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Post by hoshi on Mar 27, 2013 11:59:25 GMT
 but you'll never know the next move she'll make [/size][/color] you can try but it is useless to ask why
After another successful pillage of pills and evading questions from the nurses, the hybrid proceeded to quietly make her way to the doors that would take her to the back of the hospital, and into the greenery that surrounded it. Hoshi had no idea of the purpose of building a small park that did nothing but allow sick people to loiter around, but she assumed that everyone did tire of staring at nothing but the white-washed walls of the hospital. Being quite the regular at the hospital because of her disorder, she was spared any sort of interrogation from the nurses that fortunately did not know her. Though Hoshi refused any form of treatment for the sake of herself, she however, was more than willing to steal pills from the supply cabinet rather than properly seek help from a therapist. What good would it do anyway? Heck, the pretense of being under one was already working well enough for her, and everyone had yet to find out that she was playing the role of a thief every time she so much as visited.
Trailing behind her was a long, white sheet, 'conveniently' taken from a nearby linen cupboard. In her other hand, she carried a small, wicker basket. The activity that she had planned had always been something that she wanted to try, but never found the right place to initiate it. After weeks of pondering, the brunette finally came to the conclusion that the hospital grounds were perfect. Everyone there was already fucked up or sick, no one would give a crap. Sitting herself down on a nearby bench, the hybrid proceeded to spread the sheet over her lap, and opened the wicker basket. Rolls of thread in a variety of colors were pulled out, and a long, thin needle. Without wasting anytime, the woman began to stitch, sewing down words that only she could hear as a result of her hallucinations.
There were so many words. She had lost the number of time she had pricked her finger with the needle. And because she had not made the effort to stop and ponder her works, words continued to appear all over the sheet, in a myriad of colors. If anyone had decided to approach her at this very moment and take a look at her handiwork, they would have noticed her strange choice of words on the sheet, such as 'run', 'thank you', 'god bless', and so on and so forth. It was a perpetual sea of words in a blanket of white.
And then the needle slipped from her fingers, pink thread trailing behind it as it fell onto the grass. It took Hoshi moments to realize that it was gone, and the fact that she wasn't sewing down words anymore. Startled, she glanced up from her work to look at her bleeding fingers, ruby droplets of blood blossoming from them.
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Post by JONATHAN PATRICK REEVES on Apr 13, 2013 17:07:25 GMT
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He was now officially lost, not having lived in this city long and not needing to visit the hospital or anything of the sort before he didn't really know his way around. Having just had his hand put back together, it was a clean break they had assured him so really it would heal all the better for it, he was now just walking not being able to find his way out. You'd think that the place would have been less confusing and full of signs for people to follow, but it wasn't. Even if it had been Jon wasn't sure whether he would have been able to follow them, the painkillers clouding his mind. He went through one door and then the next, this continued for what seemed like hours, door after door non of them the right one. He opened the next one and sighed, this had to be the one. There was greenery everywhere and it looked like the exit into the outside. But giving it a closer look he realised that once again it was a dead end.
He resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to ask for help. It was something he liked doing but he'd already wasted enough time getting nowhere. He stopped for a second and scanned the area for anyone that seemed to know the way out. His eyes locked on a girl sitting on a bench, from this angle he couldn't see what she was doing but she seemed harmless enough. Slowly walking towards her he took her in, as much of her as he could see really. She looked young, well younger then him and somehow she looked at home here. Maybe it was because she'd been here a long time, maybe not. He stopped on spot when he noticed the papers on her lap, he wasn't sure what exactly she was doing but it looked to be out of the norm.
Shrugging he continued on his way, he needed to get out of here, there were still things to do, time in the day to be used up and really he didn't want to waste that time in the hospital. ''Hey.'' Jonathan's voice rang out loud and clear, leaving nothing to be misinterpreted. It was then that he managed to make out more of what was going on, her hands were bleeding and she almost seemed oblivious to it, Jonathan quickened his pace noticing how when it was a needle in her hands. He was in front of her now, the needle slipping into the grass he stood before her now. Not sure how to react to what he had just seen. In his mind it had worked a lot better, but he was no hero and really didn't know how to go about helping her. ''Are you crazy? Should be more careful when handlin' sharp things, didn't your parents teach you that.'' He sounded almost bitter but really, he didn't know what was going on in her head, what had lead her to drawing her own blood.
