Toulouse Bonfamille

Closed RP for Insanely Ever After. Patient at Rogue Vengence Disorders: Avoidant Personality Disorder, Synesthesia

[the-dancing-outcast]

The meek little boy sat her down on the couch next to where she was standing and she looked up at him, “Thank you so much hun, whats your name?” She looked him up and down and determined he couldn’t have been more than a teenager. How could someone so young be in a place like this she wondered to herself. He looked at her with big beady eyes, nervous and shaking. She took his hand, “Sweetie, I’m okay, just got a bit light headed from excitement no need to be a worry wart. Are you going to be okay?”

[toulousesanity]

“M-me? I wasn't the one who-” Toulouse looked at the women incredulously. How could she be worried about him, he wasn't the one who dropped like a dead weight. Looking down, Toulouse saw that he was twitching and he was emanating a sickly green. She might have a point, he was letting his worry get to him. Taking a deep breath, Toulouse tried to calm himself down. “Are you sure you don't need a nurse?”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[elsaofgrimmsvale-blog]

"Paris seems lovely," she smiled. She’d never been there, of course, but it had always seemed lovely. "I’m far too. Arendelle, it’s in Norway."

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse nodded his head in agreement. Personally he thought Paris smelled, but he was not in the habit of divulging that. "That's far up north. It's got to get really cold during the winter, of even during the summer, right?"

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"Ah," Eeyore said with a nod. "That’s what I figured… Well, welcome, I suppose." Not that he thought Toulouse wanted to be there in the slightest. Though who knew? Maybe people came more voluntarily than he thought they did. He shouldn’t assume. 

"I don’t know what synesthesia is," Eeyore admitted. "But sorry, if it landed you in here." When Toulouse shared that he had trouble with social interactions, paired with his stutter and his shifting, Eeyore leaned back, worried. Maybe that’s why the boy hadn’t seemed to want anyone to sit by him. Eeyore’s spirits dropped. It wasn’t his intention to make things harder for the boy, especially if he was new. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked quietly. "Sorry, if I am." 

[toulousesanity]

“It is a bit difficult to explain without sounding like a medical encyclopedia. I hon-honestly thought that everyone experienced th-things the same way that I did until-” Toulouse cut off. He can still remember his mother's disappointment that he was just as broken as his brother and sister. His nose wrinkled as he tried to get past the dark thoughts. Thinking about his mother could cause a painful reaction. His stomach turned at the lingering thoughts of her.

Eeyore's last question registered in his ears. “No-no it wasn't you. In general, I-I am nervous when I am around anyone.” His twisting thoughts about his mother fell to the wayside as he focused more on Eeyore. “If my-If I am bothering you,or if how I am is mak-making you uncomfortable, I can go. I some-sometimes don't understand social ques for when to leave or to-to just shut up.”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[the-real-grumpycat]

"No, Marie." he replied sarcastically, fighting to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "I’m good." Berlioz replied before Toulouse could get the question out. Having grown up with him, he had grown rather accustomed to translating his stuttered words into full sentences. Frankly, he had become rather good at it.

Berlioz caught the twitch in his hand from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t comment on it. “It’s an asylum, not a jail.” he replied with a wave of his hand. “The only way that you don’t get to see someone is if you do something so bad that they send you to lockdown.” His brow furrowed slightly at the mention of the place. Having been there twice now, he really had no desire to go back. “So why’d the bitch send you here?”

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse focused down at his tray as he tried to hold back any telling emotions. Him and his brother may never have had a perfect relationship, but seeing him here in this strange place was very comforting. Toulouse may not be used to showing his affections openly, but he gave Berlioz a grateful smile when he was able to work through what Toulouse was trying to say.

Lockdown did not sound too bad to Toulouse, it actually was a place he would prefer to be instead of up around so many people. He flinched when Berlioz referred to their mother; still not being over his forced exit made it more difficult to think about her. “More than likely because she was running out of closet space,” Toulouse shook his head as he thought about their mother, “My anti-social behavior was bothering her way of life I'd imagined.”

[panseeksadventure-deactivated20]

Read me a story || Open

[panseeksadventure-deactivated20]

If Peter wasn’t so self-absorbed, he’d probably notice how the other boy didn’t seem like he wanted to be disrupted. Well, it was far too late either way, since he was right there next to his new acquaintance, already engaged in conversation. “There’s always a first time, right?” Sitting by the other at the table, he beamed.

