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Post by ADAM HAMISH NCNALLY on May 15, 2010 15:08:47 GMT
 His work was challenging but Adam had known that since the moment he had choosen to go down this course. He knew it would involve emotionally scared adults and children and the most difficult of them all teenagers. What he did was to try and help them by expressing themselves in a posistive way through art. It helped let emotions come out, it helped people find something they could do and have some self worth. It also had it's downside in which you sometimes had to use it to find out problems. Looking at drawing done by small children showing parents being murdered wasn't something you wanted to have to look at all the time and luckily Adam didn't. He wasn't one of those people on the front lines. Instead he worked will older paitents, those most in their teens and early adulthood. The ones whose problems were already known and marked down in a file somewhere. The ones who Adam only got his hands on after others had desiphered meanings within drawings and other art work. To be honest most saw him as a glorified art teacher and in someways thats how Adam saw himself.
Today had been ones of those difficult days. He had ones paitent who had turned up late, gave him verbal abuse for about ten mintues and then had left. He also had to deal with one who had decided to decorate the walls instead of the paper in front of them. In know doubt to try and piss him off. The thing was Adam tended not to get annoyed he would just shrug, saw it was wrong and wash the paint off. Some he knew knew no better but others did and it was those who liked to push his buttons. That's if they could find them that is.
Currently Adam was trying to remove the paint from the walls. Unlike most Therapist's he was located in a classroom. Mainly because he needed the space and they weren't being used that much. Plus there were more space to allow storage and art work to be hung up. Adam liked his pupils so to speak to have a project and he needed to have space for them all and to be able to lock them away so they didn't get destroyed by others. The removal of the paint was going well. Luckily it was water based and could be removed by a wet cloth and hot water. A pile of paper towels lay at his feet aswell as the bucket of soapy water. A few more wipes and it would all be gone.
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Post by NELLIE JEZEBEL MULLARI on May 26, 2010 23:38:31 GMT
 *--outfit
Images of broken light
Which dance before me
Like a million lies
They call me on and on
Across the universe
Running. Screaming. Falling. Yelling. Chasing. Fleeing.
Her hair was all but blinding her, but the teen didn’t pull it out of her face yet. No, that would require a degree of caution and she didn’t have time for that now. After everything was over, she would fix everything that was out of kilter; like her skirt and stockings and shirt and she would go find where in the world her left shoe had flown off too. But until then, a little hair in her face was fine as long as she didn’t run headlong into a wall.
Sprinting down the hall was hard in one shoe, Nellie mused. She discarded it after a bit of thought by stepping out of it, half sliding across the linoleum flooring as she ran onward. She heard the voices behind her still, yelling at her and cursing like sailors as she turned a corner. Her legs fell out from under her and she slid across the tiles, her entire body falling sideways like a five and a half foot fall tree. She her screaming ceased for a moment. She flailed blindly, stood up, and managed to continue forward after hitting a row of lockers, ricocheting off them, and flying forward on her not-so-merry way. Her screaming started again.
The other teens wanted to take her outside. After successfully managing to get half of her out the door, they had dropped her struggling form due to awkward handling and she had run off without so much as a pause for breath. Now she was loose in the school, bouncing off other students and leaving some of the more panicky ones in tizzies while the rebels and other annoyed ones joined the growing group that was chasing her. But she could run so fast! Most of the original group was gone due to exhaustion, but it was now filled with others she had unknowingly pissed off.
She spotted through the shaggy curtain obscuring her face an open door and she rushed toward it, sliding headlong inside which a cut off scream as, once again, she hit the floor. She knocked over about four objects, two of which sounded like yellow, and dove into an open cabinet, wedging herself inside before shutting it. It smelled like A-minor and everything felt green, which tipped her off that her Synesthesia was still working and the only other place that smelled like A-minor was the art room. She relaxed a little in the cabinet because she didn’t hear yelling anymore, which meant either the group couldn’t find her or she had successfully evaded them. It was neither actually, the group had run in, seen the staff member she had overlooked, and had run out because none of them wanted the blame to fall on them for the panicking, screaming girl.
“That was a little close.” She said to herself in the darkness, freeing her hands so she could fix her hair now that she was safe. She wondered where her shoes had gone.
