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mhcrringtcn:

His smile slightly widened when the other shook his head because there wasn’t meant to be a serious answer. Eyebrows lifting when hearing the comment, Micah didn’t take offense. “Maybe you shouldn’t point any fingers until you make it past the front doors.” The other could talk down to him, but that didn’t change the fact that they were both stuck in this building.

Samuel stopped in his tracks with an overly dramatic sigh. Of all the situations he had ever found himself in, this one was the worst. Worst of the worst. It was so worst that it probably would classify as a world record. He had to get out. “Asshole”, he stated, shooting the other male a quick look of got you to let show that he preferred getting the last word. “I didn't catch your name.”

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cruelitics

“NEVER HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE,” natalia responeded dryly, barely lifting her eyes from where she was filing away at her nails, attempting to make the perfect coffin shape. but there was always something off, whether they were too uneven, too long, too lopsided. she was starting to get frustrated but tried not to show it. “did you try going up to the front desk and telling them that? why, tell them your cab dropped you off at the wrong place. that you’re really supposed to be at hilton hotels. let me know how that WORKS OUT for you, yeah?” she didn’t need to keep going with it, rub it in his face that he was stuck here like the rest of them. but that was what natalia did best.

Who did this girl think she was, speaking to Samuel in such a disrespectful tone? Here he was, opening up to a stranger in hopes of gaining some sympathy. All he hoped for was for someone to finally fucking agree with him and say no, I know, you’re definitely not crazy. But this? No. Besides, he wasn’t forcing her to sit with him. She was fully allowed to fuck right off if she wanted to. “Nature or nurture?” He challenged, shooting her an small, sarcastic smile. “I mean: did some awful circumstances turn you into a bitch, or does it just come naturally to you?”

#cruelitics

disorderxcentral:

Like a predator, Damien looked at the patient and could sense the fluttering heart beats and the nerves, he felt the irritation at being called a psycho and yet, wasn’t that what he was? He was in an asylum, and he didn’t work there, which didn’t leave many options and to Damien, they were all just different level psycho’s, he didn’t care what their color said. The Guard’s lips turned up and in to a predatory smirk at the outburst, he stumbled just a step or two and had to hold back a bark of laughter.

Fresh meat. Prey. Whatever or whoever this guy was, he clearly wasn’t the smartest. You don’t piss off the hand that feeds you, and you should always make a friend of a fellow psycho, especially one in a position of power who could piss in your drink or have you strapped to the bed for the next 18 hours.

Damien reacted in his usual way, he didn’t push back, this wasn’t a playground and it wasn’t ‘tit for tat’, no, he stepped it up and caught the patients wrist, pulling him closer and smiled at him.

“You want to calm down, or do I need to sedate you?”

Samuel took the forced step closer to the man in front of him. If looking at the situation from an outsider’s perspective he would clearly be able to tell that he’s in over his own head, but right now? No one could convince him to step down if it wasn’t by forcing him to. He didn’t fancy being ordered around and told how to act. Especially not here, a place he clearly wasn’t supposed to be in. Because truly: the doctors are wrong.

Sadist piece of shit.

He didn’t give the reaction a second thought before spitting the guard in the face. His father had taught him early one to never give respect to those who don’t respect you, and this guy was the human form of disrespect. This is what it would look like if the word grew legs and waltzed out of it’s dictionary, ready to take on and fuck around with the world. Sam wasn’t having it. Look at him. None of it.

#disorderxcentral

montagueonyellow:

“Chill, mate. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He replied, unwilling to delve into whatever issues they guy had. Personally, Monty didn’t see what was so terrible about being stuck here. At least, nothing notably awful had happened to him thus far, but he didn’t have anything else to lose so what did he know? “’M sure you’re justified in your frustration an’ all that.”

Yawning into the sleeve of his bright yellow hoodie, he merely raised an eyebrow as his book was snatched from the table in front of him. Sensing the eagerness to be rid of the previous subject, he had no objections to rambling on about a book he’d hardly read to a stranger who clearly wanted to think about anything but his current predicament. And frankly, Monty was right there with him. “It’s a book, innit?”

Cracking a cheeky smile, he muffled another yawn before pulling himself into a more alert position - actually looking the young man in the face. “It’s about Abraham Lincoln. Dunno why they’ve got a book on good old Abe in here, but I figured there’d be some entertainment value there. He was the president, afterall, that’s some exciting shit right there.”

