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message 1: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Here we go (:


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Awesome! I should have my character up tomorrow. (I'll have to be leaving soon, unfortunately :( )


message 3: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Can't wait to see her! I'll get my guy up tomorrow as well. Should I make him in his early twenties?
And it's all good :P I do too :/ my mother is nagging me to go to bed.


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Yeah, that sounds good. I'm probably going to have her either 19 or 20.
Lol, same here! XD


message 5: by Julia Horan (last edited May 08, 2014 07:36PM) (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Sounds good to me! And for rehab center, were you thinking like drug/alcohol rehab? Or like physical rehab?
Moms. Can't live with them, can't live without the XD


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments I was thinking like drug/alcohol related. It could be more dramatic that way. ;)
:D


message 7: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Definitely! I've already started mentally creating him lol.
Ugh my mom is actually making me go to bed now :/ I'll talk to you tomorrow! Good nighttt


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Awesome! Same here. :)
Alright, goodnight! ^^


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments description

“Day after day, give me clouds and rain and gray. Give me pain if that’s what’s real. It’s the price we pay to feel.”

Name: Ivy Elizabeth Sinclair

Nickname: N/A

Age: 19

Appearance:
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Personality:
Ivy has always been a perfectionist. She pushes herself extremely hard in anything she does. If you aren’t the best, why bother? She probably got this way from always competing for her mom’s attention, trying to make someone notice her. Ivy always tried to do well in everything all throughout school because of her mom. Ivy is also a very quirky, awkward person a lot of the time. She is especially awkward if she’s nervous, and uses sarcasm a lot to cover things up. With Ivy, everything has to have order and logic and balance. She doesn’t really break the rules, or let herself have much fun, because there’s work to be done instead. At times, Ivy is a total control freak about some things and can be pretty neurotic if she wants to be. She hates change, liking everything to stay the same no matter how insignificant it is. Having lived the way she has, Ivy believes that some days you have to take days one at a time, but you have to keep pushing forward. You can’t give up. In addition, Ivy is a kind person. She tries to understand what people are going through, as she is studying to be a psychologist. Ivy is very interested in why people do what they do and tries to rationalize everything out. Her compassion is probably her best quality.

History:
Ivy grew up in a suburban neighborhood with her parents, Linda and Daniel Sinclair. From any outsiders point of view, their life seemed as normal as could be, just taking it one day at a time like any other family. Little did they know that Linda and Daniel were supposed to have two kids.
Before Ivy was born, they had a son named Jacob. He wasn’t planned, and they were just two kids in college at the time, both architecture majors. Jacob was the only reason they got married. When he was eighteen months old, he caught pneumonia and died, leaving a heartbroken Daniel and a fragile-minded Linda. Not long after, they had Ivy, deciding to try it again. Linda wouldn’t even hold her in the hospital. Eventually, Linda Sinclair was put on all kinds of medication, having to go to a psychiatrist once a week. She kind of went off her rocker after her son died, diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Type 1 and numerous others things the doctors didn't know how to cure. She would go through really bad spells sometimes, and claim she saw Jacob, or talk about him as if he were still alive and growing up. Linda never paid much attention to Ivy at all, and Daniel was too busy trying to help his wife. Plus, her medications always had negative side affects.
Ivy always felt invisible at home. She was always competing for love from her family, and she was competing with someone who died before she was born. She pushed herself extremely hard in school, not making time for much else. Ivy also developed a love for the piano because, as she said, it had order and balance. Mozart was insane, but you wouldn’t know that if you just listened to his music.
She always dreamed of getting away from there, of getting a scholarship and going off to college so she wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. Her parents finally got a divorce when she was a junior, her mom actually asking for it. Linda went to live with her parents and Ivy stayed with her dad. They became a little closer, but there was always a bridge between them that the other didn’t dare cross. Ivy rarely speaks to her mother.
When she was a senior in high school, things were looking up for Ivy. She had less to deal with, and finally made some real friends.

Other: Ivy is currently attended college, studying in psychology. She plans to be a psychologist or a school guidance counselor and for training, she is helping out at the local rehab center. Ivy is also minoring in piano performance.


message 10: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Oh my goodness she is so perfect. I'm not home right now but as soon as I get home, I'll post my guy (:


message 11: by Julia Horan (last edited May 09, 2014 04:09PM) (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments

How I ruin my life is none of your business


Name: Crawford James Tommo
Nickname(s): None, although he couldn't mind having one. Because who the hell is named Crawford?

