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[jonas k. lee]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px solid #06324D; background:#F6F6F6; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Jonas k. Lee Sometimes I wish I was brave I wish I was stronger I wish I could feel no pain The one time patients were allowed to venture into the outside, yet confined world continued to prove itself as Jonas's favorite time of day. Sure, it wasn't Seattle, but you couldn't just ignore what the groundskeeper did with what he or she had. Besides, it hardly rained in Florida, and by hardly, Jonas meant scattered five minute storms. Seattle was much wetter, which meant an unmatched beauty in and of itself. Of course, Florida had it down too, the natural beauty. Like people with different ways of dressing, the two states were still eye-catching. Both were worthy of his lense, which is why Jonas wished his camera was with him. Instead, the teen was determined to recreate the experience, by making the finger camera with his hands. Sure, it wouldn't exactly produce physical pictures, but he had them in his head, to look at on a rainy day. Holding the finger camera up to his face, Jonas 'zoomed in' on a peeling, painted bench. It probably had been forgotten on this path. The boy focused his shot, and got ready to add the square section of the bench framed by his fingers to a mental album. "Clickshh." Jonas imitated the very familiar click of a camera before pulling his fingers away from his face and running a hand on the bench. "What kind of life did you lead, Mr. Bench? Was it painful, or we're you excited to be molded into different things?" Jonas chuckled to himself, obviously the bench couldn't answer him... Well, at least not by words. The Asian could only guess what the life of the bench was like. Walking along, Jonas came across a bright tuft of grass, no doubt in the prime spot for getting water drainage from a nearby tree. Squatting down, Jonas ran a hand through it, thinking about his own life. A perfect, privelidged life, but he had been greedy for more. Several chances to redeem himself, to find a calling, but he threw those away. He was even thoroughly shocked at his father's death. Instead of coming clean like his father wanted, Jonas had dug his claws deeper, and the addiction dug deeper into him as well. "What a pitiful life you tried to lead. You really are stupid, Jonas Lee." Jonas spoke to himself. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine his father's voice too, speaking similar words. Though he grew to look like his father with longer hair and laughing eyes, they were not the same person. His mother knew that well enough. Jonas didn't know if she was coming to parent's day. She had never wanted to think that her son became a no good drug user. Hell, Jonas thought she still thought he was the golden, volunteering son with perfect grades. I bet she tells herself that I'm spending a year with the peace-core or something. Clouds rolled across the sky, but when Jonas stood up, there seemed to be sun shining on someone else. Apparently Jonas wasn't the only one out on the pathways that day. The teen gave a little wave, making sure he seemed like a friendly person. Jonas knew some patients didn't view others as potential comrades. Walking slowly towards them, Jonas spoke quietly. "It is very serene out here, isn't it? Mostly the reason why I like the pathways... That and you have no one to judge you. Not even the smallest insect cares. " Word count: 581 Tag: open credit goes to cbd

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[Nathan W. Smith]

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[atrb=style, border-left: 80px solid #85b48d;][/style] [style=width: 210px; font-family: gabriola; font-weight: 300; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; color: #c1f3ca; line-height: 50%; margin-middle: -40px]* N a t h a n i e l Go outside, they said. It'll be fine, they said. Nate didn't want to go outside. Certainly he could act upbeat, but lately he didn't want to do anything with anyone. No, he just wanted to recoil, not make any new friends. It wasn't like he particularly knew how to anyway. But he supposed he could look for something to do. Not like climbing trees as he could have easily done back home. Florida was so different to him from his home in Montana. Nate sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets, tucking his arms close to his sides out of habit. There were a few other people out here, and seemed to at least be enjoying themselves. Why was he the awkward one then, why should he even bother feeling this way? It wasn't like he knew people here yet, he could keep it that way. Sighing he stopped and looked up at the tree tops, squinting in the sunlight. Expecting he could just stand here and drift off away from this place at least mentally. It seemed someone else had other plans. Someone approached him, but he hadn't been paying attention, so when he heard the voice speak, directed at him it caused him to jump. Nate's body relaxed after moment of realizing how ridiculous his reaction was. Serene? No judgement? It would seem that this person wasn't as far in the hole as Nate was. Everything to him judged him, even himself. He judged himself the most, but he just forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's nicer than being inside.... Not sure about serene though... Sitting in trees is ... serene to me. Not that it's exactly possible to sit in a tree here." Nate was trying to sound as upbeat as possible, but he felt a slightly bitter. Level three, really was a problem. He was extremely lucky they thought it'd be fine for him to come outside today. But he hadn't been here that long. They had yet to see and what to expect of his behavior after all. It didn't matter what he did, no matter what he was doing really. The only thing he could think about was the potential way to hurt himself, without causing a scene. That was probably really, really messed up. That's why I'm here though. I'm messed up. Nate tried to force out the thoughts of back home. Not like his home life was horrible, but as always, his father and he didn't see eye to eye. [/style][/style]

