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Hurray!
Dec 4, 2009 22:15:53 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Dec 4, 2009 22:15:53 GMT -5
Bleed these colors open wide Burning blues from butterflies Flying faster through the night Until the orange of morning light I know it's hard to make this work When you're all alone
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[/blockquote][/color][/size]_________________________[/center] It was such a fun day to play with the minds of the wounded and the hungry. Tobias walked between rows of crisp white beds. The linen smelled sweet and clean, each one folded to perfection by one of the OCD patients. It was quite nice actually to see that for once the infirmary was clean. Tobi looked around at the scattered forms of patients. There was one boy, Darcy the Irishman, moaning on a bed in a tented off sector. Another man, he wasn't sure the name, was laying in a full body cast. He had been almost killed by a Burn gang member. Poor bastard had had to have skin from a corpse transplanted onto his body so he could have even a chance at surviving. The young man glanced around the room again, this time letting his gaze drift over to a female form. She was lying face down on a bed. Her back was rigid with pain. There were marks of butchery along her back from where one of the Rage members had practically cut out part of her spine. She was paralyzed, and she barely survived. As of that moment, she was on a full respirator. Tobias chuckled as he sat down behind the infirmary director's desk. He had been volunteering once in a while. It got him close to some men and women that he had an eye on. For sex and murder, of course. "Tobi, will you grab those bottles on the desk and bring them to me? I have to work on disinfecting Rodger over here." came the voice of one of the many sane nurses in the infirmary. Tobias gave her a look that could have killed. He stood and grabbed the tray which carried the bottles and stormed over to her. How he hated women. They were bitches, all of them. "Of course, Nurse Diane. I'll be there in a moment." he said calmly. Despite his loathing for women, he could calm himself long enough to put up his kindly facade. He walked over to her and set the large tray on the small table beside her. Diane smiled and picked up a bottle. She poured it onto a clean rag before pealing back a piece of gauze. She began to pat down the man's body with alcohol. Tobias couldn't help but smirk at the wretched screams pouring out of his mouth. The poor bastard had no escape. It was almost exciting for the Burn. In fact, it was rather giving him a nasty hard on. "Thanks a bunch, Tobi." Diane said with a kindly smile. Tobias nodded in simple return. He was now horny as a son-of-a-bitch. He'd find a corner, however, and take care of his needs. He walked towards a supply closet, keeping an eye on his back with each step. Each step made him uncomfortable. Those screams were just far too tempting for his body to ignore...
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Post by palazzo on Dec 9, 2009 1:14:52 GMT -5
“Sick bastard.” Charlie was tired of the whole thing, straightening out the wrinkles in the bed he had occupied just hours ago. Nurses said he had suffered another heartattack while he slept. He had promptly informed them that he knew, and if they had bothered to listen for his cries of mercy and shouts of pain, they might have had such knowledge much sooner. Before he passed out, at least.
And here he was, practically naked with his only company as some sort of stoic girl, a screaming man (annoying, that guy was) and some kid that was walking strangely past him. Almost like..
Oh dear god. Oh dear god, no. Not that. Charlie resisted the urge to vomit all over the clean sheets of his ‘bed’(if one could call it that; thing was as comfortable as the streets) at the images his overactive imagination force-fed him. It was almost too much to bear, and he had to look away for risk loosing his sanity. And lunch.
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Hurray!
Dec 10, 2009 11:10:01 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Dec 10, 2009 11:10:01 GMT -5
Bleed these colors open wide Burning blues from butterflies Flying faster through the night Until the orange of morning light I know it's hard to make this work When you're all alone
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[/blockquote][/color][/size]_________________________[/center] Each scream from the man in the bed made his smile grow. By the time he reached the door he had to physically stop himself from running at the nurse and attacking her. He didn't feel like going into solitary again, however. Because of his Burn status, he was forced to being solitary. Though one time he'd had a time in solitary with a Downer. Now that had been a fun day. The boy heard one of the patients making noises. He turned around to make sure that he wasn't dieing. When he caught a glimpse of his reaction, his eyes widened. Instantly his brow knit together in growing anger. He glared at the man and flipped him the bird. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Never see a guy going to get soap before?" he growled. Of course he'd never had admitted openly to running off to a corner to relieve himself. But the room was for storage. Getting soap for the infirmary was something that would appear somewhat normal. "Sick bastard..." he spat before he turned back around and reached again for the door handle.[/font]
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Hurray!
