forum "Diagnosis: Anxiety, Depression, and Mental Illness." Smol Group 5/5 CLOSED RP

Started July 26, 2019 by @saor_illust school

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"Hey any nurses out here! There's something going on in the musical thearpy room!" Tomas called out, hoping some nurses came.

A short, female nurse with "Lily" on her name tag came running down. "What- oh, I see. Come on, Tomas. Let's go back to music therapy… and don't you dare throw anything at us" she added. She hadn't been down in a while, but she had heard of similar hot-headed patients throw instruments at the other nurses before.
Lily's mention of going back to music therapy threw Gracie into a blind rage. She ran out ahead of Tomas and did her best to crack one of the metal flutes on Lily's head. "That's for suggesting we go back to music therapy!" Gracie cried.

"No throwing from me." Tomas's sickly sweet voice was bacl, which usually meant he was about to do something bad.

Lily pushed Gracie aside. "Oh really?" she asked questioningly, putting her hands on her hips.

"Hey Lily, your name is Lily right? Alright, heres what I want you to do, I want you to give us your keys, preferably to the cafeteria, I want to find the knives."

"Yes, I'm Lily," Lily replied. She handed over what keys she did have access too, which wasn't very many. She only had access to the staff rooms and bathroom, the cafeteria, and the patient file cabinets. At the mention of knives, Gracie shot Tomas a look that said knives? are you serious? you really are crazy, aren't you… though she knew she wasn't one to judge, since she was the one who couldn't judge depth very well and missing an eye.

Tomas noticed the look. "I crave destruction. I'm also pumped with a lot of drugs." He replied with an enthusiastic nod as he took the cards. "Thanks Lilly."

Lily nodded. "Of course."
Gracie picks up the metal flute again, and smashes it against the wall, to no avail, but at least she made a dent.

Luna had been brought a while ago and was watching what went down. She looked at them in shock. She wasn't crazy like the rest of them, or at least she didn't think she was.

"Ugh, what are they animals?" Felicity said in disgust next to her.

One of the perks of seeing the dead was that she was never truly alone. Well sometimes it was a downside, but not right now it wasn't. She chuckled at Felicity, and turned back to her instrument and kept playing it. Quietly though, so none of the others would notice her.

"Heyo there! Don't know your name, but hi. I'm Tomas. I am a chaotic bastard, well that's what the nurses said. You seem somewhat sane so you should probably stop this before it gets out of hand." Tomas had bounded over to her, nodding, then going back to the wall and smashing another drum.

Gracie heard Felicity. "Do you know how much anger I have?" she said slowly, but in a threatening way.

Oh, great…well..um…how am I going to do that? I think to myself. Ugh, it's time for that loud..outside voice thing Felicity has been helping me with.

"Hey!!! Guys, you need to stop before it gets out of hand!!!! " I shout over the noise in an impressively, in my opinion, loud voice laced with authority, as my face has a look of annoyance.

Wow, where did that voice come from? I think to myself.

"Me!! I gave you some help there!!" Felicity states next to me.

Thanks, Felicity, I think to myself.

"No problem!!" she answers with a sweet smile.

"And how? How can you see her?" I state with confusion.

Gracie comes lashing back at Luna, furious. "I have so much anger, you can't even begin to imagine it," she starts out. "How do you think I lost my eye? A harmless prank, they called it. Then the nurses. They think that music therapy is fun and helpful. You probably like it, I don't know how though."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. I mean….settle down everyone!!! If you don't want to, I'll happily go back to what I'm doing, and you can continue with…what you were all doing." I state in a calm voice.

Maddie was sat beside Luna, only a few chairs being in the room. Her face was straight, no expression on it. Her mind was somewhere else as she held a tambourine in her hands, her eyes catching the light of the rising sun in the big windows on the side of the otherwise vacant room.

Gracie snorts in amusement. "Ha," she says sarcastically. Gracie had been so ramped up with anger today, she was practically radiating an aura of fury.

Then Luna calmly went back to trying to play her flute, as if nothing had happened.

Gracie looked at Luna with jealousy. At least she's able to play the flute, she thought. Gracie didn't play anymore. Partly because it was so hard putting it together. But partly because she was sent to this insane place. Then she turned to the nurses station, with hatred in clear in her eyes, clear as day. Anyone could tell she had a deep-seated emotional trouble. This was the cause of her anger. Suddenly, she had a moment of clarity. She wouldn't have gotten mad if Tomas hadn't initiated it. Then in a flash, just as suddenly as it came that moment was gone. The anger came flooding back and she wanted nothing more but revenge.

And for some reason, Tomas was out of the room, the door open wide and a cheeky little note written on the wall. It was just a smiley face.

Gracie snatched the note off the wall and crumpled it up into a little ball. Where were the nurses? she wondered.