#safehqs:start

[safeiisms]

“you have any idea how my TOOTHBRUSH ended up here?” rilee’s eyebrows furrowed as he pointed to a bin of toys in the playroom. “i’m disturbed to say the least...” 

[greeriisms]

“god DAMMIT.” the fiery red head spat as she tried her hardest to pick the lock that was in front of her. “hey you.” she nodded at the person she could make out in her peripheral...”give me a hand? my roommate likes to be a BITCH and lock me out at least once a week.”  she huffed. 

[blczeitup]

“i got eight stitches today and they’re disgusting looking. like, i’m pretty sure they had to sedate me with something just to get through the process. it was awful.”

[piperizms-blog]

while sitting at her desk, she twisted the chair gently back and forth as she typed away on her computer to update a patient’s file. during the five months she’d been working here, everything was routine and she moved quickly but efficiently. today was a little different. her usual babysitter canceled on her so she had to bring kaitlyn with her --- not that she hadn’t done it before, but before it was only for a few hours. this time, it was for her entire shift and she knew kaitlyn would get restless. just as she’d finished updating the patient file, she heard a knock at the open door. “someone’s here, mommy,” kaitlyn said. “i know, baby. finish coloring,” she said before looking towards the door and giving the other a smile. “hi, what can i do for you?”

[oderose]

"A pint of ice cream is gone from the kitchen, but it wasn't me, I swear."

[safeiisms]

“do i not look my age?” indica was thinking aloud, her state i.d fumbling through her fingers. “i swear, if i had a dollar for every time i got id’ed for shit, i’d be rich enough to own this place.” she joked. “i mean, i get it.” she was rambling now. “i have a baby face sure, but i definitely shouldn’t be mistaken as a minor.”

[safeiisms]

blue was lost. she’d been at the safe house for what seemed like ages, but even so, the campus was huge. she barely left her room, always getting yelled at to be more social or whatever. fuck. she hated being lost, hated having to ask for help. “uh, excuse me?” her tone was low, trying to keep any extra unwanted attention off of her. “you know where the uh, mailroom is?”

[safeiisms]

dr. nelson’s facial expression spoke for itself as a nerf gun bullet flew past her, inches away from smacking her in the face. “ok. i’ll pretend i didn’t see that.” she huffed, turning the corner and slipping into her office. she’d only been in there for less than twenty minutes before she noticed a figure hovering near the door. “come in, m’not busy right now.”