[jonas k. lee]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 400px; border: 10px solid #06324D; background:#F6F6F6; border-top-right-radius:70px; border-bottom-left-radius:70px; padding:0px;] Jonas k. Lee Sometimes I wish I was brave I wish I was stronger I wish I could feel no pain It was a boy, that was certain. Throughout Jonas's years, he didn't recognize him, which meant one of two things. One, Jonas wasn't as aware of his surroundings, which was just bad for him. How was he supposed to become a better person if he couldn't notice things around him? The other reason he came up with was something along the lines of the kid was new, therefore Jonas hadn't the pleasure of meeting him yet. Either way, it was good that it brought him to another patient. Speaking of said male patient, he seemed a bit jumpy. Maybe Jonas had just shocked him. The poor boy probably didn't even think someone would talk to him. That was the problem with the institution. There wasn't enough conversation. Genuine greetings. People stuck to their own little holes and maybe one or two people. Jonas liked to believe that if you put yourself out there and tried to be friendly, it made not thinking about an addiction that much easier. Because you had more distractions. "Inside can be so glum sometimes. That's why I like being out here. Nice weather helps brighten a mood." Jonas exclaimed, smiling softly as to not seem like a threat. He knew the triggers, he knew it felt like everyone judged him. Jonas had been there before. Literally, he had been to rehab before, knew the feelings. He liked to muse that his past experience was directly correlated to his good recovery this time. Jonas simply didn't want to end up here again. "Sitting in trees? Intriguing. Hmm, you don't think we can here? I bet they wouldn't want us to, but still... food for thought. " Jonas was developing a plan, something that would hopefully cheer up the boy, who's smile seemed fake and uninterested. When he was younger, Jonas, not that he would've admitted it, probably needed someone to be more supporting around him. Sure he would've hated it at first... but who knows. Maybe he wouldn't of had to come back. Sticking a hand out to the boy, the asian teen cracked a smile, trying to come across as a person the others could trust. "I'm Jonas... Jonas Lee." Word count: 364 Tag: Nate credit goes to cbd

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[Nathan W. Smith]

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[atrb=style, border-left: 80px solid #85b48d;][/style] [style=width: 210px; font-family: gabriola; font-weight: 300; text-align: left; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; color: #c1f3ca; line-height: 50%; margin-middle: -40px]* N a t h a n i e l Nate tilted his head a bit as the other teen began speaking again. Mildly surprised to find another Asian here. Not that it was strange, but there weren't many other Asians back home where Nate lived. It made it a bit harder sometimes, especially when he was a kid because he looked different. He shrugged a bit when he said, they were probably climbable, but that was to those who weren't level three. You could do very little at such a level, even now Nate had an Orderly hanging in the shadows, he knew it. Seeking to confirm it, he turned his head to spy on of the staff members returning his gaze with no falter. It was a bit creepy, he would've shuddered but he refrained from it. Now he shook his head a bit, no longer smiling, or forcing it. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, but it was tiring. "Maybe if you're a level one or level two. I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to do something as 'reckless' as that being I'm a level three." Nate even put the air-quotes around the word reckless. He'd done it so much at home, but he was convinced they'd think he was trying to hurt himself, and then drag him back inside to his room or some counselling or something stupid like that. Nate hesitated very noticeably, tucking his arms closer to his sides at the offer of the hand. Nate knew that could be rude, and come off as such but suddenly his therapy didn't matter anymore. He knew the scars he'd have to deal with for the rest of his life, and before coming here he'd actually accepted that. Now Nate just felt like a freak, this kid was clearly nice and trying to seem like a friend to some strange kid he'd never met before. He simply shook his head at the hand with a very small but sheepish smile that wasn't forced. "I'm sorry, it's nothing against you. I dislike shaking hands, especially while wearing t-shirts. I'm Nate." He wasn't sure if Jonas gave his first and last name, or first and middle. Which didn't make much sense, but he didn't do either. I mean, he had the most common last name in America, and then the strangest old English names for first and middle. Like, seriously? Nathaniel William? Somehow he felt that it was his father's doings to spite him even before the man knew the child. It was really stupid too. Nate seemed to shrink back a bit, unable to hold a gaze for very long so his head dropped, his shoulders hunched a bit as he fixated his gaze on his own feet. [/style][/style]