the words are coming i feel terrible, open,

[Tristan 'Jake' Black]

say hello to all the boys
ON TOP OF THIS TABLE THAT YOUR UNDER
lipstick lullabies.
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It had been a week, a week since Jake had had anything to do with anyone else in this institution. He was beginning to get restless now. It was ridiculous. Jake thought as he paced his empty cell room. He was so glad he was on his own right now, if anyone walked through that door he was certain he’d end up strangling them or something else, perhaps worse than the strangling. Although he did kind of wish someone would hurry the hell up here, he was lonely, and it was bugging him. He needed human contact before he exploded.

Jake sighed, running his now clawed hands painfully through his hair, this was a nightmare, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe he should leave his room, go find one of his ‘friends’, he seriously needed something to do. That, or at least some entertainment.

Slamming his fist as hard as he could on the wooden laptop desk in front of him he let out a chain of curses, then winced; maybe that wasn’t a good idea. Breaking a finger or two would not get rid of the huge nagging sensation “I can’t believe this…” He muttered, he couldn’t believe how good his behaviour had actually been, sighing and getting up from his chair. It was probably a good idea to go for a walk.

He made sure he’d stuffed the small cardboard box of cigarettes, having had his counsellor get them for him earlier on, in his jean pocket as he slammed the door to the cell behind him as he left. A few of the newer inmates were sitting on a bench nearby, halfway down the corridor of cells, and fell about in hysterics. Not understanding what was so funny, Jake headed in the opposite direction.

After a few minutes of wandering around the place he reached the social area, and thankful that there were no staff around he entered the common room like area and scooped his cigarettes out of his pocket along with a lighter he’d managed to smuggle from supplies. Swearing under his breath he collapsed on one of the sofa’s inside and flicked the metal switch on the lighter, lighting one of the white cylinders which was between his fingers. “Devo essere collocate” He muttered under his breath, kicking his shoes off and sitting crossed legged on the cushions. He was surprised that no one else was around, but he sure hoped someone would show up. Tristan didn’t make the effort to come down to the social area and not socialise.

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I'M PINNING anyone.
I AM finiiiished.
GRAMMY GOES TO mayday parade.
WE ARE IN the social area.
WORD SAYS can't be bothered to count.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
I'VE GOTTA SAY I miss my Jake. So I just wrote this uber quick.,.

[lucy megan nelson]

[Lucyin the sky with

[/i]Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left]

Holy friggen crap, what was this shit ? Since the pychos here that handed out medicines were sadistic, evil little bastards, they kept switching up the prescriptions and doses that Lucy was taking. Sometimes it did nothing, sometimes it got rid of the voices, sometimes it made them harder to hear, and sometimes, like this one, it just made her feel like she had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. Yay. Since they refused to tell her when they changed the medicine and gave her something different, she hadn't expected to suddenly not be able to make herself walk normally down the hall. Instead of that, she was swaying like she was on a ship. A ship with a drunk pirate who didn't know how to use a rudder steering it.

How much had they given her ? It had to be a crazy amount. She really couldn't handle shit like that. Lucy was 5'3". Benadryl made her act nutty... well, nuttier than normal. And, even though the medicine was technically doing it's job; Cathy and Denise were no where to be heard, Lucy wasn't digging these side-effects. And, she didn't like it when she couldn't hear Cathy and Denise anyway. They were kind of like the commentary on her life. It was hard to make decisions without them. Man, that really was a sad place to be. She needed the oppinions of the voices in her head before she could choose something.

Lucy was leaning pretty heaviliy on the wall and was still trying pretty darn hard to make it all the way down the hall, to the left, straight on for a bit, then right to her cell. But after a while of trudging along and not even reaching the half way point, she stopped and started being as realistic as she could in her current mindframe. She was not going to make it to her room like this. But, on the bright side, that meant she wasn't going to her counceling appointment either. Thank goodness for small miracles.

The social area that she tended to avoid sounded blessedly quiet right now. She made it to the door frame and leaned against it while she popped her head in cautiously. Right now if there turned out to be some annoying person in there that would bug the hell out of her, they would get pounced on. But considering she didn't have that much control over her limbs at the moment, she would probably lose a fight dismally right now. Seeing only a guy who was lighting up a cigarette, she slunk into the room, keeping a hand on the wall and using her other hand to massage her temples as she headed straight for a comfortable looking chair and flopping into it. Damn. The chair wasn't comfy after all.

[Tristan 'Jake' Black]

say hello to all the boys
ON TOP OF THIS TABLE THAT YOUR UNDER
lipstick lullabies.
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“Oh come on!” Jake yelled at the lighter which was refusing to work right now, just when he thought things couldn’t get much worse. No sex. No cigarettes. Did he do something to offend karma or something? This hadn’t been a good day. First he got woken up by one of his cell mates wild nightmares at three o’clock in the morning, only when he fell back to sleep did he get woken up again by the same kid. He’d missed breakfast because he had been too busy catching up on that beauty sleep, almost got into a fight with his counsellor for not answering any of the questions, and scraping isolation for being rude to the lunch ladies. And now his cigarette wouldn’t light, and he was all alone in the so called social area.

