pocahontas?" A light chuckle escaping from his chest along with a bit of a wheeze which made him cough a bit into a waiting kerchief in one of his hands. Speckles of blood gathering against it before he tucked it back into his pocket and shook his other hand up at her. "Nah, I’m not feelin’ too hot so I think I’m just gonna chill here for a bit." A warm, crooked smile flashing across his features as he tilted his head back against the wall. "It’s nice to meet you though, awesome name."

[ohletsbefreaky]

Her eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk pulled at her lips. "Uh, yeah. Like the raccoon from Pocahontas." She chuckled lightly, looking to her feet as he coughed, noticing the red spotted fabric in his hands. "You alright? You need me to get you anything?" she asked, smiling again and nodding her head a few times. "Thanks. It's nice to meet you too." she tucked her hair behind her ear, fiddling her fingers as they reached back into her pocket. "You mind if I call you Zach? Or would you completely hate me for calling you that?"

[terminally-comedic]

"Seems kinda ironic I would be readin’ this in a place like…" Motioning around as if that alone would finish his sentence. A sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips before fading just as quickly. "I used to have my dad read me stories by him every night before bed. Fairy tales were always too predictable, you know, I liked the mystery of this stuff. I read it sometimes to remind me of a time before all this." Clearing his throat a bit as if to clear the tension and the heaviness. "Name’s Zachariah. Yours?"

[ohletsbefreaky]

"Everyone needs that one thing to help them get by, especially in a place like this." her voice was soft and humble as she spoke, her hands tucked and hidden in her pockets. "Fairy tales are the worst, my mom use to tell me the one about the one girl who fell in a hole. That was the only one I could ever really sit through." she watched him, her small smile not fading as she listened. "Meiko." a pale hand moved from her pocket and extended down to Zachariah, offering to either help him up, or just shake hands.

[terminally-comedic]

Ears perked at the sound of footsteps falling across a few loose floorboards of the hall he was currently sitting in — on the floor, back pressed against the wall, knees bent upwards. A voice was what stirred him from the large book he was pouring himself into — a collection of everything Poe had ever written. “Sorry, what?”

[ohletsbefreaky]

Meiko had been roaming the halls of the hospital, getting familiar with the place so she'd have less of a chance of getting lost for the millionth time. Her eyes scanned every inch of the place she passed, her feet stopping at the sight of a boy in the hallway. She jumped slightly, a small smile crossing her lips as the book he was reading captured her attention. "Edgar Allan Poe." she whispered, jumping even more as the boy looked right at her. "Oh - nothing, that's.. just a really good choice of reads." the small girl said, nodding her head in agreement with herself.