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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:42 pm
"For you information that wasn't me screaming, that would be Demonia that big sissy." She stated as crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stared him down. "But your lucky I haven't killed you yet for making such a commennt, on top of that you were touch my Demonia's hair." Quickly she flung herself forward as she got close to his face with a big smile.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:57 pm
Dmitri skittered backwards with a startled curse in German. "Stay back," he warned. "Don't come near me. Stay back."
His heart was beating a mile a minute. He was pretty damn sure he was going to have a panic attack if she got that close that quickly again. He didn't want to have a panic attack. Panic attacks weren't safe. But people so close weren't safe either. The girl seemed to be two people at once. Demonia, the girl who'd screamed, and this mean girl. Dmitri didn't like more than one person in a body. That scared him. Actually, everything about that girl scared him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:05 pm
Luxuria smirked as she as she started to lean in again. "Oh, and what is I feel like getting closer to you?" She asked, but by the sound of the voice she knew what was going to happen and she was looking forward to that. Quickly she moved in again but this time she lean toward his ear quickly licking the tip as she leaned back into a laughing fit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:18 pm
Dmitri skittered back a few feet, regaring the hysterically-laughing girl with wide, frightened eyes. "Don't come near me," he warned, his voice shaking slightly. He scrubbed the saliva from the tip of his ear. He was flushed crimson more from adrenalin fear brought than the lick, but he was just as afraid of that intimacy as well.
Especially with a female.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:32 pm
Luxuria smiled as she was ready to go and bother him some more when she started to flinch in pain as she fell to her knees. "NO! Not Yet!" She yelled as she pounded her fist onto the floor while the other one pulled at her hair. Not a minute sooner she fell over and blacked out.
Not a minute sooner she began rubbing her eyes as she noticed the boy that was sprawled out on the floor scared to death. It didn't hit her that it might have been Luxuria that did it until she remember she had blacked out before. "Oh my, I'm so sorry! She didn't hurt you, did she?" She asked as she crawled over to him making sure he didn't have any bruises.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:41 pm
Dmitri's eye twitched. "I-I'm fine," Dmitri said, keeping himself just out of her reach. He was still having a bit of trouble breathing, but he was calming down. As long as the girl didn't come any closer. He took a deep breath and tried to get the conversation on neutral grounds. "You must be Demonia, right? The other you said your name once."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 3:49 pm
Demonia nodded as she stood herself up suddenly feeling pain in her hand while not knowing where this pain was from. "My names Demonia, I'm sorry for causing you trouble. What's you name?" She asked with a soft smile as she offered to help him up from the floor not really wanting to eat to close to him because he seemed scared of her already as it is.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 4:07 pm
Dmitri took her hand and stood. Contact was only okay if he wanted it. The mind-doctor said that after Dmitri had had a panic attack during a routine check-up with the normal doctor. "I'm Dmitri," he said softly. "Its nice to meet you, Demonia. I'm not sure I can say the same about the other girl, though."
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 6:45 am
((Ah, I'm not quite sure how to...Like, start...Because Gavin's kind of just standing there, er, walking.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:05 pm
AmeliaBelia Gavin watched his mother walk down the long, narrow path away from the building. He sighed morosely, this visit hadn't gone very well. It had started well enough, they talked for a while, had a cup of tea- he didn't care much for the stuff but he wasn't allowed to have coffee -and she didn't seem quite as worried about him as usual- nor did he worry as much either.
But then she wanted to talk to his doctor again, That guy wants me here for the rest of my life I just know it, Gavin stared hard at the dusty windowsill a moment. Of course, Gavin wanted to tell the guy that he wasn't crazy which didn't work out so well. The good doctor paid no attention to his explanations and use the words "paranoia," and "chemical imbalance," and such. His mother left with a sad look on her face. God, he hated that look; it meant the next time she visited she'd have a worried look on her face.
Gavin didn't want his mother to worry, he just couldn't help but worry for her. And for him. And for everything else in this world. He was sure he couldn't trust anybody. Just then a thought struck him, more of an image really, and a gruesome one at that- Is this what you'd call another 'hallucination,' doctor? His mother had made a right at the end of the pathway, luckily for him the front wall of the building had plenty of windows. Just to make sure she's safe, he thought as he walked across the room slowly. He watched her, walking the same way she did so he could follow, already imagining some strange man jumping up and attacking her. It scared the hell out of him but he couldn't help but think about it. Mark was standing outside the Asylum. She was smoking a supposedly forbidden cigarette, watching a woman walk away. A visitor. She would have made a comment or sneered at her, but the woman didn't bother her. So Mark didn't bother the woman. The nicotine in her system calmed her somewhat. She felt more normal than she had in a very long time. The sedative that the docs had her under was wearing off alarmingly quickly. Mark found that she didn't care.
"And so it begins again," she told herself. It was the same old song and dance. "I start smoking again, they start upping my dosage of the sedatives, one of the foolish Orderlies gives me too much morphine and I overdose, and the stupid Doctors blame me for smoking too many cigarettes. F*ck this place is stupid."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 10:31 am
The Scarlet Woman Dmitri took her hand and stood. Contact was only okay if he wanted it. The mind-doctor said that after Dmitri had had a panic attack during a routine check-up with the normal doctor. "I'm Dmitri," he said softly. "Its nice to meet you, Demonia. I'm not sure I can say the same about the other girl, though."
"Nice to meet you Dmitri. I don't think any one likes that other girl." She answered as she looked around for her book that she dropped when she fell to the floor. Quickly she spotted it and retrieved it while walking back to Dmitri. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you in here for?
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 10:59 am
"Anthropophobia, agoraphobia, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder," Dmitri murmured. He made sure that there was at least three feet between himself and Demonia/Crazy girl. Demonia seemed nice enough. But Crazy Girl was just that. A Crazy Girl. Dmitri didn't like people like Crazy Girl. They were too similar to the freaky people who followed him around and made his daddy kill his mommy.
"I'm assuming you're in here for some sort of split-personality disorder?" he asked meekly, trying to keep the conversation on even grounds.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 4:48 pm
"Wow, that's alot of disorders..." She admitted as she scratched her head feeling that she shouldn't have brought up the subject. Quickly she smiled a bit trying to brighten up the conversation as she nodded to his question. "Yup, I have split-personality's but it doesn't bother me to much only the fact that I get in trouble to much." Demonia frowned thinking about all the people Luxuria killed even though she, meaning Demonia, didn't have much of a choice. Even though she missed all the people she loved so much, it was better for her to be kept away from people.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:29 pm
Dmitri nodded absently. "I was just about to go to the gardens, actually," he said softly. "Do you want to come with me, Demonia?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:32 pm
"Um..sure as long as I'm not bothering you or anything." She said as she turned to face the direction they were to walk if they were heading toward the garden.
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