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Jun 23, 2016 16:58:33 GMT
Post by Delilah Beck Adkins on Jun 23, 2016 16:58:33 GMT
` tattooed necks and tattooed hands ♚There weren't many times in Delilah's life that she could honestly say she was nervous. Not even transferring to a school for super-powered humans could faze her. But this. Her first day of volunteering at the notorious Monroeville Asylum, home to the dangerous and insane super-powered, this made Delilah Adkins nervous. She fidgeted and straightened out the non-existent wrinkles from her black 'volunteer' shirt once more. The patients were soon to be let out into the recreation room, and really all Delilah had to do was interact with them. Maybe play board games or cards, or just talk to them. It wasn't a hard task, but considering the types of people that would be in this room, it made Delly just a fair bit wary.
She checked her watch. The patients would be taken here soon. Just after breakfast was over. They were on a very strict schedule, as she was told by one of the nurses. Something about structure being good for the mind, or some nonsense. Delilah didn't pay attention too much to the explanation, horrible, she knew. Slowly, patients began trickling in, then waves of them made it into the large recreation room. Most of them knew exactly where they wanted to go, and ignored the other volunteers. Great. This was going to be harder than she anticipated. Good thing Delilah was as charming as she was sociable. She put on a bright smile and sat down next to a woman with bright pink hair who seemed to be in her twenties. The woman was sitting at a table, drawing with crayons.
"Hi! I'm Delilah," Before Delly could continue her introduction, the woman stood up and began spouting angry things at her in a foreign language. Something Delilah thought may or may not have been Latin. Or the woman was just speaking gibberish. Either way, Delilah took the hint that she did not want to be bothered. Slightly disheveled, Delilah quickly stepped away from the pink-haired monstrosity.
"Great." She huffed. Her first day volunteering, and she was already freaked out of her mind. As Delilah was still backing away from the woman, she bumped into something else. Something human. Her day could not get any worse.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!"
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Jun 23, 2016 17:23:56 GMT
Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jun 23, 2016 17:23:56 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus had to say that he had very few things in Monroeville that gave him genuine pleasure. When he was with Drake, they had their time in supply closets, when he would see his family and they would make it seem like he still had a chance at a normal life, and when the new volunteers would show up. Volunteers didn’t last long around Monroeville. There was always a fair share of do-gooders who would try, but for the most part there were more people who have lost their minds to their abilities than people like Atticus who were just there because no one else knew what to do with him. His best friend, for example, loved to cheek or flush her meds when she thought that she was cured and then there would be an overtake of her brain babies all over the place. It was havoc, chaos, and while he loved it, he knew that BonBon was in the percentage of people who needed this place more than he did.
That did not mean, however, that he didn’t partake in the messing with of the volunteers. They would enjoy it and then lay off anyone who could actually survive more than a month in the nut house. Atticus walked in and watched his BonBon do her best Exorcist meets Supernatural-reruns impression to get her privacy. Though Atticus was sure it also had to do with not wanting to share her crayons, or get busted for stealing more sharpies again. Her roots were coming in and it was as depressing as the rest of this place. Still, the noob that BonBon was scaring was pretty. Really pretty. He stepped forward to try to help, and she crashed into him before he could say anything to Bonnie.
“It’s fine, are you okay?” He asked, gently holding onto her arms to help her get her bearings. He knew that coming to a place like this was scary. It was why he tried to help the new patients as much as possible. He was the Czar of the Crazy and the Lord of the Looney. He did what he could to run a fair court, but there were times when he had to hand down unfair rulings. He accepted it. And there were times when he called for a pudding tithe at meals. Sometimes, a man just wanted an extra chocolate pudding.
“Bonnie is harmless, but she really gets into coloring.” He dropped one of his hands from her shoulder and stepped a little closer so he could point out people without them noticing that he was talking about them.
“Over there, that’s Augusta she can break apart atoms with a thought. She’s usually drugged up, so she doesn’t do much harm. There is Kaleb, he can read thoughts and really can’t control it. Either keep calm and think of puppies, or some really demented dude-on-dude kink. Either way, he’ll love you for it. Uh and there are a bunch others over there who are pretty harmless. You picked a good day to start….” He left it off like he was hoping she would fill in her own name. The closer he was to her, the more he realized how beautiful she was.
