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Post by william r. james on Aug 19, 2012 10:53:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;] Ripley was getting angry. It wasn't just immediate anger, but this had been bottled up and building for days now. He'd taken all of the little annoying things and pushed them away to the back of his mind, waiting until it was unbearably painful just to breathe because of the anger. He was learning to do this often, simply so he could stay on level two. There was a lower risk for him when they could see he wasn't cutting as often. With that in mind, Ripley pulled his bag that carried his...supplies, onto his shoulder, slid on his dark glasses, made sure his phone was tucked securely in the pocket of his hoodie, and crept into the bathrooms.
He was aware that there was a bathroom in his dorm, but he wasn't going to accidentally tarnish that one and cause suspicion. Ripley knew that sometimes cutting could go wrong, and get messy; a spot of blood was going to be less noticeable here than in the cleanliness of his own bathroom. So here he was, making his way into the less than sanitary bathrooms, ready to release the anger building in his arteries. He had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever, and damnit he was going to cherish every single moment of it he could.
His preparation was slow and methodical, as it had always been. He learned that the slower the process went, the nicer it felt when he finally got the blade to his skin. He pulled his "kit" from his backpack, placing it carefully on the counter. He was betting an orderly wouldn't walk in, so he didn't hide inside a stall. He removed a small razor, an alcohol swab, and a small bit of gauze. He smiled down at his utensils, letting his feelings bubble as he became anxious to begin the process. Carefully, Ripley hoisted himself onto the counter, shrugging off his hoodie and tossing it to the side. He looked down at his pale but muscled forearms, scarred beyond belief from the past three years. He turned on the nearest faucet, running his hand under the cool water and wetting his upper arm. It was less noticeable when he did it here, because he was never caught in just short sleeves. Ripley shivered at the coolness of the water, his anxiety building even more at how close he was. Slowly, he took the small razor in bewteen his thumb and middle finger. He turned it over and over for a moment, wishing it was still as shiny as when he first got it a year ago. He then decided it was time to let himself release all the tension building in his muscles, carefully pressing the blade to his arm. He didn't move it for a long moment, just let it sit in his skin as he watched a tiny trickle of blood make it's way down. He then gave a quick slash, grunting as the wound opened. He stretched out his arm, admiring the two inch long gash he had made. He watched as the blood pulsed out, dripping onto his jeans and the counter below him. Ripley decided to stay like this for a while, only shifting his position so that his outstretched arm would drip over the sink instead of on his clothes and the counter.
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Post by Theo J Carmichael on Aug 19, 2012 19:43:21 GMT -5
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I break habits
Just to fall in love
But I do it
On designer drugs
It had been growing late already. Theo had just finished up his rounds, walking the hallways back down towards the bathrooms and other things. Link, his retriever at his side paying keen attention to his surroundings as his owner walked idly. Theo was pretty tired already, his medication was wearing off and his anxiety was creeping back up in the back of his mind. He inhaled softly as he reached down to stroke his dog on the head, deciding he had to use the bathroom before heading to his apartment. Theo held open the door for his dog, glancing down at his phone for a moment before putting it in his pocket. Jumping slightly at the sound of Link's bark that echoed in the bathroom. Theo responded by shushing him with a loud 'shh.'
That is until he looked up, absolute panic and anxiety just slammed through him at the sight he just beheld. There was one of the patients with a razor in hand, blood flowing down his arm. He nearly felt sick, but kept a cool head. No wonder Link had so abruptly barked, he scented the iron. Theo cleared his throat carefully, not trying to startle the teen he didn't know yet. But he had to do something, he couldn't very well let him do it again. Theo moved around his retriever who stood obediently by the door, staring curiously ahead. Theo wasn't sure how to go about this.
He wasn't forceful, but this was really serious. "You can' be hurting yourself like that. Here, give me the razor and I'll do you a favor and not report this. But please don't do it again." Theo released more of the anxiety through his voice than he'd wanted to. He was concerned, but he stood rather close to the other boy. Hand held out, he was prepared to be injured, but he was going to get the razor away from the kid before he left. Even if he got a few cuts himself, you never knew what you were dealing with in these cases. If anything bad really happened, thankfully Link was well trained. Theo's heart rate jumped through the roof as he felt the blood drain from his face and moved a bit close. Concern knit into his features.
