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[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[Please RP where there's not already someone RPing. Or in this case, waiting on a post.]

[Drew]

((Sorry, I had posted before I read that.. deleted now.))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[Thank you.]

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((This is for Thera; sorry it took so long!))

Julie was out in the common room today, by recommendation of her therapist. She would normally be quite nervous siting out in the asylum's main room where anyone could make a note of her; but today those worries were pushed to the back of her mind. She actually looked relaxed, even peaceful as she sat perched upon the couch, braiding her hair and singing a Spanish lullaby quietly under her breath. Today was a day for happiness--her therapist said she was getting better--and the Colombian saw no reason to spend her time worrying. At least, not at the moment.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Please don't tell me you expect her to talk to him. XD))

Julie of course registered the presence of another as whoever it was walked into the room, but she stubbornly refused to become concerned. She forced herself not to look up, not to tense, just to lean back and concentrate on the song and the braids she was making. This was not the time to give in to any negative feelings. She had actually obtained peace and now intended to keep it that way.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Julie gave herself another half minute before she looked up, just to finish the song. It was, after all, a boy who was speaking to her. Only when she could hold it off no longer (the song had ended and her braids, unfortunately, couldn't be refined anymore) did she finally look up, and even then the stranger with the cross only received a nervous, fleeting glance. "Hola," the immigrant said softly as her gaze was returned to her sock-clad feet. After the lullaby, she seemed unwilling to switch back to speaking English. "Como estas?"

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"Muy bein," Julie murmured. "Gracias." Though it was nice to have a conversation in her native tongue, she didn't exactly feel comfortable talking to a stranger in such a formal way and she didn't know how much Spanish the boy opposite her knew, anyway. So she reluctantly returned to English, pretending to study a hole in her sock even though she'd known for a while that it was there. "How do you know Spanish?" she asked, voice quiet with a timid sort of curiosity. However guarded she was around the others here, nothing could stop simple curiosity from escaping her. "I didn't know there were any other speakers here."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"Yes." Julie gave the boy another glance, trying to read him in that brief amount of time. She wanted to figure out nice and early what he wanted from her; because she had found that people--especially the strange patients here--refrained from walking up and starting a conversation with a stranger unless they wanted something. At least, she thought they did.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"Juliana," said she. "But you may call me Julie, if you like." Her face showed no emotion, but curiosity was once again tugging at her mind. It caused her to look up at the boy again, and now she held his eyes for a few moments, allowing a bit of her stockpiled wariness to seep out of her gaze. "Can I help you, Jacob?" she asked, almost tentative. If she couldn't find out what he wanted by reading him, maybe words would get the desired effect.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

The smallest of smiles rose and fell from her lips over the source of an instant. It had been a long time since she was complimented on anything other than her behavior. "Thank you. It was my grandmother's name." And now Julie felt almost proud of herself; for here she was sitting right across from a strange boy who she barely knew without losing her head. Talking to him, even! Progress, indeed. But of course, the nervousness was there and the immigrant quickly went to steer the conversation away from herself. "Jacob is a very nice name too," she said. "Christian or Jewish, isn't it? Biblical?"

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Julie's eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly in surprise at this rush of information. She was a Christian herself, though not extremely dedicated, and now she thought that these facts the boy seemed to so easily memorize and rattle off put her basic knowledge to shame. "Oh, wow. You must be a dedicated follower of Christ to know so much," she said in slight awe.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Feeling slightly intimidated by the passion that had so quickly claimed Jacob's neutral expression, Julie cringed a little into the couch and nodded quickly. She wanted to steer the boy away from a topic that might lead to a breakdown of some sort, but after a moment she could think of no way to do so and simply lowered her eyes instead. No need to indulge his obsessions, not now.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"That's all right," Julie replied, but didn't look up. She could feel the tension building around the boy after his release of passion and it was beginning to worry her. "Everybody gets lost in the things they love now and again. Don't worry about it."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Fade?))

[Iviana (The Sign Painter)]

Tessa had lapsed into Cecily an hour before while she was heading back into asylum after being positively startled by an older woman screaming about who-knew-what. Now the body sat comfortably in one of the couches, legs crossed with a book resting on her lap.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

And across the room, Irina was sitting in a chair, an open notebook on her knees, a set expression of concentration on her face as she jotted down ideas for another little story she was thinking up. There was no use in wasting creativity, that's what she liked to think. When inspiration hit you, use it. Why not? There was little else it was good for, after all.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter)]

With a sigh as she turned the final page, Cecily looked up around the room, taking in the unfamiliar sight. Tessa had written about it, she recalled with a bemused smile. Then her eyes fell on a girl pouring over notebook and she frowned.

"You can hurt yourself sitting like that."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"Hm?" Irina jumped a little in surprise, gaze flitting up to meet the eyes of a girl she didn't know. "What are you talking about?" she asked, straightening up with a little frown of confusion on her lips.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter)]

((Sorry posted by accident))
"Your posture," she sighed. "It's not good. You can hurt yourself." Cecily shut her book and uncrossed her legs.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

And for a moment, the girl sounded so much like her grandmother that Irina let out a short bark of laughter. "Da," she said with a little smile. "I know. But posture doesn't matter much in comparison to the muse, if you ask me."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

The door to the room was rather roughly thrown open, preceding the arrival of a haggard Jason, escorted in by an entourage of at least half a dozen guards. He looked rather the worse for wear, with his dirty clothes--he'd neglected to let anyone into his room to do laundry--and there were dark circles under his eyes, which themselves glittered with the dangerous spark of anger and insanity. Giving one of the guards a rough shove, he stalked to the couch and sat down heavily, staring into the flames of the fireplace with a kind of moody awareness.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[:( Awws someone needs a bug from Cloe!]