Age: 21
Brithdate: December 24
Birthplace: Portsmouth, England

Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Height: 6’2
Hair Color:
Eye Color: Blue/grey
Distinct Markings: (view spoiler)

Personality:
Iriitable:
Crawford doesn’t have much patience for people. Hell, he doesn’t have much patience for anything. He often snaps at people, for no good reason, out of pure frustration, even if he isn’t angry at that specific person. Whoever he snaps at shouldn’t take it too personally. More than likely, he’s more irritated by the situation and is simply taking it out on whoever is closest.

Angry:
Crawford has been angry for a long time. He’s angry at his mother, he’s angry at his step dad, he’s angry at himself, he’s angry at the cop who arrested him, he’s angry at the world. This sometimes leads to him being violent, and when he does get violent, it's best to just stay out of his way and let him break whatever he needs to break. There as yet to be a person who can calm him down from these fits.

Funny:
On the off chance you find Crawford in a playful mood, you will quickly be exposed to his sense of humor, which is a mixture of immaturity, perverted jokes, and whatever else pops into that messed up mind of his. For people who don’t know him, it can possibly be off putting. But for people who do know him, they learn to appreciate these kinds of moments. It means he’s in a good mood, which is something that shouldn’t be taken for granted.

Confident:
Although a lot of drug addicts are ashamed of themselves, Crawford isn’t. If you ask, he will straight up tell you he is a heroin addict. He won’t tell you the story behind it all, he’s way too secretive for that, but he’s no ashamed of his addiction. He almost acts as though he is proud of it. Like, yeah. He does one of the most lethal drugs out there, and yeah he’s still alive. No matter how you interpret his confidence, he isn’t shy. If he’s being quiet, that’s mostly because he has no interest in talking to whoever is around.

Find what you love and let it kill you


History: Crawford James Tommo was the product of a drunken one night stand when his mother was sixteen years old. His dead beat sperm donor of a father was never identified, it was a night stand after all. Anyway, Crawford wasn’t supposed to happen. He was almost an abortion, but his mum’s mum wouldn’t allow that. Not because she cared for the baby, but because she wanted her daughter to suffer for her mistakes. But for the first three years of Crawford's life, his mother was simply another unstable thing in his life, and that left his grandmother to take care of him. Around the time he was turning four, Crawford's mother took him and left England, not saying a word to anyone. She just took her baby and left. They ended up in America. While growing up, Crawford's mother wasn’t around much. On top of that, she’s always had a certain dislike for the kid. He ruined her life, after all. Being a young, single mother wasn’t easy. And instead of blaming herself, she blamed Crawford. In return, Crawford grew up with the same dislike for his mum. They never got along. And when Crawford was 14, his mother met a guy. He was more then one of her one night stands. He stuck around. Crawford can and will say a lot of bad things about the man. But, in all honesty, that man was probably the most responsible and constant person in Crawford's life. He tried to be a dad to Crawford, but Crawford wouldn’t have it. And by that point, Crawford was starting to get involved with the wrong crowd. And when he was 16, that’s when he met Kiersten. Kiersten was a year older than him, and she’s the one who got him into heroin. Crawford had been doing other drugs, like marijuana and cocaine, but after a while he needed something more. That something more was heroin. Senior year, Crawford was arrested with a felony charge of illegal possession of heroin. He ended up getter a lesser sentence, after pleading guilty and when Kiersten admitted it was her heroin, she just kept it in Crawford's car. Crawford's step dad (his mum had married the man while he was locked up) picked him up from prison on his release date and drove him straight to rehab.

Other: Has dyslexia and mild ADHD

I would love to lose my mind



Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments I love him! (and I LOVE that you used Harry Styles :D)
So, how should we start? Maybe she comes to the center and is assigned to him?


message 13: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Thank you so much :P and I'm glad! I always get nervous using One Direction pictures because do never know of people like them or nah lol.
Yes! I really like that. Do you want to start or should I?


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Well, you're in luck, because I love 1D :P
Could you, please? I'm creating some charries for another RP at the moment...


message 15: by Julia Horan (last edited May 09, 2014 05:55PM) (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments That honestly makes me so happy lol.
Sure thangg. Do you prefer first or third person? And do you kind cussing?


