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bakerstreet2015-12-01 06:15 pm
alkali) wrote in bakerstreet2015-12-01 06:15 pm
the asylum meme
"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."
Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.
Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.
Rules:
1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!
Amy Peterson | Fright Night | OTA
Volunteer: Amy is the goodhearted sort who might very well candy stripe a psych ward.]
Fellow patients ftw!
Sam is sitting in the rec area of the ward, doing his best to ignore the hallucination of the actual Devil sitting next to him, making cat calls and rude remarks. He rolls his eyes and goes back to the book he's been trying to read. Not that it's going very well, he's read the same paragraph six times.
Lucifer pouts at him, "Saaaam, pay attention to me! I'm bored."
He lets out a frustrated groan and slams the book shut, tossing it on the table in front of him. "Can't you shut up and entertain yourself for five minutes?" he grumbles quietly, not actually noticing the lithe little blonde sitting in the general direction he was looking as he speaks.
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She looks up when she thinks a man says something to her, wrinkling her eyebrows because he sounds so frustrated. Amy's pretty sure they haven't been acquainted, so she doesn't know what she could have done to earn that level of frustration. Her eyes linger on him for a moment and she just silently peers his way.
"Excuse me?" She finally asks. Truth be told, she's half afraid to ask. Amy doesn't want to start anything with a volatile personality. The last thing she wants is to start a fight and wind up in time out or whatever the hell this place does when patients get into spats with one another.
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"Uh-oooh, Sammy. Looks like you've offended one of your fellow crazies." If the words alone weren't annoying enough, the song-like tone he used made it even worse.
He shakes his head and ignores him for now. "Sorry," he says softly, genuine. "I wasn't talking to you." And even if he explains... he knows he just sounds like he belongs here.
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This guy is most likely crazy, but that doesn’t mean Amy can’t play along and sympathize. Maybe that’s what he needs. Someone to believe him, or at least pretend to believe him. God knows that’s something she could really use. After days of people telling her that there was no such thing as vampires it would have been really really refreshing to hear someone believe her.
“You can tell me. I promise I won’t call you crazy.” She smiles gently. Amy ran with the popular girls at school, but she had a nice streak. It’s why she got on so well with Charley.
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There's something about her... Something...different, somehow, that he can't quite put his finger on. She has this air about her like she's been around the block and seen some things she was never meant to. Not quite the same worn look most hunters get, but...close. She's been through the ringer, real or imagined, the evidence was there to a trained eye and kindred soul.
"Kindred soul? Now, Sammy..." He leans forward on his knees and rests his chin in a hand "Isn't that pesky little soul of yours what got you into this little mess in the first place?"
He shoots the Archangel an annoyed glare before turning back to the girl. "It's Lucifer. And....I know how it sounds. But it's real. Or-- not really...I mean, he's a hallucination and I know that but..." he shakes his head. There is no way to not sound off his rocker with this "it's complicated."
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She turns in her seat so that she's more completely facing him, pulling her feet up onto the seat with her and hugging her knees. "What's he like? Lucifer, I mean." Maybe this is what she needs, to focus on someone else. Who knows? Maybe it's what he needs, too.
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"Aww, look at that. A fangirl?! She is just precious." He moves over to sit on the arm of the chair she's sitting in. "Tell her she's a doll for asking."
"Leave her alone," he grumbles quietly. Sam is pretty sure he can't actually do anything to her since he's just a projection of his time in the Cage from the restorstion of his soul and the wall in his mind being broken. "He's every bit of an ass you'd expect."