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Jun 23, 2016 18:07:46 GMT
Post by Delilah Beck Adkins on Jun 23, 2016 18:07:46 GMT
` tattooed necks and tattooed hands ♚"Oh, I'm fine! I just, uh..." Delilah knew her cheeks were flushing bright red, being caught off guard like this. And by a handsome stranger no less. His look made her curious, he wasn't in the usual volunteer garb, but he didn't seem like he really belonged in this place either... "Just caught a little off guard!" Delilah perked right up, and spread a smile across her face. The man began explaining the girl named Bonnie's situation. Color lover, huh? "Her hair looked really pretty, and I thought she might enjoy the company. Guess not." She said sheepishly, "I'll have to bring her better coloring utensils as a peace offering next time." If there was a next time, after this horrible start.
Delilah listened intently as the man continued naming off the other patients - still not knowing if he was one or not. Thankfully, unlike her brother, Delilah was good with names and faces, so remembering them wouldn't be too hard. She crinkled her nose in a grin as the man mentioned the mind reader, who happened to enjoy listening in on guy-on-guy action. She silently wondered if the man before her knew that first hand. He was really cute, and she certainly wouldn't mind some alone time with him herself...
When he trailed off, Delilah realized he was waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Delilah. Hydro from Primrose. And yeah, lovely day to start. Never mind the endless nerves and the small aura of unwantedness around the place." Delilah joked with a smile plastered across her features. "And I don't think I caught your name, either..?" Perhaps he would offer up his abilities too? Delilah always liked learning about the different types of abilities out there. There was such a variety, it was so amazing. She also couldn't help the nagging question in her mind, did he belong here? Was he a rebellious nurse or something? He seemed so well put together compared to the others. And smooth. Pretty damn smooth. Social skills weren't a thing Delly thought one could adequately learn on the inside of this place. But she's been wrong before (as Aden loved to point out). `ooc notes; BLARGH. I'm sorry, it's a bit crappy. >.> OH, HOW DON't you drown in a rain storm?
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Jun 23, 2016 18:37:19 GMT
Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jun 23, 2016 18:37:19 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus smiled when the volunteer seemed to calm down and want to make up a peace offering to Bonnie. “If you can sneak it in, hair dye would make her your best friend. Sharpies if you can’t.” He hoped that Bonnie would be grateful to him for it if she was able to get her hands on real hair dye. “That beautiful mermaid hair is from sharpies and a lot of patience.” He watched Bonnie snicker in her coloring book and that she was enjoying the front row seat for this show. Atticus rarely got to flirt with someone new, and this new one seemed like just the person to take his mind off of Drake.
She seemed to be keeping track of who he was pointing out. He knew that it was intimidating being in this sort of place, but if she could last then she would probably have a lot of fun there. When she said she was from Primrose, he was not even a little surprised. She was filthy rich and probably just hanging around the mental health ward to help with some of that rich kid guilt. She was able to get the help and support from the ivory tower, and people who could be equally dangerous, but poor were sent to Monroeville. “Atticus.” He held out his hand so he would be able to shake her hand, “Monroeville patient and astral possessor.” He elaborated and watched her features to see how she would react when she figured out that he was one of the dangerous inmates too.
“Been here for…. Goodness, eight years?” He said, knowing that she would probably think that he was a freak, or dangerous for being there for so long. “They just don’t know what to do with me I guess.” He shrugged it off and knew that controlling water was a pretty neat power.
“So! Hydro huh? Pull out some of that Katara from Avatar stuff?” He started to do some of the hand motioned from the cartoon that would come in every so often on the day room tv. He and Bonnie would watch it, and then of course tease the firebugs and rockheads about it. It was just part of their charm.
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Jun 23, 2016 19:26:18 GMT
Post by Delilah Beck Adkins on Jun 23, 2016 19:26:18 GMT
` tattooed necks and tattooed hands ♚"Hair dye, huh? I think I can manage that.." Delilah grinned. "And I'll bring extra Sharpies just in case. But you gotta keep it on the down low, can't be getting kicked outta here on my first week." She winked. Delilah admired the girl's perseverance to keeping up her hair color. It was a rough task on the outside, let alone inside an asylum.
Delilah was shocked, to say the least, when the man she now knew as Atticus admitted to being a Monroeville patient. An eight year patient.
