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Post by EMELIA ROSE RAYNE on Sept 25, 2012 12:33:58 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Emelia entered the bathroom swiftly and quietly. This was the first time she had left her sisters side since they had both arrived at the asylum. Em had decided it would be too foolish to ask her sister to join her in the bathroom, so she reluctantly went on her own.
Once Emelia was in the bathroom she examined the stalls for about five minutes. Deciding which one was sanitary enough to sit on. Eventually she came to the conclusion that the middle stall was cleanest, and entered it. She slid the lock into place and sat down without removing her pants. She had just needed a breather. It was over whelming being treated like a child.
Em brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them. this is all just a dream she incoherently whispered to herself multiple times. As she sighed someone entered the bathroom, this triggered Emelia to freeze in her knee to chest position. She even barely breathed she was so freaked out by who ever had walked in. She bit her cheek trying to block the feelings of anxiety away with pain. She didn't want "Rage" her sisters violent side to come out, and every time Emelia had an anxiety attack(whether the person does something wrong or not) Emaleah attacks them.
Emelia didn't really like the side of Ema that was violent, but that was only because it would only come out when Emelia was in an anxiety attack and couldn't do anything to stop her. It was just impossible for her, she went numb, it was like she would leave her body until she felt secure again, which could take hours.
She flinched when the stall next to her creaked and slammed shut. Emelia shut her eyes and started to count backwards from a hundred trying to calm her self down. She also started taking deeper and deeper breathes with each stinging moment. When she wasn't next to Emaleah everything terrified her.
Emelia started to contemplate screaming for her sister, but she didnt want whatever poor person that was next to her to get injured. Em bit her tongue trying to restrain the words that would beckon her sister. |
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Post by CALYPSO ROMANI LANVIA on Sept 25, 2012 22:21:44 GMT -5
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help me, help me
i'm no good at goodbyes
So, this was the bathroom, eh? Calypso found it to be an absolutely pathetic attempt. The least anyone could've done was keep the place sanitary. It was a hospital, wasn't it? Right now it looked like it would just serve to give everyone else diseases they didn't already have. The redhead scowled, then wandered over to the defiled mirror. A charming little message had been carved. It seemed rather fitting for the creepy place. She touched one of the letters, then headed into one of the stalls and slammed the door shut. What fresh hell is this? she thought, hearing something from the stall next to her. It sounded like deep breathing. "Hello? Someone there?" she asked, listening for a reply.
Calypso walked back out from the stall and observed the next closed door, the deep breaths still present. "Do you need laxatives?" she asked, leaning towards the door slightly to catch any possible words. "That was a stupid question. Don't be stupid. Being stupid is how you wound up here. It was all your fault, Calypso. All your fault." a voice whispered in her head, making her freeze. "I know you're there!" she called out louder, voice strained slightly. No one's there. It's just you. You, you, you," the voice taunted. Shaking her head, the young woman knocked on the door, frantic for evidence that it wasn't all in your head. "Say something! she practically yelled, anger bubbling up at their refusal to acknowledge her presence.
she met a shark
under water, fell and no one caught her
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Post by EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE on Sept 25, 2012 22:57:54 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]It was several moments before Emaleah noticed her sister's disappearance. She was so used to her being by her side that she didn't even question it anymore. She just knew she would be there. It wasn't until she went to ask her a question, probably what card game she wanted to play next or something of the sort, that she realized she wasn't there. Fear gripped her, running like ice through her veins. Mom's death was my fault. I'll lose it if anything happens to Emie. She thought, jumping to her feet and running from the room. She could think of only one place Emelia would have gone on her own. The bathroom.
The nineteen-year-old moved faster than an Olympic sprinter. Within seconds she was opening the lavatory door, her blue eyes wide with fear for her little sister. Emeli... When she saw a strange girl stand against a closed stall she knew exactly what was going on. For whatever reason this girl must have been trying to speak to Emie, who, of course, wouldn't respond. This was going to be an interesting stay. Suddenly, she realized how many people her innocent little sister could anger or annoy in this place full of crazies.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through her, protective instincts roaring like caged beasts. Her brain shut down, everything went black. She could feel Rage taking control of the body they shared. She didn't mind sharing her body with Rage, whom her sister named and identified. Rage was quiet and never said anything to her. She didn't even try to take control. Unless, of course, Emie was in danger or threatened. Then Rage broke loose of her cage, overpowering Leah. Lia Rose! If you're okay knock on the stall! You! Lia Rose was the name Rage used when adressing Emelia, whose middle name was Rose. As Emaleah's body screamed out that last word it also pointed angrily at the stranger. "Move away from that stall!" .
