forum Welcome to the Ward (CLOSED!!!)

Started November 01, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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"I'm sorry." Ale said, slipping her a mint he'd stolen from a guard.
He left her alone.

Cressida stood up and walked over to him. "You alright?"

Crystal muttered. “He’s gone…my husband…my…child… all gone!” She began to mope even more, her mind kept repeating.
Keep them away, you’ll only hurt them. No one loves you. Your husband left you. You let your own child die. What kind of human are you?

"I'm fine." Ale said, tightly hugging Crystal. He saw the people who'd been examining Martin's suicide, the ones in labcoats and scrubs, hurry past.
"It's OK Crystal."

Rosemary went back to staring at the goop in front of her

“You don’t get it… everyone I meet… everyone I build a bond with… they take them away from me… you seen what happened to Marty! You know what happened to Jessica! They both killed themselves! Both of them were close friends…” Crystal whipped her tears with the sweater.. “it’s only a matter of time before everyone dies and I’m left all alone…”

"I'll be here for you." Ale said, patting her on the back gently. "Come on now."

“You promise you won’t leave me?” Crystal sadly said, tears slowly trickling off her face.

Cressida stands awkwardly, wanting to help but not wanting to push the boundaries of a total stranger.

Alex was finally thrown out of his cell with a busted up face why don't they just kill us? he tried to climb to his feet but was kicked in the face.

Good night//

"I promise." Ale said, standing.

Sure, give me a second to type something up.))

Sitting at one of the many picnic tables, Marco made lines on the cheap wooden surface with his nails. Could they not even afford regular tables…even if they were plastic? He wondered, continuing to mindlessly carve shaky lines into the dark brown material. Occasionally, he would glance over to his plate, and then back to the array of designs in front of him. Ever since he had been admitted to the "hospital" he had grown to hate eating. Sure, he would when he felt as if he were going to starve, but most of the time he avoided it altogether. What was the point of eating when you didn't do anything aside from sit in a cell?
I don't even really know what they've put in this. For all I know it could be spoiled, with the way things are around here.

Rosemary knocked over the plate, careful not to get any on herself. She looked around the room at the various people seating.

Hayden wheeled his way to the end of one of the picknick tables, food on his lap. He set the platter on the table and looked around.
"Hi" He greeted to the person scraping lines into the table.

Looking up from the table, Marco gave a small wave and finally put a halt to scratching up the table. "Hello," he said, his voice flat. Usually, he would greet someone with a smile and speak a bit more, but the events of the morning had cut his normally decent mood short. Scooting his plate out of the way, and over to the side, Marco put his elbows on the table less than an inch away from the edge closest to himself.

"You don't eat the food either?" He asked glancing down at his own untouched food