Dec 10, 2009 19:30:09 GMT -5
Post by palazzo on Dec 10, 2009 19:30:09 GMT -5
"I didn't think monkeys like you knew how to bathe." Charlie spat out before his rational mind could inform him of what exactly he was doing. He was a newbie; he had no chance against someone who got woodies off of the very thought of screams and torture! Even so, Charlie continued with his verbal battery. "Besides, judging from your pants, soap is the last thing on your mind, isn't it, Mr. Lector?" Charlie, his mind informed him, you should stop. "God, I'd bet money you just wanna rip that little nurse over there to shreds, don't you?" Charlie.. "Faggots like you make me sick." CHARLIE! It was too late; Charles Morrison Jones was watching for a reaction with a smug grin on his face, still half-naked.
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Hurray!
Dec 11, 2009 9:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Dec 11, 2009 9:17:13 GMT -5
Bleed these colors open wide Burning blues from butterflies Flying faster through the night Until the orange of morning light I know it's hard to make this work When you're all alone
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[/blockquote][/color][/size]_________________________[/center] Tobias's hand froze on the handle and his body visibly tensed. His dark eyes narrowed to slits as he slowly turned around to face the man. A low, absolutely vicious noise bubbled up from his throat. But, a smile was on his face, clear as day. "Yes, I do." he replied simply. That smile turned in to a mask of rage as Tobi ran at him. He jumped into the air, elbow pointed so that when he slammed into 'Charlie' he would leave a nice, big bruise. The nurse yelped when she caught the scene from the corner of her eye. She accidentally dropped the bottle of anesthetic, which caused the man she had been working on to scream in complete agony. "I'll kill you!" the boy screamed. Tobi pulled a small shard of glass from his pocket. The pointed tip bared itself down at the man. The nurse ran over to Tobias and grabbed his arm. Tobi looked over his shoulder at her, noticing the needle of sedative in her hand. Tobi spun and slit her wrist with his large shard of glass. Blood spurted and the woman screamed. The needle hit the floor and shattered, sending the sweet scent of the sedative into the air. Mocking didn't bother him at all. Being called a faggot did.[/font]
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Hurray!
Dec 12, 2009 0:51:31 GMT -5
Post by palazzo on Dec 12, 2009 0:51:31 GMT -5
He had been ten when he had last broke out into a dead run. A pitbull had been chasing him, foam in it's mouth and the tattered remains of his Superman lunchbox bleeding it's gums red. At this point, Charlie couldn't see the difference between the rabid dog and the enraged man standing before him. Once his body hit the floor with a thud, the air knocked out of him, Charlie was running before he knew what had happened, his lungs heaving for air that wouldn't come as his body propelled him forward. He needed to get out of there, and quick. What was it that the british boy had told him, that he ought to have watched his mouth more often? Yeah, that it was it. then the kid had broke out into song and the conversation had been over. Suddenly, Charlie realized something: He was going to die in here.
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Hurray!
Dec 13, 2009 19:59:40 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Dec 13, 2009 19:59:40 GMT -5
Bleed these colors open wide Burning blues from butterflies Flying faster through the night Until the orange of morning light I know it's hard to make this work When you're all alone
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[/blockquote][/color][/size]_________________________[/center] "Get back here you mother fucking insect!" Tobi yelled as he ran after him. He held the shard of glass still in his hand, hard enough that blood dripped down his palm. He growled and began to speed up his pace. For being such a skinny boy he could sure as hell run pretty damn fast. The man picked up a bed pan and threw it at him with all his might. "You son of a bitch, I swear I'll rip your head off of your shoulders and fuck it till your tongue gets ripped apart!" he shrieked. The boy spat and hefted the shard of glass at him, aiming at the back of his neck.[/font]
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Hurray!
