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Post by adrian g. harlos on Aug 12, 2012 19:28:23 GMT -5
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So Adrian wanted to go to the lobby and he wasn’t sure why except for the fact it was so close to the door. Only, since he was a level three it was like he had a babysitter with him everywhere that he went. He slipped back a few of the orderlies and pulled the hood on his gray sweatshirt up over his head. At least maybe his orderly wouldn’t find him now. Honestly. It was a pain having someone constantly hanging over you like that, a bit unnerving really. He hustled down the hallway until he finally reached the lobby, where he was checked into this place. Hopefully he would get to leave soon. He didn’t know how much longer of this he could stand. With a deep breath he stepped into the rays of sunlight coming in from the glass. It was warm, and when he closed his eyes it was almost like he was outside. That was another reason he needed to get down some levels. He needed to go outside again, and not just for a few minutes a day.
When he got out of here he was never going to want to visit Florida again. Maybe he would go into the military though. That was probably the best plan for him. Finally he opened his eyes, and could hear footsteps all around him. People were coming in and out of the clinic. Some were leaving, and some people were practically being dragged inside. He rolled his eyes. His parents didn’t have to drag him. Hell they just dropped him off and bailed like he was an unwanted baby or something. Deciding to get out of the open and over to the side so he would be less noticed, he went to the couch in the corner of the room. He grabbed a magazine from the table and sat down in an armchair, noticing there was someone across from him. His eyebrows rose and he tilted his head to the side, looking at the cover of it. “Hey, what are you reading?” He asked, wondering if they’d know he was talking to them. Maybe if they saw him being civil and making friends he would go down a level soon. Ditching his orderly probably wasn’t helping the cause all that much though. Oops.
song: No 5. Hollywood Undead.
Word count:393
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Post by Elizabeth M. Collins on Aug 12, 2012 20:01:42 GMT -5
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The few hours of free time Elizabeth was allotted each day was something she treasured. She never went to the recreational centers, instead finding refuge in the lobby, or maybe even outdoors. She wasn’t a fan of the Florida heat, having grown up in the northern part of the country, but it was better than staying cooped up indoors all day. She spent her hours yesterday outside though, so today she went to the lobby. She sat in the corner, away from all the hustle and bustle from the visitors and the new patients coming in and out, and reading her book. One of her friends from back home, knowing she must’ve been bored out of her mind, sent it to her. It was a very good book, and this was her third time reading it. It’s better than sitting in her dorm, staring at the wall for the many hours she was cooped up in there.
Elizabeth pulled her feet up onto the armchair, her head down and her eyes focused on the book. It fit her life story so similarly she couldn’t help but feel a connection to it. Perhaps that’s why she loved the book so much. She would occasionally look up when she heard footsteps approaching her or anywhere near her, making sure she wasn’t noticed by any orderly that would make her go back to her room or one of the centers, to get her to try and make ‘friends’. Elizabeth didn’t want a friend, she wanted out of this place. She wanted to go back to New York, to see her real friends, to have a smoke and get drunk and high, and just live life the way she had before her foster parents locked her up in this place. Although she couldn’t complain being away from them, she would’ve rather just run away. And now that she had time to think about it, she was wondering why on earth she didn’t just do that in the first place? She was eighteen after all, and could’ve just left. She couldn’t hold down a job though, and spent most of the money she did have on narcotics and alcohol and cigarettes, so she would have to live on the streets. Living in rehab or living on the streets? Both seemed equally unappealing to her, but she was stuck in rehab for the time being, so she would have to get used to it.
Hearing a voice closer to her than the usual murmurs made her look up, and her eyes focused on a man sitting across from her. She wondered if he was speaking to her, and she looked around, blinking slightly before looking back to him. ’Jane Eyre. Its by um…Charlotte Bronte.” She nodded, shifting in her seat and tilting her head back down to start reading again. She didn’t know if this man actually wanted to have a conversation with her or if he was just curious about the book she was reading, so she would wait for him to speak next.
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Post by adrian g. harlos on Aug 13, 2012 1:35:59 GMT -5
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He looked over the girl as he waited for her to answer him. Really she was attractive. But normally Adrian just found anything with female parts to be attractive. He really tried to look at her and take in the details of her face and body. She was naturally pretty, and that wasn’t looking at her as a piece of meat or something. Maybe the therapy was sort of working. He was able to see her as a person, and not an object to have his way with. It was working it had to be. He just knew it. Of course, he also knew that he was going to get caught here soon and going to be getting into trouble for this. Especially since he was talking to a girl. It probably was going to look terrible on his account, but maybe this girl would vouch for him. He doubted it. She didn’t even know him. Why would she care?
