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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 13, 2010 18:31:02 GMT
The only bigger joke than actually being in this hell hole was the therapy they were all supposed to attend. Riley had been here for four years and he could count on both his hands how many sessions he had attended in that time. He like skipping them, upsetting whatever doctors and nurses might be in this place, and he used those terms losely. In his opinion they all would have been better off if a monkey with a bottle of Motrin was running around to diagnose them, and a monkey would be more fun than the stiff-backed, tight-assed doctors that tried to help. Riley had to laugh at that too. They didn't help. They told the students what was wrong with them and then drugged them up on drugs that never seemed to work in the first place and said they were helping. Really, they didn't care.
How was therapy supposed to help anyway? Who honestly said that they were willing to sit down with a group of people and talk about their feelings and problems? Riley was not one of them. His problems were his own and talking about them was not going to do any fucking good whatsoever. He looked around and he knew where he was: he was in a nuthouse. A cirus of an asylum, but an asylum all the same. It was like some bad psychological movie that had no happy ending and the characters were all sorts of fucked up and beyond redemption. His head was full of voices and as always his "imaginary" friend Liam was sitting next to him in an unoccupied chair. Or at least to everyone else it appeared unoccupied. Riley knew better. Liam was as real as anyone else here no matter what anyone said, and he was his only real friend. His family had been the ones that shoved him in here hoping he would find his reality and snap out of his constant daydream and get clean. That was a joke too, and a bad one at that.
"This place needs to burn." Riley looked over, watching Liam look around at everyone in his usual haughty manner. His arms were crossed over his chest, much like Riley's were, and both were leaning back against their chairs in a slouch. The only difference really was that Riley had a cigarette between his lips and Liam didn't. "It's a shit hole. You'd think Sara would have found us a better place."
"Like she had the money," Riley muttered, trying to keep his voice down but it was difficult since it was at a low register to begin with. He took his cigarette between two fingers and blew out a stream of smoke casually.
Liam glanced over at him. he asked in an accusitory voice. "Defending her now?"
Riley shook his head. "No, she's a bitch. She always was." He took another drag of his cigarette, flicking it to get the ashes off of the end. He scratched the end of his nose with one finger, staring up at the ceiling mullishly. Liam seemed satsified because he did not badger Riley about it anymore; he just went back to glaring around the room at anyone that was there. So much for therapy.
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Post by lauren on Apr 14, 2010 14:02:28 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - Stumbling into bed giggling, was just one of those ways that ended the majority of Savan's nights. Curling up under the covers and closing her eyes. She had somehow managed to loose her clothing on her way back to the room. She was sure some guy would have them and gladly return them to her tomorrow. Yet what she hadnt realised was that she had therapy in the morning. She had forgotten all about it and would most likely turn up with one heck of a hangover. Waking up about ten, she groaned and rolled out her bed with one heck of a hangover. Clutching her head she made her way over to the bathroom and shoved everyone else out the way so she could look at herself in the mirror.
Sighing she saw the bags under her eyes and the 'ive got a hangover so fuck off' look about her face. She decided on a nice hot shower. She didnt care who saw her naked so started stripping off in front of the others, a smirk on her face. She got in the warm water and sighed. All the tiredness washing out of her, she was ready to go out and start her day. Washing her long silky brunette hair with her favourite strawberry shampoo she smiled liking the smell. Pushing it through everyone of her silken strands she washed it out and then went to work on her body. Quickly shaving her legs and underarms, she began to wash her body with cherry shower gel. She was out the shower in minutes. It didnt take long for her to go in the shower.
Drying herself off and fixing her hair and make up, she pulled on a pair of leopard print panties and then went to find something to wear. She didnt bother about a bra because she knew what she wanted to wear. Slipping on the dress, and pulling on the shoes. She took a few pain killers for her head and added a few accessories. Including sunglasses. She looked stunning as always. Pushing a hand through her hair she grinned, ready to go. Having previously brushed her teeth, making them gleaming white. She looked to her little diary and saw she had therapy. Checking the time she cussed and rushed down to it.