Tristan scowled at his blue coloured lighter, “Parte vaffunculo di merda” he cursed, frowning at it still. He was forever cursing in Italian, that way no one could understand a word he was saying and Jake liked it that way. Just as he managed to create a flame with the plastic tube, the noise of someone entering caught his attention, looking up, loosing his concentration, the flame went out, and he swore loudly in the direction of the girl who had stumbled in.

He didn’t bother apologising, because he had nothing to apologise for. She would know he wasn’t swearing at her, besides he was glad for some company, finally. Still frowning, half due to the frustration of lighting his much needed cigarette, half because he didn’t understand why the pretty brown haired girl was clinging to the wall for dear life as she made her way into the room before collapsing on one of the chairs. “You alright over there little lady?” He grinned, trying the lighter again, and flashing his infamous smile, “That pained expression on your pretty young face is quite worrying sweetheart” He added as an afterthought, he had no idea what was wrong with her, you couldn’t always tell in this place. Jake was sure he’d never met this girl before.

Chuckling to himself as she fidgeted on the chair, obviously not satisfied with its level of comfortableness, he managed to light the cigarette. After attempt one thousand and twenty eight. Jake watched the smoke trail around in small swirls as it rose, filling the room with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. Hell, how he’d missed that smell. Once again, he was thankful there were no staff members around. “You know, this sofa is quite the cozy one” He said, basically suggesting she should join him on the three seater, “I don’t bite”.

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I'M PINNING lucy.
I AM done and throooough.
GRAMMY GOES TO mayday parade.
WE ARE IN the social area.
WORD SAYS can't be bothered to count.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
I'VE GOTTA SAY i now have miley cyrus stuck in my head hahaaa.

[lucy megan nelson]

[Lucyin the sky with

[/i]Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left]

She heard him say something extremely weird sounding, and she actually wasn't sure if it was because it wasn't English, or if she had just forgotten English herself. Ah, no, wait... he was speaking English now. And she understood it. Catastrophe averted. But now he was talking to her and she wasn't sure she wanted to or could turn herself around to face him. So, she did the only thing that made sense. Lucy groped around on the side of the chair for the lever and then wrapped her fingers around it and yanked, sending the chair back into the reclining position. Now she was looking at him from a weird upside down angle and while it didn't really make her feel like she was obeying social norms, it was better than nothing.

She squinted at him in an attempt to make the way she was seeing things make sense, but it didn't do any good. Oh, yeah. He'd asked a question, hadn't he ?
"Probably not." She was actually feeling a little better now that she was laying down... well, kind of laying down. Her head was a whole lot less spinny. "And this is just the face I make when trying to walk on ground that insists on tilting." Her voice was a combination of tiredness and frustration at her half incapacitated state. She really didn't like not being in complete control of herself. In fact, if she had it her way, she'd be in control of everybody else too, but that came with her narcassism.

She tilted her head a little farther so that she could better see the couch he was sitting on. Yes, that definetely did look a lot more comfortable than the thing she was resting on. But was it worth risking the journey... Her hand gripped the lever again and she made the seat right itself. Now came the difficult part. Leaning forward, she got out of the chair and making her face of concentration again, took the few shakey steps it took to get over the the couch he was on before flopping on to it in the same way she'd fallen into the chair. But, the couch was a much better place to land.

"This is a pretty comfy couch. But you might wanna watch out, cause I do bite." Lucy flashed him a toothy grin before taking the oppertunity to examine him for the first time right-side-up.

[Tristan 'Jake' Black]

say hello to all the boys
ON TOP OF THIS TABLE THAT YOUR UNDER
lipstick lullabies.
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Quite content now he had company and he was able to smoke freely without getting shouted at by staff members Jake smiled solemnly to himself, resting his head on the back of the old sofa. Another thing that annoyed him was the colour scheme of the social area, he wasn’t really a colourful person and the brightness of the walls made his eyes ache from time to time. He was happy with the black leather couches though, they would do just nicely. The seventeen year old fidgeted to get more comfortable as he watched the girl he’d yet to learn the name of flip the lever of her chair.

Although with the frown still on his face as she did so he couldn’t help but laugh at her actions. It wasn’t every day that someone you were talking to would randomly decide to put their chair into recline as to view someone whilst being upside down instead of moving. Moving would have been the most sensible idea, to Jake at least, but then again, the upside down trick seemed to work just fine. However, the younger girl did look particularly strange lying there whilst Jake sat opposite, crossed legged on the sofa. “Well, of course we’re all the little bit insane darling” He replied when she said she probably wasn’t alright, “All in here for one thing or another” He said with a shrug, puffing on his cigarette desperately before blowing the smoke in her direction unintentionally. The ground was tilted. Well, that was new news to Jake; he shrugged away her comment and examined her upside down face.

“I’m pretty sure I’m much better looking the proper way up” He grinned, as she continued to lay on the chair in front of him, “Maybe the fact you’re defying gravity could be encouraging that tilting feeling sweetie?” He suggested, he wasn’t sure what she had meant by that anyway. She hadn’t exactly given him any clues, maybe it was medication. That seemed to do pretty whacky things to almost everybody around here. He couldn’t help smiling, holding back a chuckle at her attempt to cross the room, the small distance as it was still seeming impossible for her to reach from her current position.