She was sitting in a way that looked surprisingly comfortable, and her legs looked nice. Those were the thoughts again though. He needed to stop thinking like that if he wanted to get out of here. At least he could pretend he wasn’t thinking like that. It was horrible, but lying was probably his best option. That was great. His parents dropped him off here to get better and he was just becoming a liar instead.
Finally she looked up at him, and he forced some kind of a friendly smile. Her face seemed pretty expressionless though, and she blinked before answering him. “Oh, is it any good?” He didn’t know why he was striking up a conversation with this girl. Naturally it was just what he did. Like stalking prey. First he buttered them up a bit and got them talking. Truthfully he could be quite the charmer, but he didn’t want to sleep with her. Eventually he would be creating a whole new level. He’d be a level four or something and locked in his room, or a jail cell. That was another one of the reasons his parents locked him up here. They were scared that he was going to become violent and rape women. Of course he wasn’t. They usually came to him, the easy ones at least. It’s not like he got the pick of the litter most of the time. But hey, what was he going to do? She was looking back down at her book and he raised his eyebrows, wondering if she was going to talk to him or not. "I don't read much so I never heard of it."
song: No 5. Hollywood Undead.
Word count:438
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Post by Elizabeth M. Collins on Aug 13, 2012 16:16:19 GMT -5
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The light murmurs from all around her almost calmed Elizabeth slightly. The lull of the different conversations around her almost put her to sleep as she read. Being around different people seemed to have a calming effect on the young woman, which was probably why she spent so much time in the lobby. No one bothered her or tried to talk to her, but there were still conversations so it wasn’t silent like in her room. The small talk around her also helped not think about the current withdrawal she was going through. She wanted a drink, just a sip of something strong, or a few sleeping pills to knock her out for a few hours, just so she wouldn’t have to endure the pain in her chest from the need. As the man spoke again she dog-eared her page, closing the book and placing it in her lap. She forced a small smile and brushed her hair from her eyes. She knew how many orderlies and doctors were around and she wanted to try and make it seem like she was getting better and attempting to make friends, even if that was the last thing on her mind. ”Yah, it’s very good.” She spoke softly, not realizing how quiet she was until after she started speaking. She cleared her throat and shifted again in her seat, placing her feet onto the floor and resting the book on her knees.
Now that Elizabeth’s nose wasn’t in her book, she got a good look at the man. He was handsome, with an unfamiliar face. He was probably on a different level than her, and that’s why she didn’t recognize him. He had gorgeous eyes, something she always favored. The eyes are the windows to the soul, or something like that. ”It’s a pretty popular book…but it’s old. It was published in 1847.” She nodded, her fingers tracing over the raised title on the side of the book. She realized the male probably didn’t care about when the book was published, so she didn’t say much more about it, instead just glancing around the room. She brushed her hand through her hair, chewing on her lower lip, not really knowing what else to say. After a moment, she cleared her throat again and decided to speak up. ”My name’s Elizabeth.” She figured introducing herself was the first step to making ‘friends’ and getting better and whatnot, so why not start there?
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Post by adrian g. harlos on Aug 13, 2012 23:02:01 GMT -5
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There were too many people around and it was making him nervous. With so many people coming in and out of the rehab maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. He probably should have stayed in his room with the orderly and been a good boy. His foot tapped nervously on the ground and he glanced around the room. Anyone that saw him had to know he was in the wrong place or up to something. He took in a small breath and tried to act a bit more casual, directing his attention to the girl in front of him instead who was still nameless as of right now. He didn’t have an idea of what to call her. She placed the book down on her lap and closed it. Damn, she meant business. Was she really going to talk to him now? He licked his bottom lip and leaned back against the armchair, resting an ankle on the opposing knee. “What’s it about?” He asked, watching as she shifted in her seat. Was she just moving, or was she uncomfortable?
She was looking at him, and his eyes scanned over her as well. He wondered what she thought of him, not that he really cared much. Still, it was nice to know what people were thinking about you. He shook his head just slightly when she started talking again. He hadn’t realized how badly he was zoning out. “Oh, that’s old.” Of course it was stupid. Mentally he smacked himself. Why did he have to say the dumbest thing that popped into his head? His mind was elsewhere though. He looked around him again, hoping that he wouldn’t be caught just yet. “Pretty name. My name’s Adrian. You can call me Greg though.” He shrugged. Adrian wasn’t his favorite; he preferred his middle name truth be told. “Why are you out here in the lobby?” He wondered why she would rather be out here where everything was loud and bustling as opposed to reading in the quite of her room. It was a little strange.
song: No 5. Hollywood Undead.
