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Post by Aaron Martin on Jan 31, 2008 13:30:10 GMT -5
Aaron sat in the Common, as the doctors called it, at a table playing solitaire. Normally, the staff wouldn't allow him to have playing cards, but the deck his mother brought him was old. He'd had it since he started middle school and by now, the cards were worn and some were even tearing in places. After the doctors decided that there really wasn't a way that he could kill himself or anyone else with them, they let him have the deck.
Six of spades on top of five of hearts. If only life were as easy as this game. It seemed like he knew his cards so well that he could win solitaire every time. Still, playing cards were no substitute for real friends. He really hadn't made any, but then again, he really didn't do much except sleep, eat alone, go to therapy, try to find somewhere away from anywhere else and sleep again. He knew that there were other patients, but he still didn't know if he wanted to meet any of them.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 2, 2008 1:55:46 GMT -5
Abigail had tried to avoid the common area as much as possible. But as much as she enjoyed her new roommate, sometimes she just needed a little break. She was hoping to be alone when she entered the room, but to her dismay, there was another patient playing solitare. With a slight huff, she walked to the otherside of the room and plopped her self down into a chair. She stared at the boy as he fussed with the cards, studying his facial expressing as he concentrated on his game. He was somewhat easy on the eyes, reminded her of an ex-boyfriend. She decided this boy would provide her some entertainment and continued to watch him, wondering if she should be polite and introduce herself.
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 4, 2008 1:55:07 GMT -5
It was then that Aaron noticed that there was another person in the room. With his peripheral vision, he could definitely make someone out, but the only thing he knew for certain was that the person had red hair. That was it.
Still, it might not hurt him to at least try and make friends...
"You play poker?" he asked the girl, as he could now see who she was...or, at least, that she was a girl.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 4, 2008 2:00:51 GMT -5
Abigail smiled and walked over to the boy. "What's the ante? Pudding from the cafeteria, a soda, or perhaps clothing?" She pulled out a chair opposite of the boy and plopped. She flipped her long wavy hair behind her shoulder and flashed him a sly smile. "I'm Abigail, deal me in."
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 4, 2008 12:55:48 GMT -5
Aaron studied Abigail as she sat down. She seemed normal on the surface...but then again, everyone in here did.
"I'm Aaron," he said, giving her a half-assed smile. He didn't mean to be impolite, but it was so hard to find things to smile about in this place.
"Um," he said, buying himself some time with his words as he thought of the ante. Soda? Maybe. Pudding? Maybe. Clothes? Well, clothes weren't really a good ante...more like a good bet.
"Let's make it no ante strip poker, Texas Hold 'Em," he suggested, deftly dealing each of them five cards.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 4, 2008 20:31:05 GMT -5
Abigail leaned backed, smiled, and began scooping up the cards. "So losing hand loses an article of clothing?" She fanned out the cards in her hand. "I hope you're wearing clean underwear because I'm gonna have you dancing in them in no time."
Abigail let herself laugh. It was the second time in a week she had laugh. She almost forgot what it was like to laugh. "So who you rooming with?"
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 4, 2008 21:11:06 GMT -5
When Abigail asked Aaron about the clothing, he nodded. Then he gave a small chuckle at the remark that followed it. She might be good at poker, but he knew these cards better than the back of his scar-covered hand. It might have been a little unfair, but then again, she didn't know and if she had, she might have asked him to get another deck of cards, even though it would probably be near impossible to get one.
"Some guy named Logan," he said, taking three cards off the top of the deck and putting them in a row next to the pile. He could hardly believe his luck; he had two pair. For now, anyway. He looked at her over his hand.
"What about you?" he asked, taking another card from the top of the deck and laying it next to the three.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 4, 2008 21:41:05 GMT -5
"Hayley. She's pretty cool." Abigail looked at the cards. She had a three of a kind, but it wasn't too spectaculor. She watched as Aaron layed out the three cards, and noticed the scars on his hand. "Are you a cutter?" She asked pointing at his hands.
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 4, 2008 21:50:47 GMT -5
Aaron's eyes traveled down to his arms.
"No. Well...just one time," he said, trying to steer the conversation away from that topic. Sure, he'd talked about it with Hayley, but he didn't even know why he'd done that. It wasnt something he'd even talked with his mother about; she had to hear it from the doctor at the hospital.
He laid down another card and saw that he had three pairs, but he didn't know if it was enough to win the hand.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 4, 2008 22:16:57 GMT -5
"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Abigail studied the cards. Four of a kind, but it was a low one. She was glad she wore a t-shirt under her sweatshirt because she felt a losing hand coming on. "You know, you have some pretty intense eyes. It's hard to read you." She smiled and put her cards faced down on the table. She then pulled out her chapstick and ran it across her lips. "Hmm so what now?"
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 7, 2008 14:39:30 GMT -5
Aaron laid out his cards and showed his three pairs.
"I think I won," he said, smiling.
"Oh, and I'm not upset. I just don't really talk about it. Not that I don't want to," he said, giving her a reassuring smile. He blushed a little as she commented on his eyes. No one had ever actually said anything about them, but it was nice to be complicated. And he assumed that being hard to read was a good thing. In this case, anyway.
"Well, I have no idea. Cards weren't as fun as I thought they were," he said, shrugging and reorganizing the cards into a neat deck.
"What is there to do in a mental institution?" he asked.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 7, 2008 21:51:02 GMT -5
"Hmm, well since I deemed myself activites director of St. Mary's we could go on a tour of the endless hallways, visit the one star dinning hall, bum some cigarettes off of an orderly, terrorize other crazies, or bump uglies." Abigail flashed a cheesy smile at Aaron, then started laughing. Sometimes she even shocked herself .with her sense of humor.
"Or we could get comfy on one of the urine stained couches and swap war stories , up to you."
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Post by Aaron Martin on Feb 8, 2008 11:43:25 GMT -5
Aaron put the cards back in their tattered box as he listened to her suggestions. None of them seemed more fun than the others, except maybe the sex suggestion. Still, sex wasn't that meaningless to him that he would have it whenever, wherever. Yeah, he was a guy, but he had standards. Maybe if he knew her a little better.
Then she suggested swapping war stories. It sounded like the most fun. Or the most interesting, at least.
"Let's swap war stories," he said, getting up from his seat.
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Post by Abigail Williams on Feb 8, 2008 21:07:27 GMT -5
Abigail was glad he picked swapping war stories. She hoped that he had catched her sarcasm in her suggestions. She also didn't want him thinking she was loose or something because that was farthest from the truth. As Aaron stood up, she turned herself to the side of her chair preparing to follow.
"So Aaron, paper, rock, scissors decides who asks the questions and who answers?" She balled her hand into a fist and flashed a quick smile.
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