forum Mental Facility :/

Started May 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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‘What are they up to?’ Lonan wondered as he saw a random fellow looking through the other window at the other side of the room. ‘And what is he up to?’ glancing down at the man that was messing with the chest.

Vaughn’s eyes sharpened at the smile the stranger gave him. How fake, a voice that didn’t sound like his own whispered in his head. He hummed in agreement to it before shifting his gaze to the bandages, then down to his wrist. It was bleeding pretty good. And he wouldn’t be let out again if someone gave him bandages. So, he shook his head.

'They look like their having a nice time.' He thought, laying his head on his hands, 'I'll like to have a nice time, but I don't :('

Kaz frowned. Why wouldn't he take the bandages? The idiot was bleeding out all over the place and he knew the asylum workers didn't care enough to check on anyone anytime soon. Making a decision he opened the door, slipping inside and shutting it quietly

(still open?
Name: Karmen Strickland
Gender: male
Personality: shy and jumpy, slow to trust, anxiety overloaddd
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, cold green eyes, tall, pale, usually has a half-smile on his face
Reason for being here: extremelyyyy Bipolar
Background(optional):
Other(Anything else you can think of): just got here?? idk)

Vaughn stepped back when the stranger stepped in. His hands were closed into tight fists as he gave a hostile expression. “Get the hell away from me,” he snapped in a sharp tone.

Kaz raised his hands. "Hey, calm your ass down. I'm here to help you because none of the employees here will," he said. Still keeping his hands in the air he slowly undid the bandages wrapped around his wrists. They revealed a multitude of uniform scars and half-fresh cuts, and their were small scratch marks and bruises around the wounds

“I don’t need you’re help,” Vaughn growled, eyes not leaving the man out of caution. Broken man, Finley. End his suffering and bash his head against a wall till it’s split open and the wall is splattered with gore, the whispers tempted. “You even think about touching me and I’ll crack your goddamn head open,” he said, repeating what the whispers told him.

"Okay, not touching you. I am helping you though because by the time the staff makes their rounds in, oh," he said, looking down at his wrist as though he were checking a watch, "12 hours you'll have bled out four hours prior." He finished taking the bandages off, throwing them at Vaughn before sitting cross-legged on the ground a few feet in front of the door

Vaughn looked down at the bandages, which had landed by his feet. His nose scrunched up in slight disgust. The stranger had those around his injuries. He was sure as Hell not pressing those dirty bandages to his own wrists. Who knows what kind of diseases the man has. “Why are you still here?” He snapped.

"Because I'd rather not smell you dead for six hours. I'm in the room two doors down and your nasty ass would stink up the entire corridor," Kaz said matter-of-factly

Vaughn scoffed sharply at that. What a wise guy. Come on, Finley. Hit him. Just once, the whispers demanded. And he most likely would have if the stranger was in reach.

Kaz reached into his pocket, pulling a small bottle of painkillers out of it. He rolled them over to Vaughn, an unreadable expression on his face. "Take those too. It helps, trust me," he said. Kaz didn't take them for his cuts, he had gotten used to that sort of pain. They were more of a crutch than anything at this point, other than the fact that they helped when he hadn't slept and his body hurt, or that he could sometimes get a little high off them if he was lucky

Vaughn looked down at the pill bottle, hesitantly snatching it up. He screwed the cap off, dumping at least 5 into his palm. He didn’t bother to look at the dosage label, or even if what he was really taking was pain killers. If it would take some of the edge off of his mind, then he would have taken the whole goddamn bottle. He popped the pills into his mouth, swallowing them dry. He nudged the bottle back over before sitting on his bed.

Kaz didn't bother taking the bottle back. He stayed where he was, knowing that any sudden movements might set the man off. "You can keep the bottle if you want," he offered. He had three more where that came from, so it wasn't much of a loss

Sighing as the strange man did his thing with the other radon person, Lonan backed away from the window. Shaking his head, he walked back to his bed and sat down. Staring at the floor, he drifted off into his nothing box.

“I don’t want it,” Vaughn muttered in response, eyes still on the man warily. Why was this stranger trying to help him? The pills were probably poisonous.

Kaz didn't move to take it. He sat there, staring at Vaughn still. He wasn't aware that it was probably creepy, he was just trying to make sure Vaughn didn't die. He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly analyzing the other man. He's dangerous. Bet it would be fun to have him strangle the life out of you, his mind suggested, and he winced the tiniest bit. "What's your name?" he asked instead of listening to it

“Why should I tell you?” Vaughn hissed without a second thought. Had had never been able to get close enough to people to the point where they actually got to know each other. He forgot what this one therapist called it, but it was something about him being afraid of commitment and trust, or something like that.

"Because I'm bored and haven't decided whether or not it was worth giving you those pills yet," he answered simply

"What are you two doing?" Lonan was back by the window, staring down at the silent conversation, "I wish I could hear them." He muttered, touching the glass.

Vaughn scoffed sharply. “That is a shit answer,” he muttered. He may possibly give his first name, but never his second. If someone were to recognize his last name, they might point it back to the gruesome murders of a family. And that could be information used against him.

"What, do people not introduce themselves where you're from?" he asked, frowning a little as he propped his head up with one hand

Vaughn rolled his slate grey eyes, glancing down at his already short nails as he picked at them. “I don’t talk about personal information with strangers.”

Kaz sighed, getting up. "Whatever man. You're welcome for the pills," he said before turning his back to Vaughn, reaching up to take the earring out of his ear again so he could pick the door's lock