Sara :33
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Thread Topic: Sara :33
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coloring xD
hbu?
"Oh, I understand. Swimming wasn't the easiest thing for me, either. But, doggie paddle, you say? That must'nt have been too horrible. Was anyone around to see you do that?" He, himself, was fairly athletic and enjoyed many sports and activities outside. Usually, he took to football and lacrosse as they were good ways of getting out some of his built-up emotions. Lacrosse had only lasted a year because of one of his larger manic episodes in which he would sleep through his upset and miss practice. Football would have lasted but he hadn't preferred it at the time. Austin had hardly new trouble picking up a new skill and so that's the reason he was so fine with athletics. His stronger suits were located in mathematics and science. He had always been good at formulas and equations. Being capable of solving some college level problems, he was what most considered to be gifted in those subjects. -
Vincent shrugged, "Mainly children. Still very uncomfortable. Since the lifeguards and my foster parents at the time saw it." He shivered a little at the thought. Vincent yawned, silently wishing that someone had adopted him rather than jumping from house to house. It was tiring, stressful and full of anxiety. 'On the bright side, it's only a year until I can live by myself. I won't need a foster family.' He thought to himself. "I will be out of the system in a year, I can't wait." He admitted to Austin, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement for that year to come. With that excitement came the light tapping of his food on the ground.
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listening to music
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Noice :)
"Oh, that stinks." He absorbed the second part of what Vincent said, nodding. "That's great. At least you won't have to go through different families anymore." He held his breath for just a moment. "I'm scared for when I turn eighteen, because if my mom and brother decide to keep me here, I go to the adult ward, and that's terrifying. They are much worse over there." He then regretted his choice of words. They were both pessimistic and had a very good chance of scaring the other. He apologized for what he had said, allowing for his head to drift to the side so he wouldn't have to keep eye contact. "I think I'm gonna head back. Or, like, I was gonna go to the game room or something. Have you been there?" -
yasss :D
"No, I haven't actually.." He pursed his lips, tilting his head. Shaking a little, he smiled. Vincent's anxiety had come back, 'Great.' He thought to himself. He itched the side of his head, trying to ignore his own shaking and breathing. His fingers continued the tap his thighs at the idea of going back to his room. He didn't like being considered a danger to himself, he hated it. What had he done to deserve a dim padded room? All he had was a pillow in that room, and it often made him want to scream.. -
yessiree
and sorry i thought i responded
"Would you want to?" The game room was Austin's most preferred place to hang out next to the cafe. It was relaxing and allowed for anyone to calm down and take a chill pill. With two pools tables, an air hockey table, ping pong table, a game system, and a plethora of board games, there was something for everybody to enjoy. The teen believed that Vincent would take a liking to the area as they were never many people there, if any. There would be little to nothing to be afraid of, and he assumed that that would be an ideal situation for the other. His mind swam in a flood of anticipation, preparing for both the positive and negative answers that could come to the plate. -
boobah
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sowwy haven't been on
"I guess." The teenager stated. It was much, much better than returning to the dreaded room he had inhabited for a week and counting. He closed his eyes for a moment, in a desperate attempt to relax himself. 'I'll start to take my medication.' He mentally told himself, 'It'll keep me from being so anxious in such silly situations. It might help.' Although the last thing Vincent wanted to be was drugged up, he hoped that it would help. Now, he was desperate to find a cure for his illness, all anxiety aside. -
nah is good
"Lovely! Whenever you want to, just say the word." He grinned pleasantly, elated that he would be able to spend more time with his new friend. Even the idea was enough to make him jittery. The only problem with him was that he always had the want, well, need for narcotics or anything that could give him a euphoric feeling. Floating or numb sensations were always his favorite as it was as though nothing could bother him again and all of his negativity would vanish within mere seconds. It made him enjoy life more when he could get his hands on them, and lately. he had been planning on how. -
Vincent nodded, grinning. "Whatever time works for you." He answered, shrugging. "I have nothing but time it seems." He commented, some passive aggression filling his tone. Vincent didn't like being in this hospital- this jail for the crazy people. Now, Vincent had heard about asylums, and he was convinced completely that these people were out to hurt him. The calm, happy Vincent began to fade as his body began to shake more. "I'm delusional.." He murmured to himself, grumpily. Vincent didn't bother to care if Austin had heard his muttering, Vincent, somehow, trusted Austin. His green eyes looked up to the other male, a small smile playing on his lips.
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Hi babeh
"Hey, why don't we head over there, then? Maybe we can find something to do, yeah?" He did his absolute best to shove the intrusive thoughts of hallucinogens and sweet, sweet pain killers. They were now something that was going to eat at him until he got what his body was craving. He silently cursed at himself for allowing his body and self to beocme so dependent on something so disgusting. He was aware that most people would declare that as a despicable act all on it's own, but that did little to cease his actions. He examined the smaller male across from him once again. "What kind of games do you like, anyway?" -
yes I timed coming on right
well kinda
Vincent nodded, and then shrugged. He thought about the question for a moment, sipping on his drink. Blinking a few times, his stalled answer came out in a few awkward sputters. "Er-..um" He stuttered, "Eh..anything I guess." Vincent blushed, fluttering his eyelashes in nervousness. Vincent wasn't the best in social situations, and especially was scared of questions while feeling large amounts of anxiety. Vincent was bad in school for that reason. Whenever he got asked a question, he would sputter, blush and panic. Causing him to usually end up in the nurse's office at the end of every day. -
yes you did :D
"Awe. That's good. Then there's definitely plenty for you to do!" The tone of excitement in his voice rung out in a pleasant symphony. He stood with a subtle bounce to his feet, even if he may have held a layer of depression underneath of the lovely facade he was putting on. The teenager glanced all around him gleefully, a faint grin painting his features with happiness. The game room was always an enjoyable thing, allowing patients to recall what it was like to be normal. -
my life doesn't make sense i'm scared of spiders but want a tarantula
Vincent stood as well, shoving his hands into his plain white pants the hospital had given to him. It slightly bothered the male that everything was so sanitary and bright white, as if it was a regular hospital for physical injuries. The least they could do would be to make the place an enjoyable stay, after all. But instead, it became more of a jail than a place to get better for Vincent. A place where he was trapped, not a comforting hospital that was supposed to fix him and make him all better. "Yeah." Vincent told him, softly. He forced a small grin, lost in his thoughts. -
they are cool
"Fantastic. You can take your drink, that's allowed." He felt a sudden buzz in the back of his head, the same exact one that he felt when he was transitioning into a mood swing. The only problem with this was that he was totally unsure of what emotion he would be switching to. Anger was usually the very first one that he was moved into, and that was always the most dangerous. Depression was the next to best, creeping up on him when he least expected it. Other emotions that took over suddenly could include happiness, sexual vibes, or even a murderous undertone. He was a bomb waiting to explode and that's what was so terrible about his disorder.
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