#v001.

[wantsflight]

a caller arrives in the form of @theresastargirl

"ARE YOU NEW?" she doesn't believe she's seen her around, at least, not before this social season. something familiar about her, maybe in the way she seems uncomfortable to be parading around. eloise understands the depth of that feeling. "wait, i believe i've seen you. - you're a smith, correct?"

[dcadmom]

✦ ; .             NO ONE needs to say anything further, the smile slowly growing on the teen’s lips a sure-fire sign she acknowledges the presence in the room. thumbs hook to book corners, slowly shutting away her interesting novel && tuck it aside as limbs stretch out overhead && grab at the air.

                               ❛ - woe is me, a girl who’s life to live is in solidarity. shunned by a world without a parasite to leech away her free time. - ❜ back she tilts her head, eyes shut in recognition he’ll want the advantage to make his entrance. ❛ - even in the realm of fiction, i am truly — UTTERLY — alone. - ❜

-  ✦ : 「 @bicexorcist​ 」

[alicemarion]

                   if  the  glances  that  the  armed  security  guards  by  the  elevator  and  the  personnel  at  the  desk  have  been  pointing  her  way  for  the  last  several  minutes  haven’t  already  clued  her  in,   it’s  clearly  obvious  to  alice  that  she  isn’t  meant  to  be  seated  in  the  lobby  of  mount  massive  asylum.   she  feels  numerous  eyes  on  her  despite  her  attempts  to  ignore  the  stares:   the  staff  may  as  well  be  drilling  holes  directly  into  her  head  of  blonde  hair.   an  uncomfortable  silence  lingers  throughout  the  hall  aside  from  the  shift  of  boots  on  tile  and  the  distinct  click  of  a  keyboard  while  she  attempts  to  busy  herself  with  the  book  which  is  clutched  her  hands,   hiding  her  face  behind  the  cover.

                     of  course,   one  unexpected  phone  call  is  what  has  landed  her  in  this  predicament  in  the  first  place.   she  and  her  father  had  made  plans  that  didn’t  involve  a  hospital  for  once,   a  camping  trip  to  the  mountains,   since  paul  had  seen  a  promising  site  during  his  last  business  trip:   and  now  alice  finds  herself  sitting  in  the  last  place  she  wanted  to  be,   all  because  the  murkoff  corporation  had  made  a  work  call  to  the  burner  phone  he  had  said  he  would  turn  off.   she  sighs  contemplatively  thinking  about  the  moment  she’d  caught  him  preparing  to  turn  around.   she  knows  he  had  sensed  her  disappointment  by  his  shame  and  silence.   it  had  been  too  much  to  ask  for.

                   however,   instead  of  being  greeted  by  a  clinical  setting  with  white  walls  and  furniture,   doctors  and  nurses  pacing  the  floor  while  medical  equipment  echoes  with  a  familiar  beep,   the  office  space  seems  pristine,   corporate  and  comfortable,  without  a  trace  of  the  true  purpose  of  the  facility.   it’s  something  she  hadn't  really  expected  upon  first  reading  the  sign  leading  up  to  the  building.   this  doesn’t  seem  to  be  a  place  meant  for  the  criminally  insane:   if  it  weren’t  for  the  guards  throwing  her  suspicious  looks,   she  would  feel  quite  comfortable.   it’s  almost  too  presentable  an  entrance.

                   come  to  think  of  it,   she  hasn't  seen  a  single  patient  yet.

                   as  a  result,   despite  her  annoyance  with  their  detour,   this  is  a  rare  situation  which  piques  her  curiosity.   alice  has  met  before  with  plenty  of  doctors  from  the  company  as  they  had  described  her  irrevocable  condition  and  her  intensive  treatment.   she  has  practically  grown  up  having  the  blood  and  foreign  genetic  material  of  a  strange  donor  pumped  into  her  monthly:   everything  is  always  answered  cryptically  or  ignored  when  it  comes  to  her  questions.   not  to  mention  that  whenever  she  asks  paul  about  his  work,   he  is  oddly  silent  on  the  matter,   willing  to  change  the  subject.   so  although  this  isn’t  the  environment  she  is  used  to,   it  could  be  a  possible  means  of  discovery.   at  best,   whatever  she  finds  just  turns  out  to  be  boring  hospital  stuff;   but  her  father  underestimates  her  intuition  if  he  doesn’t  think  she  can  tell  when  his  job  bothers  him.  