A smaller boy roughly around the same age as Jason jumped at the intrusion that the guards and patient had created by entering- rather noisily- into the room. Peter closed the book he had been reading, some odd works of Shakespeare and turned his body toward the newcomer in ratty clothes. "You, my friend, look awful," he commented in a low voice as his sympathetic eyes trailed the other boy's haggard looks.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Yes. Yes he does.))

Jason's head snapped around, and he gave the boy a glare that could frighten the blind. "No fucking shit," he growled. This was, clearly, not a good time. "But if you have a problem with that, you just tell me. You'll end up looking like a raccoon, but you say something if it bothers you." At the threat, one of the guards stepped forward and put on hand on the back of the couch, looking at Peter questioningly. The look said, Do you want him handled?

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((*whistle*))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[Snap I'm not getting notified!! Sorry. Then we'll RP the lovebird after this]

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Okayz.))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Peter raised his eyebrows slightly at the comment, but figured that with the guards in the room, the haggard boy on the couch wouldn't able to do anything to him. He shook his head at the guard and smiled at Jason. "I didn't say I had a problem with it, I was stating that your appearance is rather atrocious. In other words, what happened to you?"

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

"You wipe that grin off your face before I knock your teeth out!" Jason actually made to lunge across the couch, but was caught by the guard halfway there and yanked back. His lips curled back over his teeth slightly as it happened, and in his eyes passionate, undirected anger glittered. "I am not in the mood, fuckface! Can you not see that?"

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

The poet frowned now, less confident than he had been before. This guy was really crazy, psychotic even. "Hey, in my defense, all I can see is that you look like you dragged yourself through hell and back. Don't be pissed at me for sitting here and having a conversation." He folded his arms over his chests trying to look more tough than he truly was.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

((Nice try, Petey.))

The set to his features slackened, only slightly. His fists went to clench in his lap, and it was clear a moment later by the sudden paleness of his knuckles that he was digging his nails into his palms in an effort to keep calm. He didn't aplologize, but let out a gruff grunt that could have been interperated as such, though he didn't stop glaring. Behind him, the guard relaxed.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"But you never did answer my question," he pointed out as he shook some hair out of his blue eyes. "Why do you look so terrible in the first place and fighting mad?"

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

He shook his head. "Some bitch reminded me too much of my mother in the graveyard a little while ago. I beat her down. Never got better." Violence was strangely good for that. Jason shook his head again, his knuckles paling even further as he dug his nails in harder. Keeping calm was the only logical course of action here, still...it wasn't good to talk about it.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Peter glanced down at Jason's fist uneasily, his clenching and potential wound going unnoticed by the depressant. " I've been told its not good to Make yourself bleed, you know. It's probably why they make you stay here."

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Tension snapped between the two like an elastic band. Jason did nothing, but his lips thinned into a tight line, betraying the fact that Peter had made a mistake. He said in a low voice, "They keep me here, if you must know, because I have a very, very hard time controlling my impulses. And right now, those impulses are urging me to throttle you. If I were you, I would change the subject. Right now."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Peter now found fear in the tension in the room, in the thin, grim line on his face, and in the terrifying look in his eyes. This fear caused him to freeze up, his muscles locking together and unable to be unhinged and a scared mind that was drawing a point blank. All he could do was stare at the psycho and pray that he didn't take offense to his silence.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

His eyes closed. In a desperate attempt to deter the mood he felt coming on Jason slammed the flat on his hand down hard on the top of the coffee table. There was a sharp pain which brought a very brief few seconds of clarity to his mind, and in those seconds he stood, jerked his head at the guards, and fast-walked from the room. Once out and down the hall, he simply screamed.

((Poof to his dorm [221], you post with Cleo?))

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[Kk *poof*]

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

A haggard, tired looking figure stepped into the common room with a yawn and fell into the couch. Domonic had had a long day, it seemed. None of his usual patients wanted to listen to him or follow their usual routine and to put the icing on the cake, he had had an argument with a usually more peaceful patient. He was exhausted, but his mind was reeling. He wondered if every patient thought of him and the other nurses the way that Malinda had.

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

The frail blonde peeked her head in through the door, pale eyes glancing the cozy room before spotting Dominic. Icy blue landed upon the nurse, and Cadenza smiled.

She gave a gentle knock to the side of the door before entering the room and shutting it behind her. A smile remained in place as she daintily waltzed across the floor and took a seat beside her nurse.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Domonic turned his head, saw his favorite patient, and the dogged expression turned to a beaming smile. "Heyyyyyyy, you," he greeted amiably when she set her frail body next to his. His arm wound around her shoulders, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. "How are you?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"I'm good, just fine. Yourself?"

Cadenza noticed the exhaustion, the exasperation. She didn't ever bring it up; she gave him the same respect that he gave her.

She rested a comfortable head upon his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before doing so.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"A little tired," he admitted, pressing his lips gently to her shaggy bright blonde hair. It smelled heavenly, as usual. "A satanist and I go into a bit of an argument a while ago. She got heated up."

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

"A /satanist/?" Cadenza's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Domonic nodded and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Yeah, her name's Malinda, I think. Do you know her?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Cadenza shook her head. "No. I'm glad I don't." A little laugh.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Domonic smiled and nodded. "You're right. It wasn't that great. But anyways, did anything new and exciting occur to you today?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Cadenza smirked. "Does it ever?" In answer, she shook her head full of short platinum locks with a little grin. "No. I've been bored."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

"Dang that's no fun." He kissed her temple with a smile. "We have to change that then, huh? What do you want to do?"

[Annie, Have no fear of perfection-- you'll never reach it.]

Cadenza snuggled closer to his side. "I'm happy right here. We don't have to do anything else."

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

He grinned and pulled her closer. "Sounds perfect."