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Post by Fergal Collins on Jul 1, 2016 1:38:50 GMT
It wasn't Fergal's normal job, rounding up inmates patients, but the nurse responsible had palmed it off to go on a date, and on a Friday with everyone looking to get off for the weekend it invariably got passed down the line until it ended up in the laps of the staff that never seemed to leave, the Orderlies. Still in his full gear after his shift, Fergal made his way towards the roof, it was common knowledge that the lock was busted but his memos concerning it seemed to always be ignored. It was almost as if the medical staff wanted the dangerous, insane freaks that were their wards to run wild.
Reaching the top of the stairs he shoved the door open, taking in a breath he let loose with his best drill sergeant voice, although some effect was lost as the gasmask muffled his words "Alright you lazy maggots! Lights out is in five minutes, You are meant to be in your bunks! The next time you choose to waste my time with tardiness, I will personally demonstrate to you the twelve most effective methods of inflicting pain upon the frail human frame! Now get down those stairs or I will begin the demonstration on this rooftop!" It probably wasn't the choice of words someone in charge of mentally unstable individuals, with abilities that seemed to defy reality, should have used, but Fergal was more used to simply guarding or capturing them, so he wasn't used to conversing with them. Staring down at the patients faces that were on the roof through tinted lenses, he mentally dared them to disobey.
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Post by Bonnie Anita Dyer on Jul 7, 2016 9:44:29 GMT
I WANT TREES INSTEAD OF GRAVESTONES AND NOTHING TO CONFESS
Has a crazy bonbon!
It had been a long day for Bonnie. Medication adjustment days with her doctor were never fun. After her last really bad lapse, they thought new medication would be the key to Bonnie's sanity. Nothing of which had to do with Bonnie tonguing her medication, of course... Regardless, the day was long, and some free time alone with Atticus on the rooftop was just what she needed. It was common patient knowledge that the lock was busted to the roof of the building, but most weren't brave enough to adventure up there alone. It usually ended a the the very least with evoked privileges, and harsher punishments would be like ending up in the solitude chamber.
Bonnie has been on both ends of the spectrum, but no longer wills herself to care. Her grounds privileges had been revoked so often that she was pretty sure she couldn't set foot outside for the next year. Whatever.
Hidden behind a large vent on the rooftop was a half-empty pack of cigarettes. Bonnie had managed to bargain them off of another patient for a month's worth of sharpies. Drastic trade, but worth it. A lighter was hidden in the pack as well; Bonnie wasted no time lighting up her cancer stick and taking a long drag. Illegal contraband never tasted so good.
Bonnie was half way through her stick when her least favorite orderly busted through the door to the rooftop. Bonnie jumped at the sound of the door slamming open, and quickly threw her cigarette off the rooftop, hoping it wasn't noticed by Collins.
Though he was her least favorite person in the world, Bonnie has a hoot of a time tormenting him. He could act all big and tough, but he would lose his job if he laid a hand on her, or any of the patients (and quite possibly face trouble with the law). Not to mention, with how long Bonnie had been off her meds, the probability that a giant orc would appear and bite his head off was pretty high. Bonnie wasn't a Lifer in this joint for petty reasons.
"Fergie! Fergalicious, how are you?" Bonnie beamed at him.
One of these days, Bonnie's mouth would get her into some serious trouble.
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Jul 9, 2016 9:23:30 GMT
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Post by Fergal Collins on Jul 9, 2016 9:23:30 GMT
"I didnt think I was inviting you to spark up a conversation, I thought I was telling you to get down those stairs and hit the bunk! Now, I don't care how the old orderlies would have handled this, but I'm not that kind if orderly. I'm the kind that if you don't voluntarily walk down those stairs, I will drag you down to the padded cells!" Fergal was not in the mood, earlier that day they'd had to recover a new patient from his home, and while it had gone fairly smoothly, furniture flying at one's face can put a dampner on any day. Mentally running through the list of patients, he put a name to the face, Bonnie, quite a dangerous one if he recalled correctly, something about an overtly realistic imagination or something. "So what's it gonna be, bunk or cell, and either way, tomorrow your scrubbing out toilets, there's no smoking on asylum grounds"
((Sorry its not great, rushing on mobile while on coffee break))
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Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jul 15, 2016 0:03:59 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus was heading back to his room, but couldn’t spot his mermaid haired best friend. The orderlies were being particularly randy, and he knew for a fact that his best friend was a saucy little mouthy thing and while he loved that about her, he also knew that it made the knuckle draggers exceptionally vile. He walked through the crowd of drugged up specs and finally spotted Bonnie with one of the guards. He rolled his eyes a little at the full metal jacket impression that Fergie was so desperate to scare them all with. Atticus moved through the crowd and stepped to Bonnie’s side, ready to protect his friend if she needed it. Bonnie was a tough girl, but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to her. She meant the world to him and nothing would be able to stop him from wanting to be there for her. They were both lifers, but they would be able to make it a little better for the other poor unfortunate souls in Monroeville.
