Group Therapy Room

Subject: Group Therapy Room Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:09 am

This is where patients and staff alike meet every other day for collective group therapy and so that the staff may observe and note how the patients interact with others.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Thu Oct 28, 2010 3:40 pm

Lovino Vargas took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself and glanced around the room nervously. It may have been brightly lit and otherwise pleasant-looking, but to him, the circle of empty chairs seemed nothing close to inviting. He didn't want to be here, dammit! He had avoided seeing the other patients for so long...but an orderly had appeared this morning and told him he was scheduled for an appointment in the group therapy room at 1:00. She had told him it was mandatory. And he had told her to fuck off. She had left him with a warning, though- that either he would go to group therapy himself or there would be someone sent to make sure he did. Lovino hated being handled by anyone...so he had slunk here reluctantly. But why'd I have to come so fuckin' early? There was no one else in the room. The counselor hadn't even shown up yet, and here Lovino was, waiting around like an idiot. All because he had been too hasty in leaving, fearing someone would come for him.

Unconsciously, he started trembling. Damn...he didn't even know what he was getting himself into. What kind of people would show up here? They would probably all be fucking crazy. Lovino didn't know how to react to people he didn't understand. He still felt like he didn't belong here at all. I'm not a psycho. I-I just... Lovino drew his legs up onto the seat with him and buried his face in his knees, hugging them close. He could feel his whole body shaking now and hated it. He needed someone, dammit. And not just anyone. Someone he could trust. But there was only one person like that left for him in the world, and he hadn't a damn clue where he was.

Shit...Come back, Toni...

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:25 pm

She was running really late.

It wasn't her fault, not truly. When she'd signed up for this job, she had genuinely believed that the most she would do outside of the kitchen was maybe taking meals to a few of the less dangerous patients. Instead, being the new girl, and being the youngest on the staff, seemed to have named her as the errand girl. The moment she'd clocked in, she was given a set number of tasks, along side the helping in the kitchen.

Only two hours into her shift, and she was exhausted. If it weren't for the pay, she would be backing out of this job and looking elsewhere. However, she needed the money, and she did enjoy watching the kitchen's head cook, and she wouldn't dare call the woman a true chef, she was far from it. The woman was really quite amusing, even if her cooking was mediocre for the most part.

However, she could do without some of the doctor's using her as a messenger, or even just the nurses! Really, she wasn't used to running around like this, and her pass wouldn't allow her entrance to some of the places they sent her. Not to mention, the various things she got stuck carrying could be really heavy.

Especially books. At the moment she carried three thick books, with hard covers, the edges pushing against her stomach painfully, with every move she made. She'd carried the horrid books from two floors down. The doctor who was supposed to be running the Group Therapy that should be starting soon, had asked her earlier to bring them up. Preferably before Therapy started.

One of the nurses told her, while she was running up a flight of stairs, that the Therapy sessions always took a bit longer to start, because there were always patients that refused to leave their rooms. This had calmed her a bit, but not enough to let her slow down by much.

Pausing by the door of the room, she listened closely, but didn't hear anyone. Taking a calming breath, she moved in, and nearly dropped the books when she spotted someone sitting in a chair around the circle, all huddled up. She tried to place him, though since she couldn't see his face, there wasn't a chance to recognize him.

She was really only able to remember the faces and names of a few of the patients. The ones that were pointed out to her, had been the ones that were particularly violent, or would sexually harass her. Even with them, she sometimes had trouble.

Gulping, she walked into the room, trying to be quiet. Trying not to seem skittish, or like she was staring, she crossed to the chair that was designated for the doctor, and set the books on it. Chewing on her lip, turned and looked at the man, who seemed to be trembling. "Um... A-are you okay?"

She could have slapped herself, for such a stupid question. She was in a mental hospital, none of the patients, and over half the staff were so far from 'okay', it wasn't even amusing. But... what else do you say to a stranger who's obviously upset?

She just hoped he wouldn't lash out, or attack her.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Fri Oct 29, 2010 9:40 pm

As nervous and uptight as he was, Lovino really should have been more alert. His thoughts were all on Antonio at the moment, though, and if he thought about his foster brother long enough, it made it easier for him to shut out the rest of the world and all the fears that came with it. At the same time, it also made him horribly depressed. He held onto every memory like it was the only thing that mattered. They all felt so far out of his reach. He remembered how Toni used to cook his favorite foods for him, like spaghetti with meatballs, especially when Lovino was looking down or having a bad day. That bright smile and cheerful attitude always made him feel better, even if he had tended to hide his happiness under a frown and express his gratitude with a simple "thanks" before digging into whatever Toni had prepared for him. That guy knew how much he loved it. He never had to embarrass himself to make a show out of it.

Then there had been that stupid guitar. Antonio loved that thing. He must have been as attached to it as Lovino was to his own childhood instrument. Hey, Lovi, go get your tambourine! We'll play together. The smooth strumming of guitar strings and the soft beat and clanging of his grandfather's keepsake...Lovino could remember their sounds perfectly. His foster brother would laugh and tell him that they made a good team, that they sounded so great together. Lovino had often complained when Toni had made up songs about him or teased him while strumming on that thing- but God, he would have given anything to hear it now.

