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

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Sunglasses," Lana suggested. "Do you have a pair?"

Thorn thought for a second. She turned back around and found what she was looking for, a pair of red framed sunglasses, "Yep!"

“I’m much better with a gun, but I’m obviously not going to fucking shoot you,” Vaughn said, slowly shaking his head. He ran a hand through his hair, then took another bite of his burgers straightening his posture slightly.

Thorn thought for a second. She turned back around and found what she was looking for, a pair of red framed sunglasses, "Yep!"

"Perfect," Lana said with a smile. "You look like a celebrity hiding from the paparazzi."

Thorn laughed, "I guess I do. So what, are you the girlfriend I'm trying to keep secret?"

"Probably," Lana giggled. "Or, better yet, I'm the girlfriend who you're trying to keep hidden but I keep posing for the paparazzi instead of hiding."

Thorn giggled, "And I'm the one who keep dragging you away, or I just give up all together and let you do whatever you want."

"We should be famous someday," Lana laughed. "You could be a model. I'll star on Broadway."

Thorn smiled, "Maybe. That would be nice."

"What do you want to be when you're older, anyway?" Lana asked curiously.

Thorn thought for a second, "I think I want do something with botany. Maybe develop a new breed of plant that doesn't need sunlight at all."

"That'd be cool," Lana said. "Although, I don't know if people get famous for botany," she teased with a touch of a smile.

Thorn rolled her eyes playfully, "What about George Washington Carver? The guy who did like a bajillion things with peanuts."

"Oh yeah, him," Lana said, shrugging. "Okay, aspire to be like George Washington Carver. The most boring person to read about in history class." She laughed.

Thorn laughed, "Whatever. I just want to do something I love doing. What about you? Do you want to be famous?"

"Not really," Lana replied, her smile fading. "I have a lot of like, semi-ambitions. But I've never really thought I'd live that long." She winced. "That sounded super sad. Forget I said that. Mostly, I want to be an artist."

Thorn looked at her, "Being an artist sounds perfect for you. You're really good at art. I'm sure if you pursue it you'll go far."

"Hope so," she said with a thin smile. She unfolded her legs and tossed the pillow she was hugging behind her. "So, what time is it right now?"

Thorn listened for a moment, "I would say it's getting close to 6. Maybe 5:30."

"I guess we've got some time then," Lana said. "We should probably leave around 6:45? To minimize sunlight."

Thorn nodded, "Sounds like a plan. So how should we kill time?"

"I'm out of ideas," she admitted. "What do you think?"

"I've got nothing," Thorn laid back on the bed.

Lana leaned back as well, staring up at the ceiling. "What's your favorite…uh…TV show?"

"I like Game of Thrones," Thorn said, "What about you?"