Before he pushed his own book towards the other — a copy of Grimms’ Fairy Tales — the other’s book caught his attention. “This isn’t English!” he exclaimed as if it was some grand discovery,  ”What is it? Can you read it to me?’ Pan didn’t even think about the fact he probably wouldn’t understand a word of it. He had never been read a story in another language and the prospect of it excited him.

[toulousesanity]

Nodding his head, Toulouse agreed, “I can-can't say I am not capable of something if I-I never tried.” He hastily caught the book the boy handed him. The Grimm Brothers, they were a classic. He remembered he would read the stories as a child, even if his mother would box his ears because it was not French and therefore unacceptable.

Toulouse felt like the boy would be bouncing off the walls if he could. The boys energy was infectious, Toulouse found himself wanting to shield his eyes from the pure excitement the boy was exuding. “It's French. I could read it to you if you would like, but it pro-probably be boring for you if you can't un-understand it.”

[panseeksadventure-deactivated20]

Read me a story || Open

Pan was bored.

When wasn’t he bored, really? It was difficult not to run out of things to do when you were locked up in a damn asylum. At least that was what he told himself. So maybe that was why he found himself there: in the Library.

He had stayed far from the dusty shelves for the greater part of his stay at Rogue Vengeance. You see, while Peter enjoyed listening to a good story, he wasn’t that much of a fan of actually reading them. He had never been that great of a reader. He had learned it properly, yes, yet he lacked the patience to sit still and enjoy the words on the page. He’d rather have somebody else read it to him.

A fleeting thought of Wendy crossed his mind as he opened the selected title before him, but he was quick to dismiss it. At first all was fine. He was doing great, actually. Quite suddenly, however, he couldn’t do it anymore. There were too many words and not that many nice pictures to look at. With a long sigh and a whine, Pan closed the book.

His gaze met another’s, and an idea sparked in his mind. Hurried steps being taken, he rushed towards them. “Are you a good storyteller?” he questioned with one eyebrow arched, charming smile splitting his lips and book still in his hands. 

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse was pleasantly surprised when he found the foreign language section in the library. Taking out a novel in French, he set out to find a place to read comfortably. He sat down at an empty table and began reading. There did not seem to be a lot of people there today. This suited Toulouse nicely as he delved into his favorite novel by Alexandre Dumas.

A sound caught his attention and Toulouse looked over at the other occupant in the room. Being caught in the eyes of the other patient gave Toulouse a harried feeling. Toulouse watched helplessly as the boy rushed over and asked his question. Blinking his eyes slowly, Toulouse was not sure how to respond. “Um-well I-I don't exactly have any ex-experience in that matter. Uh-I-I could always try though.” 

[the-dancing-outcast]

Esmeralda walked down the hall and entered the rec room. She saw a few patients in the room, some reading, some watching the TV. Turning to the television, Esmeralda saw a balding man reading the news for Channel 5. The newscaster talked about a wildfire that was burning through the countryside. She started feeling a little shaky. She watched the fire intently and started feeling dizzy. It was bringing back memories of her nightmares and her being burned. She started hyperventilating and sweating. Her knees got weak and she started to fall; reaching for the couch to hold herself up. Suddenly she felt gentle arms hold onto her and grasp her tightly. She closed her eyes and accepted being held and it calmed her down.

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse was at a lose for how to handle this situation. Did she just faint in his arms? Where were the vapors? He does not have the sanity for this! He could not just had let her fall, it was not proper protocol and he could feel his mother clipping his ear just for the suggestion of not catching a lady. Guiding her to the nearest couch, Toulouse eased her down as gently as he could. “M-ma'am? Ar-are you alright? D-do I need to call a nurse?”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[elsaofgrimmsvale-blog]

She shook her head. “It’s not. You’ll adjust,” Elsa reassured him gently. “Where are you from?” She inquired nosily. It wasn’t any of her business, but she didn’t want to sit in silence the rest of the meal.

[toulousesanity]

"Uh-well I-I am from France. Paris to be exact," Toulouse answered. He tried to not let the morose feeling seep into him. "I am far from home now. What about you?" Toulouse looked curiously at her. 

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[myoldbonyself]

Jack offered forth a few of his napkins. He shook his head and the boy’s words. “No no. Don’t think like that. I actually have NO stage fright mentally. I can talk in front of a crowd without a problem. However, I shake like CRAZY when I do. Everyone’s different.”

