whats a girl to do? // DARWIN // open

[mar]

and when your dreams are on
a train to train wreck town

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Ebb did not wake up happy this morning. As such, breakfast turned into a morbid affair. Because of that, her doctor visit had turned dull. She hated therapy, especially because she had to have it at least every three days. Plus, she wasn’t good at sharing her deepest feelings and the chances of doing so with a doctor she hardly knew were second to nil. While she enjoyed the activities to some extent, therapeutic books and the such, Ebb found she had no talent for theories or concepts, much less experiments and (shudder…) emotive analysis. Getting into mischief and trouble was well and all, but it wasn’t a practical talent. Even Ebeline knew that she would probably be a beggar on the streets if she was not hold up in this Asylum.

And now it was drawing late into the evening, and Ebeline had no intention of doing to bed. Her nurse had insisted she watch Ebb take her sleeping sedatives, and check underneath her tongue afterward (what a cunt) but Ebeline was sneaky and threw them up in the girls bathroom. Carrying around a few of her favorite books, she wandered the halls of the asylum, peeking around corners, quickly jogging past staff so she wouldn't be noticed, examining interesting artifacts that caught her eye. Evenings were wonderful, dinner was easier to sneak away from than any other meal, and her therapist was becoming easier to dodge.

No sleeping tonight, no sir. Ebeline was determined to stay awake all night. Just the thought of those nightmarish dreams made scared to even shit her eyelids. But they were getting a little droopy... sigh, this place could be so terrible. Nothing to stimulate the mind. Unless she could find one of those elusive druggie kids, they always had some sort of 'upper' that could get her going. She probably wouldn't find one lurking around these corridors, though..

then i ask you now, what's a girl to do?

[lauren2]

Tired really wasnt the word, Darwin was exhausted. He wandered round the corridors hoping to find someone with some drugs. He needed a hit, one that was either in pill form or powder. He itched for it, properly itched. Groaning he walked through the corridors in his jeans and hoddie combo. His hood pulled up over his head so no one could see his face. He had recently been in a fight and had a really nasty bruise on the right side of his face, it had gone purple/yellow and was really making him look horrible. He had fought with a lad over drugs, the lad having promised to give him a set amount of coke if Darwin gave him some money. However the kid was pretty clever, took the money and tried to run but Darwin was quicker, more agile. He got the drugs and the money and gave the lad a trip to the hospital.

He had used all the coke though and his therapist was going nuts. He had to go see her that day and had been that high he had forgot he was in the asylum for that problem and turned up high to his therapy. Ending him a day in confinement and a rather horrible strip search. Yet now he had the balls to laugh about it all. He didnt care what people thought of him or what they were trying to do to help him. He just wanted to be left alone, alone so he could take drugs, drink and kill himself if he wanted to. Yet he never got the chance to cause he was sent to the god forsaken place.

Walking towards the upper corridors, he lent against a window and yawned. He would wait to see if there was anyone around he could buy or share drugs with.