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

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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Lydia heard this and tensed up, she really didn't want to do that, but ok. Let someone else go first.

(I have an idea)
(Luka asks Axel if they can hang out at the old, never used, playground at the back of the hospital?)

"Luka. I sleep. A lot. I feel tired." He kept a straight face, short bursts of laughter escaping from the side of his mouth.

(I have an idea)
(Luka asks Axel if they can hang out at the old, never used, playground at the back of the hospital?)

"Luka. I sleep. A lot. I feel tired." He kept a straight face, short bursts of laughter escaping from the side of his mouth.

(Sure, sounds good. And I also changed Axel's reason for being here up.)

He chuckled lightly at Luka's response. "Well, I'm Axel. I had a touch of osteosarcoma cancer, which is why I lost this." He motioned towards the prosthetic leg that was party covered by shorts. "I feel okay, I guess."

"I'm Lana," she introduced cheerily. "I feel good. I'm probably going to leave here soon, even though I just got here."

Luka nodded. "We're all hanging on by a thread here, y'know? I remember, when I first found out I had narcolepsy. My life was doing so well until that point. But then my life, held together by tight strings, started to fall apart. The strings were starting to snap. And now, there's only one string left. Trying its best. At least, until it breaks and my whole life falls apart."

"Deep." Axel nodded, impressed by what Luka said. That practically summed up his whole life up until now. "All I manage to think about is how my name eerily resembles the name Alex."

Luka nodded. "We're all hanging on by a thread here, y'know? I remember, when I first found out I had narcolepsy. My life was doing so well until that point. But then my life, held together by tight strings, started to fall apart. The strings were starting to snap. And now, there's only one string left. Trying its best. At least, until it breaks and my whole life falls apart."

Blake paused from trying to pick the lock on the door long enough to listen to Luka's words. It was crazy how similar he felt to what Luka was saying. He sighed low in his chest and turned back to the door.

Lydia was following along with the conversation, but didn't add to it, she was bored, nobody was talking to her, but part of her was happy about that.

"Who's next?" Axel said, clearing his voice as he broke the silence. He had never been one to really speak up in groups of people, but silence was not something he enjoyed either.

Thorn decided to speak up, "I'm here because I'm allergic to the sun."

"Allergic to the sun?" Lana repeated. "That sounds hella uncomfortable."

Thorn nodded, "It can be."

Lydia sighed, ''I'm here because I'm a sociopathic insomniac with schizophrenia…''

''I'm not proud of it but oh well.'' she shrugged and went back to doing nothing.

"Uh, could you maybe repeat that? Or explain it?" Axel asked gently, not wanting to offend her. Often times, his tones could get a bit mixed up. Using sarcasm in certain conversations, or a serious tone in a laid-back talk.

Lydia paused for a second, ''Well, it started out as imaginary friends, my parents thought I'd grow out of it but I never did, I was homeschooled and became antisocial, I started collecting daggers and animal skulls and I have a hard time sleeping.''

''I could go into detail but I dont really want to.'' She added.

Lydia paused for a second, ''Well, it started out as imaginary friends, my parents thought I'd grow out of it but I never did, I was homeschooled and became antisocial, I started collecting daggers and animal skulls and I have a hard time sleeping.''

Blake walked over to the group and pulled up a chair. His face looked a bit defeated from failing to open the door, but he spoke to Lydia gently, "I was also homeschooled. My teachers at school refused to have me in their classroom when I would seize almost everyday." He looked down, slightly embarrassed.

''My teachers refused to have me in Kindergarten because I picked up a dead cat and called it a doll.'' She dryly laughed at what she said and started picking at her hands again.

"So we're introducing ourselves? Or telling stories? Groovy." Luka sat down on one of the chairs. "Axel, have anyone ever told you that you are so hot?"

Axel was sure that his face had turned bright red. He shook his head faintly and ran and hand through his curlier hair. "Groovy?"