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Post by EMILY LUCILLE MERCER on Dec 27, 2010 19:40:15 GMT
 ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ A paperclip and a penny, that was all Emily had found that day in the corridors of the asylum. People seemed to be dropping less and less interesting stuff. That was until she had wandered outside. Near the poorly neglected flowerbeds rested a ski mask. Someone must have forgotten it in the wintertime and as the snow melted it was left there among the cigarette butts, used needles and empty alcohol cans and bottles. Emily had always felt bad for the flowers; they never seemed to get a chance in this place, much like the residents here. Often times alcohol was poured on them to hide the evidence from a counselor or guard or needles were tossed there after use. Em picked up the mask pulling it so you could see the entire image on the front, which happened to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Michelangelo to be exact.
Emily giggled under her breath at her find. This mask needed to go to a special person, someone who truly needed its protective qualities. She tucked it into a perfect place in her messenger bag and stood back up. Pulling a piece of butterscotch from her bag she unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth sighing at the taste. It was just what she was in the mood for at the moment. Heading back inside Em pulled her coat closer to her body, it was rather chilly in December despite the small amount of snow on the ground.
Walking back inside she stumbled onto several people, giving them all friendly hellos and smiles. Emily wandered back into the common area for something to do. There was a small piano there, which brought back some memories. Glancing around she noticed no one was in the immediate vicinity. The short brunette sat down at the bench, her hands resting gently on the keys as she tried to remember the few songs her mother had taught her in between teaching other children. Humming she finally figured out what she wanted to play, a simple tune but it was one of the few she could actually remember.
Beginning to play she hit the keys hesitantly at first then with more confidence as the melody and keys began to come back to her again. It felt like ages since the last time she had played anything, her mother would always yell that she wasn’t paying attention. Now she paid almost too much attention on where her fingers were landing as the music echoed through the asylum halls. Suddenly her fingers stopped as her eyes looked blank as if she was starring off into space. She was having another “vision” of someone’s future. This time it was just that she should be in the flower garden, no one else besides that.
Blinking she stood abruptly, the music having died down as several people watched her stride with purpose toward the outside of the facility. Some would imagine she was going to make a break for it and a guard (most likely new on the job) attempted to block her path in a panic. Using her smaller size she managed to wiggle away and head toward her destination. Thankfully someone explained to the new guy that he shouldn’t overreact, after all the next person he tries to stop from going outside could be his last moment on earth. Reaching the flower garden a sole surviving flower caught her eye as she was about to turn away. Bending down she scooped it up, dirt, roots and all and rummaged through her messenger bag until she found a plastic cup she had found in the hall.
Emily had never planned on actually using the cup as a cup, but she figured she could find a good use for it. Setting it on the ground she placed the struggling plant inside with a satisfied smile. Maybe that’s why her visions called her out here, to save the dying plant. Straightening to her small height of 5’ 3” Emily smiled to herself. Just as she was about to turn to walk back inside she heard a commotion heading toward her. Was someone trying to escape again? Looking concerned she searched the grounds for the source of the chaos.  |
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Post by KANE ALEXANDER ABRAMS on Dec 29, 2010 1:56:11 GMT
"But I don't want to go outside..." "I don't care. I want to go outside..." "But I don't want to..." "Why are you even arguing with her?" "Because I don't want to go outside damn it!" "But you know she'll eventually just get her way anyway" "Why are you taking her side?" "Because she said if I did she'd give me chocolate.." "I hate you both!" Kane finally yelled rather loudly as he slammed his book shut and pushed himself off his bed and onto his feet. To any on lookers it might have looked like he had been talking to himself, but when you live in a mental asylum it wasn't exactly strange to see people talking to themselves. When he was admitted to Stanfield Asylum they had promised his parents that he would get better, but as far as he could tell...nothing had changed. He still heard voices, he still had violent outbursts, his alternate personalities still ruled his life. Sometimes he wondered if one of them was the dominate personality and he was an alter. Kane had been more depressed since he came here, than he had ever been when he was at home.
