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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:57 am
 Senna watched as Drew took a few steps away from her. It was obvious he was mocking her. a*****e. Crossing her arms against her chest, she scowled at him before he snapped at Bailey and left to go do something with Madison. Relaxing a bit, Senna looked at the others still standing around her. They weren't a very talkative bunch, were they? Then again, she wasn't really contributing any conversation. Blank eyes watched as a nurse came in with Pierce and they began setting up chairs. Oh dear, was it time to spills their guts already? Personally, Senna didn't know why she was here. She just had a severe case of insomnia paired with night terrors. Why was that any reason to be locked up with a bunch of loonies?
Getting up from the couch, Senna walked slowly over to the circle and took the seat furthest away from Pierce. Hopefully, Drew wouldn't take the seat next to hers but she had this odd feeling that he was planning on it. Senna looked at the ground while she waited for the other to join the two of them. There wasn't really anything she wanted to share. Especially with people she was going to be staying with for who know how long. Blinking slowly, she was feeling the tug of sleep on her body even though it was still light outside. Sleep sounded so nice right now and maybe with a change of scenery, she could sleep for an hour or two. Thankfully, the nurse he keep her teddy bear as her one belonging so at least she could cuddle up with that tonight.
"Madison, Paige, Natalia, Robin, please come take your seats. Drew, Elijah, Bailey and Jace? You too please. We're already behind schedule," the nurse chimed with her fake smile. She motioned with her hands a place for everyone to sit and once they did, the therapy would begin. Senna took in a deep breath and held it for a moment as she eyed the boys claiming their spots. Letting the air out in a silent whoosh, she scolded herself for being so ridiculous. She really needed to stop thinking that every guy was going to jump her.
๓เรร ☆ เภร๏๓ภเค
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:08 am
 When she was forced into the room by a nurse, kicking and screaming later than everyone could even imagine—in fact she wasn’t sure but she would assume it was because the group therapy she had been chortled about had just started—it was because she had been doing this for the past few hours. It wasn’t that she was always like this, Robin just really…really didn’t want to leave her home. It was perfect, everything was clean and tidy and just as she wanted it. She didn’t want to go somewhere she wouldn’t be familiar with. Living in an orphanage for the past…however long, Robin had been abandoned there by her grandmother when she got too much to handle. The doctors said she just had an extensive case of OCD. Her grandmother had said that her granddaughter was just plain nuts. Robin always wondered how her grandmother could be as stupid as to think that this was all Robin’s fault, when she knew that it was her grandmothers fault. The best way to make a person go crazy over cleanliness was to beat the s**t out of them every time something was even slightly dirty. Before she had to move in with her mothers mom, she was a fairly normal girl. She would run around outside and come home dirty and covered in grass stains. Her room was a mess and she didn’t care at all. She would leave messes all over the house and expect other people to clean them up because she was “too young to understand the importance of cleanliness.” Her mother had often said this was the reason behind her tolerance to dirt. But when she moved to this old manor house, dirt was out of the question. God forbid she even spill a grain of rice on the table—pretty soon Robin because crazed with trying to keep things tidy. In old houses, things get dirt faster than they normally do, every day she would clean every surface in the house. That was, until she would clean things that were already clean. She went so a**l with her OCD that she even had to have every clock in the house in sync with her watch, her stuffies on her bed had to be in alphabetical order starting with what animal they were. And of course, her grandmother couldn’t handle her anymore and kicked her to the curb.
You would think that life in the orphanage would have been easier for her; no more grandmother to boss her around, kick her when she was down and call her a psycho. But little did Robin know, that was not to be the case, in fact things steadily got worse for her. Forced to be in a place she was unfamiliar with, she kept to herself. Locked herself away in her designated room and kept it as clean as humanely possible. She disallowed anyone to enter in case they started touching things and screwing things up in her room. The last thing she wanted was for the younger members of the house to come in and get sticky fingers and sand all over her belongings. The months passed, and soon the days all started to meld together. She never left her room, barely ate, and kept doing nothing but clean, clean, clean. It already felt like she was in prison. But soon, she started to settle down. It wasn’t as difficult to be in there as she thought it would be, but that didn’t mean she would leave her room. That is, until the door was bust open and she was forcibly dragged from her room and shoved in a car and told she was being taken to a place where she would be taken care of. Robin didn’t know what that meant but she didn’t like it. In fact, she spent the whole car ride screaming for them to go back. To turn around so she could go home. She kicked and screamed and hollered at the man driving until she could do no more damage. Far too tired from the tantrum, she eventually started to drift off. God knew how long the ride there was, but when she was finally there, Robin was forcibly shaken from her stupor and told to follow a nurse into the building. The first thought that had crossed her mind when she got there was; Great, more old houses. The girl really wasn’t a fan of older buildings. They tended to collect dust a lot faster than other buildings.
