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I restricted them. I say so, I guess. I just find it generally easier to deal with them if I don’t think about them and so I don’t. Being hazy takes my guard down a notch. It’s not entirely pleasant.
I understand about losing your guard. Inhibitions are our friends whom we frequently kick out the door in our youth. Perhaps why I never had any interest in drug use—I prefer full cognitive use.
Vague? No, your answer was vague. Try your pretentious shit on someone who cares, kid.
What is the expression... you get what you give?
Although 'try' in this instance is inaccurate, I believe. I have no motive. It was simply a comment.
Not ‘fixed’. You’re not broken, really, you have a problem you need to overcome.
Like I said- you don’t have to do it yourself. Doctors try to help, but really if the patients don’t want to be helped there’s only so much we can do.
There isn't much of that kind that I desire, to be honest. I'm rather apathetic concerning my 'health'. But I wouldn't be opposed to... influence, theoretically. However I think I like the passion success requires.
[The trouble with the halls is that they’re claustrophobic. Closed in. But outside doesn’t prove much better, the cloudless sky and stagnant air just serving as a reminder of how intensely vulnerable he is. Rabbit in the headlights, he thinks, with the grass soft beneath his bare feet. The walls surrounding the garden won’t do much to keep Fiacre out. His only safety is in movement and even that small privilege has been removed, shackled as he is to this building now. A crack, as of a stepped on twig, jerks Lars’ head around so fast he thinks he hears an echo of the crack in his own neck]
Who’s there?
[Felix shifts our from behind the shade of a tree as though weightless, and he's idly glancing at his cigarette as he replies] Rather a vague question, don't you think lad? There would be many a he's, many a she's, many a places.
We process it differently then. Hazy keeps me up at night. [A lot of things keep her up at night. It’s perhaps a bit misleading to blame haziness. She’s not hazy about the nightmares. Only about how she’s supposed to be handling them versus how she is.]Makes it easier to get into things I shouldn’t, because I’m not entirely aware of them.
Guess it’s like how coffee put some people to sleep or something.
Get into things? As in thoughts? And who's these restricted thoughts of yours... who's restricted them? Someone else or yourself? Who's to say what you should or shouldn't be thinking about?
It’s not really overworking. It’s reading all these files, so I know who everyone is.
And you all fix yourselves. We just try to help you along.
Do we now? So you educated folk pay thousands of dollars to read your books and memorize your facts all to simply 'help us along'? I don't believe I am capable of fixing myself, lad.
[She shifts her gaze to the world around them, eyes never settling for more than a moment of two before jumping to the next rest.] To an extent, perhaps. Watching is easier, I mean. For me. [She remembers picking up her father’s traits when she was younger. The way he’d tap his fingers on door frames, or breath too heavily when he was conscious of being calm. It was easier then to watch than to act because she hadn’t known what she was looking at. But she can see it now when she starts to mimic others, and then acting becomes less of a preference and more of an instinct.]
It’s just been my experience that the world is too hazy to watch for too long. Eventually it ropes you in, or vice versa.
Odd, I wouldn't think something as nontangible and gauzy as 'haziness' could rope or draw anyone into anything. You would think it would just put you to sleep.
2. What are your characters most prominent physical features?
I believe it goes without saying that Felix's three most prominent features would be his carpeting of freckles, his large, bulbous eyes and his protruding mouth. His features are large, for a young man of such quiet demeanor, but perhaps they are telling of the things he is capable of, and that which goes on inside his head.
Hm? Oh, they let us rest well enough. I kind of inflict this upon myself. [He rummages through the paperwork and finds the one he needs.Setting it down, he then stuffs a stack of papers into a folder.] It’s more that I’m new.
So you're in your newness you overwork yourself? We can't all be insomniacs—[a tilted grin] Who will fix us wronged ones, then?
[She hasn’t thought about it, but she knows now that he’s mentioned it that it will claw at her mind until it bugs her.]Let’s hope it’s just a quiet day.
Yes. Let's hope.
[He watches her an unusual length of time, before a lazy smirk appears] Though I do not mind the quiet. It's just that it's less stimulating. I like being quiet while the rest of the world is happening. I watch, rather than participate, but still, the bustle is nice... wouldn't you say lass?
[Being a doctor comes with far too much paperwork. Arthur sighs as he examines another file. It’s late, far too late for a patient to come in. A pity. He hasn’t seen any of his patients yet, and it bothers him to no end. Switching on a lamp, he rubs his eyes. He’s been working by the dim light of his laptop. Looking to the screen to see the time, he sighs once more. Ah, sleep. He remembers sleep.]
[He's been roaming the halls for hours, little to do, little to rest, little to learn and he's idle in between his ears though his feet are in constant movement and he craves the tang of stimulation on his tongue, like salt water in a wound, so tart and stinging and sharp. His eyes dart into an office door, open still, and he speaks into it for the jar of it.]
Do they truly demand you never to rest, lad?
The silence is…. strange.
What’s strange about it?
[Large green eyes swivel her way and pause] That it is so infrequent, yet it is upon us now.
The silence is.... strange.
Wow, watching those who don’t know they’re being watched. I can’t put my finger on what exactly, but there’s something wrong with that sentence. Remind me not to get on your bad side, yeah?
What about it is wrong? My intentions were little to non, and they were mostly clothed, if that's your concern.
[She shrugs.]I’m just saying, maybe she wouldn’t have caused so much of a commotion if she liked you, and then you wouldn’t have ended up in this shit hole.
I wasn't precisely thinking straight at the time, I'll admit. I was trying to end my days, after all.
I'll admit I'm not bothered that I'm here. My existence is rather the same here than it was out there. I spent my days reading and watching those who do not know they're being watched. It's mostly the same.
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Well that’s one way to flatter a girl, I guess. You could’ve at least taken her to dinner first. Men these days.
I could have, had my intentions for the evening been anything to do with flattery or dinning, but they were not, and therefor, there would have been little point, wouldn't there have been?