Pushing the door open dramatically she smirked. "Sorry i'm late... lost track of time." She chuckled softly in her Romanian accent. She took a seat next to a guy and raised an eyebrow he seemed to be talking to himself. "Uh.. are you okay?" She asked him. - - - - - - - - - - NOTES - Hope its okay OUTFIT - Hurrr
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 14, 2010 14:51:13 GMT
The doctor was not here yet, but Riley was not surprised. There were only a few others here with him. Apparently when they said small-group therapy they meant it. Not that he expected it to help at all. He rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair with his free hand. There had once been a time in his life when he cared what he looked like. Waking up in time enough to get ready for school and get dressed in an attempt to look normal and acceptable. And then he reached the age of reason to realize it did not matter how he looked, he was still not normal and unacceptable. He had never fit inside that little box and he knew he never would. That was the difference between himself and his family: he knew he was born into a shit hole and he would die in a shit hole. They still seemed to think that if they faught hard enough they could get out of it, something which made Riley laugh almost at the very thought. They were even more dellusional than he was.
He blew another stream of smoke out, snubbing his cigarette out on the edge of his chair. He would have another in a few minutes, he was sure. The nicotine helped to calm him, take the edge off. It also was a substitute for the heroin he was so used to having in his system. He had a little in him now, but it was wearing off and he could feel it. He wanted to go back to his room and take another hit, but he knew that was impossible. He was here now and knowing his luck the second he stood up the doctor would walk in and he did not need to arouse suspicion. If he did, they would search his room, take his stash, and most likely he would be thrown into confinment for a day or two. That was the worst punishment and the only one he really feared. If he was left alone, there was no escape from the constant torment his mind put him through. At least out here he could try to talk to someone, distract himself.
The door opened, but it was not the doctor. Instead, it was a very...well, she was hot, there was no way around that. But she was overdressed, at least in Riley's opinion. Who was she trying to look good for? She had to know this was an asylum, meaning no one cared how anyone else looked, at least not really. For himself he had managed to find a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, which was good enough for him. Then again, he had no one to impress. There was no need to even attempt to look good.
"She's hot." Riley looked over at Liam, smirking a bit and nodding. The girl, whoever she was, came over, sitting down next to him. Liam managed to get up in time to avoid her sitting on him, looking at her angrily now. "I take it back, she's a bitch." Riley gave him a warning look, and Liam glared right back and with a shrug slouched of to sit somewhere else. Riley scratched the back of his neck, laughing a bit under his breath. "No, I'm perfect," he said sarcastically. Honestly, did he look okay? No one was okay here.
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Post by lauren on Apr 14, 2010 20:41:37 GMT
As she flounced on by her perfume and the scent of her hair seemed to swirl around her like a cloud of fragrance. She always made sure she could smell her perfume, before leaving her dorm. She had a thing about unclean. Everything had to be clean and tiny, germ free. She had OCD, but it wasn't a major issue. She was here for her sex and nothing more. Getting into your teacher during a lesson was deemed unacceptable apparently. To her it was just a normal day but to all the other kids that saw, it was like Christmas had come early. All of them getting to see one of the most hottest girls in school getting down on someone.
She raised an eyebrow at his rude remark and chuckled softly. "Rude but okay..." She shrugged her shoulders, flicking a piece of her hair out her face. She hated just sitting there having no one to talk to or look at so she decided she would speak to the rude kid. "So... what are you here for?" She smirked. She seemed to be enjoying this whole thing way to much. But it was true, she found this amusing as if it was a challenge her foster parents had set her to overcome. And she was going to do it, hell she was. But she wasnt going to let them take sex away from her. It was one of those things she really had to have.
Crossing one leg over the other in a very lady like manner, she kept her shades on because she had a headache and the bright lights would just hurt her eyes even more.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 14, 2010 21:01:20 GMT
His nostrils were assulted by her perfume, but not in a bad way by any means. Whatever soap or cologne he managed to get on in the morning was usually drowned out by the smoke from his cigarettes by now. Maybe it was his mother being what she was, which was nothing more than a whore to begin with, or being brought up around it constantly, but sex to him was nothing except for a way to get off and relax afterward for a bit. Maybe that made him a bit of an addict, but he was not nearly as bad as some of the people in here, and he had an addictive personality to begin with. Not that he was a joy to be around...he would never say that. No, anything that came near him he could find a way to become addicted to it. Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, sex...it didn't matter. He got something out of it all and that was all he needed. It made him no more special than anyone else in here, and he knew that. At least he could admit it.
Liam smirked. "Man, you know how to make a first impression," he said. Riley glared at him again, gaining nothing more than another smirk and a chuckle from his friend. He brought a finger upt his mouth, chewing on the nail, or what remained of it. Another one of his many nervous habits. "Drug addiction and schizophrenia," he muttered, pulling his finger from his mouth before he drew blood and instead fishing in his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter instead. He found them, pulling them out and, shaking the packet, earned himself a cigarette, lighting it up and feeling the nicotine starting to ebb some of the worry away.