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Post by ADAM HAMISH NCNALLY on May 27, 2010 18:33:06 GMT
Adam was nearly done wiping the paint from the wall closest to the door. As he wiped over the area one last time he heard commotion coming from the hallway. He knew that something was up and that it sounded like a crowd was charging through the corridor in pursuit of something or someone. Knowing this place it was more likely to be someone than something. He knew some of the patients liked to make some of the others life's hell. Especially when they found out they had certain conditions. He had seen and heard things that would make you wonder. He had see some of the younger people of the establishment drag other teens outside when they had fear of open spaces. He knew it was something in their minds that made them either think it was funny and they got a kick out of it or they some how thought they were helping.
Sighing and dropping the paper towels he had in his hand on the floor, he made his way towards the door. Within two steps towards the door a figure streaked into his room and disappeared into one of the supply cabinets. The cabinet that held the paper supplies to be exact. The figure which he had made out to be female had knocked paint bottles from one of the desks along with a pile of paper towels. Luckily the paint bottles were sealed closed or there would have been another of cleaning for Adam. Just as he was about to make his way to the cabinet a crowd tried to burst into his room, stopping when they saw him. No doubt this had been another game of cat and mouse. The female holed up in his paper cabinet being the mouse.
Walking over the cabinet and ignoring the mess on the floor Adam tapped on it and said "There gone now if you would like to come out of there".
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Post by NELLIE JEZEBEL MULLARI on May 27, 2010 23:14:50 GMT
*--outfit
Images of broken light
Which dance before me
Like a million lies
They call me on and on
Across the universe
The knock on the cabinet surprised her, to the point that she yelped and jumped, bouncing her head off of a drawer. She whimpered and head her cranium, rocking as she listened to the voice outside. It sounded familiar to her. Moving one arm from her head while the other massaged her scalp, she opened the door slowly, ready to pull it shut if she had to. But outside, in the light, she saw a familiar sight and smiled weakly, recognizing the art teacher slash therapist she had know for some time, ever since he had shown up for college placement and hadn’t seemed to leave.
“H-Hello Mr. McNally." She said, waving a little from inside the cabinet. She hoped she hadn’t disturbed him or his work. Or worse, she might’ve disturbed a student! Climbing out of the cabinet after carefully extricating herself from her pretzel-like position, she stood up to her full height, however diminutive it was, to brush the dust and bits of paper off her. She adjusted her shirt and skirt, standing there in stocking feet looking dazed. “They, ah, were only having fun.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. After all, tossing her outside would give them a bit of gratification for a few days. Then the process would repeat. “And I seem to have misplaced my shoes. Again.” She muttered, looking down at the bottom of her ivory thigh highs where her clogs were supposed to be. Her belt was askew and she fixed that too before checking her necklace and earrings. She looked behind the art teacher, surveying the room and the possible escape routes, and her eyes widened when she saw the disarray.
“Did I make that mess?!” she cried, hand shooting up to her mouth. “I’m so, so sorry, I’ll clean up, let me help.” She went over to right a desk she had toppled over, ashamed of the mess she had caused.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” She kept repeating under her breath, almost like a prayer chant one would hear a monk say. She picked up the paint bottles as well, happy she hadn’t knocked any of them open to create any more of a mess. She was so stupid sometimes.
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Post by ADAM HAMISH NCNALLY on May 31, 2010 19:31:31 GMT
Adam watched as the figure removed itself from his cupboard, revealing it to be Nellie. He wondered how she had even managed to fit herself in such a space, but then again she was tiny. He raised an eyebrow as she explained her reason for hiding and that the other teens had been having fun. " Am sure they were" he replied. He knew they would have been having fun, no matter how cruel the type of fun they were having. He knew thats how most of them got their kicks. By being mean to others. It wasn't always their faults but more their conditions. He looked down at her feet when she made a comment about misplacing her shoes. "Well am sure they will turn up" he told her.
When she moved off saying about her making the mess, he moved off after her. "No it wasn't you, well not all you." he said. It was true only the fallen bottles and table were here fault. The paper towel mess was Adams mess, because of another student of his. "It's fine" he said as he bent down to pick up the mess of paper towels and the bucket full of dirty water. He took them to the sink, dropping the used towels into the bin on the way. Tipping the bucket he poured the dirty water into the sink and down the drain. When empty he put the bucket on the floor and went back over to Nellie. "You don't need to tidy it." he told her.
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