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pepper; 17; literal trash *sunglasses emoji*

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Skeleton you are my friend But you are made of bone And you have got no flesh and blood Running through you to help protect the bone

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flashbacketh:

“Well if you want some before I finish, you’re more than welcome.”

“Well, thank you. I might have to go get some when I’m not so...” Pepper puffed her cheeks out, blowing a little air out and holding her hands in front of her stomach. “You know?”

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flashbacketh:

“Do you want some?”

“Aw, thanks, but I can’t. I’m so full.”

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“Holy shit, that looks so good.”

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orlandoutkin:

“Whatever. I have to go.” O turned around and took her time stepping out of the room.

“Oooookay,” Pepper rocked back on her heels awkwardly and waved her fingers at her. “See you later, Mary-Sue.”

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orlandoutkin:

“I’m just trying to adjust to the schedule and environment.” O made an attempt  to explain her behavior.

“Just because you’re in a new place and pissed off about it doesn’t mean you get to bash all of us.” Pepper didn’t want to be too harsh, but this girl clearly thought she could say anything and get away with it.

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orlandoutkin:

“I don’t know. I have therapy, and I need to shower. I have to go.” She couldn’t keep fucking up with this girl, her foot was so far inside her mouth it was practically popping out of her panties. Thank goodness they hadn’t learned names.

Pepper raised her eyebrows, blinking at her a few times. “Um... okay, well, nice chat...” She stared at her for a moment, letting the silence replace ‘whatever your name is’. She clasped her hands together and gave her a nod. This girl was way crazier than she was.

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orlandoutkin:

“You’re treating me like I’m some huge bitch. I’m just here for substance abuse. I’m not even depressed. I don’t belong here.” O wanted to hide in her shirt.

“You’re treating me like I’m Norman Bates! You think everyone but you is fucking crazy, but we’re normal people, just like you! If it’s just substance abuse, why didn’t they take you to a detox facility instead of a mental hospital?”

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orlandoutkin:

“I’m really not that bad.” She dropped her hand. “What do you have?” She shouldn’t be hospitalized for doing drugs and not being able to let go out of things.

“You’re saying we’re traumatizing you, like we’re a horror movie or something.” Pepper leaned against the wall. “Anorexia and depression. But I’m fine. Caring about my weight and being sad doesn’t make me a psycho.”

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orlandoutkin:

“I never said I was perfect. I’m here for reasons like everyone else but mine can be taken care of outside this institution. With people who aren’t sick.” O scratched at her arm, a little too harsh with her nails.

“You’re kinda acting like it... like you’re not as bad as the rest of us. There are plenty of people who’d be find without this place. You’re not the only one who’s not wearing a straitjacket and foaming at the mouth. Plenty of us aren’t sick.”

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orlandoutkin:

“Now you’re just torturing me on purpose.” She didn’t want to come off impolite or rude to anyone here, it just happened. Their first impression of her was off due to the environmental shock.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I’m just having some trouble believing that there’s nothing wrong with you. I get a little salty when people pretend they’re perfect.” She didn’t appreciate her acting like her body was scary or ugly. 

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orlandoutkin:

“It’s not therapeutic, it’s traumatizing.” O figured this girl wouldn’t be opposed to insulting the other patients.

“You mean to say you find this... disturbing?” Pepper pulled her shirt up to show her the deep crater between her hipbones and her rib cage, extending between the two columns up to the bottom of her sternum. “I apologize in advance for any long-term issues we cause.”

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“This is just extensive therapy sessions. I can do that outside, surrounded by sane people. No offense to the other people here.”

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“But don’t you know it’s therapeutic to be in the midst of all us crazies?”

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ace-maybe:

“You’ve got that self hating vibe. And I had an arrangement with my buddy here, he’s one of the guards, but he quit while I was away so now my hookup is gone and I’m fucked.”

“Wow. I didn’t realize that was a thing I could give out. Well, that’s unfortunate, but you need to find another buddy. Because I mean, I’ll share when I see you around, but I can’t be your dealer and mine.”

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sickryderwilliams:

“He didn’t crawl up my leg, he literally crawled on the inside of my pants, on the fabric. I get less action than he does and I don’t go around biting people’s dicks. That is not how you say hello.”

“He was a sneaky little guy, huh? Like James Bond. Well, if you were a lizard, you’d have less time to live, so he was a little more desperate. And he can’t talk, dude. How do lizards say hello? Wow, that sounds like a children’s book.”

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paper-thin-pepper:

Pepper nodded slowly. “That was a really dedicated lizard. He must have been on a mission for the d all along. He died doing what he had dreamt of.”

“I guess so. But he scared the shit out of me. If he hadn’t bit my dick I would have let him live.”

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"Did you not feel him crawling up your leg? Goodness. Poor little dude. Maybe he wasn't getting enough action. Or maybe he thought it was another lizard and he was saying hello."