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

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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Thorn felt her cheeks heat up, "Okay then. I just don't let many people get close to me, I guess I'm just really comfortable around you."

Lana lowered her pencil for a moment, her own cheeks heating up. "I usually don't tell people about my parents. So…I guess I feel really comfortable around you too."

Thorn nodded. She needed to change the subject, "How's the drawing going?"

"Pretty good, actually," she responded, grateful for the subject change. "Your face is art. I just have to figure out how to put it on paper."

"Really?" Thorn's blush became worse. Looks like it was a failure after all.

(Going to bed. Night!)

"Of course," Lana said matter-of-factly. "You've got one of the best faces I've ever drawn. Plus the red eyes? God. The contrasts are amazing." She didnt even realize what she said sounded like flirting. She was too lost in her inspiration and creativity.

Thorn’s face continued to get redder, “Thanks.”

(Night!)

"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.

"Yeah, she's kind of a bitch," Axel sighed, laughing as Luka turned around and began jogging through the halls, the faint sound of Alice's heels clicking against the white floors following behind them. "Apparently you're not allowed to have alcohol in a hospital. And who knew you weren't supposed to take more pills than you're prescribed? I didn't." He added sarcastically, glancing over his shoulder to see where the nurse was.

"Don't worry, I offer lessons. Hospital 101, right?" He broke into a run, gasping for breath. He wasn't really the exercise type. Still have rock-hard abs, though. Luka kept running, until the rooms started to blur and his eyelids started to droop. "Axel, you better do something really energetic and interesting right now."

(It's fine. Glad you're back)

"Energetic? You got it." Axel nodded, heaving himself up from the wheelchair after a few tries, his prosthetic knocking against the metal wheels. He motioned for Luka to sit down as he noticed his eyelids beginning to lower. "Just give me a second to figure out how my cyborg leg works, and we'll be on our way." He added, grasping the handles on the chair, and beginning to push it, his jog more like a half-hopping run.

"Holy crap, Ax, please don't tell me you're going to run me into a wall." Luka covered his face, hair whipping into his eyes. "Don't strain yourself, darlin'." He yawned and closed his eyes, "Just don't do anything too stup-" He went limp in the seat.

"M'kay, cool." Kaz rolled the bike away from the fence, stopping to sling a leg over it as he waited for Vaughn to get on. He suddenly wished Vaughn wanted fast food instead. The last thing he wanted to deal with was Cas giving him hell for not being in the support group

Vaughn swung his leg over the bike, hesitanting for a moment. He was supposed to hold onto Kaz now. That’s a lot of touching. Why did that make him feel more anxious than usual? He took a deep breath, trying to bring air into his lungs slowly as he slipped his arms around Kaz’s waist.

"You ready?" Kaz asked before turning the engine on, making sure the bike was propped up with his foot before he went anywhere. He didn't want to go and have Vaughn accidentally fall off, however funny that would be

“Yeah,” Vaughn said, nodding his head a tad as he did so. He was glad that the helmet blocked part of his face. His face and the back of his neck felt flushed.

Kaz began to drive, making his way out of the parking lot and onto the highway. He drove slowly at first, but couldn't help but speed up a little while he went. The bar was only about twenty minutes away, so they got there relatively quickly. Kaz parked the bike in his usual spot, waiting for Vaughn to get off before putting down the kickstand and taking his helmet off

Thorn’s face continued to get redder, “Thanks.”

(Night!)

Lana went over her sketch lines with a darker pencil. She was almost finished. "I like your choker," she said suddenly, "where'd you get it?"

Thorn's hand went to her choker, "This old thing? It was a gift from my brother. He gave it to me the day I first came here."

"It's so cute," Lana said with a warm smile. "I love chokers. I have like, twenty of those old plastic ones."

Vaughn quickly let go of Kaz once the bike was parked, waiting a moment his mind to calm before tugging off the helmet and getting off the bike. He ran a hand through his hair a few times to try and fix it.

Thorn smiled, "That's cool. This is the only one I own, but they would have to pry it from my cold dead hands if they want it."

Kaz set his helmet on the handlebar, turning to look at Vaughn. He chuckled softly as Vaughn fiddled with his hair. "C'mere, nerd," he said teasingly, reaching a hand up to run it through Vaughn's hair until he thought it looked okay. "There you go, Beyoncé. Now come on, let's get burgers," he said before turning to walk towards the door

"It's nice to have something so special like that." Lana erased a few stray marks on the paper.

Thorn nodded, "Yeah. It's kept me sane these past three years. Do you have anything like this?"

"No. It'd be such a artsy, tragic thing to have something from my dead father," Lana sighed, "but nope. I guess my thing is really a place. My old bedroom at my mom's place. I mean, the whole house was covered in like, trash, and broken glass. But my room was really untouched by all of it. And it's still bright pink, the color me and my mom painted it when I was seven. It just…it's nice."