Simone Kingsly

Name: Simone Arizona Kingsly Age: 21 Diagnosis: Selective Mutism, Panic Disorder, & Nightmare Disorder Patient Level: Two "When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt."

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[cordeliafountaine]

Cordelia looked up from where she was walking, and looked at the seemingly lost girl. “I think I passed it just now. Try checking two doors on the right, well, from the way I came.” She spoke quietly so that she wouldn’t startle the girl, but loud enough that she would be heard.

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Simone hand't even noticed the girl walking in her direction. So when the voice broke through her thoughts, Simone's eyes snapped up. They were met with a girl, maybe her age, who seemed nice enough. At least she was helping her find her destination, unlike the other people she had encountered on her walk. Walking down two doors, Simone paused in front of the door then turned back towards the girl, raising her brows in a questioning manner. Talking wasn't really Simone's thing. Not when she didn't know or trust someone. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[katrina-woode]

"True, but the library or the rec room are much better. There is almost always one wanna be popstar in the music room."

[simonekingsly-blog]

When the girl mentioned there being people being in there, Simone scrunched her nose. People weren't really her thing. More like talking wasn't, and being around people tended to warrant that. "Where's the library?" she asked quietly, looking over at the girl.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[esmeralda-anderson-deactivated2]

Esmeralda continued to play the piano while watching the girl from her peripheral vision. The nervous looks about the room caused Esmeralda to wonder what in the world was she up to. Her mind went multiple places so she decided to start with all three, “I’d say you’re either coming off drugs, looking for something, or sincerely think that something’s going to attack you. If it makes you feel any better, I’m terrified of human contact so I’d never hurt you, and almost no one ever visits this room at this time.” 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone could feel the girls eyes on her, but did her best to ignore it. Walking a little further into the room, she took it all in; the giant piano, the other various instruments scattering the room, the sheet music. She almost felt at home in her new prison. The other girls voice broke her from her trance however, and she finally looked over at her. 

Simone shook her head 'no' to the first two options, but stilled at the last. It wasn't so much she thought she would be attacked but people really weren't her thing, with people came talking. And talking wasn't something Simone did very often. Finally she shook head.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[jordyn--parker]

Cameron turned on his heel to watch her, just to see if she’d go the right way. He had the urge to laugh, but not even Cameron knew he was around Thornewood correctly. So he just stood there, feet planted to the floor, shoulder width apart with his arms crossed over his chest. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone walked in the direction he point but paused after a few steps, feeling eyes on her. Turning, she met his gaze and raised a brow. "What?" she questioned softly, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.This was turning out to be much more confrontation than she had expected.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[willraisehells-deactivated20181]

  Wynter nodded and pointed, “That way.” He said with a nod.

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Simone gave a small nod, glancing nervously down the hallway. “Do you know, if there are people in there?” she asked softly, knowing how silly the question sounded. However, she was having a hard enough time talking to him, she didn't think she could handle any more people.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[esmeralda-anderson-deactivated2]

  "Over here!" Esmeralda called over the sound of her playing piano. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

 Simone winced slightly as she realized someone heard her. Following the girls voice, along with piano music, she located the music room. She stood in the doorway a moment before making her way over to one of the chairs and settling in it. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes fluttering nervously around the room. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[willraisehells-deactivated20181]

Wynter looked up from the ground as he overheard the girls voice, “Two doors to the right.” He said, glancing at the girl.

[simonekingsly-blog]

As a voice broke through her frustrated thoughts, Simone almost let out a scream. She hadn’t realized anyone was in the hall, let alone that anyone could hear her. “This way?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a small whisper

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[jordyn--parker]

Cameron looked across at the girl, mutterto herself. “Down the corridor and to your right.” He mumbled to her as he walked past. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone looked up, startled as the young man spoke. Arching a brow, she looked at him a moment before speaking hesitantly. "Thank you." she said softly, looking down the hall to try and locate the room.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

[katrina-woode]

  Its not as great as everyone hype it up to be.

[simonekingsly-blog]

"Better than the dining hall," she said softly, shrugging a bit. Simone tried to avoid large crowds of people as best she could. 

[simonekingsly-blog]

Lost

Simone wandered through the halls, lost again. "I just want to find the music room," she muttered under her breath. 

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Lending An Ear || OPEN {to patients}

[kharchive-deactivated20151109]

Kaiden lifted a brow at the patient’s silent, sarcastic smile, only to find that he understood once he had a look at her file. “Hm, funny. You don’t look like a Simone; you look more like..” he looked up at her from under his lashes, a small smile curling his lips, “an Emily. Did you sleep well last night, Simone?” He decided to tackle her Nightmare Disorder first, her Selective Mutism and Panic Disorder would definitely be a more gradual thing to solve.