Word count:246
ahh sorry this is so short
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Post by Elizabeth M. Collins on Aug 14, 2012 14:27:43 GMT -5
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Elizabeth didn’t understand why randomly this man was talking to her. She had sat in the lobby dozens of times over her stay here so far, and no one had come to talk to her before. That’s what she liked about that room though, nobody was trying to make friends or talk to anyone else. It was pleasant. The man seemed nervous and on edge, like he needed to get out of there, but that’s how everyone at rehab seemed, at least to her. She brushed a hand through her hair, leaning back into her seat. She glanced back down at her book, trying to figure out how to explain what her book was about. ”It talks about the life of the main character, Jane, and her hardships through life.” She nodded, reopening her book to flip through it. There were 38 chapters in the book, 400 pages long. The book was broken up into sections so it didn’t seem as long, but Elizabeth liked long books that she could really get into.
His comment on the book made her chuckle faintly. She bit her lip gently, trying to hide that she had laughed at it, but wasn’t doing a very good job. She simply nodded, giving a small smile. She had to be polite, even if she didn’t want to be. ”Why Greg? I like Adrian better, it suits you.” She brushed off that he complimented her name, choosing to ignore it. Elizabeth was an old lady’s name. It was a classy name, but she didn’t know anyone her age with the name Elizabeth. She shrugged at his question, her fingers running along the cover of the book. ”My room is too quiet…I like being around people more. I just don’t like talking to them.” It made much more sense in her head, but it was the truth. ”What about you? You seem…on edge, like you don’t want to be here.” She arched her eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of her.
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Post by adrian g. harlos on Aug 17, 2012 0:22:42 GMT -5
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He wondered what she thought of him. Of course not many people tried to bother to make friends in this place. Really, he wouldn’t could this as trying as much as it was just socializing. Eventually he needed to talk to someone or another or he was going to be completely crazy. Being a level three didn’t help that matter though. Most people fled from him when they found out. It was like they thought he was going to murder them or something. Ha, like that was going to happen. This place was bad enough let alone how jail must be. Plus, he didn’t think he had it in him to kill someone. This girl had nothing to worry about beside the fact that she was good-looking. Though he decided against telling her that. It was probably for the best if he didn’t anyway.
“That sounds interesting.” Okay, so to him it really didn’t, but he was just being polite. He was trying to make a bit of conversation here before they found him and dragged him by the ear back to his room. The book looked thick and he crinkled his face slightly at it in disdain. Maybe if it wasn’t so long looking he could have found it to be interesting.
The sound of her chuckle rang through his ears and he couldn’t help but smile. Since being here he smiled a lot of the times he heard someone laugh. It was just something he didn’t hear much anymore. “Do you? I never really liked it that much. You can call me either,” he shrugged, not used to someone saying something like that to him. “Your room? I wish mine was quiet.” He raised an eyebrow, wondering how something could be too quiet. He liked it, but he constantly had someone in his room. Maybe they should switch or something.
“I kind of slipped away from someone…the bad boy that I am.” His tone was dry and he glanced over his shoulder again, relaxing down in his seat when he didn’t see anyone. Maybe they hadn’t noticed yet. “I’ll be dragged back to my room eventually for time out.” He half-smirked at her. “What level are you?”
song: No 5. Hollywood Undead.
Word count:370
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Post by Elizabeth M. Collins on Aug 17, 2012 2:11:15 GMT -5
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Elizabeth leaned back into her seat, setting the book down between her thigh and the arm of the chair. She pulled her legs back up, sitting Indian style, and folded her hands in her lap. She could tell he wasn’t really interested in her book, so she smirked softly, shaking her head. She found it pretty funny that he was trying to act like he actually cared about her choice of literature, when he definitely did not look like the kind of guy who would read a book like Jane Eyre. She chuckled softly, running her hand through her hair. ”It is. I can tell you’re very interested in the book.” She smirked, nodding. This was probably one of the first real conversations she had since she had been cooped up here. It was pretty refreshing actually.
Elizabeth nodded slightly, playing with a loose thread on the end of her sleeve. ”Yah, it’s a nice name. I’ll call you Adrian.” She smiled back at him, nodding. ”The only time my room is noisy is when my roommate is there.” She sighed. She wasn’t a fan of her roommate. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and chuckled softly. ”Oh, I see. That’s why you keep looking over your shoulder. I wouldn’t really call you a bad boy though, even if you do deserve a time out.” She smirked, shrugging slowly before leaning back. ”I’m a level two. What about you? She arched her eyebrow. If he had snuck away from someone, he definitely wasn’t a level one, but she didn’t know.
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