private The Mental Rehabilitation Center

[NeverNeverland 1,940]

"Charles, shut up." Sylvester yelled, not taking his eyes off his plate. "If the bitch wants to act like a conceited wackjob, let her. We're not gonna stop her anytime soon." He finished his plate, and handed it off back to the cafeteria lady - being the only Schizoid in the facility, he was thankful that he didn't need medication - before heading back to his seat. This time, he was quickly losing himself in his own thought.

[MachineGunLola 408]

Help us.. Yeah right.

More like make me a whale!

Skyler thought to herself, standing in the back of the room.

She hated when the other members made outbursts like this- why draw attention to themselves?

 

Andrea stood on top of a table and screamed.

"Everyone shut up! You're all missing the most important part of this!"

She looked around and smiled.

"Me!"

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Michelle grinned and clapped her hands dramatically as Charles shouter at her. She sighed with relief and flipped her head back. It was as if she got some sort of sexual gratification from stirring up trouble. Michelle turned and smiled at Sylvester comment, "at least some genius mind gets me." Michelle giggled at winked at Sylvester.

"Hey Andre? Did you see that? Emma and Katie didn't eat their eggs. It's cute how they think we didn't notice. I'm not as stupid as the nurses at this institute. I wonder how badly solitary would fuck them up? They've never been." Michelle raised her brow and grinned. "don't worry though Katie, we won't tell on you. Come sit with us." Michelle smiled sweetly, "you're so pretty. I love your hair."

[MachineGunLola 408]

"Hm, maybe we should tell on them.." Andrea said, smirking evilly.

"My hair is prettier!" Andrea said jealously.

 

Skyler hear Michelle's comment and hoped she was just messing with her.

She couldn't stand being in solitary.

[Guest]

Samuel had had enough of the way things were rapidly spiraling out of control in the cafeteria.

"For the love of God, all of you shut the FUCK UP!" he yelled, smashing his fists on the metal table.

Some of the room turned their attention to him -- the majority stared mindlessly at Andy, another patient. He stood up and evaluated the room. Everyone was senseless. Samuel glanced at the clock. 7:26 AM.

 

"You're all broken. That's why you're here." he continued, "You're not here to suffer. You're not here to cry. You're not here to worry. You're not here to die."

His short rhyme had set a few of the patients' minds at ease. Simple things seem to do miracles for others. His face was motionless, as if he had stated a fact.

"I'm not sure why you insist on complaining -- it halts all the necessary progress this establishment must provide in order to fix you. These doctors and nurses are in the medical field for a reason. It goes against the Hippocratic Oath they swore upon to harm any patient in need. If they truly wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now." Samuel said.

 

Nonetheless, he could tell nobody took his words seriously. After all, they were here for a reason. If a small talk like his had worked, the patients wouldn't be in the hospital with him. Samuel sighed. He turned and faced Michelle who was making others feel insecure.

You're lucky I'm not as insane as you. One knife is all it would take, you spot-stealing minx.

"Michelle, you need to shut the fuck up and quit playing with everyone's heads. You're a human being -- you live on the exact same plain of existence as everyone else. Nothing gives you the damn right to mess with the ill." he said.

The nurses had let things get a little out of hand. It was almost pitiful how much they depended on one woman.

Hopefully Nurse Flo returns promptly on time. I want this disorderly mayhem ended. Now.

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Charles actually smiled at both Vester's and Simon's comments. True, he thought to himself at Sylvester's comment, Guess I did overreact.

His anger calmed a bit, and turned into relief at Simon's lecture. Finally, he thought, Another person with the 'right' mind.

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Xavier lay underneath the blankets, hiding from his roommate. He couldn't stand to look at him, lest he draw attention to himself. He waited till he heard no noise. Silence filled the room. eventually Xavier poked his head to find, thankfully, that no one was around. He noticed that there was a plastic tray with his medication in it, next to a plastic cup. He hurriedly swallowed the pills, and waited for what was to come.

They made him feel more...relaxed. It made him care less about his image, less about everything.

It wasn't himself, but Xavier had come to learn that the "institution" didn't want him. They were supposed to give what society wanted, and this was what society wanted.

Hungry, Xavier made his way to the cafeteria, and quickly took his eggs to the corner of the room away from all the others. He nibbled on his food, occasionally glancing at the others. He preferred to stay away from all that commotion. Xavier couldn't stand being in the middle of it all, on the off chance that some of the attention would shine onto him. Xavier choked at the thought.

