Misery Loves Company ((Open))

[Brooklyn N. Bennett]

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Brooklyn had been coped up in her room for way to long. It seemed that since she had arrived at White Springs, the only time she was allowed to leave her room was during meals, and even then it was only for a limited time. She knew that they wanted to make sure that she didn't harm herself, but this was a little ridiculous. She needed her space and she needed it now. Granted for the first few days, she had stayed in her room, refusing to come out, but most of that was from embarrassment. But now she was over that...well, not really but she could fake it. She was excited when they finally allowed her out of the room and she was able to go outside. She breathed the air in deeply and smiled lightly. Her eyes scanned the grounds, looking for a familiar face. She sighed lightly when she didn't spot anyone she knew. Another down side of being in her room this whole time. She shrugged gently and walked over to a tree and sat down in the shade. Brooklyn looked around the grounds for a minute, her eyes taking in everything before slipping closed. She allowed herself to be brought back into her thoughts. It seemed that all she had been doing since she got here was thinking. She already regretted what she had done. Not so much that she did it, but the fact that it had spiraled out of control to the point she landed in here. This place wasn't that bad, but it still wasn't home. Not by a long shot. She missed New York and everything that came with the city.

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[cora l. patterson]

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Cora smiled in a bright manner as she past the guards into the garden. In order for the girl to seem as though she was progressing both mentally and physically, she'd have to almost make herself believe it as well. Sometimes she almost did believe it. That was while she was outside the confines of her room though, when she was back in her room, all she wanted was a smoke or something strong to drink. Or someone to talk to, to make her feel like she wasn't actually imprisoned in a sanitized clinic for the nearly insane. That was a rough way of saying it, but it was true! She wasn't insane. She was clearly far from it, but that's what she was treated like.

Cora's smile only grew as she lifted her chin toward the sky, feeling the sun warm her entire face. Quickly the young woman's eyes scanned the area of the gardens. All she really wanted to do at that given moment was lie in the flowers and have a nice drink. Then again, that's all she ever wanted to do. She could control herself though! It wasn't like her problem was super bad. It was a minor case. Everyone likes to drink. It wasn't as though she was the only girl in the world who enjoyed a bit of cheer in her glass to get the party going. It was common. Popular even. She most definitely did not have a problem! Where was the problem in being happy?

A groan almost left the blonde's throat until she saw a girl who she was familiar with. Brooklyn definitely had a good sense of style unlike many of the addicts around her. The two girls were also at White Springs for the same reason. Their common appreciation of alcohol. The only true difference was that, Brooklyn had self image problems. Normally girls with eating disorders irritated Cora, but for some reason, Brooklyn hadn't... yet. At least.

"I see they'll let you escape for a couple hours then," Cora smirked, walking over to her, falling into the seat next to her, leaning against the tree.

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BUT THEN IF YOU'RE SO SMART THEN TELL ME WHY ARE YOU STILL SO AFRAID?

[Brooklyn N. Bennett]

Aug 21, 2012 21:03:24 GMT -5 Brooklyn N. Bennett said:

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Brooklyn was thinking about New York. Around this time is when her mom was starting on her line for the next season and she was most likely shopping. Aw, shopping. How Brooklyn missed it so. That was the one thing she hated about White Springs. She was confined inside for most of the day and wasn't even allowed to go shopping. They wouldn't even let her use a computer to do online shopping. Though, she would never stoop that low. Online shopping was so beneath her. She was shaken out of her thoughts when she heard a voice. She gave a small smile as she saw Cora and watched her take a seat next to her. She shrugged lightly at her question. "Yeah. It is about time. I was tired of being cooped up in my room and inside all day long," She told her...friend. Would Cora be considered a friend? She wasn't really sure. The two girls had a lot in common from their personalities to the reason why they were here. Granted, Brooklyn was probably more messed up then Cora with her self image issues, but for some reason they still clicked.

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[cora l. patterson]

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Cora sighed softly, leaning against the rough bark of the tree's trunk. She'd get out of this one on time, wouldn't she? Her hands were starting to shake again! Quickly she tucked her hands underneath her bottom. If people saw her like this, they'd instantly assume she was an addicted! Something she was not! As long as she didn't admit it, it wouldn't become a reality, right? She couldn't be questioning herself, not right now, especially not now.

As the breeze continue to blow through, Cora found herself shivering...At least she would have a different excuse for her hands shaking now. Maybe, just maybe, she could get one of those nicotine patches. Did they allow those here? God she hoped so. It might make her time here a bit more manageable. When she was at a clinic, Cora constantly felt like Filch, and his cat at Hogwarts. But at least if she was at Hogwarts, she'd have Mrs. Norris, and could run off to Hogsmeade if she needed a drink. Where would she find a drink here? A moan left her lips as she imagined the taste of liquor on the tip of her tongue. The girl smiled, the mere thought getting her through that particular moment.