He chanced a glance at her legs, smirking a bit as she crossed them. Long legs like that was always a turn on, but the look Liam was currently giving him was saying don't even think about it.
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Post by lauren on Apr 14, 2010 21:15:46 GMT
She bobbed her head slightly and gave a toothy smile. "Is that who you were talking to just a few seconds ago?" She asked, with one manicured eyebrow raised. She watched him pull out his cigarettes and take a draw. She hadnt really been into smoking but she did so every now and then. It was basically just a trend thing. She could smell the scent of the cigarette on him anyway meaning he must hit them pretty hard. She wasnt going to judge him, in fact she wouldnt judge anyone. She was opinionated sure but she couldnt judge. If someone was to judge her then she would be pretty tore up. She wasnt a saint, anyone could tell that just by looking at her.
She let her icy blue eyes pass round the room there had to be only another three people present. The smoker, herself another two males and a female. She knew she was over dressed but she didnt care. She took pride in her appearance and wouldnt leave her dorm in anything less. But the thing was, under the dress there was very little to cover. She enjoyed showing flesh, but in a more high class hooker sort of way. The sort of girl who would dress up as a secretary and get spanked over a desk. This was defiantly her. She had no bra on and only had a pair of flimsy leopard print panties on.
Relaxing in the seat, she played with the expensive necklace round her neck and waited for an interesting conversation or for the doctor to appear. She was pretty bitchy in that sense. If she didnt think a conversation was going anywhere she would walk away.It was just her nature. She didnt want to waste her life just listening to pointless things. Yet somehow the lad in front of her interested her greatly. There was something about him that made her want to look closer.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 14, 2010 21:37:46 GMT
She was judging him, she had to be. Everyone here judged him, but then again he was guilty of the same thing. Everyone judged everyone else, whether they admitted it or not. So far, all he knew about her was that she was in the asylum and she was hot as hell, but that didn't mean much more than a good fuck and then walking away. Or that was his immediate feeling. Then again, she was still sitting there after he told her about his conditions, when most of the time he was looked at with pity or even fear at times. Apparently being a sex addict or a cutter or something along those lines was alright to put up with but as soon as someone met a genuinely insane person (or so he classified himself) it was all hands up in defeat and walking away slowly so they did not catch it either.
Not this girl, though. Liam snorted, shaking his head. Riley nodded, not meeting her eyes on that one. Normally he was fairly daring and not afraid to look anyone in the eye, but admitting that you were talking to someone no one else could see or hear or even touch was one of those time when you averted your eyes. He cleared his throat, blowing a fine trail of smoke from between his lips and offering her the packet in his hand. "So what are you here for?" he asked.
"Who cares, her legs go up to Canada," Liam said, gaining yet another glare from Riley. "Shut up," he muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. Riley scratched his arm, almost itching for a fix. His forearms were nothing but track marks and a few scars from an attempted suicide, but he had failed at stopping his heroin addiction and he could not even kill himself properly. "You got a name?" he asked, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes again.
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Post by lauren on Apr 14, 2010 21:50:52 GMT
Smiling as he offered her the packet she took one and light it up. "Thanks." She said taking a draw and blowing the smoke out. "Sex." She chuckled. "Apparently doing it with your teacher during class gets you a one way ticket to this place." She smirked. Shrugging her shoulders, she took another draw from the cigarette. It had been a while since she had last smoked. She had to admit these cigs were a little strong for her liking but she was going to smoke it anways.
She raised an eyebrow as he said shut up and realised he must have been talking to whoever it was he saw. She didnt say anything at all just smiled gently. Sometimes she could be all nice and friendly, but other times she could be a complete tear your face off bitch. But just now she wasnt going to be like that. She was going to be kind and actually continue this conversation with this guy. He seemed interesting, beyond any other in the school that she had met so far.