"B-but.. You're so normal..!?" Delilah couldn't help the comment that flew out of her mouth. She was shocked that someone so well put together could be a patient here for eight years. Isn't this place supposed to be for the exceedingly dangerous and insane? He didn't seem like either of those options. Even if he could 'astral possess,' whatever that meant. Delilah took an educated guess, but she didn't want to ask to confirm it. She did not feel like stepping on anymore toes today. She awkwardly played off his comment, nodding. Thankfully, he moved on the conversation from him to her powers, and the similarity to Avatar. A grin crept back to her face, happy that they didn't linger too long on the awkward subject. Delilah looked around to make sure none of the staff were paying attention, held a finger to her lips, and turned her body toward the water fountain across the room. With a few hand gestures, a blob of water came out of the fountain, and into Delilah's hands. A few more seconds and she formed it into a perfect orb of aqua.
"I guess you could say like Katara." She said, her voice light. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to use her powers in here - her guess was no, so she kept quiet. Delilah commanded the water to do little swirls around Atticus, before she shot it up into the air, and dispersed it, making the water lightly mist over them.
"So, Atticus. How do you like it here?" Delilah didn't particularly want to jump right into the harsh of things, but she couldn't help her curiosity. That was one of the main reasons for her volunteering in the first place. She wanted to know what it was like. A first hand experience. Was it as bad as people made it out to be? Worse, even? She had heard rumors that there were people locked up that didn't even belong in Monroeville. Just one bad break, and then you can't be trusted again. Delilah was empathetic. She hurt with others who hurt. A bleeding heart. All she wanted to do in the world was make it a little bit brighter, even if it was just for one person. Or an asylum full of them. `ooc notes; boopadoop. delilatticus. OH, HOW DON't you drown in a rain storm?
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Jun 23, 2016 23:21:47 GMT
Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jun 23, 2016 23:21:47 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus was sure that Bonnie would appreciate the gift for giving him a chance to talk to the girl. He laughed when she promised to try, and that she would have to keep it on the downlow so she didn’t get tossed out right away. “I’m sure that Bonnie will keep her mouth shut in exchange for the gifts.”
When he admitted that he was a patient, she seemed shocked. Her comment about him being normal would have made him laugh that he of all people seemed normal to her. “Yeah, sorry I’m not drooling in a corner or strapped into a straight jacket to fit into your Primrose Academy view of this place.” Primrose Academy rolled off his tongue in his best haughty sneer, but he hoped that she would understand it was all in jest. She was here, so unless she had some severe rich girl guilt, she was there because she actually wanted to help people.
“Mostly they just don’t know what to do with me.” He admitted, knowing that he wasn’t dangerous to anyone, but after what he did to his father when he was eleven and didn’t want to leave New York for Louisiana to go to Phalanx Home. He possessed his father and climbed up to the roof. He slipped and his father fell off the roof and broke his leg. “Basically, I can jump from myself and take over someone else. Take over their body, get access to their thoughts and memories. The higher ups don’t trust me for some reason.” He shrugged and figured that she would think he was crazy by the end of their conversation. She seemed happy to switch the conversation from how ‘normal’ he seemed compared to Bonnie and his other friends, to Avatar.
He grinned when she pulled the water from the air and made it dance around him. She had a flowing grace about her, and controlling an element like water just added to that. She was beautiful when she moved her hands, she seemed to concentrate on pulling the tiniest amount of water from the air and made it rain down on them. “I’d show you mine, but I don’t think you want me inside of you in front of all of these people.” He said with a wink. Plus there was the whole his body falling down part of it.
“I like it as much as anyone can like being locked in this place.” He shrugged it off and knew that no one could possibly like being away from their family and the outside world. “How do you like Primrose?” He had ideas about what Primrose was like. There was a bet going on within Monroeville about the place. If they had golden toilets or not. If there was a maid and a butler for every student. Things like that.
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Jul 17, 2016 16:47:37 GMT
Post by Delilah Beck Adkins on Jul 17, 2016 16:47:37 GMT
` tattooed necks and tattooed hands ♚Delilah's face turned vibrant red as Atticus apologized for not being the 'Primrose view' of a patient, and all she could do was try to sputter an apology.
"I-i didn't mean it like that!" Great, now he thought she was a rich, stuck up prat. And, not to mention, she couldn't even pull her thoughts together to form a coherent sentence because damn this boy was attractive. Delly had never been this flustered. Seeing as he was still standing there talking to her, and the slight joking air around him, she assumed they were still on good grounds. The woman huffed and smirked up to him.