She was dragged in by the nurse without any form of luggage since she was pretty much also dragged from her home without having a chance to pack anything. Which was fine because as they walked down the corridors and up a set of narrow steps she was informed by the horribly fake nurse that she wouldn’t be needing anything like that here. They would assign her clothing and she would wear it; the name was printed in neatly sewn letters on the breast of the outfit. Needless to say, Robin was fairly grumpy about thiw whole thing as she was shown her room and stood in the doorway as she was shut into a room yet again. But to her surprise, it wasn’t what she had expected it to be. It was actually feasibly clean in the small room. Pristine and white, fresh linens on what looked like it could have been a brick for a bed—but she was used to sleeping on hard mattresses having lived in an orphanage so it was okay to her as long as she could sleep her days away somewhere. On the bed was a pair of soft, pale yellow clothes. They reminded her of things doctors would wear before going in to surgery. Slipping off her clothing she stepped into the clothes she was provided with and the silly little shoes that she would rather not wear but did anyway because only a cretin would walk around with no shoes on. Imagine the dirt build up on your feet. To her it was disgusting. She had clamed down significantly though as she called the nurse in to take her clothes. That was, until she was told she had to leave again. Which for Robin, sucked. Because she had found a place in this little room already; it was tidy, neat and organized. She didn’t want to leave something like that behind to be trashed by god knows what else was in this god damn place!
So, with a struggle, it brings us to where we first started off. Robin was shown to the room where the other people were filing in. She didn’t know them, and she wasn’t completely sure if she wanted to know them. She didn’t care if they thought she was crazy, she just wanted to go back to her room where it was clean, and safe. But at the same time she wanted to run away, to be out of this place—it gave her the creeps despite how clean it was. She still didn’t want to be here. In reality, Robin just wanted to go back to her first home,. She wanted things to be how they were when her mother and father were around. Back when things didn’t matter and she wasn’t like this. The nurse pushed her into the room and she stumbled slightly; calming in the presence of other people. She heard a nurse come into the room again and tell them all to take their seats. God forbid she stand. She had a feeling this place wasn’t going to cure her. Just like every other place she had been forced into it would only make her ‘condition’ worse. She stood for a moment, unsure of where to sit down. “Hi..” Robin’s voice was soft and hoarse. It hurt for her to talk a bit because of the screaming she had done earlier. Really not a happy camper, she placed her head in her hands. Gripping at the mess of brown curls on her head. Her green eyes tried to blink away tears as she thought of old, happier times where she didn’t have a care in the world. Oh where di her life turn from happy to hellish? Where did things go wrong..
She looked back up at the people in the room and tried to force a smile onto her face. “My names Robin…” Looking back at her feet, she almost felt like a giant off-yellow banana. But what did that matter? Scratching at her arm, she waited for something to happen. She wasn’t sure what it was that would happen, but she knew that she wanted it to happen so she could get out of this room and back to her own. It was safe up there, that much she knew.
❤ Robin Quinn Lancaster ❤
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:42 am
N a t a l i a SOLOMON  Natalia, who had drifted into a semi-sleep stage, was startled awake by the familiar, unnerving voice brought to her by the nurse with enough red lip gloss to go around. Technically, she had already made her mark in the middle of the circle since she had managed to claim a seat on the sofa and she didn't want to be bothered with getting up and sitting in the uber-too-cold-for-your-butt chairs. She hated sitting on anything cold. Unfortunately, Natalia had a tendency to have icy hands and feet. It was weird because her hands had that baby softness, but they were freezing. They came in handy during the warmer seasons. The girl noticed Madison's return where Drew automatically, as if running by instinct and testosterone, pounced on the girl, allowing her to take shelter beneath his wing on the couch. Natalia almost changed her mind about sitting in the cold-butt-chair, however she stayed put, crossing her legs. These scrubs were kind of uncomfortable, but since Natalia had confidence she wouldn't be here for too long, she decided to just deal. Besides, the nurses didn't seem to be up for complaining.
Just as Natalia was getting comfortable in her spot that was being warmed by her body heat, the nurse tells her to come sit in the metal chairs. Great. Slightly irritable now, she enters the semi circle they prepared for the patients and takes her place. Then Natalia began to wonder what had happened between Madison and Pierce. Pierce was really being a butt-face. Her glare hardened—staring at no one in particular—as she thought about this. They had this weird discussion, and Madison had looked like she wasn't even talking to Pierce the time they were in the room. Had there been someone next to him? And Pierce also had that weird tendency to blurt stuff out loud. Surely, he couldn't have been talking to himself. Her brown furrowed. This was getting..strange.