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments :D
Third person, usually. And I don't mind cussing. ^^


message 17: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Alrighty I'll get started on it then (:


message 18: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Crawford really fucking hates this place. He’s been here for, what, two, three, four days now? He couldn’t remember if his life depended on it. He had been, not necessarily excited, but ready to go home after spending almost four years in prison. But instead, his step dad drove him here. To rehab. Crawford saw this place as an equivalent to prison, obviously a lot nicer than a federal prison, but it’s the same concept to him. Crawford didn’t want to be here, just like how he didn’t want to be in prison. He hasn’t been treated like a normal person since the day before he was arrested. In prison he was just another inmate, who went by a number rather than a name. And here, so far, he has been treated like a ticking bomb. He hasn’t exploded yet, but everyone seems to be waiting for him to. All of the workers and counselors speak to him carefully, and they all speak down to him, as if they are better than him. And that pisses Crawford off to no end.

Yeah, they probably are better than him. Hell, Crawford doesn’t even have a high school diploma at this point. And he’s addicted to a little something called heroin. Obviously in prison it wasn’t easy for Crawford to get his hands on something like heroin. Impossible, really. So Crawford, being the innovative person he is, found out if he mashed up his ADHD pills, he could inhale the powder and get high off of that. The medicine gave him a very intense high, but it only lasted for minutes at a time. Nothing like what heroin could do. He’s been craving a hit of heroin for years now. Crawford feels like that was rehab in itself. Apparently not to his fucking step father. Thanks to him, Crawford probably wouldn’t be able to satisfy his craving until all of this shit was over. Maybe he could get away with snorting his medication here as well. Crawford did the best he could with what he had. And he had ADHD medication. How he managed to not get caught? It’s a miracle to Crawford as well. He usually did it in the bathroom or during recreational time, so he was careful about it.

At that moment, Crawford was seated at some table, after someone explained that he was going to have a therapist, or psychiatrist, whatever the hell they said. They said it would be good for him to talk to someone. Crawford didn’t think it would be beneficial whatsoever. What is the point in talking to someone who has no idea what you’re going through? Crawford was leaned back in his chair, playing with the hem of his shirt. This is the first week in a while that he has been allowed to wear normal clothes, not that horrible orange thing he had been forced to wear. He finally got a taste of freedom, and then he was brought here.


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments "When I wake up, I'm afraid somebody else might take my place." Music played softly in the background as Ivy sped down main street, probably going a tad over the speed limit. She glanced at the clock and muttered a curse under her breath. Ivy was supposed to be at the center by 3:30...and it was 3:24. She had stayed up late studying the previous night, waking up to find her head laying on a stack of books and her headphones still on. There were soft half moons under her eyes now from lack of sleep, as that was a luxury she didn't share in too often. That probably didn't make her look too much like a nurse. Of course, the faded Nirvana t-shirt, blue jacket, and jeans didn't help her case either. She topped off the look with some converse and those black clunky headphones of hers draped around her neck. Ivy just couldn't seem to pull off the professional look...

Ivy swerved into a parking space at the Rehab center, hastily grabbing her things and then hurrying inside. She stumbled on her way up the steps in her frantic rush. "Ivy, right?" The lady at the front desk asked politely when Ivy reached her. Her name was like Tammi or Tasha or something, and she was one of those overly-friendly types. Tammi/Tasha was always smiling a sugar-coated smile and speaking with a bit of a southern accent. She kind of annoyed Ivy. "Well...it seems you'll be working one-on-one with a patient today." Tammi/Tasha said as she checked the computer. "Room 132. Better hurry, hon, I think he's already waiting." She gave Ivy a friendly wink. Ivy gave an awkward nod.

Being invisible for as long as Ivy had been, she wasn't used to people actually looking at her, which probably sounded weird. She just didn't know how to take any kind of attention. Where as a normal person would have smiled right back at Tammi/Tasha, Ivy wasn't even sure if the lady was smiling at her. She shuddered at the thought of working alone with a patient. Ivy barely knew how to talk in groups! She sighed, finding the room and pushing the door open.