"My name is Savan, Savan Kiara Vega." She chuckled. It was a mouthful but it sounded nice when she said it due to her Romanian accent. "And yourself?" She looked back into his eyes. Eye contact was always good. Whenever she was talking to someone she always looked to their eyes. Some people found this very disturbing or uncomfortable but it was just polite.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 14, 2010 22:05:15 GMT
Riley snorted. So she was one of the sex addicts. Normally he would take advantage of that, but so far Liam did not seem to like her much. Riley could read it all over his face. She might be incredibly good-looking but if Liam was getting a bad vibe then something had to be off. Maybe she had something else wrong with her, or it might be that she came from money. That much was obvious. Her clothing screamed money and that necklace would have cost a pretty penny or two. Riley owned nothing nice like that and he came from practically nothing. He was sure that was playing into some factor as to why he was not jumping her bones right this minute.
He nodded as she took a cigarette, placing the packet back in his pocket as she lit hers and took a drag. Riley perched his own between his fingers, flicking the end to chase the ashes off. "That would probably do it," he said, laughing a bit at the thought. "If fucking your teacher on a desk doesn't make people want to throw you away I don't know what does."
"How about a complete nutjob like you?" Liam asked. For a moment Riley thought about picking somethign up and throwing it at him, but talking to apparently thin air was bad enough without him throwing something at it. Well, to everyone else it was thin air; to him it was an absolute reality no matter what anyone told him otherwise. "Riley James Tyler, but Riley or RJ works," he said, picking up that she was not from around here. Small world. "So where'd you come from?"
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Post by lauren on Apr 15, 2010 14:47:42 GMT
Nodding her head and chuckling again softly, she licked her lips gently. Her red lipstick smudging in a little, her lips were perfectly lined with the red stick. The red went with her dark hair and light eyes. Also it gave her a more authoritative look, like she was in charge sort of thing. She liked to be in charge, and she didnt like when others try to take her spot. She could be very very horrible to anyone who tried. It was just how she rolled.
"Have to admit though, it was a pretty good day. That teacher.. well he could move." She chuckled again. Dirty minded wasnt even the half of it. She was like a guy, could turn anything you say into something completely and utterly cringe worthy. She was just the sort of person that made you blush just by standing beside her. Not only for her looks but the way she acted. She was very full on with everyone whether they liked it or not. She wasnt scared to kiss a girl or hold the girls hand, in fact she liked it. She was bi-sexual, because she just wasnt fussy, as long as it was sex she couldnt care who with.
"Nice to meet you Riley." She grinned, looking at him through her shades. She took a draw from her cig and gently tapped the end. Letting the ash fall to the floor without even a backwards glance. She did what she wanted when she wanted. "Im from Romania originally. But now im just a little foster kid, stuck in this place by stupid snobby foster parents." She smirked. Pushing the glasses from her eyes she winced slightly but let her eyes adjust to the sudden light.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 15, 2010 17:40:33 GMT
Riley had to raise his eyebrows on that one. Weren't teachers supposed to be old bags with graying hair and no sense of life anymore? Liam looked over at him with a similar expression of mild surprise on his face. "She's a freak, man." Riley nodded mutely, knowing what he meant. They were all freaks here, that was no secret. She was most like a freak in bed was what Liam was getting at, and Riley had to agree. Anyone who would fuck their teacher in front of a class had to know some tricks between the sheets.
"Wicked," he muttered, taking another pull of his cigarette. "I have to admit though, a teacher would not be my first person to run to for sex." Then again he had barely gone to class as it was and he had no hot teachers whatsoever, so maybe he was wrong. She could be into that whole fantasy thing too, that roleplaying bit that he simply did not understand the appeal of. To each their own, he supposed. So long as the sex was good then there was no reason to dwell on how weird it might be.
Those glasses were a bit disconcerting. It was like he was in the Matrix or something, except instead of guys in suits it was a hot girl in a tight-fitting dress, which he knew was more dangerous than a man any day of the week. "Yeah, you too." Liam shook his head, rolling his eyes and Riley glared at him again, a silent word of "shut up" crossing his features. So she was a foster kid to rich parents. It was the same thing, though. If they were rich, she was rich. It was as simple as that. "I see. Mind if I ask you something?" he asked, blowing another stream of smoke out. "How is it that someone that looks like you and obviously comes from a family like yours get to be in this place? There has to be better places than this out there."
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Post by lauren on Apr 15, 2010 18:23:35 GMT
"Awh.. this wasnt like a normal teacher. He didnt have the grey hair and glasses. He was a student teacher, about twenty five, tall, muscular.... nice ass.. phew.. he was hot." She chuckled. He really had been hot. His accent was to die for, it was true scottish lads were gorgeous. He had been a monster in bed too. It was just a shame the poor guy got fired afterwards, even though she said she was the one who seduced him and not the other way about. Which was of course the truth.