He slid on his boots and grabbed a scarf and a beanie out of his trunk. "EWWWW your not wearing that out of the room are you?" Mind, one of her alters who was a sixteen year old girly girl asked, making him wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Deal with it, I'm not changing..." Kane argued looking at himself in the mirror liking the way he looked. "I actually like the outfit, you look dashing and dangerous no one will fuck with us in the hall." Said Zane giving him a big grin and a thumbs up. Zane was his other alter, as far as Kane knew he only had two. Zane thought he was a super hero, not like Superman or Spiderman, or anything like that. More like batman but dirt poor and with no fancy equipment. Zane usually picked up where Kane couldn't. When a situation required a pair of balls, and a good left hook, Zane would take complete control and when Kane came out of it, he might be in the infirmary with a broken nose and a couple broken ribs. Zane was also the only person in Kane's body who actually listened to the voices in their head. Zane thought that the voices were god talking to him, and if the voices said something, he had to obey them.
"Is Glee on tonight?" "No." "Don't lie to her." Kane walked down the hall, and towards the doors outside tired of Zane constantly protecting Mindy it always got old very fast. One of the guards looked at him funny because it was December and he was only wearing a tank top. For a second there it looked as if the guard was going to stop him from going outside, but Kane simply walked past him, and walked outside. He walked over to the gardens, and sat down next to Mindy's flower. She loved that thing, she would always come outside and water it, even when it was freezing cold. "There you are my precious!" Mindy said, talking to the flower like you would talk to a baby "Your the only thing that makes living in this hell hole bearable." "Why are you talking to a stupid flower?" "Its not stupid!" "Oh yes it is, why are you talking to it!" "ZANE!" "Kane stop picking on her!" Kane growled to himself, holding his arms across his chest. "Why don't you guys get out of my head." "We head that!" "Yeah Not cool man."
Kane huffed at the fact that not even his thoughts were sacred. You think that he would be used to it by now, but really could anyone ever get used to having multiple personalities and never even having the privilege of being able to have your thoughts to yourself. Kane didn't exactly know how long he had been sitting outside. His arms burned with cold, but Mindy would be outside with her flower all day if she could be. Finally an orderly came up to him, to tell him that it was time to go to therapy. Kane groaned and pushed himself up off the ground and whipped the dirt from his pants. He hated going to therapy, he had to sit there and listen to Mindy flirt with their therapist and Zane would sit there and grind his teeth because he thought it was inappropriate. Plus his therapist always wanted to talk about the day he killed his brother, and Kane didn't want to talk about that at all. He never wanted to talk about it. It was probably the one thing that he regretted the most. So Kane walked to therapy, because he had no other choice, even though he didn't want to go he had to go.
Than after therapy Kane was in a worse mood than he had already been in. He huffed to himself, jamming his hands in his pockets. He walked back outside because he knew that Mindy would want to go back to her flower. He didn't even feel like arguing with her about it. He wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him. When he heard the dead leaves crackle under his feet he looked up, and looked around the gardens. It took a few seconds because his eyes fell upon Emily, then a few more before his brain actually registered her. The sun was hitting her just right that he couldn't actually make out what she looked like, but it made her look exactly like an angel. "What a beautiful angel..." Zane said, and Kane nodded his head in agreement. His heart started to beat faster as he walked closer to her. But before Zane or Kane could react of say anything else Mindy started freaking out horribly. "MURDER!!" She screamed, in a girly voice making Kane run over to her and grab the cup out of her hand. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" "Shut up Mindy, don't be rude to the angel!"... "Yeah shut up!" Kane outstretched his hand in greeting, hoping that Mindy's outburst and him talking to himself hadn't completely scared her off. "S..sorry about that. my n..name is Kane nice to m..m..meet you" For some reason Kane had lost all ability to use his mouth and he was tripping over his words. "Way to go asshole now you blew it. She's gonna think we're losers."
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Post by EMILY LUCILLE MERCER on Dec 29, 2010 8:27:26 GMT
¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ Em was contemplating what she should do. Her vision had told her to head to the flower garden but what now? She was waiting for something else to happen, besides saving the poor dying flower in her hands. She never knew what she was actually waiting for, and if she smoked this would be a good time to indulge in the habit. Unfortunately Emily had never found a preference for any drugs or alcohol. For the most part she tended to be a lightweight when alcohol was involved while she could never bring herself to stick a needle in her arm or damage her lungs. Emily hardly judged those who did decided that drugs and alcohol was their personal vices, for Emily she enjoyed ice cream and generally in fairly good quantities for her small stature.