Inside, she saw a lone guy there. "Um...hey." She said, not really sure how these things were supposed to go. Ivy sat in the chair across from him. "I'm Ivy. Ivy Sinclair." She said politely. It was weird talking to someone as a counselor, as she was usually on the opposite side of this situation. She would just have to get used to that, though. Besides, the problems of others distracted Ivy from her own. She looked at the paper Tammi/Tasha had given her. "Sorry, I'm kind of new at this whole thing. The procedure paper says I'm supposed to ask how you're feeling...That's kind of stupid. Let's just skip that one." She muttered, more to herself than to him.


message 20: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments It got to the point where Crawford considered just walking out of the room. What was anyone going to do about it? They couldn’t make him stay in the room, right? Either way, Crawford wasn’t sure so he just stayed seated, letting his mind wander. Crawford is potentially harmful in two kinds of situations; when he’s thinking and when he isn’t thinking. Not harmful as in he could murder someone, Crawford isn’t a good person but he isn’t a really bad person, either, but he’s a hazard. When he isn’t thinking, that’s when Crawford does stupid things. And when he is thinking, well… He still does stupid things. Not that there was much he could do while sitting alone in that room, so he just sat.

When the door suddenly opened, Crawford jumped just slightly, startled by the sudden noise. He calmed down quickly, however, and turned in his chair to see who had come in. He half wished it was the lady who escorted him to that room. Maybe she was there to dismiss him. That would be nice. But instead, it was a girl, who appeared to be maybe a year or two younger than him. Crawford never would have guessed she was his nurse, therapist, whatever. For starters, she was young. And secondly, she was exactly dressed like a nurse. Not that Crawford is an expert on nurses by any means, but he knows enough to recognize they don’t usually wear jeans. In prison, when the inmates would occasionally have a physical checkup, the nurses were always dressed in scrubs. And Crawford’s mother, who eventually became a nurse for the ER, always wore scrubs as well. Crawford was almost tempted to ask what she was doing in the room.

“Hi,” Crawford said, flatly. He didn’t particularly intend for it to come out like that, his social skills have almost disappeared over the years. Not to mention, he didn’t want to be here. He listened as she introduced herself, and he simply gave a small nod. He didn’t need to say his name, she probably had some of his paperwork or something. At least that’s what is always seems like. People seem to learn his name faster than he can actually say it.

“I can tell,” he said, before he could rethink it. That was probably a little rude, especially since she’s here to “help” him. Oh well, it’s not like he cared what this lady thought of him, or anyone here for that matter. She was right about one thing, asking him how he was feeling was stupid. He felt the same as always. Kind of bored, a little sick, and always tired. No matter how much sleep he got, it was never much of a restful sleep. So Crawford just stared at her, already coming up with sarcastic remarks for potential questions she might ask.


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Ivy studied the boy in front of her discreetly. He seemed familiar for some reason, like maybe she had met him some where before...And then it hit her. This guy reminded Ivy of herself. She had worn that expression before, like she was fed up the sucky world she lived in. Life did suck, but you just had to...Get over it. It was a pretty grim philosophy, but it was simple and true. Ivy wasn't necessarily an optimist. She knew some times things didn't get better, but she believed you should always strive for the better. She wandered how many times people had told this guy that things would be okay.

Looking down and feeling pretty small, Ivy shuffled through the papers. There were files on him, but the only thing she read was his name. "Uh, Crawford...Alright, then..." She bit her lip and shoved the paperwork aside. Ivy didn't feel that it was right to read it. It was like an invasion of his privacy, right? Maybe she wasn't cut out for this kind of work... Just suck it up, Ivy. "If you don't want to tell me about yourself, you shouldn't have to." She simply shrugged. What business did Ivy have knowing his personal life? Oh, wait...wasn't that was she was supposed to be doing, learning about his life to help him? Well, Ivy didn't think that to be an affective method...

"So...Anything you want to talk about? I mean, we don't have to talk about, like, why you're here. We can talk about fruit for all I care. Or you know, something less silly..." Ivy was cursing at herself in her thoughts. She should just stop talking. Like, right now. Ivy really needed to get some people skills some time, too. She didn't want to put any pressure on this guy, though, as she remembered how things were with her mom. They just had to act like things were normal in hopes that one day they would be.

Looking back on things, Ivy knew that was probably the reason things were so awful. She hated having to pretend. But what was Ivy supposed to do? Her mother was always in some fragile condition or strung out on medication. Ivy would never forget the time they found Linda Sinclair in her bedroom, seemingly in a deep sleep. It turned out that she had tried to O.D to be with her son again. Ivy thought that was selfish. How could anyone neglect their family like she did? Throwing her life away on someone who would never be with her...Now, that was crazy. "Is the food here really awful? I was thinking of grabbing something after this..."