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NOTES: Hope you don't mind me snatching this up. :)
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Post by hoshi on Apr 28, 2013 7:22:15 GMT
but you'll never know the next move she'll make [/size][/color] you can try but it is useless to ask why
Hoshi couldn't help but stare in morbid shock and awe at the sight of her bleeding hands. Blood continued to pour profusely from her fingers, but she didn't make any move to try clotting it. She knew that they would eventually, the immortal blood in her would take over soon enough and heal the wound. But because of the dog in her, it would take longer than any usual immortal in her, because well. shifter genes was mortal. Her brown eyes continued to look calmly at the pricked wounds, finding herself becoming more and more fascinated by them with each second that passed by. It would be quite an eerie sight to any spectator if they were looking at her now, a tiny girl wonderstruck at the sight of her own blood at the cause of her own doing. It was different though if someone else had inflicted the wounds on her, she would have had their heads immediately.
The sudden call towards her broke through her lines of thought, and slowly, the hybrid's eyes rose to meet the brown eyes of a man. She narrowed her eyes at the new stranger, placing her bleeding hands on the embroidered white sheet, gazing blankly at him with quiet calmness. The question made her want to laugh psychotically, she was indeed crazy. Pretty much most of the patients were in this hospital anyway, and even if she wasn't included, she was already nuts. Initially, she would have already started running away at the assumption, but Hoshi's time in Manuka had made her learn how to channel her fear into brash, rough bluntness. It made her stand tall and firm on her own two feet. It gave her the impression that she really had no idea how to properly socialize and think before she spoke, but it was still progress from running away from everything that so much as spooked her or attacking them.
"I am crazy." Hoshi replied matter-of-factly, already feeling her wounds beginning to clot and stopping the bleeding. "And my parents didn't have time to teach me shit, because they are dead." She didn't need to add that she had killed them out of her paranoia, that information was irrelevant for the time being. The man didn't need to know more about what he saw in front of him. Hoshi raised the now bloodied white sheet in front of her, taking her time to read the words that she had sewn down again before placing it back down again. Her hands rested on top of it, preventing it from falling.
"Who are you?" she asked bluntly, bending down to pick up the needle in the grass. Removing the thread, she placed it back into the little wicker basket. Her eyes never left the boy's, and she continued to stare unblinkingly at him, waiting patiently for an answer she was certain that she was going to get.
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Post by JONATHAN PATRICK REEVES on May 14, 2013 16:23:34 GMT
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When the girl stared straight at him Jonathan didn't know what to do, her eyes told him so much. It wasn't a surprise to him that they looked a little feral, maybe he had been more right then he had meant to when he accused her of being crazy in passing. The way she looked at him made him almost take one step back, he felt as if he was the crazy one. The girl was so still, observing him and he didn't like the way her eyes were scrutinizing him. It made him feel like he wasn't himself, made his skin itch. It was the gaze that made him want to know more about her, why was she here? Jon had no doubt that she was a patient, you didn't come across people like that out in the real world.
Her bluntness at proclaiming that she wasn't completely sane didn't faze him, the stare had put him of enough but now he was ready for anything that she could throw at him. He had been off guard when he had first encountered her but now the walls were fully up. ''Huh, bad choice of words then I guess, my bad.'' He shrugged it off as if it hadn't unnerved him. At first he had thought that she was going to do something rash, something stupid and now he was almost a hundred percent sure that it was a huge possibility. Though really it was the ones in denial who you had to be more careful with, they didn't know what they were capable of, and the girl in front of him sure seemed like she knew. ''So that's what you're in for, being crazy? Or is there more to that lovely story.'' You could practically see the sarcasm flowing of his words, being crazy was not something you would describe as being lovely. It was one of the furthest things from it. Being here for more then a day seemed like a prison to Jonathan, he needed his own space and this didn't seem big enough to him, it seemed claustrophobic.
The girl seemed to be on the move again, Jon couldn't quite make out what she had done with the things in her hands, all he could see and really smell was the blood that she had used to do it with. Her own blood that was, or at least he hoped it was. ''What we're you tryin' to achieve with that, you know the blood and stuff?'' He wondered whether she would appreciate his bluntness, she didn't come across to him as the kind of person who liked to be played with and finding out may have intrigued him but the moment wasn't right then. Alot relied on a good moment and good timing in life and Jon liked to think he had that. ''I'm a lost stranger at the moment but I usually go by Jonathan, but right now I'm far more interested in that basket, you willin' to help me satisfy my curiosity?''
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