Regardless, he scribbled down a few meds that should be prescribed to her to help the latter and the former; he was just an intern, so the list had to be handed to the doctors. “I know I didn’t — fucking nightmares.” He laughed as he shook his head whilst he wrote, coaxing her to feel that nightmares were something everyone had. Although the fact that she got them regularly wasn’t normal, he wanted Simone to feel at ease.

[simonekingsly-blog]

When he spoke again, his tone was kinder. Simone settled back into the chair some, once more arching an brow as he spoke. However at his comment she scrunched up her nose and shook her head a bit, causing her hair to fall across her face. Reaching up she tucked the strand of hair back behind her ear and frowned. The thought of answering him verbally crossed her mind, but was banished almost instantly. Instead, she shook her head once more, averting her eyes to the floor. Sleeping wasn’t something she did much of anymore, maybe a few hours a night if she was lucky. Since she had arrived at Thornewood, she had taken to sneaking out at night and exploring the hospital instead.

Tilting her head slightly, she watched him scribble something into her file. Her brows knitted together as a frown once more tugged at her lips. She didn’t like not knowing what they were saying about her. At least back home, her mother had been open about her distaste in Simone’s behavior. But here they just looked at you with sad, pitying eyes and wrote things in your file. Raising her eyes up to look at him, it was clearly written across her face she didn’t believe him. Simone was naive, but not that naïve. He might have had nightmares, but she knew it was nothing like the ones she had. The ones that woke her up and sent her into attacks, or caused her to attack herself in her sleep. At the thought, she reflexively reached down and tugged at her sleeve, making sure her arms were covered.   

[kharchive-deactivated20151109]

Lending An Ear || OPEN {to patients}

Checking the time, Kaiden noted that his patient was late. Not being fond of such, he breathed an agitated sigh as he looked off to the side, his fingers drumming on the desk; the desk a tad untidy with papers strewn about. At the creaking of the door, his gaze flitted to the latecomer.

      “You took your fucking time,” he stated bluntly.

"You know, I do want to help you. I really do. But I don’t think I can happily do so if you’re going to come late every time. Lucky for you, though,” he tried a small smile, though his eyes were still tight, “my patience hasn’t run out just yet. Have a seat.”

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone walked down the hall towards the wing where the doctors’ offices were held. She had managed up until today to avoid seeing her doctor. But apparently people had caught on and a nurse had stopped her at breakfast that morning and told her she was to report immediately to her therapist’s office. However immediately had been about twenty minutes ago, and Simone was dragging the walk down out as much as she could. Talking really wasn’t her thing, especially about the events that had landed her in Thornewood.

Reaching the door, she left out a small huff and pushed it open. Stepping inside the rather spacious office, she was met instantly by a rather unhappy man. Listening to him speak, she arched a brow and dropped down into the chair across from his desk. He seemed just as happy to be there as she did, the thought causing a small, sarcastic smile to tug at her lips. 

Although his demeanor wasn't something she fancied, he seemed to like to talk. And that was a good thing for her. The more he talked, the less she was expected too. Though, that didn't necessarily mean she would talk. That tended to come and go at her leisure, something being drawn out in anger.  

[jackson-wright-thornewood-deact]

Outside Thornewood

[simonekingsly-blog]

Jackson nodded in relief. When he’d first taken the job, he’d explained to the Warden about his leg. He was sure she’d want someone else, someone who was able to handle the rougher patients, chase down someone who was trying to escape. Instead, she was fine with the fact that he only had one real working leg. Still, the idea that one day he’d might have to chase down a patient frightened him.

His eye’s narrowed at her next choice of words. “No one? Not even folks or anything?” Jackson asked. The guard didn’t know much about the patients of Thornewood, only knowing they struggled with mental illness. His sister had told him that he too struggled with it, but Jackson had shrugged it off.

Simone half glanced over her shoulder, giving a small shrug. “No one that wants me,” she said, averting her eyes back to the world outside of the gate. It wasn’t until she said the words out loud that she realized how true they were. Her father was dead because of her, and her mother and brother would never forgive her for that. Not only that, but when she had tried to kill herself that night, she had tarnished the families name even more. Her mother didn’t want her around to ruin it anymore. Thornewood was where she belonged, away from the people she loved. Away from anyone that could love her. It was safer that way. When people cared about her, they got hurt. She couldn’t let anyone else in and risk something else happening. That was the root of her mutism. If she didn’t talk to people, they wouldn’t care. If they didn’t care, she couldn’t hurt them.  