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments ? :)


message 23: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments ((Ooh shit. I'm so sorry! I'll try to get a reply as soon as possible!!))


message 24: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Crawford expected her to ask him questions about his life, what he's going through, and all of that shit. His step dad made him go and see a school counsellor at one point during his junior year. Yeah, that counsellor didn't get very far with Crawford. Crawford kept his answers down to a single word and really didn't reveal anything personal.

The counsellor tried to stay patient with him but continued to talk down to Crawford. If there is anything Crawford hates more than... All of this it is being talked down to. Sure, he's a shitty person who hasn't achieved much in life. So? He's still a human. And since the lady talked down to him, Crawford told her nothing of value. Why should he let some random person into his business?

Crawford felt kind of the same way in this situation. But then Ivy did something that Crawford did not expect. She told him that he didn't have to tell her about himself. He stared at her for a moment. Was she being serious? Or was this some technique to get him to trust her? Yeah, it's pretty obvious that Crawford doesn't trust many people and tends to question nice gestures. It's hard for him to believe that some people are just genuinely nice. "Are you... Are you being serious?" He asked, the doubt in his voice was quite obvious.

"I will talk about most things other than why I'm here and... Fruit," Crawford told her. Fruit. That was a new one. He never heard his other counsellor mention fruit, but if this is her method... Then that's her method. "The food here is shit. Unless you like a mixture of questionable meat, expired canned corn, and something that kind of resembles cheese." The food really was horrid. At least the menus changes daily, so it wasn't like he had the same disgusting mixture everyday. He had different disgusting mixtures for everyday if the week. Crawford hated eating it, but he didn't have much of an option, considering that was the only good available to him.


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Ivy tried not to shrink under Crawford’s gaze, but she did feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like she was afraid because he was a criminal or anything. No, something about the set-up made Ivy feel like she was the one being questioned. It was like she was back at her therapy sessions and Dr. Thatcher was telling her how much mom loved her. And how she needed to love and respect her parents no matter how shitty they treated her. Dr. Thatcher always had a habit of asking what her problem was, and then treating her as if she were the problem instead. That’s probably the reason Ivy wanted to do psychology. She wanted to be different than Thatcher. She wanted to be the one to tell that little girl that it’s okay to feel the way you do. That she didn’t need to be fixed. Ivy wished someone had told her that.

She looked down at the table, avoiding his gaze after he asked if she were serious. Ivy felt as if she were doing everything wrong…but she didn’t agree with any of the methods that were considered right. Nevertheless, Ivy couldn’t just lose her backbone like this. But part of her was still the timid, passive…. invisible girl that her mother made her. Ivy cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah, I guess. Interrogations kind of suck.” She shrugged. “You should try family therapy, where your counselor and your parents treat you like a kid who colored on the wall.”

When Crawford agreed – kind of – to talk, Ivy’s eyes lit up a tad. She gave him a nervous laugh and a hesitant smile, running a hand through her brown hair. “Yeah, sorry. Forget the fruit thing. I’m just awkward and say whatever comes to – I should stop rambling.” She said suddenly, feeling slightly embarrassed. Ivy wondered if she would always be this skittish around patients, or if she would become more comfortable with them over time. She seemed to lack that confident atmosphere that all the other psychiatrists here had.

Then, something in her demeanor did change. Ivy relaxed a tad, letting out a light, tinkling laugh at Crawford’s comment about the food. She seemed to lose some of the tension in shoulders and become more relaxed. “You’re funny.” She said, eager to get a lighter feel to the conversation. “Chinese it is, then.” Ivy let out a soft sigh. In a way, she was treating Crawford like a distraction from her own life. She hadn’t spoken to either her mother or father for a month now and the last time she had, her and her mom got into a fight. Ivy felt like a phony. Here she was, trying to fix other peoples’ problems when she couldn’t even get her own life under control. “So, what do you like to do?”


message 26: by Julia Horan (last edited Mar 10, 2015 05:34AM) (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Interrogations really do suck, Crawford had to agree with that. Whether you are at a police station and you have some intimidating police officer in front of you or whether the person who is meant to be helping you is asking you personal questions left and right. No matter how the interrogation goes, it's not fun. "They do," he decided to voice his agreement. He listened as she talked about family therapy like she had been through it. And maybe she has. "Yeah my mum wanted to try that for a while. But then I... Left. I'm glad we never got around to it." By leaving, Crawford meant that he had been arrested so he was no longer living at home. But his mother really did want to try it. She wanted her son and husband to have some kind of relationship. But the family therapy never happened.