 

(OOC: Ummm, I know that I was supposed to take the pills in the cafeteria, but my character is too scared to get out of bed without, so I hope it's okay if I take it early on.)

[Strong Hooves 289]

Ron was lead to Flos office where he was told to sit in a chair in front of her desk, and for the first time, he looked nervous. He was never brought away and isolated from the others, he only acted rough when others were there to watch, now that he was alone, he felt exposed and vulnerable. Ron was brought here before, he could still remember what she did to bring back John. He looked at his arm, a long pale scar stretched from his palm down to his elbow. An 'accident' as he was told, though he couldn't be sure.

 

((sorry for the delay guys, I fell asleep x3))

[MachineGunLola 408]

Skyler ran from the cafeteria, and into her room.

She grabbed some clothes and a towel, then headed to the showers.

She couldn't wait for a shower anymore, she didn't care that she might get in trouble.

 

She only wished that she was allowed to shave without supervision- she'd love to take a razor apart and use it to cut herself.

She liked watching the blood go down the drain.

It's was a very beautiful color.

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Charles eventually got bored and casually walked out of the cafeteria.

He headed for his room, hoping he'd waste some time there.

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Misha slowly walked out of the cafeteria. After witnessing what went on in there, he was a little shaken.

Why didn't I step in? Why did I just sit and watch? I'm the one they should be talking about!

As anger grew inside, he walked to his room, fists clenched. As Aaron slowly entered his room, Misha slammed the door on his face. Hearing the noise, the nurse peered over to see what had happened.

She never saw the things Misha did to Aaron.

[Flow 1,628]

Emma is currently the youngest patient in the Mental Rehabilitation Center, and being the youngest, she often gets bullied by the others, little do they know is that if it gets out of control, she will turn violent and grab anything beside her and hit them with it, however it rarely ever happens due to the medication she receives.

 

And for an odd reason, she has a good sense of hearing, in which she overheard Michelle and Andrea's conversation, she tried to ignore it, but couldn't, then she stood up and was about to throw her chair at them, but she heard someone shouting, it was Samuel, and what he said had stopped her from doing it. She sat down again and resumed eating. Andrea always intimidated her, in retaliation, Emma likes throwing things at her when no one's around.

 

She would never forget her first time here, it's when Andrea punched her as part of an "initiation" into what she called "The Girls Club" which never existed and was simply a ploy to abuse her, it was because she got pissed upon learning that Emma will be staying with her, and she wanted the whole room for herself. As she punched Emma, it hit her hard, and unknown to her at that time is that she has Paranoid personality disorder, which causes her to go violent at random times, and she knew she had it when she retaliated by whipping her with a tin trash bin, and bending it with each blow, causing her to bleed. After the incident, Andrea never tried laying a finger on Emma ever again, but she continues to make rude remarks on her.

 

"Humph! You fucking narcissist, can't believe they made me stay with a bitch like you!" She thought as she ate, then she drank her pills and just stayed in her seat.

Edited June 1, 2012 by Narutardedscum!!

[NeverNeverland 1,940]

This is a lot of disgusting behavior... why am I not surprised... Sylvester thought, as he rose from his seat and left the cafeteria. Hell, he thought that if everyone was leaving, might as well. He went over to his room and grabbed a small Polaroid camera and went off into the recreation room. It was a fairly big size, with a good TV and games in working conditions. Sylvester took notice of all the people in the room, quietly going on with their day before turning to him. Being one of the VERY few that had either Schizoid or Schizotypal personality disorder, he was subject to ostracization, and fortunately he got the one where he didn't give a crap about what others think.

 

"Yeah, a hearty hello to you as well." Vester grunted, shooting a glare at the patients near the TV before heading over to one of the shelves, containing the deck of cards. With a smile on his face, he went over to a small table nearby and got to work on the card towers he loved to make. Hopefully, it'll keep his mind off of later testing and help him keep his sanity during the group therapy session, whenever that was...

[Proailurus 214]

OOC: So sry for being so late at posting, first I was reading a fanfic for hours last night then I had to sleep because it was 10:00 and I didn't feel like staying up and then everybody was posting like 10 times when it was 2:00 in the morning for me, thanks a lot lol

 

IC:

After he got his food, Zachary sat down at a table away from everyone else and took his "medication." Can't believe they make me take some shit for no reason everyday, he thought.

He finished eating after a long while, listening to the other patients go completely insane.