He shook his head again at the boy’s apology. “Really, don’t be. I’ve seen worse and I should probably know my audience before I say things.” He said with a kind smile.

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse nodded at him as he took the proffered napkins. Taking them carefully, Toulouse started wiping up the mess he made. The table was wet and his food was a lost cause now. A light laugh escaped Toulouse at the man's confession.

Shakily, Toulouse carded a hand through his hair as the man continued to speak. He looked incredulously at the man after he spoke, “You just met me, how could you know?”  

[basilgmd]

Basil watched him from the corner of his eye as he moved as he heard Toulouse’s question. “From a book at the library here. There’s all kind of how to books in there for this sort of thing. It’s pretty much where I learned how to make them just by reading and following the picture by picture instructions. There’s other books like this there if your interested in keeping yourself busy……It’s a good way to pass the time around this place……have you been down to the library yet?”

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse tried to not show his surprise at such a straight forward answer. He does not know exactly what he was expecting, but some disorder where the person folds paper in his sleep did cross his mind. Giving a little strangled cough, Toulouse started to answer, “N-no I haven't exactly made it down there yet. An-any books on how to become sane? Tha-that might be-well.” Toulouse cleared his throat and tried to say something else, “Do you have a favorite book?”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[basilgmd]

"Well I hadn’t seen you around here before so I suspected that you were new here." Basil took a sip of his tea and sandwich as he listened while still taking mental notes to save for another time to look over. "Ah I see…..so how are you adjusting to this place? for some they seem okay and other’s they try to break out of here on the first day…."

[toulousesanity]

“People actually try to escape?” Toulouse was equal parts surprised and worried. He did not want to be caught in the crossfire of any harebrained escape. “There really isn't much to escape to though, is there?” Gesturing to the window. There was a nearby town, but that would be too obvious of a place to run too. How do they expect to escape then? Would there be a reason to escape?

Toulouse looked dejectedly down at his lap. His usual maroon was seeping away at the cold turn of his thoughts. “I would have no where to go,” he said under his breath. His left hand started shaking slightly as he wished for nothing more to be back in his new room.  

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[myoldbonyself]

Jack’s eyes widened slightly. How was this going so wrong? He was usually great with the first meeting thing. And now he’d nearly sent the boy into a panic attack. With words and NOT appearance. He felt horrible.

Jack nodded when Toulouse finally got out his sentence. “Fair enough. Makes sense.” He nodded.

He wanted to ask if he should but was scared that would inspire guilt or the idea the boy had scared him off and Jack didn’t want that either. He looked down at his tray, wondering what else he could offer him.

[toulousesanity]

Taking a deep breath, Toulouse tried to calm himself down. He brought his shaky, paint-stained hand up to grab his cup of water. The water sloshed over the edges of the rim as he brought it to his face. Toulouse felt wet as his shaking made the water fall out on him. A cracked laugh escaped Toulouse as he felt his now wet face.

Toulouse looked over to the man as he tried to smile, “This-s is prob-probably why they sh-should put me in iso-isolation.” Shaking his head, Toulouse gaze became lost on his tray, “If I-I freak out at the very thought of it, how can I get better?” The shaking had stopped but his breathing was still labored. Turning to the man again, Toulouse apologized, “I am sorry you had to witness that.”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[elsaofgrimmsvale-blog]

She thought for a moment, staring at her glass. “More like… you’re in a daze. It can be fun here,” she reassured him with a small smile. “And you can go outside to pass the time. It’s just… a blur,” Elsa shrugged.

[toulousesanity]

Looking down at his food, Toulouse thought about what that would mean. He steadfastly had not gone outside when he was back at home, maybe it would be a different experience here. No paparazzi circling like vultures or socialites waiting for the next morsel of gossip. “Oh that's-well I guess that is not bad.”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[thefixerupper-deactivated201410]

A soft sight of relief escaped him, and he gave the other patient a warm smile. He was a little surprised that he was told to stay, especially since the young man was so set against having company earlier, but he learned not to question other while in the asylum or judge solely on first impressions, most of the time people did certain things because of their disorders and didn’t know any better. He picked up of his fork and took a significantly smaller bite, made sure to chew thoroughly, and allowed his blue eyes to scan the rest of the cafeteria. He saw a few familiar faces, but averted his eyes before they noticed he was looking in order to avoid having to converse with them.

