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Post by PAUL VINCENT TYLER on Oct 3, 2012 16:21:50 GMT -5
There was a window covered in long beige drapes that did nothing to accent this place and bars upon the pane to keep others out…or in, perhaps it depended on the occasion. Near the window there was a chair made of dark wood and it appeared out of place to the eyes of Paul Vincent Tyler. He stood in the frame of the door assessing this strange place as if it had leapt directly from the pages of a scary book. It was easy to imagine what things would be like in here but now that Ty had arrived he was starting to feel the lustre wear off. He wanted to be back at home, he wanted to see his old friends but most of all he wanted to feel the chilliness of beer sliding into his mouth and down his throat, burning as it went and taking with it all his memories.
The athletic structure of the man stood in the doorway for several minutes assessing this small room before taking even one step into it. There was a musty sort of smell that accompanied the games room…it was different than the metallic that seem to flow in the air everywhere else. There was a pool table in the middle of the room taking up a lot of space that could have been used much more wisely…not that anyone here really cared about that sort of thing. Their minds were probably distracted by the more urgent matters such as out of control patients and terrible cafeteria food.
His jean legs rubbed against one another as he walked around the area, his long sleeved blue shirt seemed almost neon in the bright overhead lights that blinded him from above. His shoes squeaked as he moved to the window and took a seat in the old dark wood chair that looked out past the bars along the pane. It was another reminder that he was not allowed to leave, ever again. This was now his forever home…and there was nothing he could do now to change that. Sadly he lifted his blue eyes to the scenery of the courtyard and attempted to get lost in his imagination.
Here it was very easy to imagine wind caressing his honeyed skin. He could easily picture himself bending down to inspect the leaves that lay upon the grass. In the distance there was water and the trees lined it with precision as if this was a feat imposed by the humans who created this asylum. Across the way birds took off from their perch and danced within the sky, putting their freedom in the wake of his thoughts and mocking him with liberty. This provoked a small frown to pull those dark rose lips downward while his eyes focused on the bird.
If only I could break away too… Ty thought rather absentmindedly, it was but a second before he turned his head back to the room. People were meandering in the hallways but otherwise he was alone in the games room. The walls taunted him with their pale beige hue; it was very much like hospital. One could easily imagine that many had died here and Ty closed his bright blue eyes against this thought. He ran a hand through his dark blonde locks and let loose a deep and frustrated sigh. Having only arrived a few days ago this was all very new to Paul however it was something he did not have a choice in getting used to. He supposed that with time he would come to terms with the fact that he was here…but then again maybe by that time he would be able to get the hell out of here and back into the real world where they carried plentiful amounts of alcohol.
Ty placed his gaze out the window again and focused only on the scenery.
wc; 500 and some
ooc; Tag Ty and Melissa <3
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Post by MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK on Oct 4, 2012 16:00:36 GMT -5
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Walking into the games room with an empty sandwich wrapper in her hands. She tossed it into the bin and wiped at her mouth, putting her hands in the pockets of her dungarees. She had been told that, because it was the weekend and she had behaved, that she could wear something other than a typical gown. Beneath the dungarees - one strap done up, the other left loose - sat a shaggy and faded black shirt. It was torn a little at one of the shoulders, and it seemed to fit her scruffy demeanor. Melissa's feet, hidden within socks, shuffled forward lazily. She didn't seem to be herself, and she wasn't. She seemed to be alone in the room except for one another person. A man. Tall, lean, well built. Her curiosity was piqued. Wandering over, Melissa let her eyes look over the and through the window that this stranger seemed to be so intent on staring through.
She was stood behind him for a moment, taking in the scenery for a long few moments. The time stuck in the air and seemed to blend into one long and uncountable second. But it passed, and she decided to talk. It wasn't going to be hard to get back to herself, and that was usually going to happen by getting a bit of socialising and chatter going. She sat on the window seat, her head leaning back to hit the glass very lightly. She smiled at the stranger, eyes sliding to stare at him for a long moment. "Hi." She began. "You okay? Starin' pretty hard." She shifted, looking out of the window again. "You been out there lately? Weather's nice." Small talk. A nice way to sink back into her talkative self.[/style] |
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Post by PAUL VINCENT TYLER on Oct 5, 2012 8:48:43 GMT -5
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Outside the winds rushed against the tree tops forcing the leaves to shiver and quake in the oncoming of chill breeze. Birds caressed the blue that rested in the sky their wings embracing the height that spanned between their small bodies and the solid earth beneath them. Ty could stare out this window all day if needed. It could pass the time he was forced to spend here; he could travel these corridors for the rest of his life. Inside of his chest there wasn't even an inkling of calm, in fact there was a torrent of emotion that splashed against the walls of his heart. The cracks and leaks allowed the ocean of thoughts to spill through and Ty was instantly forced into a memory.