[amelia-anderson-thornewood-deac]

In the Library

"I never realized just how many books we had…"

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone had tucked herself away in the library, hoping to avoid having to talk to anyone. However it wasn't long before a voice broke through her thoughts. Looking up from the book, she was met by an unfamiliar face. However, after taking the women in, Simone summed up it was probably the warden. She obviously wasn't a patient, she had met the guards, and the doctors all wore badges, she was none of these which only left the warden. Shrinking back, she wished she could just disappear in the chair. She didn't want to be rude, but she also wasn't in the mood for talking much.

[jackson-wright-thornewood-deact]

Outside Thornewood

[jackson-wright-thornewood-deact]

Jackson nodded, and wondered if the girl was just shy. That was something he was used to. In fact, this entire week he’d been filled with anxiety at the thought of coming here, meeting new people, having to socialize. The only place he’d really ever fit in was in the Army, and that was because he was good at taking orders. He was able to open up there because he didn’t really have a choice.

“Well…I mean…I’m not on duty yet…” Jackson said. “I don’t have to be in for a bit…I guess when you’re ready we can head in. I just don’t want to lose a patient before I’ve even started.” He said, looking over at the young woman. “Just promise me you’re not gonna run.” He looked down to his leg, in no mood to test out it’s running capabilities.

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Simone shifted nervously, waiting for him to say something. And when he did, the girl relaxed visibly. He wasn’t going to drag her back in, not yet at least. She wasn’t really sure she could handle going back in just yet. She knew she had too eventually, but in that moment, she just needed some time. Time away from the prying eyes of doctors and guards, the curious stares of other patients, and the general hustle and bustle of the hospital.  

Taking a few steps her feet sank into the snow and she scrunched her nose in disapproval before turning over her shoulder to look back at him. She noticed him looking down at his leg and raised a brow, but kept her questions to herself. “I’m not going anywhere,” she reaffirmed, turning and walking the few yards to the wall that surrounded the hospital.

Continuing along the length of the wall, she glanced back to see if he was following her. Coming to one of the gated entrances of the hospital, she stopped. Tentatively she reached out and ran her bare hand along the cold metal, her eyes scanning the road beyond the hospital. “There isn’t anything out there for me,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. 

[jackson-wright-thornewood-deact]

Outside Thornewood

[jackson-wright-thornewood-deact]

Jackson could tell the young girl was frightened. He’d seen that look on people’s face before, and it wasn’t the first time it was directed at him. Many of the villagers in Afghanistan looked at him with those eyes. He frowned a bit. It was his first day on the job, but he hadn’t even walked into Thornewood yet, and he had no idea how to handle this situation. It was obvious that patients wouldn’t be out right now, and her nod had confirmed that. Still, what was he supposed to do? Drag her back inside?

“Are you trying to escape? Or did you just need some air?” Jackson asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone watched him quietly, chewing on her lower lip. She honestly had no idea what to expect. Since arriving at Thornewood, she hadn’t gotten in any trouble. Generally she kept to herself, hiding out in the library or some other quiet place where she could be alone. So she hadn’t much come into contact with the guards. Until now, when she was breaking the rules.

When he shoved his hands into his pocket, Simone relaxed a little. He wasn’t going to drag her back inside, at least not yet. However, she was now faced with another problem; talking. She knew very well she couldn’t just ignore him, but talking wasn’t her strong suit. Shifting nervously from foot to foot, she tried to think of a way around it but came up with nothing. Taking a shaky breath, she looked away and spoke. “Air,” she said simply, her voice nothing more than a mere whisper.  

[siren-turner]

Rain today! Wish I was allowed outside.....

[siren-turner]

Siren was just about to ignore the security rules and try going outside anyway when she caught sight of a girl standing at the end of the hall, watching her. She jumped, a little surprised, and waved back, accidentally losing hold of the umbrella as she did so, and it flew off, hitting the mirror. “Oops!”, she giggled, covering her mouth. “Hi! Were you just standing there watching me? That’s a little weird. Why didn’t you say anything? I don’t bite too hard, I promise”, she skipped over to the girl. “I’m Siren. Hi!”

[simonekingsly-blog]

Simone jumped slightly as the umbrella clattered against the mirror, but a small smile tugged at her lips. However as the girl called her out, her cheeks reddened and she averted her eyes to the floor. Talking had never really been her thing. Ever since her brothers death, she had spent all her time with her nose in a book or with her parents. Then after her father and boyfriends death, Simone had basically stopped talking all together. Although, she did at times. This just wasn’t one of those times, especially now with the embarrassment written clear across her face.  However, when the girl introduced herself, Simone looked up a bit, offering another small wave. Then as an afterthought, held up her wrist with the band on it, which contained her name.