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Post by ETHAN BLAINE HUDSON on Dec 28, 2010 7:59:31 GMT
ethan was twenty, so he didn't have class like the underaged kids. that was a little bit of an upside to this place. when the teens were in class, he got to have the common room to himself. of course, it was a requirement for him to be involved in something, and because of his anger issues, sports were not an option - not even swimming. so what did they have him take? an art class of all things. at first he hated it, but he found himself warming up to it. whenever he saw something interesting, his first instinct was to draw. whenever he became angry, the one thing that could calm him down was to draw. whenever he had free time, he would draw. so right now, he was sitting at a corner desk in the common room, a sketch pad on the desk and a dull pencil in his large hand.
when he first started to draw, the only thing that came to mind were their faces - adelaide and emily's. he knew adelaide's by heart of course. her thin eyebrows, pouty lips, wispy hair and a mole on her cheek. emily's was harder to remember. she hadn't been in his life for as long as adelaide had. he wished he could have brought pictures of her with him here, but he didn't have time to grab any personal items. it was sad that he could barely remember his own daughter's smile, her cry, how she smelled. he always had to hold back tears when he first tried drawing, now, it was better.
looking out the window, he sketched the grounds. the sky was a light blue, the sun dim. the trees were bare and the ground was covered in a light dusting of snow. it was a pretty winter scene, even though ethan never cared for winter. he was from the south, so he was used to warm weather all year long. honestly, he still wasn't used to this place. it was lonely and weird and there were some very scary people here. it was a good thing that he knew how to defend himself, because who knew what kind of shit some of these crazies would start.
furiously, he sketched the the view he saw from the window. his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and he bit down on his lower lip out of habit. he took drawing a little too seriously, but he loved it. he knew he wasn't the best at it yet, but it would come to him. as he sketched, he reveled in the silence. god, it felt so good to be alone...
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Post by LEXI ROSE MCDANIELS on Dec 28, 2010 8:22:30 GMT
Cowboy boot clad feet clicked to the common room with a sense of ease, as Lexi walked at her own pace. All the younger kids were in class getting their "education," the thought of learning in this god forsaken place made her laugh. Slowly, she approached the double doors and reaching a tentative hand out, she pushed the left door open revealing a nearly empty common room. Lexi liked the common room a lot better when it wasn't over crowded with the younger patients who were usually loud and very immature. With small steps, Lexi walked farther into the room, her eyes scanning back and forth, taking in her surroundings. Finally her eyes met the back of a man's hand and immediately she wanted to turn and run.
Ever since she was a child, Lexi never felt safe in a room with a man, and soon that feeling was intensified by her father and then ex boyfriend. Thoughts began to plague her head, and she bit her bottom lip hard taking a deep breath trying desperately to push them far out of her mind. She turned, wanting to go back to her room but then she saw a guard at the door and knew that wasn't an option as it was the same guard that caught her in her room five minutes earlier Here, they weren't aloud to spend the whole day in their room if they wanted, they had a schedule that they had to follow, they had to socialize, part of recovery, and how she hated it.
Taking another deep breath, Lexi walked to the couch that was in front of the window facing the door, and the man that sat at the table. Walking past him, she took his large frame in, the sketch of the landscape, and the pencil that was held firmly in his large hand. Slowly, Lexi walked to the couch and smiled to herself glad to see that someone else liked to draw. Sinking into the couch, Lexi crossed her legs indian style and as she removed the small purse that was slung across her body the silver cigarette case and flask clanged against each other. Afraid to make eye contact with the man, she looked in her purse and pulled out her small sketch pad, and ink pen. She then pulled her hair over one shoulder and smiled as she settled into the couch. Her small hands trembled as she flipped for a blank page and she began to draw a bird trapped in a cage, which ironically resembled her feelings about being stuck in this place.
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Post by ETHAN BLAINE HUDSON on Dec 29, 2010 22:11:22 GMT
ethan did not trust himself to be alone with anyone. he never knew if they would do something that might set him off. whenever he became angry, he transformed into an entirely different person. he had no mercy, no compassion, no sense of right and wrong, and all he wanted to do was cause pain. he became so wrapped up in doing damage, that he often blanked out. he lost who he really was and became a monster. when he committed the incident that got him here, he remembered for weeks that he was so convinced that it wasn't him; that he couldn't have murdered his wife...
out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girl walk in. she was so bright. her long hair was hot pink for heaven's sake! some of these teens here were so wild and ethan often wondered why. maybe they just wanted attention. on the other hand, he just wanted to be left alone. he wanted to hide in the shadows and wait till he got better, wait till he wasn't sick anymore. he wanted to get out of this place and go...he didn't know where exactly. he could never go home. no one would ever see him as the good looking, popular, hardworking, nice ethan like they used to.
he felt her seated somewhere behind him and he grew uncomfortable. he finished his sketch and then closed his pad with a loud slam. he stood up, pushed in the chair, sighed loudly, and walked in her direction, intending to just walk past her and not give her the time of day, but when he saw what she was drawing, he stopped. "i feel like that too..." he commented, nodding towards her drawing.
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