"I know you probably won't agree with me... I don't need you to.. Just cooperate with me is all I ask. Okay? You're not in trouble." Theo was really struggling here now. There was quite a bit of blood and that had to be taken care of, the scars already on the other boy's arms made him swallow hard. He could feel his eyes stinging, but he managed to keep a dry face and a level head now. Link let out another sound, a low whine as he lowered his head and sank to the floor. But Theo only had eyes and ears for the teen now.
notes; I couldn't pass this up. <3tags; William
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Post by william r. james on Aug 19, 2012 20:23:45 GMT -5
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He couldn't help but chuckle a little and shake his head at the anxiety in the other boy's voice. "I can do whatever I want," Ripley rolled his eyes slightly, picking the razor up from the counter and holding it in his fingers as he watched the orderly. "I think what you mean is I shouldn't be hurting myself like this." Obviously Ripley wasn't going to let this slide by passively. He would be cooperative, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't run his mouth. Ripley turned the blade in his fingers once more, smiling to himself.
When the orderly tried to talk him down, Ripley couldn't help but test the waters a little. He could see the orderly was getting more anxious, and looking more than a little sick. As the other boy spoke to him, Ripley quirked an eyebrow. He gave his wrist another small slash, then switching the razor to the other hand and repeating his actions. "All finished, then." he replied nonchalantly, grabbing the alcohol pads and carefully removing the blood from the tarnished blade. He then set the blade down on the counter, sliding it over towards the orderly as he began to wipe the blood from his arms and wrists, humming softly.
He used the alcohol pads to wipe the blood from the cut on his upper arm, applying just enough pressure to stem the bleeding so he could put the gauze around his arm. After he managed to tighten the wrap, he then carefully ran his wrists under the cold water of the faucet. Once the blood was all washed off, he pulled a pair of band aids from his pocket and placed them over the matching cuts on either of his wrists. "All better," Ripley smirked over at the orderly, tucking his "kit" back into his backpack calmly.
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Post by Theo J Carmichael on Aug 19, 2012 20:37:31 GMT -5
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I break habits
Just to fall in love
But I do it
On designer drugs
Theo could tell as soon as the teen started speaking, nothing good would come of it right now. Actually he was expecting the teen to cooperate with him. Which was stupid, he'd expected less before usually. Always stupid. Theo jumped slightly as the teen repeated the action again, three more times. Theo jumped a bit and snatched the razor away when he got the chance. He was shaken by the incident, even though he tried hard not to show it, he couldn't help it. Theo caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror who seemed sickly. Theo swallowed hard, ignoring the seemingly taunting words. "Fair enough... You can do whatever you want, but yes, you probably shouldn't do that. Why do you feel like its... a good Idea to hurt yourself?"
He wasn't being as careful as he usually was, Theo was losing his cautious side. Theo knew he was showing too much of his emotion right now, watching with the same anxious feeling as the boy seemed to clean and dress his own wounds. Even though he'd said he wouldn't report it, Theo was obligated to report it. So that's what he'd do, but in the morning. He didn't know if he wanted to be around people so soon after this. The male noted the thing that the boy stuffed back into his bag, and somehow it didn't seem like a good idea to let him keep it. "Mind if I take a look in there before you put that away?"
Theo jumped slightly when Link nudged his nose into his hand. He slid the razor into his pocket as he'd dispose of it properly when finished here. Reaching down to pet his dog on the head carefully. Already relaxing just a bit more. But even then he wasn't as cautious. Theo 's fingers rested on the side of Link's face as he sat down. Inhaling softly again, he was honestly glad to have the dog with him. It was helpful. "What's your name?" It may have seemed out of the blue, but even then it sort of wasn't. He would at least know how to report, and who to report anyway. Theo was still a bit shaken but being the wounds were dressed and tended to, he was feeling a bit better. Not that he was comfortable knowing this kid was hurting himself.
notes; Theo's pretty close to just.. edge <3tags; William
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Post by william r. james on Aug 19, 2012 21:14:28 GMT -5
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As he set to cleaning up the counter, Ripley continued his soft humming. He heard the orderly's question, but took a long moment to answer it. He contemplated giving someone else's name, because Ripley knew the orderly would report it and he'd have a nice long counseling session in front of him. However, Ripley knew he'd get double time when they found out he'd lied. He battled in his head for a while on what to do, the entire time his hands moving quickly in swift motions to mop up the drying blood on the counter. Finally, Ripley stopped and looked over his shoulder at the orderly, letting his trademark smirk coming across lips slowly. "Ripley. William Ripley James, to be exact," Ripley turned fully now, tossing the paper towels he had been using in the trash can. "It'll make it easier to report me if you have the name I'm filed under." he hoisted himself back up on the counter again, pursing his lips and raising his brows as he watched the orderly.
Ripley absentmindedly scratched at the bandages on his wrists, frowning down at them. He really hated these sticky things covering up his handiwork. He had really stopping cutting his wrists because of that, if he was being honest. He was a bit superficial in the way he didn't like to be seen with silly band-aids on his wrists. When he used his upper arm, and even occasionally his thigh or calve, it was much easier to just tourniquet it and not worry about silly little sticky bandages.