The dark haired girl wondered if they would begin to understand a little more about one another with this group session. Before Natalia could plunge any deeper into her thoughts, another character had arrived. Natalia decided she should try saying hello this time, instead of trying to wait for everyone to come to her in a way. "Hi Robin, I'm Natalia. Huh, Robin like the bird....that's so pretty. Or like Robin hood...", she chuckled lightly at the lame pun, but she felt it helped her feel better. Natalia could feel the girl's awkward presence. Obviously she was uncomfortable. "Here! Come have a seat.." She offered taking her lightly by the wrist and leading her to a chair near her. She wondered why her voice was hoarse. It sounded like she had been screaming a bunch or something. Or maybe she was sick. But most likely screaming. Natalia wanted to scream too, she wanted to get out of this hell hole. Queen DENISE
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:12 pm
Suddenly one of those creepy nurses entered the room and said it was time for the group therapy. I wasn't fond to share the fact I could see ghosts, especially when I was trying to look normal in this crazy place. Then again, I was sure some people had caught me talking to myself when I was trying to help out Pierce earlier, so they might have known something was up.
I sighed before I got up and joined the group, taking a seat in one of the chairs when I had noticed there was another girl who joined our little crew. Robin huh? Pretty name I guess. Ugh, I hated this. That ghost and Pierce's bad mood had ended up putting me in a bad mood. I hated being like this, but I couldn't stand the fact that things were going so wrong today.
As I sat there quietly before the nurse had asked everyone to introduce themselves and then explain why they were here. She figured it would be nice for everyone to learn of each other's problems, to let them be closer. I remembered what the ghost had said about not trusting the nurses, so I knew I would have to lie upon it being my turn. I groaned mentally when the nurse picked me first. "My name is Madison Wright." I said before folding my arms across my chest. I kept my mouth shut when it came to the problem part. The nurse however didn't seem pleased by my silence. Her eyes were like daggers and made her look creepy as she smiled.
Eventually she got tired of waiting for me to answer and went for the next person. I was glad she had given up, but I didn't like how she jotted something down on her clipboard after she went to the next person, glancing at me once more before writing down notes I couldn't see but I knew were about me and my behavior.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:58 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxXxI am the monster under your bedXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Drew couldn't believe Madison was actually taking to him now, when she had initially been one of the girls to act wary of him. Then again, he figured it could have been because she did look absolutely dazed. She sat down with him, despite his arm draping instinctively over the back of the couch. He would occasionaly glance over to her, half watching what was going on around the room. He had to say it amused him how Senna's attitude just screamed that she didn't trust him. She had all the right in the world not to trust Drew, even if she didn't know why. When Madison turned to smile at him, thanking him, he returned the smile. "You're welcome," was his simple reply.
His attention immediately locked on to a rather timid looking girl as she walked in. He had to admit she was good looking, like that Natalia chick. Oh hey, the two were interacting. So her name was Robin, eh? Cute. He wondered if he could make her sing for him, and yes, that was meant in a very, very bad way. When did Drew ever have a decent thought? The answer is never, because his mind continually revolved around sex, hence why they had labeled him an addict. Usually he could get laid fairly easy, but he couldn't then he took what he wanted, which was why he was in this god forsaken hell hole. Speak of the devil, one of the nurses came in, setting up metal chairs in a circle. Seemed to be therapy time. Drew rolled his eyes as he lurched forward off of the couch, but not before noticing the look Madison gave that Pierce guy. Yep, she needed to get some things off her chest. Mmm...chest. Rhymes with breast, which is a synonym for boobs. Sex.
The females were automatically grouping together, which he assumed was instinct. Mmm, he would mind getting them all at once. He shook his head to get the image to go away, because it was persisting something fierce. He needed to focus, at least this once. Think of gay sex, not hot orgy. Yep, that was working. He took a seat next to Madison, slouching in the chair, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look pleased with the ordeal, but he was still showing off an amused grin all the same. It was amusing, but dull. One person he was trying not to look at though was Senna. She seemed to like him the least. He'd have to avoid her for a while until he could get her to cozy up to him. Madison went on to introduce herself and Drew's eyes locked onto the nurse as she scribbled some things down, her look scrutinizing. Fun time.
"Drew Bennington, twenty years old, love-machine. Actually, your doctors labeled it as sex addiction, but whatever, what guy doesn't like to have sex? Oh, and a good thing to remember, my piece of advice to all of you, when someone is drunk, and you're not, and you ******** considered rape. So make sure you get drunk if you're looking to get lucky at a party." Wise words, good sir. "I'm just here to get those sexual thoughts out of my head, though. They can be distracting at the worst moments and it's starting to get on my nerves," he lied. Drew loved to think about sex and to take part in the act, he was really only here to serve his sentence. He just needed to keep lying to get on everyone's good side.A creature with meat, a blood sucking creepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I feed on little children, I molest you when you sleepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm the monster in the water when you're swimming out too deepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI know all your dirty secrets, and I love the way you smell
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'll give you a ride through blood and homocide
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou know we're going to hell
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