Was he being made fun of? Obviously he could tell it was a book. He opened it on a random page, reading just a sentence or two before deciding that it was extremely boring shit and thus closing it again. He didn’t match the smile on the other male’s face, but he did return the eye contact continuously. He saw a possible advantage in trying to make friends in this place, and he saw this guy being a potential one as long as he played his cards right.

“Oh... do you like reading?” He asked, and sat up a bit to intentionally match the other’s current body language. He was going to be interested. Nice. Decided, then and there. Books were an easy topic. Learning about people was easy. Focus off of his current housing situation, for now. On, for this.

#montagueonyellow

hxlytrinity:

“You don’t have to believe me, if it helps you sleep at night.”

He’d discovered that early on, the sheer amount of people that had to lie to themselves in order to make it through the day, in order to sleep at night.

As he spent a moment watching the other, holding himself so tightly wound that it was a wonder he didn’t spring from the couch like, well, a spring, Theo couldn’t help but to get curious. Surely, there was something there, something more than denial, more than the guilty not wanting to atone for their sins. “I hope you do. It would be better than the mail I’m currently receiving. In the mean time, dear, why don’t you tell daddy everything? What are they accusing you of?”

His sense of decorum had been all but shot in the face, since coming here. Theo blamed trying to get used to the medications, or trying to assimilate, whichever was more convenient. “I promise I’m a good listener.”

That was uncalled for. Attitude. He didn’t come over here to give this guy a better chance of offending him. He crossed his arms over his chest to still his hands.

“Daddy? You’re that kind of guy?” He found the sentence amusing and took the chance to attempt to completely taking steal the focus from the question, in question. Almost like someone had turned a switch, his entire posture relaxed. It wasn’t a big motion, but one paying attention would clearly catch it.

Without giving the other male any chance to answer his last question he offered another one. Can you tell there’s a topic he’s avoiding? “So, someone misses you?”

#hxlytrinity

disorderxcentral:

That was hard to believe, people just didn’t come here for the hell of it, though granted Damien could imagine some families just wanting to get rid of a family member, and as murder is considered barbaric, why not shove them in the nut house? He just doubted that was the case here.

“And how will you do that?”

Damien asked and looked at him, a small smirk on his lips. He honestly wanted to know, considering he’d been there a while now, and had many friends, and this one, his word meant very little. Though the guard hoped that the new patient wasn’t stupid enough to boast of real power.

“Who would believe the word of a psycho?”

“You’ll see.” Samuel looked at the other male through squinted eyes, feeling his heart beating faster by each word that was spoken. Being called a psycho was what did the job. His anger worked fast, it always had. Filled him up in a way that made it unbearable to stay in his own skin without doing something. It felt like electricity, or itching all over his body. As if his blood was vibrating rather than pumping through his veins. He’d never been able to put the feeling into words. If you knew him though, you’d know that he couldn’t not act on these types of feelings.

Sam’s a green patient, not a red one. So, obviously he’s not a psycho. He’s not. He’s not a psycho. A few minutes ago he would be able to reason and act in his own advantage, maybe seeing the advantage playing it cool would give him; but not anymore. Because he’s not. “I’m not a psycho!” he claimed as his palms reached out to push the man away from him, shoving him as if to punctuate his words and to make him really understand. Trying to prove but most likely only disproving his point.

#disorderxcentral

montagueonyellow:

“When has that ever worked?” Montague laughed, looking up from the book he’d been attempting to read for the last hour. Attempting being the key word as he’d probably read the same page fifty times without retaining any of the information. He was way too distracted to get anything out of it and yet, his stubborn ass was determined to make it work. “Like, even in movies, the people in prisons and stuff aren’t just let out ‘cause they don’t think they’re criminals.”

Closing his book (he’d finally given up on it), he grabbed one of the couch cushions and hugged it to his chest, letting his head fall back against the old piece of furniture. “Besides, isn’t there as saying that’s something along the lines of ‘crazy people don’t think they’re crazy.’”

Samuel furrowed his eyebrows at the other’s reply and turned his head to actually look at the other male. Here he had come to vent, and this is what he got? Being called crazy didn’t sit well with him. He wasn’t crazy. “You don’t know me”, he shot back in a flat tone of voice. “If you knew me, you’d understand.” Too bad his parents’ money couldn’t get him out of this mess. See, it turned out your parents’ money can’t help you when your parents are the one who turned on you.

He grabbed the book the other had been staring at and looked at the back of it, skimming through the description even though he had no interest in it - which his gestures clearly showed. He just wanted to change the subject. “What’s this?”