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Post by EMELIA ROSE RAYNE on Sept 25, 2012 23:33:12 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy] Emelia's breathing stopped completely when she heard a females voice. Fear coursed through her veins, what if she wasn't supposed to be there without supervision? And it was nurse here to throw her into the isolation room? Emie started to shake. She didn't like the thought of that room. She had over heard some other patients chatting about it, and not in a nice way.
She stared at the bottom of the stall she was in, she could see the girls shadow as she exited her stall and came to Emelias. Emelia lifted her head and caught a couple glimpses of the girl before burying her head between her knees again. She winced as the girl made a ridiculous remark. Now she was not only scared but felt pretty insulted.
Then the womans voice grew more irritated. This made Emelia flinch multiple times. It was like her words were small daggers stabbing into her. Her mind started to go black her thinkig process started to slow. She was about to go into a spasm.
Then she heard Ema's voice and her head shot up, but her vision was already fading, and blurred. She could barely make out any of her words except knock on the stall. So she made a feeble attempt too and ended up with two taps on the toilet paper holder. Her head fell back down. She was barely conscious now. |
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Post by CALYPSO ROMANI LANVIA on Oct 7, 2012 5:58:04 GMT -5
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help me, help me
i'm no good at goodbyes
Calypso's gaze snapped to the door when the other girl walked in. She was angry, bristling even, and said something to the girl in the stall. Well, at least she knew they were real now. Her clenched fist reluctantly dropped to her side and she took a step back, her gaze only turning back to the stall when a tapping noise came from within, as if someone was knocking on the toilet paper holder.
It didn't matter if she was being rude or uncaring, she was going to do what she wanted. "Who are you and who is in that damned stall?" she demanded, pointing at the stall. Someone important, someone the other girl obviously knew. Who, then? Friend, sister, maybe a lover? Calypso's gaze flicked from the stall to the new girl once more, narrowing slightly as they did so. How did she know that the stall-girl was in here? Was she told before hand? Did she follow her? The redhead cracked her knuckles together in thought, not intending to make it menacing in any way like it was normally perceived in public.
Calypso wasn't fond of the tone the invader used. She was loud, too loud for the tiny bathroom. Her authority was questionable. Everything was questionable. The redhead grit her teeth, trying to keep her thoughts on track as they suddenly started to stray. No no, not philosophical time. Focus on them, she reminded herself sharply. "But why? Why are they so important? They're only in your head, after all," the voice reasoned inside her head snidely. No, that wasn't true. It couldn't be true.
Could it?
she met a shark
under water, fell and no one caught her
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Post by EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE on Oct 11, 2012 17:19:07 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Rage. Her sister had named this part of Emaleah very well. She was angry that anyone would dare even stand near her little sister. She trusted no one and every little thing someone did was seen as a threat. Paranoid was an understatement. That was when Leah heard it. The feeble knock from within the locked stall. Crap. Emie was probably passing out again. She had to get to her and fast. It's alright, Lia Rose. You're alright. Just hang in there. Her tone was still filled with authority, her hands balled up in fists. Somehow though her voice was more gentle when she spoke to Lia Rose. Which wasn't much of a difference really because there was only one thing Rage knew; rage. She almost always sounded angry.
As the stranger spoke Emaleah's eyes shot in her direction, suddenly glued to her. Rage smiled at her, a smile that seemed to say that she really didn't want to be mean but wasn't afraid to go there if necessary. Look, it's none of your business. Besides, you're in an asylum. If you don't know the people you're dealing with I would suggest you get the hell out of the way. Like I said this is none of your business. Rage was starting to think that this woman wasn't a threat to Emie at all. But she couldn't be sure. Rage wasn't about to relax until she had a visual on Emelia and could tell she was okay. Especially if she really was fainting or close to it. Lia Rose, you best still be with me. Let me know you're okay.
Even as she waited for a response from her sister Rage never took her eyes off of the stranger. I thought I told you to get the hell away from that stall. If she passes out and hits her head or something I will be coming after you.
ooc: sorry that totally sucked guys. =[
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