                    speaking  of  the  aforementioned  mitigation  agent,   paul  has  left  her  in  the  waiting  area  and  told  her  not  to  move  from  her  seat  for  any  reason.   he’d  nervously  glanced  at  the  guards  while  making  his  way  to  the  office  suites  on  the  upper  floors,   throwing  a  glance  back  her  way  at  intervals  before  disappearing  from  sight.   alice,   having  already  ignored  his  earlier  precaution,  sips  on  the  flat  can  of  cheap  soda  she’s  managed  to  wrangle  from  the  break  room  machine.   ginger  ale  settles  on  her  empty  stomach  and  quells  her  nerves.   the  droning  music  in  her  ears  blocks  out  the  silent  stares  which  are  still  lingering  in  her  direction  as  she  tries  instead  to  focus  on  a  full  page  of  disjointed  words.   it’s  this  endeavor  which  isn’t  going  so  well.

                   after  about  fifteen  minutes  of  blankly  soaking  in  each  individual  string  of  words,   alice  has  had  enough  of  the  tense  atmosphere:   it’s  threatening  to  crush  her  under  its  weight,   and  the  immediate  boredom  is  killing  her.   she  snaps  the  offending  book  shut  and  rises  to  her  feet,   almost  certain  of  the  eyes  that  are  glued  to  her  now.   unperturbed,   straight  as  an  arrow,   the  teenager  makes  her  way  towards  the  front  desk.

               ❛    excuse  me,   but  where  is  the  bathroom?    ❜

                    the  plain  officer  she  has  chosen  to  address  gives  her  a  long,   awkward  pass  with  his  dark  eyes  before  he  points  her  towards  the  corridor  on  the  right.   her  lips  thin  into  an  awkward  smile  of  thanks,   and  she  quickly  takes  her  leave  from  the  desk,   hurrying  down  the  hallway  while  eyes  chase  her  around  the  corner.   good  grief.

                    really,   this  is  all  just  an  introduction  to  her  nascent  investigation:   a  perfect  reason  to  wander  from  safety.

@richardtrager.

[sourceborn-blog]

❝   you’ll  never  guess  what  lizzie  and  i  hauled  in  today.   ❞ // @dirtypcws

[tchnpth-blog1]

            “ So... what am I going to do with you? “

[dcadmom]

@crazydazeymuses // unprompted ask.

"Mind if I sit with you? Don't mind me, just gonna take some pictures." A dark haired brunette with ocean colored eyes speaks to Lydia. She looked about her age, and was holding a camera in her hands. Her face seemed pale, stoic and emotionless, but she smiled lightly to be polite.

✦ ; .             it was CRAZY to think lydia could make friends beside those of the otherworldly presence. she had previously been occupied with stirring her food tray round && round with a plastic spork, dark eyes swimming in the abyss of lunch slop. ( thank god for human interaction — for once in her life, it was an adequate distraction. ) raven curls trounce around her jawline as she tilts her head to look upon the fellow high schooler, thick brows pinching together at the sight && mention of photography. the lighting in the cafeteria was less than satisfactory, always glaring like angel rays through the window panes in streaks that bled through in cimenatic exposure.

                               ❛ - awfully unbalanced in here, careful the flash isn’t on. - ❜ by now lydia’s ditched the utensil used prior to emily’s dispatch, only properly paying the girl mind now that she’s seated across from the goth. an arm sweeps aside her plating so she can rest forearms on the table, chest leaning her figure forward in interest. ❛ - anything in particular you wanna capture ? - ❜

[dcadmom]

✦ ; .                              ❛ - have fun fighting yourself, bee-jay. - ❜  time to go back to laying like a corpse on the floor.

[tchnpth-blog1]

         “ What the hell are you staring at, dildo face? “