Cora laughed softly, running her fingers through her golden tresses. "I don't think I would mind being in my room, if there was something to do in there. It's so tedious being alone for hours on end. I need a fuck... and every bloke around this shit hole is fucking another bloke. What's up with all of these gay bastards!' She grumbled, noticing leaf now in her hands that she'd been ripping to shreds throughout her speech. Cora wasn't really a homo-phob... no, yes, she kind of was. It irritated her that some guys were so attractive... but wait, they like boys instead. They can just go suck a dick then... oh wait, they'd enjoy that, wouldn't they. The only thing gay lads were good for was a threesome, then again, it would have to be two bisexual guys for the most ideal threesome. What gay couple would want to add in a girl?

Cora inhaled deeply after demolishing yet another leaf. "Sorry, I'm just really deprived of everything," She leaned forward to lay on her stomach.
"I've been thinking about modeling lately..." The blond sighed softly, closing her eyes, resting her chin on her forearms.

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BUT THEN IF YOU'RE SO SMART THEN TELL ME WHY ARE YOU STILL SO AFRAID?

[Brooklyn N. Bennett]

my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Brooklyn looked out over the grounds, her eyes scanning the scenery and the people quickly. After a few moments, it returned back to Cora. She smiled lightly at her, trying not to get pulled back into her own thoughts, worries, and issues. Around here though, that was pretty impossible. This place itself brought those thoughts on no matter what. All anyone could think about was "getting cured" or at least, giving off the impression that they were cured so they could leave. Even though she had only been here a few weeks, she was itching to get out and away from this place. She knew that would be a long ways away though. She nodded lightly at Cora's statement and couldn't help but agree. The rooms were so dull and boring. There weren't even any decorations on the walls but maybe that was just her section, the "dangerous" people. "I agree. I mean, the least they could do is give the rooms some color. Make it not seem as drab." She missed her room. And more importantly, she missed her bed. She was just glad that they let her keep her clothes. She shrugged gently. "I have no idea but it is a little depressing that none of the guys are available." Brooklyn shook her head lightly and shrugged. "Don't be sorry," She told the other girl. "I feel deprived of everything as well. It has been a long few weeks." She watched Cora for a moment and a smile graced her face lightly. "You would make a good model," She told her and smiled again. "I have been thinking of joining my mom's fashion label. Or singing." She shrugged lightly. Singing had always been a secret passion of hers, but most people always assumed that she would become a lawyer like her dad or go into fashion like her mom. And at the moment, the only option out of those two was going into fashion.

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[cora l. patterson]

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Cora wound her fingers into the grass tightly. She honestly couldn't think of a place she hated more than White Springs. Four Seasons had been a torturous clinic as well, but at least back in New England, she was still with the same kind of people. Yes, she wished she wouldn't have gotten kicked out of that facility instead of being trapped in this prison. There was nothing positive about White Springs, or even Florida for that matter. She could hardly breathe in this kind of climate. Perhaps that was just because she hadn't even left the clinic... Maybe if she when to Miami, she'd love it just as much as Manhattan or even Boston. That would be nice. She'd have to phone Jonathon, or maybe Scar to fly in and come to "visit her", and then take her around a real city. Despite all of her travels, she'd never been to Miami. Her parents always complained of the heat. An excuse; Cora had always assume until she'd actually be exiled.

"We should bring that up during next group!" Cora nodding, laughing lightly. It was a shame everyone around the clinic was so dull and boring, especially since Cora loved nothing more than to laugh. It was the reason she was here in the first place! Being that she couldn't be giddy all the time she took something to give her a little kick. "Oh god, I know! If I had someone to toy with a bit, maybe it'd be easier to, quote, 'get better', un-quote. I need to get out of here...I really can't stay much longer. I'm about to go mad! I shouldn't even be in here! I don't have a problem!" The blond girl ranted, shoving her finger into her mouth, chewing on her fingernail. Cora was easily excited when it came to issues like her discharge. She just needed to get it over with already, but lately she didn't know how to fool anyone that she was getting better. If she didn't have a problem in the first place, how on earth was she supposed to act like she was slowly getting cured.

"Last night I was honestly thinking about slicing my skin open, I was so bored. I need a fuck... Or at least a reason to give a fuck. Yanno what I mean?" Cora laughed softly, running her hand through her hair, sitting up straight, back against the tree trunk. "I didn't know you sang.... You should hum a few bars," She smirked, nudging Brooklyn with her elbow. Cora had been in love with the elder Bennett's work since the dawn of ages. It would be a waste to have a daughter that didn't join the label, and allow her to run off and start as a singer. Cora would never say though. She didn't feel like getting into a crazy family's drama at the moment. "My mum thought it would be a good 'mother, daughter, activity'" Cora told the other patient, rolling her eyes slightly at the thought. Her mother, Estella, should be retired. She was an old hag with saggy boobs, but apparently the rest of the world saw her mother differently. Models should just stop trying after the age of thirty five. Estella missed the boat two years ago.

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BUT THEN IF YOU'RE SO SMART THEN TELL ME WHY ARE YOU STILL SO AFRAID?