"Don't worry about it," was his response as she apologized about the fruit thing. Crawford didn't particularly think she was awkward, maybe she was just new at this or something. Or maybe it was intimidating sitting across from someone who does drugs and has gone to prison before. It really can be intimidating being around someone who has somewhat of a reputation. While in prison, Crawford had to be careful about who he talked to and how he talked to people. You just never know with some of those guys.

Crawford noticed how she visibly relaxed as she laughed about what he had said when it came to the food at this place. He have a slight shrug as she told him that he was funny. "I have my moments." If you get him at the right time, he is a pretty funny guy. Especially when he's feeling carefree and comfortable around the person he is trying to make laugh. Every now and then you'll get a sarcastic comment from him that's funny without him trying to make it funny. Because let's be honest, sarcasm can be pretty funny stuff when used correctly. "Yeah, definitely get the Chinese," he agreed with her. That was the way to go. Not this stuff, which is honestly worse than prison food. At least you knew what you were eating in prison. Here, it's kind of like using a guess and hope method.

Oh God. What does he lie to do? Get high off of heroin? That probably wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "I um, I like snowboarding. In the winter," he started, trying to think of what he enjoys. He hasn't been free in the real world for over four years now, it's almost like he forgot what makes him happiest in life. "I played football at one point." Football as in soccer, he can't stand American football. "I don't really know," he eventually said, realizing how pathetic that sounded. What a fun life he lives.


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments “You’re lucky, then.” Ivy said with a sigh. She always hated the family therapy sessions, mainly because everyone acted as if her mom was normal and Ivy was the one with problems. Even remembering those days made Ivy irritated. Plus, her mother was on more medications than she could count, none of which really helped with the problem. They just caused headaches, anger, depression, hallucinations, and suicide attempts. After all, a lot of them were experimental because the doctors really had no clue how to treat her.

After giving Crawford a grateful smile for excusing her awkwardness, Ivy let out another small laugh. “If you’re nice enough maybe I’ll sneak in something edible for you.” She wouldn’t have to sneak and she knew it. As long as Ivy said it was part of some method, she could get away with a lot. Besides, maybe non-disgusting food could be some magical cure. Surely questionable meats were not good for mental health. God, Chinese food kept sounding better and better….

“Oh, so you’re into sporty stuff?” Ivy asked with a raised eyebrow. “I tried playing softball when I was younger, but I’m a total klutz, and I couldn’t make it around the bases without falling on my face.” It was true. Ivy was pretty awful at athletic endeavors, though her father had dreams of her being a freaking Olympian. Ivy assumed that was just his way of trying to make up for not having a son. Still, it was pretty annoying when he made her try out for the basketball team and she couldn’t catch the ball, resulting in a huge red mark on her cheek for a week. Part of her, however, always hoped that she could be a good replacement for Jacob. Ivy thought maybe she could make them happy and they’d finally pay her some attention she needed.

Then, she gave a small nod and an attempt at a smile. “Yeah, I get that.” She said simply, not bothering to elaborate. Ivy was always so busy taking care of her mother and trying to stay sane…that was really all her life was. She was actually a little relieved that Crawford had tried to give a decent answer, rather than just glaring at her and saying he liked drinking or sex or drugs. Ivy wouldn’t have minded if he had said that. If that was his way of life, than that was that. But the thought made Ivy a little sad because a lot of times that was all there was for people. Drugs had to be someone’s entire life. There had to be more to their existence than that, but most people couldn’t look past it. “I play piano and study, write way too many reports because my professor thinks I have potential, and…” Ivy bit her lip. “Well, shit. That’s depressing.” Because that was basically her entire life. No friends or love life to brag about, no exciting hobbies. God, she probably sounded like some nerdy shut-in. “Maybe we both need a new hobby…”


message 28: by Julia Horan (new)

Julia Horan  | 960 comments Crawford smiled, but not in a happy way. Just kind of a devastated or defeated kind of smile. "That's a new one." Crawford has been called a lot of things the last four years he's been in prison, and even before that as well. Faggot, druggie, stupid, good-for-nothing, Curly (how original), Kid, the list goes on and on. The term lucky, however, never made it onto that list. Crawford didn't think of himself as particularly lucky in any way. But, really, he got off pretty easy with his sentence all things considered. His little partner in crime was sentenced for much longer than he was, so it could have been worse, right? That isn't how Crawford thought of it. He only thought of it in the sense he got caught, then he was sent to a federal prison full of grown up men at sixteen years old.