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Post by Theo J Carmichael on Aug 19, 2012 21:29:30 GMT -5
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I break habits
Just to fall in love
But I do it
On designer drugs
Theo swallowed hard again, it wasn't that he was afraid of blood or fainted at it. It made him uncomfortable, and he had to turn his head away while the teen cleaned up his own mess. Rather, Ripley as he was called. Theo nodded carefully, it wasn't like he was trying to lie or anything. It was part of his job though. Link whined again at the absent movement of Theo's fingers. Knowing very well his dog knew how he felt, and probably Ripley too. "It's nothing against you. Anyway, when you're finished up there I'm taking you back to your room." Theo said matter-of-factly but he was still a bit different. The tone of his voice had wavered as he bent over to search through the boy's bag.
He took a good search too, nothing but bandages and other miscellaneous items. Theo sighed slightly as he straightened his posture again. His hair falling in his face a bit but he didn't bother to push it out of his face. Theo knew he needed to head back and take his nightly meds, and it was getting worse. Even though he'd only been her a few minutes, it seemed like hours and his mood had already changed dramatically. "I guess then you can just call me Theo. And this is Link." He shrugged a bit coolly at the comment. His mom's had taught him to at least give your name if someone else gave theirs.
Even if he didn't really want to. Theo already knew he wouldn't sleep tonight. He'd probably have a rough few days even with his meds. Speaking of which, this situation begged the question about Ripley's. "Well then, all done? Have you taken you meds yet?" Theo seemed to sound a bit more lifeless each time he spoke. Link let out another low whine, causing Theo to force a smile.
notes; I don't even o___otags; William
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Post by william r. james on Aug 20, 2012 19:18:26 GMT -5
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Speaking of which, Ripley was feeling a little lightheaded himself. He made an internal note to check the tourniquet on his arm when he was back in the room; he couldn't tell if he was just losing blood or losing circulation. Ripley flexed his muscles instinctively, glancing down at the gauze on his arm. He was waiting to see a dot of red seep through, but as of right now he seemed pretty safe. Ripley really didn't mind blood at all, he just hated that it was so messy. Sometimes he wished his blood could be like jello, so he could just open himself up and scrape it out when he wanted. He felt like that would be an easier, better way for him to release the anger, and much simpler too. The way it worked now, he would just slash and slash until he felt like if he made another cut he'd be completely bled out. Thinking about that, Ripley couldn't remember the last time he had bottled his anger up so much that he just slashed his own arm, pretending he had the chance to slash at everyone who had made him angry like that.
Ripley found himself frowning deeply when he came out of his thoughts, and his brow was furrowed, causing his head to ache just slightly. He was also pretty sure his jaw was set, and he generally looked menacing. He hadn't really meant to, it just happened when he got lost like that. He'd probably scared the orderly even more now-not that he was worried about frightening the scrawny little guy anyway. He did seem nice, though, and maybe somewhere in the back of his mind Ripley thought he might be sort of attractive. Ripley especially found it appealing when his victims were easily frightened and anxious, it made his job a lot easier.
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Post by Theo J Carmichael on Aug 21, 2012 17:10:57 GMT -5
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I break habits
Just to fall in love
But I do it
On designer drugs
Theo shifted, watching the other boy rather carefully. Usually he could deal with such a personality with no qualms whatsoever, but now coming down off his meds it was much harder to take. Theo moved again, opening the door for Ripley and offering him to go first. Theo didn't trust the kid enough to walk in front of him. He wanted to keep a close eye on the kid if he could. Link seemed to take a hint and walk out the door before the other two even set foot outside it. Sitting himself down a few feet away in Theo's view. "If they were a load of shit, I wouldn't be standing right here."
He gave a terse nod to the boy when he asked about going back to his room. Theo didn't want to waste any more time here, he wanted to just get this kid back to his room and file out his report. Theo didn't think he'd really even be the same after this incident. Regardless of if he had his medication or not, it'd still bother him. It made him unsure of how he felt about this particular patient. Not that he disliked him just yet, but he certainly didn't trust him. Usually Theo had no problem doing something like that, but this was different.
Much different. He swallowed hard again, refraining from clutching at his chest because of the anxiety, prepared to follow the kid outside. Ripley, Theo corrected himself mentally. Link groaned as if to hurry them up, it seemed he was probably hungry himself and wanted this whole ordeal to be over too. Theo didn't manage to smile this time, he was done trying to act like it was fine when clearly it wasn't.
notes; I don't even o___otags; William
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gay. single. manipulative. short-tempered.