Just as the cold was beginning to seep through her winter coat and she was contemplating heading back inside she heard a crunch of footsteps coming toward her. Looking up at the person still tenderly cupping the poor plant in her hands she realized she hadn’t seen him around. Removing one of her hands from the cup she was about to wave and say hello, a smile beginning to reach her lips when he began striding over toward her with a purpose. Emily stood her ground hoping she hadn’t done anything to upset him, although she was almost positive she hadn’t seen him until that moment.
Then he shrieked murder at the top of his lungs in an oddly feminine voice before snatching the cup that held the poor flower from her hands. Immediately Emily felt concern for the plants well being, although this had to be some kind of misunderstanding. If this man…girl…he-she….person in front of her had been taking care of the plant previously that would explain why he was so defensive of it. Just as she was about to explain the situation he seemed to be arguing with himself, or at least with various voices in his head. Emily felt it rude to giggle, although the voices were bickering like small children. Instead she opted for a gentle smile in hopes of easing the intense dislike of one of the personalities.
Suddenly, what she assumed to be the person’s actual identity, stuck out his hand in greeting and apology for his counterpart’s actions. Smiling she thought his stumbled words were endearing as she reached out to shake his hand, ”Pleasure to meet you Kane, I’m Emily Lucille Mercer. You can call me Em or Lucy if you’d like.” The brunette said shaking his hand gently. ”And I’m sorry I touched your flower, I just thought it was getting a little cold for it so I was going to bring it inside where it was warmer.” Emily said suddenly aware that her hands must be freezing. She had long since forgotten that her hands were cold without gloves on them. Em regretted shaking his hand, she had probably made his own cold in the process, or ever worse dirty considering she had just dug up a plant.
”Oh um sorry about my hands, I forgot gloves. I hope I didn’t make yours cold or dirty.” She said looking at his hands to inspect them. Emily felt like she was being horribly rude to have both made his hands cold in addition to dirtying them. ”So who are your friends?” Emily asked with a soft smile, she was generally interested in his other personalities, they seemed like a great deal of fun although she was sure Kane hated them himself. Most of the multiple personality people she had met while in the asylum had hated their alter-egos and often bickered with them. There were a few who got along well with their other halves. For the most part she found many of them either oblivious to the other personalities or completely embarrassed to have the,. Emily was sure that Kane was the later of those two options. But things like this had hardly fazed Ms. Emily Lucille Mercer, after all she had been in the asylum for two years now and was quite sure she wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.
”Shall we head inside? You must be freezing in those clothes.” Emily said looking at his wardrobe, she was surprised he had managed to stick it out this long without a winter coat. Immediately Emily unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and placed it around his neck. She hoped she wasn’t being to forward; after all there were some that hating being other people’s personal space. But when he didn’t flinch away she considered herself in the clear. Beginning to walk down the path she clasped her hands in front of her, shrugging her coat so it covered as much of her chilled hands as she could. Stopping as she was walking she got a dazed look on her face for a minute before she blinked again. ”According to my vision you’re going to have a great hair day tomorrow.” Emily said with a genuine smile and confidence in her voice.
”Oh right I should probably explain myself. I see the future through sporadic visions. They are what told me to come to the garden which I thought was to help the flower but I think it was so I could meet you.” Emily said with another genuine smile as they continued to walk towards the building. ”So…” Just as she was about to speak someone leapt out from the bushes and grabbed her arm roughly. Shocked Emily gasped and stumbled to the side as the guy demanded she give him drugs. Em insisted that she didn’t have any to give him but his grip on her arm became harder and more desperate. Then he put both of his arms on her and shook her violently she felt her teeth rattle, but through it all she said kindly that she was sorry she couldn’t help him but she didn’t have any drugs on her. Seeing her messenger bag at her hip her reached for it intending to dump the contents on the wet ground.
Scared that her precious found objects would get ruined she begged him to let her have it back. Rummaging through it he pulled out various objects and tossed them onto the muddy ground. Quickly Emily knelt and started picking up her scattered belongings including her most valuable and precious item her camera. |
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