As soon as Ivy mentioned food, like real food, from somewhere other than crappy cafeterias, Crawford leaned forward in his chair a bit. "You can do that?" He asked, sounding completely serious but also a little excited as well. Only a little excited, though. But that's something, Crawford hasn't really had much to look forward to for a while. Anything edible was definitely worthy of being excited over. Crawford's step dad didn't even stop at a fast food place between the prison and rehab. Which is really depressing when you've been eating prison food for the last four years.

"Yeah," Crawford said when she asked if he was into sporty stuff. "I think." Now, at rehab, he has full access to tv in his room, which is a luxury in itself. But Crawford really had no idea what to even watch, since he's so far behind on what is going on in society. Although he does quite like criminal minds, he has discovered. Crawford smiled at her little softball story. It was small but genuine, and that's something. Crawford had been decent at soccer, but he never took it very seriously because he knew he couldn't get very far with it. He was out there pursuing other things.

Crawford listened as she listed what she did with her life. It sounded like she worked hard, which is something that has grown a little foreign to Crawford. The last time he dedicated himself to something was when he was trying to get a fix in prison. That's not exactly useful to society, apparently. "If I can think of a new hobby I'll let you know," Crawford said, knowing that he wouldn't actually think of something but that's probably not what you're therapist wants to hear. Crawford could use a new hobby, because his current one isn't getting him very far in life. "I'm addicted to heroin. It's pretty depressing as well."


Aηgєℓєηα  | 2762 comments Ivy blinked as Crawford leaned forward, surprised by the flicker of anxiety in his eyes, as if he was hopeful that she could give him some sort of luxury in this otherwise dull place. She felt her heart skip with the thought that she could be getting through to him, could be winning him over and actually doing something right for a change. She hadn't known what to expect with her first charge, seeing as she didn't want to use normal procedures. Ivy didn't really know what she was trying to accomplish by not actually talking about the problem... but she knew what it was like to feel all alone in the world. Maybe that's all she wanted to do as a counselor; remind people that they didn't have to be alone. If all she managed to do for Crawford was be a friend, then that was enough... At least she hoped. "Yeah, sure. As long as I tell don't tick off the lady at the front desk with the bad spray tan and pretend it's part of my method, I can get away with a lot..." She shrugged, quite pleased to be able to say this. "As long as you don't, you know, pull a knife on me or anything, I'd be happy to bring you something edible some time. Think of it as a reward for good behavior... I guess."

For once in her life, Ivy was allowing herself to be optimistic. Every since she graduated high school, she had been forcing herself to look constantly on the bright side of life, becoming a person that was quite the opposite from the pessimist she was in high school. Some of her cynical nature still existed and would escape every now and then through snide comments and negative remarks, but she was trying. She really was... God, Ivy was a hypocrite, and she knew it. How could she fix other people when she wouldn't even address her own problems? It was like she was trying to make it up to the universe. If she helped enough people, she would be forgiven for never setting things right with her mother.

"I'm pretty sure my dad wanted a boy and I guess he thought that if he forced me to attend enough sports programs, I would magically become a male..." Ivy joked sarcastically, her face scrunching up a bit at the thought. They did have a boy, a voice in the back of her mind whispered, For a little while... And that little fact had ruined everything. Ivy didn't miss Crawford's little smile at her stories. The expression surprised her and she blushed when she realized she was staring, quickly looking away to hide the redness in her cheeks.

But all embarrassment was soon forgotten. Ivy studied Crawford once more, trying to figure him out, trying to read into the hardness of his eyes and the scars that he bore. "No, you won't." She said before she could think better of it. Crawford wouldn't think about hobbies and report back to her. He probably wouldn't put any thought into any of the things they discussed during these sessions. She didn't blame him. She had lied to her therapists, too.

When Crawford revealed to her what he was here for, the problem that needed correcting in rehab, surprise crossed Ivy's features for a moment. She hadn't read through his files, of course, but the surprising thing was the fact that he had told her. It passed quickly and Ivy studied him for a second before giving a one shouldered shrug. "Everyone's addicted to something, I suppose... Does it make you happy?" She sounded truly curious and not at all judgmental. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, though." She added quickly, as if startled by her own question. "I said I wouldn't make you talk about any of that stuff, and I won't..."


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