Dec 13, 2009 23:07:00 GMT -5
Post by palazzo on Dec 13, 2009 23:07:00 GMT -5
"I'd rather not, if it's not a bother to you-arhh!" He fell over rather roughly, the glass imbedding itself in his back with a sudden burst of pain, Charlie looking for the closest weapon with darting eyes, his blood starting to drip against the floor. A syringe popped into view and he reached for it, breath coming out in sharp little gasps.
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Hurray!
Dec 14, 2009 9:10:59 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Dec 14, 2009 9:10:59 GMT -5
Tobi was still running at him, rage making his dark eyes glimmer. He let out a cry of absolute fury and pulled a little piece of metal from his pocket. The staff at Holcommer should have been watching for things like this. Far too many weapons were being carried around by the patients. Was it that they wanted them to kill each other, or that they just didn't give a shit? One look at fallen form made him smile. Happy, very happy, once again. He walked over to him, the predator watching its weakened prey. He bent down beside him, smile full again on his lips. "Now... Take it all back, or I'll kill you. Stupid mother fucking piece of trash." the boy hissed between his grit teeth. He looked almost Cheshire-cat-like. His smile was too big, the look of pure insanity too great.
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Hurray!
Dec 14, 2009 23:57:16 GMT -5
Post by palazzo on Dec 14, 2009 23:57:16 GMT -5
Charlie looked up at Tobi with fear in his eyes, still breathing heavily, wondering where the fuck the nurses were at. Goddamn, his blood was staining the floor red, and there was nothing he could do about it. For now, at least. At this moment, he could only cough a bit as the syringe slipped into his grasp. "I.. I.." He plunged the needle into the man's arm, pushing him away with all the adrenaline-powered strength that he had. "I'd rather not, you faggot![/b]
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Hurray!
Feb 9, 2010 20:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Tera on Feb 9, 2010 20:15:51 GMT -5
Tobias grinned for one last second. Then the pain and the tingling shock from the needle's plunge set in. His eyes widened and he glanced down at his arm. His jaw hung open wide for a moment as he scanned the needle. He realized what it had had in it, and was instantly glad that it hadn't been injected. Sedative, and a powerful one at that. "Shit!" he snarled as he stumbled away. He fell onto his backside and slowly came to realize that some liquid did in fact reach his system. Not enough for a knock out, but certainly enough to make his legs feel like the wiggly green jello the nurses served the patients. "You piece of mother fucking shit!" he shrieked. He struggled to his feet and brought his leg up for a nice downward kick. Out of the blue there was a blur of motion, and little Tobi went flying. A nurse hadn't come to save the day, but another crazy. The Irishman, Darcy, stood over Charlie and Tobi's now empty spot. The look of real, wild insanity stared at the other male. He gave Charlie a strange look over, as if he were imagining something less than savory about him. "...y-you need to be careful...around monsters like him...they like...they like to rip people apart when they get the chance..." he whispered softly, as if he were afraid of Tobias hearing that he knew he was a monster. As quite a few knew, mister Darcy was truly in need of a mental hospital. He saw people as monstrous creatures, not as other like himself. Though he didn't think he was human either. What wasn't so known about him was that he was only lucid if he had someone controlling his every movement. This was a rare moment of lucidity where someone wasn't acting as his "master". Darcy's body was bruised and bloody, his arm actually broken out of its socket. He didn't seem to care, however. He didn't have his straight jacket on. It was a happy day. "...he's getting up..." he warned Charlie as he glanced at the now fully pissed of Tobias. Tobi let out a gargling and almost growling noise. Within seconds he'd launched himself at Darcy. The reedy young man stepped backwards. Tobi's eyes widened as he flew past and crashed into a side table.[/font]
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Hurray!
Mar 9, 2010 22:40:47 GMT -5
Post by palazzo on Mar 9, 2010 22:40:47 GMT -5
"Come with me." Charlie took charge before a nurse had even a moment to step in. He knew Darcy. He knew that Darcy was nothing but a pit-bull puppy (like the kind he used to raise back then, he mused faintly), needing someone to keep him safe and sane, someone to put a leash on him and guide him ever so skillfully. He needed a master, and Charlie needed to hone his skills. "The monster won't be able to get us, trust me." He began to walk -limp, rather- away, not daring to glance back at the chaos behind him.
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