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

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I'm sorry," she replied mutely. "Parents can suck sometimes. Do they ever visit you?"

Thorn shook her head, "Once every year for my birthday. It's my brother that visits me the most."

"At least you've got him," Lana blurted without thinking. "Sorry. Ignore me, I'm being insensitive again. What's he like? Your brother, I mean."

Thorn frowned, "He's really nice and caring. He has some resentment towards our parents for placing me here. What about you?"

"I had a brother," Lana explained with a wince. "He ran away a few years back. I guess he joined the army or something. Haven't seen him since."

Thorn looked at her sadly, "Oh. What about your parents?"

"My dad passed away when I was really young. Don't really remember him." She tapped her pencil on the side of her sketchbook, gazing at Thorn's face for a long moment. "My mom's…" Images of her mom's face, beaten bloody. The sound of her mom's slurred voice. The yelling. The pain. "My mom's an alcoholic."

"Oh," Thorn said softly, "I'm sorry. Do you have any other family?"

"That's a secret not worth telling." Luka nodded, feeling a bit queasy to the fact that he'd have to go back.

A small laugh escaped Axel's lips as he hummed quietly in thought. "Mhm, what a secret." He answered, pausing to think of a question. "Have you always had narcolepsy?"

"Well, as of last month, my aunt's my legal guardian." Lana smiled, shoving all of her negative feelings behind the creativity inspiration she was feeling. She went back to drawing feverishly. "She seems nice. So far, anyway."

"Ever since I was 14. I still remember the first time I fell asleep. It was in front of this really hot guy that I was trying to impress. Let's just say, my efforts were futile." Luka ran a hand through his hair, pushing the wheelchair to the hospital entrance. The fresh air had been a nice change after the sharp, chemical-smelling hospital air.

"That's good," Thorn smiled. She was glad Lana got away from an alcoholic, "Anything else I should know?"

"Ever since I was 14. I still remember the first time I fell asleep. It was in front of this really hot guy that I was trying to impress. Let's just say, my efforts were futile." Luka ran a hand through his hair, pushing the wheelchair to the hospital entrance. The fresh air had been a nice change after the sharp, chemical-smelling hospital air.

"He must of been really hot," Axel answered, a crooked grin tilting one corner of his lips up as Luka pushed his wheelchair into the hospital. He tugged on the strings from his hoodie, looking down as they passed a few waiting rooms. Nearly everywhere he went, stares were drawn to him and he still hadn't gotten over it.

Luka sighed, shaking his head and discreetly flipping off anyone who looked in their direction. "Not as hot as you."

"That's good," Thorn smiled. She was glad Lana got away from an alcoholic, "Anything else I should know?"

"I may have a…mild drug addiction?" Lana mentioned with a snicker. "According to the doctors, anyway. I don't think I'm really addicted. But that's what I'm in for." She didn't mention her overdose. No need for anyone to know about that.

Thorn snickered, "I don't know. A good way to tell a drug addict is to ask the last time they had drugs. So when was that?"

Luka sighed, shaking his head and discreetly flipping off anyone who looked in their direction. "Not as hot as you."

"Do you happen to have a thing for one-legged, curly-haired guys?" Axel asked, leaning back and looking up at Luka with mismatched eyes as a lopsided grin spread across his face.

(I love Luka and Axel's friendship/relationship. It's hilarious in its own unique way.)

Thorn snickered, "I don't know. A good way to tell a drug addict is to ask the last time they had drugs. So when was that?"

"Like, a couple minutes ago," she giggled. "But that was just to get inspired. I swear I can quit anytime I want."

(I love writing Luka blush)
(He's usually just a playboy)

"Yeah. We were talking about weird fetishes before, weren't we? I guess you're my fetish." He looked down, bringing his face closer to Axel's and touching his nose to Axel's forehead.

Thorn looked at her, "You take drugs. To get inspired? I'm sorry but what kind of drugs do that?"

"Most do. But specifically, emotion drugs," she said, still sketching away at her artwork. "They're highly illegal, to be honest. But they work like magic. One Creativity pill and you're inspired. Two, and you're creating the next Mona Lisa. Three, and you're dead, but that's a risk you gotta take for art." She snorted at her own morbid joke.

"Fun, I've never been called a fetish before," Axel answered, chuckling lightly as a faint blush made its way across his cheeks. He looked up, hearing someone down the hall calling his name. There she was, Alice the nurse, in all her glory. He liked to refer to her as the b-word on most days.

Thorn looked at her, "That's great, but shouldn't you maybe not take them? I mean I don't want my only friend dead. If you wouldn'tmind."

"I take it you don't want to see your nurse? Run for it?" Luka suggested, turning the other way and starting to jog lightly.

Thorn looked at her, "That's great, but shouldn't you maybe not take them? I mean I don't want my only friend dead. If you wouldn'tmind."

"Only friend? Aww." Lana blended out a shadow with her finger, erased it, and blended it again. "I promise I won't take too many. Cross my heart."