"Sure go ahead.. ask away." She said, finishing off the cigarette and dropping it down on the floor before crushing it out with her foot. She raised an eyebrow and then shrugged. "They are ashamed of me.. apparently i take them for granted. Sure they love me and all that but they wanted to teach me a lesson. Its more of a competitive relationship we have. Its like a game, i have to show them i can win by going through with this. I have to show them that i wont be on the phone crying to get back home. So far its them been crying to come and get me but i've refused. Showing im the bigger person in this. Y'know what i mean?" She grinned.
She was always good at the games they played. Winning the majority of them. She wasnt one to give up, she was very strong willed.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 15, 2010 19:31:45 GMT
"Well, that's more than I ever wanted to know," he said, taking another pull of his cigarette as she continued. "Niiightmaaares," Liam said in a singsong voice, to which Riley would have to agree. He had no problem with gays or bi-sexuals, he simply did not swing that way and therefore thinking of another guy like that was not much of an option to him. All of his teachers had been old and glasses, the typical teachers and on one hand he was glad and then a bit disappointed. Saying that he fucked one of his teachers would have been good bragging rights.
She went on to explain why she was here, aside from her condition. "Those bitches," he muttered, blowing out more smoke and putting his cigarette out on the side of his chair, tossing it to the floor. It was not as though he cared how this place looked, after all. It could be top-notch, it was still an asylum. He shook his head, shrugging carelessly. "No, not really. I've been here for four years and I doubt my mother remembers that I'm even gone. My oldest sister chucked me in here to clear her own conscience and I've been here ever since." His family did not give a damn about him. Then again, they were not real family. Half of his blood meant half of his attention, and even then it was pushing it. At least she had foster parents that cared about her. That was more than he could say about his own birth mother.
Strong will and pride be damned, Riley knew that this was a nuthouse and he was staying there for a good long while. Family ties, friends...none of it mattered in the long run. What a pessimist.
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Post by lauren on Apr 16, 2010 9:24:02 GMT
Chuckling softly, she nodded her head. "Sorry, just thought you wanted an insight of why i was put here." She smirked. She wasn't ashamed of who she was, she wasn't ashamed of what she did either. She honestly couldnt care what others thought of her. Pulling her shades from her hair, the silken strands falling down and into her face. She swiped them back with one flick of her hand, getting the scent of the strawberry from her hair it brought a smile to her face.
"Four years? Wow sorry, you must hate this place..." She frowned. Feeling pretty sorry for him after what he had said. She touched his knee with one hand just gently, no sexual impulse implied. "Hey... don't let them get to you. I know they are your family and all but i'm sure you will find someone and start your own family. It's just one of those things, that you just have to forget. Put to the past and look to the future." She shrugged.
Moving on was just one of those things that she had had to learn. It had been a crucial part of her life since the start. Getting passed from one family to the next was horrible. It gave her a feeling that she wasnt wanted. Thus leading her to Anorexia. But she was recovering and getting healthy. Her new foster parents, the rich snobby ones were the most permanent household she had had. She had been with them almost two years now and she was pretty happy.
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Post by RILEY JAMES TYLER on Apr 16, 2010 16:04:46 GMT
Riley snorted, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. "Insight maybe, but not the dirty details." Liam started laughing. "You mean not the dirty details of the guy. Finding out more about her you wouldn't mind." Riley desperately wanted to go over and hit him, but how would it look for him to hit apparently thin air? She probably thought he was already nuts for admitting to talking to imaginary people. Going over to hit said invisible person would just make it worse.
Riley shrugged, starting to chew his fingernails now that his cigarette was done. "It's either here or home, and right now I would rather be here," he muttered. He hated his house and everyone in it. Or almost. He adored McKenna, and she was the sweetest girl out there, but now she was stuck with their mother in that pit and he could not have been angrier with himself, or his sister for putting him here. That was the only reason he would ever leave here, because he literally had nowhere else to go and no means of getting there.
He glanced down when she put her hand on his knee, unsure what to make of it. Was this some sort of pity vote from her? He did not need that. Pity was useless. He glanced back up at her, frowning slightly. "My family is a bunch of drug-addicted nutjobs with over-excited sex drives." He didn't want a family. He was unfit for that lot in life and he did not want to bring any more kids into the world with his family's genes. "The evil ends with me."
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