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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 29, 2008 22:06:59 GMT -5
Clarice sat on a couch, her arms wrapped around her knees. She stared into space, trying to excape the empy feeling her father had placed in her. She barely moved or blinked, she wouldn't know if anyone entered the room until they spoke.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Jan 29, 2008 23:21:35 GMT -5
Logan had been sitting in the corner of the room. Half asleep, hands deep in his torn pockets, head bent down. He jolted awake before nearly falling out of the cheap plastic chair he had been forced to sit in on "bad behavior." Being up all night was apparently frowned upon. Or maybe it was just the walking around part. Either way, he had been forced to sit in the Common where someone could keep an eye on him. When he'd closed his eyes, no one had been around, but now he saw a girl sitting on the couch, facing away from him.
"How long have you been here?" he said suddenly.
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 29, 2008 23:33:17 GMT -5
Clarice slowly looked at the boy, she knew that as long as he didn't go near her she wouldn't slip into the safe world. "This room, a few moments. This place, a couple of months." She whispered dully. Any happiness she once had had left her years ago. She looked back at the wall, she hugged her knees closer to her chest as a safe guard.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Jan 29, 2008 23:36:45 GMT -5
"Haven't seen you before," he said, slower and more calmly this time. This girl gave off a fragile vibe. "Then again, I've only been here for like, a week." He rolled his eyes. This hospital was a waste of time to him. "Longest I've gone without getting high in a while, though. Feels weird." He just looked at her for a while, at a loss of anything to say.
"Well, uh...what are you here for?"
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 29, 2008 23:41:57 GMT -5
"When males approach me, I slip into a made up world. 1En raison de mon père." She spoke the reason in her native language. She put her chin on her knees as she remembered the look her father gave her when she told what he did to her. She closed her eyes making the image go away, she wanted to forget it ever happened.
{1 Because of my father}
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Post by Logan Sloan on Jan 29, 2008 23:48:21 GMT -5
Okay, so now he knew males made her uncomfortable. This put him in an odd place. Most people he would joke and laugh with, but this girl was...different. There was just pain radiating from her body, and he didn't want to add to it. He didn't understand what she had said, but he knew that it was something that haunted her. He could see it in her eyes.
"I could leave," he suggested, getting up. "I mean, they'll probably send me back in here, but if you, like, need a few...you know."
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 29, 2008 23:55:30 GMT -5
"No, as long as you don't come near me I wont slip into that world." She said, it was the truth, she was fine with males being in the same room, but when they got close to her she left the real world. She bit her lower lip as she opened her eyes, she wished she could remember the times before her father changed.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Jan 30, 2008 11:45:23 GMT -5
Logan knew that something was wrong with this girl. He'd lost touch with reality a bunch of times, but that was because he was getting high and looking for it. This girl just slipped into it? Because of dudes? He scratched his black hair covered head and bit a metal ring in his bottom lip. He walked closer to her, keeping his distance, and sat opposite her in a chair. He hoped he wasn't to close.
"So, like, your mind actually just leaves? Without any drugs or anything?"
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 30, 2008 11:50:34 GMT -5
Clarice nodded. "I go to a world where princes and knights in shining armor is real, a place where they would save me if I got in trouble..." She trailed off as she remembered her mother reading her fairy tales. She hasn't talked about what happened since the court day, the people her mother sent her to, in Paris told her she needed to talk about it, but she refused to.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Jan 30, 2008 11:55:42 GMT -5
He smiled. She looked older on the outside, but inside he knew there was just an innocent child. She reminded him of his little sister, whom he hadn't seen in three years. She would've outgrown fairy tales by now, but Logan would always remember reading to her before she asked him not to leave with the bad people. His smile disappeared when he remembered the day they took her away.
"So princes and knights, hey? And what crazy turn of events brought this into effect?"
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 30, 2008 12:02:01 GMT -5
"Someone I trusted hurt me." Clarice said quietly, her eyes widened then she shook her head and said no more. She had breifly saw a memory of him entering her room, she had this other world to escape the memories. She tightened her grip on her legs and blinked back tears, tears she had been holding back for years.
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Post by Jacinthe Idle. on Jan 30, 2008 15:34:22 GMT -5
Jacie found herself wandering into the Common, though she really wanted to go outside. She had been out once or twice since she had been at St. Mary's, but only under the watchful eye of an orderly. She stepped through the doorway, a pair of loose tennis shoes squeaking on the linoleum. They were loose because they were missing the laces. Everyone's shoes were like that here, though Jacie had spotted a few loonies who didn't wear shoes at all.
Nobody had belts either, so pants were falling down left right and center. Jacie found this funny, and she laughed inwardly at the thought. Upon looking up she noticed two other people, a boy and a girl. They seemed to be talking, but Jacie had a feeling that the girl wasn't exactly all there.
She walked toward them, letting her shoes slap loudly on the floor to make herself known. "Is there a reason you don't have the tv on?" she said, bending down to push the power button. An infomercial was playing, as always. There were never any good channels on the television in the Psych ward.
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Jan 30, 2008 20:49:59 GMT -5
"I didn't want it on." Clarice said, the television, no matter what was on reminded her of home, where they told her story on the news stations. She wished her father hadn't been a big business man, if he had been a no body then she wouldn't have been the talk of the city. Clarice went back to staring out in space, she wondered if the boy had figured out who she had meant.
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Post by Logan Sloan on Feb 2, 2008 23:40:37 GMT -5
After the girl he had been talking to said that she didn't want the television on, Logan got up and turned it off, despite the girl who had turned it on being in her way. He gave her a little push as he hit the power button, and went back to sit in the chair he was in. Logan wasn't the nicest person in the world, and he'd admit that on more than one occassion he had purposely pissed people off, but for some reason, he just wanted to continue his conversation with this quiet, out of it girl while ignoring the one who had just stormed in. He didn't ignore her out of annoyance, his interest was just purely elsewhere.
"I didn't catch your name," he said suddenly, realizing that they had never introduced themselves. "I'm Logan."
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Post by Clarice Anna Bellerose on Feb 3, 2008 5:16:43 GMT -5
"Clarice." She said having to use her French accent to say it, if she had said it without the accent it wouldn't sound right. She hugged her legs to her chest, she had hidden her very small smile when he turned the tv off.
((Sorry for the shortness >.<))
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