#montagueonyellow

mhcrringtcn:

Hadn’t just about everyone here said it? Or at least thought it. He’d seen a range of responses, from humorous to indifferent, by the staff whenever a patient uttered those words. “Join the club. If we get enough members, maybe we could overthrow the staff and escape.” After a beat, a tiny smile played on his lips, hinting he was joking. Probably not the right time when the other clearly had yet to accept his fate.

Samuel shook his head as if it had been a suggestion rather than a joke as he paced the floor back and forth. He wasn’t like other patients. He could do this. He just had to figure something out. Find the right person to talk to. Clearly, this guy was not the one. “You’re saying you shouldn’t be here, either? Look at you,” he offered in an emotionless tone of voice, thoughtlessly waving his hand in the general direction of the other male. “Clearly you can’t look after yourself.”

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hxlytrinity:

“A story they’ve heard many times before, I’m afraid.”

Theo looked over at the man - hardly so, more of a boy, from this angle - from his position lounged on the couch. “In fact, you’re the third person I’ve heard sing this song today alone.”

He sat up, trying for something near graceful and nearly managing it. “Come, don’t waste your breath.” Extending a hand, Theo gestured for Samuel to come over, to stop wasting his time trying to get through to an indifferent staff.

Samuel’s head snapped in the direction of the unfamiliar voice, eyes giving the other male a once over and lips pressed together in a displeased pout. He wasn’t going to drop this completely because he wasn’t one to follow directions given by others... but maybe just for a little while. He had been trying to get the incompetent staff to understand him all day to no avail, so maybe sitting down and rethinking his action plan wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Third has to be an exaggeration,” he claimed as he walked over to the couch, making it sound like a sure fact rather than an assumption. He wasn’t like anyone else here and he was sure of it. He stiffly sat down on the armrest of the couch, now looking anywhere but at the stranger in hopes of seeming indifferent about his current situation. “And I’m not wasting my breath. I’m getting out of here”, he stated, tugging lightly at his earlobe; his stress level shining through despite him trying to seem calm and composed. “I’ll send you a postcard when I do. You’ll see.”

#hxlytrinity

disorderxcentral:

Another newbie, and another plea of innocence. It was funny the first few hundred times but now, now it was nothing but annoyingly repetitive. Fucking crazies were all the same, they didn’t know they were crazy.

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that?”

Damien asked and snorted a little as he rolled his eyes and stepped closer to the patient. He wondered what this guys story was, but he was on the green floor, so he was pretty much harmless.

“Let me guess? You’re a fully functioning member of society?”

“Actually, yes. I am”, Samuel spat at the other male, refusing to see how he would in any way, shape or form be similar to any other patient in this godforsaken place. Who was this stranger, daring to make assumptions about him without even holding a proper conversation? Filing him away as just another patient to watch after? He crossed his arms over his chest as the other stepped closer, not going to budge. It took a lot more to scare him than this

He scanned the other up and down, assessing the situation. Alas, a most likely wrongful assessment, but hopefully an impactful one nonetheless. "If you come any closer I'll make sure you're off this job by the end of the month." It was an empty threat, much like most every threat he ever gave, but he'd figure out a way to stay true to his word if the situation unfolded into one where he actually had to.

#disorderxcentral

Samuel considered himself to be bright, and quite gifted when it came to foreseeing possible outcomes to his endeavours, but he could honestly cross his heart and hope to die and say that this scenario hadn’t crossed his mind. Being deemed unsafe and sent away from his home town where the rest of his family were situated, as if he was some kind of animal unable to control himself. As if he was some spineless coward who would intentionally hurt his family, his own flesh and blood, over a small disagreement. If you ever saw him you’d never think he was the sort of person who would ever be escorted away with one officer on each side. What he had gone through, this series of unfortunate events was something that probably no one could have seen coming.

The best thing he could do now, he figured, was to show everyone that he wasn’t a nutcase like the rest of the lot they stored in this place, and thus be let out as soon as possible. They would realise that they had severely misjudged him and he would be back in San Fransisco in no time. He would apologise to his mother for ruining Christmas to make her feel better, but also make sure that she knew in which ways she during this incident had wronged him, of course.

“I’m telling you: I’m not supposed to be here.”

#saintd:start

( DARREN CRISS, 24, HOMOSEXUAL ) that must be SAMUEL BLACKWELL. i heard HE is here because he suffers from ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY DISORDER. he came all the way from SAN FRANSISCO, CALIFORNIA. i heard he can be CHARMING but also MANIPULATIVE. the staff have labeled him as GREEN level.

#saintd:intro #violence tw #gun tw #vaguely #hmu for plots!!! or like this and i will come to u

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But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most? - Mark Twain

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