“Fergilicious! Going to watch that tone when you speak to my friend?” He wrapped his arm around Bonnie’s shoulders and watched to see if Fergie was going to make a move against him. He would much rather get punched in the face than anyone to mess with any of the other patients at Monroeville.
“Didn’t you momma ever tell you that you get more flies with honey than vinegar?” He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at the orderlie. “Because trust me handsome, you can get all the honey you want if you want it.” He was a shameless flirt, it was what got him Drake in the first place, but it broke his heart even more to lose the other man. Now there was that volunteer with the blonde streaks in her hair that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
346 NOTES: atticus is a problem!
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Jul 15, 2016 18:59:24 GMT
Post by Fergal Collins on Jul 15, 2016 18:59:24 GMT
"The only thing my Mother taught me was that the best way to control children was with a fist. And believe me, that's exactly what you are. Now are ye going to get down to your bunks, or am I going to have to put my Mother's teachings into practice" Reaching to his belt, he rested his hand on the handle of his extendable baton. He was meant to have been finished his shift half an hour before, but a mountain of paperwork and now these antagonistic specs were delaying him from a much needed meal and nap.
Staring at the pair in front of him he automatically did a mental risk assessment in case he needed to get physical. The new comer, Atticus, was some kind of mind invader, though that didn't concern Fergal too much, with the things he'd seen and done he believed his mind to be a fortress. Anything that entered it would have merely trapped itself in an unpleasant hell. The other one, Bonnie, was more of a threat. For all Fergal could expect, she could create a dragon, or worse. he guessed his training might give him a chance. Unless of course she went and made a nuclear bomb.....
((Yet again not great, but I hope to get full computery access tomorrow))
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Jul 16, 2016 20:41:49 GMT
Post by Bonnie Anita Dyer on Jul 16, 2016 20:41:49 GMT
I WANT TREES INSTEAD OF GRAVESTONES AND NOTHING TO CONFESS
Has a crazy bonbon!
"... It sounds like your mother didn't hold you enough when you were a baby to me." Bonnie said, putting a hand on her hip. With her other arm, she linked with Atticus. The silent bond being a physical form of 'thanks', after so many years of being best friends they didn't even need words anymore.
Even with her support beside her, Bonnie began to feel her head fill with fog. Her brain felt like one of those television channels filled with static. Bonnie blinked slowly, her grip on Atticus tightened, letting him know what was happening. Panic rose in her chest, but she would not let Fergal see the fear in her.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts!" She shouted. Most of the other patients had taken advantage of Bonnie and Atticus's distraction to make their getaway without any trouble. A few lingered behind, keeping a quiet eye on the two - the ones who have been around long enough to know that things were changing and they had to look out for each other.
Whispers began filling Bonnie's head. Whether or not they were actually filling air, Bonnie wasn't sure. A shrill pterodactyl noise escaped her mouth, as she tugged on the ends of her poorly colored hair.
"Fergalicious! I think you should listen to Atty-dear! What did little old us-es do to you? Just ask kindly!" Bonnie was fidgeting slightly more erratically now. When was the last time she actually took her medication? She silently started mouthing nonsense words, something about tip toeing through tulips, if someone were to pay attention to what she was saying. One of the ways she found easiest to cope was music, but it could only help so much.
"What say you let us with off with a pass, Fergie? Just a few mo' minutes of some fresh air, yaknow, and then we'll make it inside. You know you love us!"
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Jul 26, 2016 20:54:37 GMT
Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jul 26, 2016 20:54:37 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] never wanted to dance with nobody but you
Atticus would do anything to protect Bonnie. She had been there for about as long as he had and they looked out for each other. When Drake was booted from Monroeville the second time, Atticus had been destroyed. He wanted to be with the man he loved, but they couldn’t do that to each other. No contact, no spending time together, it was too much and Atticus couldn’t handle it and he couldn’t ask Drake to either. Bonnie had been there for him when he needed her the most. They were always together and it was how it had to be with them. Atticus kept himself a little bit n front of Bonnie, making sure that he would be able to take a brunt of whatever Fergilious wanted to do to them.
He could feel the change in his best friend. She was panicking and he had to get her out of there before they shoved those pills down her throat again. The new ones that made her walk around like a zombie and forget her own name. The ones that took away everything good about Bonnie and replaced it with some sad shell.
Bonnie must have been cheeking her medication again. Atticus stepped in front of her, looking over the orderlie who had broken more of his bones than Atticus ever did rules in the place. “Listen, let me take her back to her room okay?” In a moment of seriousness for Atticus. He wasn’t crazy, they just didn’t have a better place for him. Bonnie had been dealing with hallucinations and Atticus knew enough about her abilities to know that she was able to strike fear in the hearts of millions with a simple wave of her hand.
“Fergilious, let us go back. We didn’t do anything wrong this time.” He knew that flirting with the other man would always buy some time. There was something deliciously uptight about straight men. “Then, if you want, you can do something wrong with me.” He teased, running his hands over Fergal’s orderlie uniform. He would do anything for Bonnie if it meant getting her back to her room with all of her bones intact.
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