After a while of just sitting there, he left the cafeteria and headed to his room. He thought about the new patient that would share the room with him and Samuel later, John. He sighed at the thought.

Edited June 1, 2012 by LightningWolf

[Croaks 251]

Charles reached his room, he was a slow walker; never in a rush to do anything unless it was really important.

He walked up to his bed, and laid on it, thinking. In the process, emotions kept shifting back and forth, to where he eventually felt like going to the Rec Room.

He felt laid back and relaxed, as he put his hands in his pockets and walked down the halls to his destination.

He walked into rec room, sat on a couch, and watched whatever the guy with the remote was watching.

Edited June 1, 2012 by Pilot (Croaks)

[Shankveld 4,949]

Michelle smiled at Samuel, "kidney, heart, throat, spinal column, lungs, liver, jugular vein, subclavian artery..."

"That's enough, Michelle!"

Michelle held up her plastic fork, "so many choices. Which vital, vulnerable spot should I choose?" Her voice was so sickeningly sweet.

"Michelle, I said enough!"

"What does your blood taste like, Samuel?"

A male nurse grabbed Michelle, "to your room!"

"It's a shame you can't keep me there forever." Michelle never broke eye contact with Samuel as she licked her lips.

She was then removed and brought back to her room, they locked the door.

 

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Nurse Flo pulled out a paper bag and gave the french toast she had to Ron. "You're going need to eat up, to get your strength back. That football accident really did a number on you eh? You'll be fine though." Nurse Flo smiled. "How's your brother John? I haven't seen him at school today? Is everything alright?" Nurse Flo smiled again. Her pager was beeping constantly, can they not even watch things for five minutes?

The door to the bathing area was locked as usual. Another nurse noticed Skylar there. "What are you doing here?! It's breakfast time!" She saw him pull out a needle. "Go back to the cafeteria! If you're done eating go to the rec room, or your room." He approached her quicker and quicker.

 

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"Misha!!" Aaron began banging on the door frantically, "this is my room too!" Aaron began to scream and cry.

[Strong Hooves 289]

Ron bit into the French toast hungrily, shrugging at the question. "The shrimps alright I guess, won't stop having those stupid nightmares though, their scary bu-" Ron quickly shut his mouth, his eyes widened, John never spoke ofhis nightmares, and made his other personifies swear not to tell. Nurse Flo looked at Ron curiously, but before she could question him, he hurriedly said, "Well, thanks for the French toast Flo, but I gotta go!" he then went into another trance, and eventually, John was back in control. He looked around confusedly, with no recolatiom of what happened. "Uhh. Hello Nurse Flo, umm... what am I doing here? I... wait... who got out this time?"

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"I don't know what you're talking about John. You just came to my office to get some breakfast. Now hurry along it'll be bath time soon." Nurse Flo stood up with a smile. The other nurses would tell John about his disorder, but Flo would rather not upset John. He was a gentle young man and her confirming his suspicious could only upset him more, and his personalities. Flo couldn't risk losing him forever.

[Strong Hooves 289]

John gave nurse Flo a sad smile, sensing that she was only trying to protect him. "You don't have to hide anything Ms. Flo... I talk with my family almost every night. That's one of the reasons I'm here. I know I'm not normal... I know I'm... strange..." he looked down, a single tear left his eyes, "The male nurses tell me... 'Youre such a loon acting out your whole family, why can't you just get over yourself?'. I don't like it much... but I dont care... I know they are dead... but this... this helps them stay close to me". He took a shuddering breath then looked up at Flo, eyes teary and bright, "Do... do you think I'm... strange Ms. Flo?"

[Guest]

Samuel stared after Michelle as she left. She was always causing trouble in the ward. No serious damage could be done to me with a fork, he thought. I'd have you on the ground coughing blood within a second. Because of Samuel's strict history toward all things informative and educational, he was well aware that a harsh blow under the ribs was enough to damage a few of the organs she'd contemplated going after. He also understood how to use an opponent's force against them, through rigorous trial and error with his brothers. I wonder how they're holding up, he thought. They had been accepted to the colleges of their choice, and so had he. Upon his first week at his new school, however, Samuel assaulted another student for unruly conduct. He was expelled for projecting things out of proportion and nearly fatally wounding the boy. It was for a greater cause. People should not be allowed to disrupt the natural order of things. This way of thinking is what had gotten Samuel into trouble in the past.