“I think someone took the wrong dose this morning eh?” Tristan joked, winking at her as she joined him on the three seater. That was better, he could see her properly now. Chuckling still he uncrossed his legs, resting his feet on the worn out carpet, “Ooo err, maybe it was a bad idea suggesting you sit so close then, cold one” the Twilight reference just happening to slip in. Heck, Jake hadn’t even read Twilight, yet ‘bite’ reminded him of ‘vampires’ which led to the famous, poorly written trilogy of four, “As long as you don’t drain me dry honey”.

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I'M PINNING lucy.
I AM dadadadone
GRAMMY GOES TO mayday parade.
WE ARE IN the social area.
WORD SAYS can't be bothered to count.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
I'VE GOTTA SAY la la la (:

[lucy megan nelson]

[Lucyin the sky with

[/i]Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left]

Lucy frowned at him when he mentioned they were all insane and then immediately wondered if it looked like a smile. He blew his smoke in her direction and she watched it rather lazily, not really minding that it was now in her face. She scoffed when he said he looked better right side up.
"Well, if that's the case, I don't look too hot myself at the moment and we can both be ugly together. And it's not the being upside down that's screwing with the ground. In fact, it's not so bad now." She nodded once to emphasise that, but she wasn't sure if he could tell what she was trying to do. It might look really weird upside down.

Yet, despite the improvement on the apparently unbalanced earth that the chair provided, the lure of the comfortable sofa drew her to make the peralious crossing and made her wind up sitting next to him. She rested her head against the couch and turned it to look at him when he mentioned the wrong dose.
"Nope, doctors are just annoying little sons of bitches that like causing me pain and discomfort. They can't figure out how to get rid of the voices in my head without giving me all these weird side-effects. Not that medication is really needed to begin with. Nothing wrong with having someone to talk to." Lucy had gotten a little carried away with her explanation and had managed to share her opinions on her condition with him as well. That was another thing about today's dose. It had put her in a musing mood that gave her the tendency of pondering things out loud.

Lucy wasn't the reading type and his Twilight reference went right over her head.
"What the hell are you talking about ?" Cold one ? She definetely wasn't cold. Actually, it was a little warm in here. But she laughed for a moment at his new concern for being bitten. "Fine. I promise not to bite you unless you ask me to."


[OOC: sorry bout the suckiness. this is my third time rewriting it and i got a little too fed up to do a great one ]

[Tristan 'Jake' Black]

say hello to all the boys
ON TOP OF THIS TABLE THAT YOUR UNDER
lipstick lullabies.
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Still finding this girl rather amusing Jake continued to chuckle to himself. She really was quite entertaining, and they’d only really just met. He’d decided that the decision to come out of his cell, and stop being a hermit crab, was a pretty good decision so far. He hadn’t smiled like this in a while, it felt quite nice. “You amuse me kiddo” Tristan said, completely honestly, he didn’t mean it as an insult either, of course not, no, according to Jake this was some sort of compliment. He laughed to himself once more before running his cigarette free hand through his messy brown hair.

Drawing on the white cylinder shaped object again he turned his deep hazel eyes back to the younger girl sitting beside him. Grinning when she cursed at the doctors and staff that apparently ‘ran’ this place. He wasn’t the only one that despised them. Then again, he doubted anyone in Michigan State would actually be a fan of the adults who kept them here and tried to make them talk about feelings, and what they’ve done wrong, etcetera etcetera.
“Mhmm” He said in agreement as she slated them continuously, probably seeming like he wasn’t listening as his eyes had now wandered half way across the otherwise empty social area. But he was in fact listening completely; he just never really seemed to appear like he was interested in anyone else other than himself.

“Voices? I don’t see what’s wrong with a couple of innocent voices, no indeed, sounds interesting” He smirked, now understanding that the poor girl had obviously been given a tonne of medication which wasn’t exactly making her feel any better. “They must make life a lot more interesting around here, am I right darlz?” Jake was pretty sure having a conversation with yourself would be quite entertaining, especially with someone such as himself. Oh my, the conversations one might have. Thrilling.

Jacob shrugged, his cold one reference obviously not hitting home. Some of the things he said never really made much sense to anyone else, apart from yours truly, Mr Black himself, but there we go. “It’s the intelligent word for Vampire, babycakes” answering her question and hopefully clearing the confusion of what he’d previously said. “Y’know, because they bite? Nevermind, nevermind” He laughed, flashing her another smile and fidgeting in his seat, blowing out cigarette smoke as he did so. “Only If I ask?” raising an eyebrow he looked at her again, “Now that would just ruin a perfectly welcome surprise wouldn’t it?” grinning again. Tristan had only just realised that he had no idea who this girl was, and thought it only sensible to enquire at least a name, “So, what pretty little lady am I talking to today?”.

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I'M PINNING lucy.
I AM dadadadone
GRAMMY GOES TO mayday parade.
WE ARE IN the social area.
WORD SAYS can't be bothered to count.
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
I'VE GOTTA SAY it's fine aha !