His eyes snapped back to the other man as soon as he spoke, his smile returning. He hadn’t expected an introduction, so he had to swallow quickly and wipe his hands on his shirt before offering it out for a friendly handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, Toulouse.” It was an unusual name really, not one he’d ever heard before, but it certainly fit the unusual boy sitting across from him. “I’m Kristoff.” He added as an afterthought, returning his attention to his food. “Are you new here?” He asked, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse watched Kristoff smile at him and refrained from shielding his eyes. People did not experience things like he did, and it would probably freak others out. The man had started eating slower and more refined. Observing this caused a slight stab in Toulouse's gut; guilt started to expel from him like bile. He had not had meant to make Kristoff lose his vigor. Incredibly selfish. Toulouse put his free hand under his leg to keep himself from pulling at his hair. This is why you don't speak.

Taking another bite from his lunch, Toulouse listened to Kristoff's question. He nodded his head as he answered, “I-I just got here this week. It's-It has certainly been a-an experience.” A mirthless grin plastered on his face as he focused on his food. He would probably be done eating soon and then he could leave Kristoff to some peace. Toulouse had seen him looking around the cafeteria, he was probably looking for another table to escape to.

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[elsaofgrimmsvale-blog]

She picked at her food as Toulouse spoke. Taking a sip of water, she smiled  and shook her head to indicate that she didn’t mind. “A few months. Three, maybe?” Elsa shrugged before taking another bite. “Time gets away from me here.

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse moved around the fork on his plate, there was barely any left but he wanted to talk to Elsa. "Did the time get away from you in a good or bad way? Like fun makes time fly by or you've been locked in a windowless room and haven't been able to count the passing of days?"

[basilgmd]

"No, not really, but it is rather relaxing and I guess I just kept going while watching the movie." It wasn’t a usual thing with him, but when he gets into something he does end up working on it without thinking too much about it. "So what have you been up to today?"

[toulousesanity]

His eyebrow quirked a little at the question before he answered, “Nothing as productive as you I can assure you.” Coming into the rec room little by little, Toulouse circled around all the origami. He put his arms behind his back suddenly when he was about to reach out for one. Toulouse did not know what kind of reaction that would garner, so he decided to play it safe. Clearing his throat he started again, “The most I can do with paper is make it into a crude paper plan that does not fly straight but crashes almost instantly. How did you learn how to do all these?”

[toulousesanity]

Cafeteria Company || Open

[raincloudeeyore-blog]

"It’s nice to meet you too," Eeyore replied. Ah, someone else with a sister. Everyone he’d talked to lately had some kind of sibling issue, it seemed. "Well, your sister’s not here, so the table’s definitely yours." He tapped on the surface with his fingernails. "Are you new around here?"

He chewed his food silently as Toulouse stared over at him. When he asked what he was there for, Eeyore could only blink at the boy. No one had asked him that before… and he hadn’t asked that of anyone else either, actually. He assumed it was an unspoken rule to not discuss it. “Most people don’t ask that, you know,” said Eeyore, not sure if he wanted to answer or not. The words - major depressive disorder - still fell uncomfortably from his tongue. He was sad, and he was empty, and to put fancy words with it seemed wrong somehow. “I’m… depressed, I guess,” he finally shared. “You?” He didn’t feel guilty asking Toulouse, especially since he’d been the one to ask first. 

[toulousesanity]

Toulouse felt a bit better of his position in the asylum as he talked to Eeyore. It was not the big wrought iron gates equipped with dingy rooms and lightning streaks across the window panes he had expected. Lifting his head up, Toulouse nodded at Eeyore's question, “I-I just got in this week.” His eyebrows scrunched together as he remembered being dragged from his home at the behest of his mother. Shaking himself out of his dark thoughts, turned back to the conversation with Eeyore.

It was not a polite question that Toulouse asked. Seconds afterward, Toulouse wanted to curl up and go back to his room over the vulgarity of the question. Trying to find the words to retract such a question, Toulouse was left baffled when Eeyore proceeded to answer it. Depression? Toulouse nodded his head in understanding. After hearing Eeyore's follow up question, Toulouse would have to answer the question. It was only polite, after all. “I-I have Syn-Synesthesia,” he shifted his body as he tried to continue, “-also I-I have a-well it's a disorder where-I just have a difficult time with social interactions. More or less.”