forum Not Broken, Just Bent. (Hospital/Asylum Soulmate RP)

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"It sounds great!" Thorn said, "So you like Doctor who? Or was that just a phase."

Vaughn scoffed softly, stifling laughter by clearing his throat. “That’s what it seems like so far. And god, you know how I feel about that phrase. Daddy issues. Yeah, no shit.”

"My dad was a demon. I think the two of us are kings of daddy issues," Kaz joked. His smile slowly turned to a smirk, and he turned to look at Vaughn. "There are some other things I could call daddy, too," he said flirtatiously

"Her name's Marya. She may look sweet, but she's super tough. Jock of the family, really." He scrolled through his camera roll, selecting a picture of her standing next to him, dirty-blonde hair draped over her shoulder and smile lighting up her brown eyes.

“Ah, go to hell,” Vaughn murmured, rolling his eyes at the joke. A slight redness did make its way onto his cheeks, though. Stupid jokes embarrassing him.

"It sounds great!" Thorn said, "So you like Doctor who? Or was that just a phase."

"Was kinda just a phase, but I don't hate it now or anything," she replied with a shrug. "It's just there were so many terrible episodes. But the amazing episodes made it worth it, in my opinion."

"The only perk of being half demon is that the go to hell insult has no effect on me. And for the record, hell is lovely this time of year," Kaz chuckled, still grinning up at Vaughn as he spoke

Axel nodded, a rare smile tilting one corner of his lips upwards as the door of the room creaked open. A middle-aged man stepped inside, an overly cheery smile on his face as he waved to the entire group. Axel raised a brow, rolling his eyes faintly. "Looks like they brought in someone to make us feel better." He muttered sarcasticaly, shaking his head.

As if on cue, the man pulled a chair out and sat in the middle of the seats. "Welcome to Asheville Hospital's very own Support Group!" He exclaimed, the fakest smile imaginable forced onto his thin lips.

"Oh god, Axel, I'm going to fake falling asleep if he tries to make us feel better." Luka held onto Axel's wrist.

"The only perk of being half demon is that the go to hell insult has no effect on me. And for the record, hell is lovely this time of year," Kaz chuckled, still grinning up at Vaughn as he spoke

Vaughn scoffed sharply, shaking his head slowly. “You’re such an ass sometimes, you know that?” He asked, jabbing at Kaz’s side with his elbow.

Axel looked at the man with a bored expression, scoffing as he shot into a long story about how we-are-poor-souls-and-deserve-love. What. Crap. He shook his head and glanced towards the door, hoping that they would let him go.

"Here's the plan, I fall asleep, you take me out for a breath of fresh air, we make our escape, Marlo comes with us."

"I've got a great ass, too," Kaz snickered, wincing faintly as Vaughn happened to elbow a half-healed cut from his most recent bar fight. He ignored it, set on making sure that he didn't hint to any of the injuries Cas had refused to heal to try and teach him a lesson

Vaughn noticed who he assumed to be a therapist walk in, and he motioned for Kaz to be quiet. He glanced the man over warily, taking a notice of his tacky, fake smile. “God, now I want to kill myself. Look how fake,” he mumbled softly to Kaz, motioning to the man.

Kaz's playful expression dropped almost comically as the therapist walked in. "Alright, that's it, I'm gonna try and hang myself again," Kaz grumbled, burying his face in his hands with a groan of irritation

"Here's the plan, I fall asleep, you take me out for a breath of fresh air, we make our escape, Marlo comes with us."

"Can we just kill him and pretend that he was never here," Axel mumbled, shaking his head faintly as he watched the therapist attempt to talk to a few patients, but he was only met with blank stares.

Luka squeezed Axel's hand, "How would I date you if you're in prison?" He sat criss-cross in his seat and sighed as loud as he could.

“I don’t understand why they thought therapy was going to help,” Vaughn murmured lowly. As much as he wished his mental trauma could vanish with the snap of some therapists fingers, it was definitely not that easy.

"Therapy doesn't help. It doesn't. Does not," Kaz rambled on, his voice slightly muffled from his face still being in his hands. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes behind his glasses. "I have gone through like, 5 years of therapy, and it's all bullshit. I just go so they can tell me what pills to pop."

"Prison would be better than this place," Axel countered, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks at Luka's comment, but he covered it up with a bored expression as the therapist continued to prattle on. "Maybe if I threw my prosthetic at him he would pass out. Or die. Either one would be nice."

"I could fall asleep on him?" Luka suggested, "Or maybe if I pull the fire alarm? I have a personal therapist, y'know. The media portrays mentally ill people as if they hate therapists, but honestly it's more like, 'Yo, Joe, you'll never believe the kind of shit I went through today.' And hey, there's a bright side to everything. I wouldn't have met you if this group hadn't taken place?"
He bit his lip, staring at the ground. "Sorry if I'm talking too much, I know my opinion wasn't asked for."

"Therapy doesn't help. It doesn't. Does not," Kaz rambled on, his voice slightly muffled from his face still being in his hands. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes behind his glasses. "I have gone through like, 5 years of therapy, and it's all bullshit. I just go so they can tell me what pills to pop."

“I get what you mean,” Vaughn huffed, eyes narrowing at the man. “I just want to get this group thing over with. I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. Got my ass kicked for breaking some doctors nose. He should have known that I don’t like random touches, just freaks me out.”

"Hey, no, your opinion is appreciated here," Axel said gently, nudging Luka's shoulder to make him look up. "Therapists drive me insane. I mean, they all think I'm depressed, because I wear dark clothing and I don't smile every. Single. Minute. Bullshit if you ask me." He sighed, shaking his head faintly and cursing himself for saying that. Maybe he was depressed.