"We are not that bad." She said, in reference to the Primrose students. A small giggle escaped her throat, because she knew for a fact that there were students at Prim that were that bad. Delilah was one of the few who had a fortunate upbringing and a level head on her shoulders, and no over inflated rich-person ego.
Delilah crossed her arms as she intently listened to Atticus's story. It was devastating, to be locked in a place like this, only because the staff weren't sure of what to do with you. Delilah couldn't imagine being separated from her parents and brother like this for eight years. She would be utterly and entirely broken. The least Delly could say for these people, were that they were incredibly strong. She admired them for that.
"That's a cool power.. I still don't think you belong here though... Unless you're an evil mastermind. Are you an evil mastermind? Because that trick would come in handy if you were an evil mastermind." Delilah grinned. She was being lame, she knew, but she could at least try to make a joke.
Her face flushed scarlet once more, after her parlor trick when Atticus said his comment about showing his, but not wanting to get inside her with everyone else here. The innuendo was strong with this one. "I'm beginning to think you and Kaleb are really close, huh?" She teased, trying to control her flaming cheeks.
"Well... I can imagine you don't really enjoy it here... But they treat you right, don't they?" Delilah asked him, genuinely. She wanted to know if there was anything she could do to make it better here. The good thing about being a rich brat with a decent heart, is that she did have the power to make change. The Adkins name held weight. If she made suggestions, or asked questions, she wouldn't just be brushed off. Even if she was denied the change, serious thought and consideration would be put into it.
"Oh, you know... Eh. Rich snobby people, gold-leafed writing paper, we wipe our asses with 100 dollar bills. The usual. Rather shabby place, if you ask me," Delilah grinned, "but in all seriousness, it's horrible. Everyone is dumb as a sack of bricks, but the staff are too scared to fail anyone, lest they be on the end of daddy's wrath." `ooc notes; they are too cute
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Jul 26, 2016 21:36:50 GMT
Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jul 26, 2016 21:36:50 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus didn’t mean to insult her, but he also knew that he should not be in Monroeville. That he was only there because of a bad choice that he made when he was a scared child. It was a choice that he would have to live with for the rest of his life, and there was no end in sight for him.
He watched her get all flustered, and he had to admit that it was precious. He knew that she was just surprised that someone as handsome and amazing as him could be trapped in a mental asylum, but he could let it pass this time. “It’s okay, I get it.” He sighed as it he was just totally exasperated with all of it, “I’m just so painfully handsome and amazing, you wouldn’t think I would be stuck in a place like this, but here I am.” He held his hands out and shrugged a little bit.
“Neither are we, Primrose.” He shot right back, knowing that it was a lot harder for her to believe that Monroeville wasn’t all that bad; than it was for him to believe Primrose wasn’t just filled with brats. “At least here, people scream in each other’s faces when there’s a problem. Your place, there’s more of the backstabbing and gossiping.” He might not have ever been there, but he was sure he knew the place. “We get reruns of Gossip Girl here.”
“Wouldn’t know, the medication keeps me fogged up pretty good most of the time.” He shrugged, knowing that it could have been a lot worse for him. They had been changing up people’s medications lately. There were less therapy sessions and time to practice controlling abilities, and more time feeling fogged up with pills and solitary confinement. Atticus had a terrible feeling about what was happening in Monroeville, but the only people who he could talk to about it were walking around like zombies half of the time.
“I was supposed to go to Phalanx, but things happened.” He knew that people would kill to see their parents again while they were stuck in here, and he almost killed his with his gift. It was something that he had to live with and had to figure out how to make it up to his father. “Meh, I’m more of the snatching up orderlies and giving us extra outside time type.”
Being a flirt was easy, it was having real conversations that scared it. It was why he missed Drake so much. He could spend time with him, talk to him about real things. Flirting was easy. Flirting meant that no one had to get hurt.
“Maybe one day, it’s a little overwhelming to deal with.” He said with a wink and laughed when she said that he was like Kaleb. “Beautiful women deserve to hear beautiful things.” He teased, hoping that she would keep volunteering. He liked talking to her so far and she seemed to get his humor more than most people did.
“Hundred dollar bills, huh? Must chafe.”
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