 

Nonetheless, all of that was irrelevant now. It was time to go to the recreational room. Samuel picked up his tray and left his table. She'll find another spot tomorrow, he assured himself. He placed everything neatly in the dedicated destinations to which they belonged. As he walked through the halls, he fidgeted a bit. He wondered whether or not he would have to put an end to Michelle's tomfoolery. Vos mos ruta dies vos sumo lacesco mihi. ((You will rue the day you choose to challenge me.))

Edited June 1, 2012 by Guest

[Skullbuster 1,906]

john stood him self up, he was unsure of what happened, he decided to stand there until he could figure out what to do

[Shankveld 4,949]

Nurse Flo stood up as she pulled a button out of her pocket. "This was my sister's lucky button. She gave it to me for my birthday when she was six. She got sick soon after and is with the Lord now. Now forty some years later I still carry it with me everyday. Now I bet you those male nurses would tease me about it if they knew too." Nurse Flo put her hand on John's head. "Your family left you very early, just like my sister left me too early. We only want to give them the full lives they deserved by allowing them to live on through objects, or memories. I just wish I could still talk to my family like you John. I'm envious." Nurse Flo smiled kindly at John as she led him back to the cafeteria.

It seemed for the most part everyone had finished eating and taken their proper medication. Nurse Flo looked around, "where's Michelle?"

"She's locked in her room."

"Well how did she end up there?"

"She was bothering the other patients. She was harassing Samuel."

Nurse Flo nodded and walked over to Samuel, "now you know better than to listen to Michelle. We expect her to behavior miserably, but you're better than that Sammy." Nurse Flo gently patted Samuel on the head as she continued on her walk.

Nurse Flo reached Michelle's room and unlocked the door. Nurse Flo walked into the dark room, Michelle was sitting in the middle of the floor, her entire room covered with beautiful artwork. There wasn't even a floor to be seen.

"Watch your step."

"It's bath time Michelle."

"I know what time it is. You were busy with the freak boy. The one who thinks he's his dead family."

"It's bath time Michelle."

"What do you think his face looked like when he saw the corpses of his entire family splatter across the road? Vultures swooping in, tearing pieces of flesh off their bodies to feed themselves? I wonder how he'd respond to seeing the boy he ripped apart? His fingers dug into the boys flesh so deep that he had pieces of skin stuck under his fingernails after. I heard to boy will never be able to walk again. I wonder if he hears the sound of the boy shrieking in the middle of the night." Michelle smiled, her thoughts comforted her.

"Michelle..."

Michelle stood up and walked out of the room smiling cutely.

Can you truly feel nothing?

[Croaks 251]

After watching the remainder of the soccer match, Charles felt even more bored, now that the game was over.

Still sitting on the couch, he looked around, seeing Sylvester building a house of cards. He was interested in this and watched him until he was done with it. He spoke up, asking, "Where'd you learn that?"

[Strong Hooves 289]

John felt comforted by Flo's words, he felt a little bit at ease that there was someone who could try to understand him, if only to an extent. He walked back to the cafeteria and heard Flos conversation with one of the other nurses about Michelle. He helped to clean up the eggs that Ron had spilled and took his medication. As he walked to his room to grab clothes for his shower, he overheard Michelle speaking about him. His heart felt like a stone, when Michelle walked out, he stood face to face with her, his eyes were deep pools, showing a pain that hardly anyone could understand. With an unwavering voice, he said "I see them, and I hear him... every night.." he said nothing else as he walked past her, goig to his room and laying down, looking at the only picture he had of his family, one taken the night of the wreck. The picture showed a deep happiness, only adding to Johns sadness.

[NeverNeverland 1,940]

After taking it out of the case, Sylvester took the time to feel the quality and the texture of the cards. Red and white, simple design, rounded edges, it was one of the few things he loved to play around with. He got to work - slowly stacking two cards together to create a nice triangle. With a smile on his face, Vester repeated the process over and over until he had a base of five, and then continued until in just a short time, he already had the final base set up and ready.

 

Overhearing Charles, he replied, "Boredom. Good way to kill time." He placed the final two cards on the tower, and stepped back. For once he was happy with his work (usually he doesn't have anything to be happy about). To finish the job off, he took out the camera and got three pictures, each at a different angle. The three pictures came out, looking as pretty as ever, before putting them in his sweater pocket and turning towards his roommate. "I'm done, you what you'd like with it." he said before walking off.

Edited June 1, 2012 by NeverNeverland