He was fifteen years old, just turned a few weeks ago and his Mother had been clean for some time. She was cooking in the kitchen, silently grabbing things and putting them away in order to make sure that her husband did not overhear. Her silence was foreboding, predicting something that Ty also should had seen coming. It started with a gentle crack on the floorboard overhead, followed by the sound of two feet hitting the floor as his Father climbed from bed. Ty sat frozen with fear on the couch, unable to move…unable to think…unable to do anything at all.
His Mother danced in a rhythm reserved for the happy her bodice pulling upward to place bowls on the top shelf and then hunching to place something in the dishwasher.
Creak…Creak creak…
The stairs were being pressed under the weight of his Father’s feet and despite the intermediate amount of fear that slid up his back; Ty turned his head and watched the mass of this mighty beast turn toward him. Relation or not his Father was a scary man weighing at least 200 pounds and standing a staggering six feet and four inches; much taller than the fifteen year old frame of Ty and even more important much heavier than the one hundred pound body of his Mother.
“What the hell is all this damn racket? Can’t a man get a moment of peace around here?” This colossal man bellowed from the stairs, his voice could have easily been heard if it had only been a whisper. Ty felt the echo of his voice inside of his head, knowing very well what was coming but having not an idea what to do about it. This was his life after all; it had been for a very long time. No matter how much he drank when he was supposed to be at school, no matter how much he smoked to rid himself of the memories…he would always have to come back home to this.
“Someone answer me damnit!” He screamed while staggering on the last step of the stair case his dark, wrinkled hand grasping the railing to steady himself. Ty looked up unable to form anything inside of his dry mouth, his eyes projected a prediction of what was to come and his Father seemed to watch it as it displayed across those bright green orbs.
His vision was disrupted by the petite body of a female, her weight shifting onto the sill and her eyes planted upon him. For a simple moment Paul was forced to be thoughtful as she exposed herself to the reveries that lay inside his iris. He looked down and clasped his hands tightly together, so tight that the knuckles turned to pastel white. When he returned his bright blue eyes to her, he noticed that her gaze had never left. Ty planted a half-hearted smile on his lips as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, managing now to look up at her from his seat. When she spoke he chuckled and looked away to the expanse of green and blue in the fields outside.
“Hey…” He breathed the syllable outward and then attempted a smile.
“I’m fine. Just taking in the scenery.” Though he knew her care was placed in the right direction Ty wanted none of it. For if she were like every other that had come into his life then surely she would find a reason to leave or hate whom he had become. For about the millionth time since his arrival here he wished he had in his hand a beer in which could take the edge off both his conversation and his thoughts. The familiar feeling of buzz was wanted, so much so desired that he would be willing to do something dangerous and crazy for it.
Ty licked his lips and leaned back in his chair again, placing his arms behind his head and shaking the mess of blonde hair upon his head.
“I bet the weather is nice…not that I would really know. I haven’t been allowed outdoor privileges… apparently I don’t deserve them.” It didn’t take a genius to tell that this man had been soured as a child; that his life could have been fine and dandy had things only been a tad different. Ty managed to look up from under his thick row of black lashes and nodded his head as if agreeing with his own words.
wc; 879
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Post by MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK on Oct 7, 2012 14:47:06 GMT -5
[/style] [atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true][style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;] [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] | [atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Time went slowly when you were waiting for someone to respond to something you said. A hundred things could go through your head in the space of sixty seconds, and Melissa was just the sort of person to over think and get two hundred thoughts rushing around her skull. She wondered if he wanted her to leave, or if he wanted her to say something else. Those two thoughts seemed to be the most prominent, and were the only ones she could remember when she was spoken to. She supposed that therapy of hers hadn't done much for improving her memory. Or his voice had just wiped her thoughts away in one swift movement. She had been about to ask him something, perhaps to see if he had actually heard her or not when he returned her greeting. Her mouth closed, having hung open in that moment. She smiled instead, happy to have some company after a long week. Her hands slid down to rest in her lap, though her eyes flickered from him to the land outside. The grass was beginning to show blotches of yellow from the dry weather they were having lately.
"Are you sure? I've never seen someone look so angry at a window before." She smiled, nothing but teasing jest lacing her voice. The smile didn't leave her face, and only brightened as the stranger she had greeted attempted to smile back. It didn't seem to have much heart in it, and she could understand that. He must have experienced something really bad. She watched him for a few moments, the cool glass against her back contrasting with the heat of the sun slipping through it.
The stranger moved, and Melissa brought her legs up to the window seat, crossing them Lotus-style. He seemed nice enough, and she continued to smile. She was feeling more like herself already! "That's a shame.. I'm sure you could come out with me if you wanted. I've got a couple more times out before I have to.. Well, before I have to behave well enough to get another chance out there." Melissa smiled uneasily. She wasn't proud of what she had to do for the outdoor time, the medicine she had to take or the people she had to.. Converse with. Melissa's smile wavered, but remained on her face all the same.[/style] |
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