Why hadn't the Carriedos told him anything, dammit? Obviously there was something wrong. Toni wouldn't have just gone off and disappeared unless maybe...Could he have been looking for him? Was it his fault that his foster brother was missing? But those looks on his parent's faces...Something must have gone down, something no one was willing to talk about. These kinds of secrets tortured Lovino more than anything. Fuck, didn't he have the right to know? What made the bastards think it'd be a good idea to lock him up here and not tell him anything? He was having so much trouble sleeping these days, and his weakened state made his trembling fits more violent. He felt like he was always shaking now.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he didn't even notice when someone finally walked in the room. She was so quiet, and Lovino still had his face hidden, so it wasn't until she spoke to him that he even knew she was there. The Italian jumped up in surprise, which in turn, started up the quaking that had been slowly been dissipating again. He locked his eyes on her fearfully, but calmed down a bit once he studied her for a moment. She didn't seem like a threat to him or even that crazy. Actually, with the way she asked him if he was okay, it was more likely that she worked there. Since this was really his first time out of his room, Lovino didn't recognize her, of course.

He put his feet back down on the floor and straightened up a bit in an attempt to look more relaxed, but kept his gaze averted.

"I-I'm fine, dammit..." he mumbled under his breath.

He didn't need some stranger worrying about him. He just wanted to be back in the place that he knew, with the people that really cared about him...As if there was any hope for that soon.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Sun Oct 31, 2010 3:33 pm

She jumped when he did, despite knowing that she'd shocked him when she spoke, and the way he looked at her. Like she was going to do something horrible to him, made her ache inside. He started to shake, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moving forward.

Instead, she stood her ground, ready to run if he tried to attack, but otherwise relaxed. Waiting, watching him. Noticing how his eyes wouldn't look at her, she hesitantly took a step closer. She was nearly within arms reach, when she realized she'd moved at all, and froze.

Nervously, because she didn't know what to say to him really, and it wasn't truly her place to interfere, at least not with any of the older, more experianced, nurses around to keep an eye on her; she gave the sweetest smile she could muster. Keeping her voice soft, and mellow, "You're waiting for the Group Therapy session to start, oui? It might take them a little longer, because it takes time to get some of the patients to leave their rooms."

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:34 pm

Lovino tried to regain control over himself and stop his quivering. He didn't want to appear weak in front of anyone, but it was so hard to hide his fear. He felt very self-conscious as he watched the lady approach him slowly out of the corner of his eye. She probably thinks I'm a coward. Just a pathetic trembling mess...No one here takes me seriously, dammit. They all treat me like I'm gonna break or something. I'm so sick of everyone trying to hold my fucking hand.

At the same time, though...he needed that damned hand. Lovino couldn't handle being alone for so long, couldn't handle being ignored. His time on the streets had messed him up badly. He thought he had been running away from the hurt the Carriedos had inflicted upon him through their rejection, but he had really been digging himself into a deeper hole of loneliness and distrust. There, as a homeless young man, no one had paid him any mind. Those that did notice him, treated him with utter disgust, and not once had anyone bothered to show him any kindness. He had been just a filthy bum to him, not a well-bred Italian boy from the wealthy family he had been born into. Not someone who was worth giving a damn about. What had happened to him? Lovino remembered looking into a broken mirror at the restroom in the park and not even recognizing himself. Worn-out clothes, unkempt hair, a dirty and unshaven face- twenty-three years old and already out of options. What if Toni had seen him like that? It had been bad enough when his foster parents had found him. He was almost glad the one he cared about the most hadn't been around at the time.

His trembling fits had started within the first month of his homelessness and had only gotten worse from that point. Now, he had a bit more control over them thanks to his medication, but it wasn't a perfect fix. He also refused to take the anti-depressants he had been prescribed because taking them would mean admitting he had a problem, and Lovino was still too stubborn for that. He had no desire to numb himself to everything around him either...even if it did seem easier sometimes.

The Italian tensed up as the stranger got closer to him. What was she going to do? Give him a fucking hug? He prepared to shove her away if need be. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself by letting anyone touch him, no matter how badly he wanted the attention. The lady stopped herself, though, causing Lovino to meet her with a nervous glance as he wondered what she wanted with him. He was caught a bit off guard by the gentleness and concern in her voice when she spoke- it reminded him less of the fake sympathy had been given so far during his short time here and more of Mrs. Carriedo, the only strong female presence in the life he had known. Thinking of his foster mother softened his expression a bit and allowed him to relax his shoulders slightly. He felt more confused than comforted, though, and soon shook off the feeling, hardening his expression again.

“Like hell I wanted to be here either,” he growled, and after a moment’s hesitation, finally asked, “Who…who are you?”

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:55 pm

She stilled when he growled out his first statement. Body tense and ready to dart if he moved to suddenly. Her own skittish-ness annoyed her, but not enough for her to force it away. Better to be skittish and get away unharmed, than to be cocky and walk away scarred and bruised.

"My name's Angelique." She paused, "I work in the kitchens..." She glanced back the books she'd been delivering and frowned, "Sort of."

Another moment of silence, she spoke again, "No one really likes Group Therapy, I don't think. I know a few of the patients like the excuse to get out of their rooms."

She clasped her hands together behind her back, keeping her smile. "May I ask your name? I haven't seen you around, are you new?"

((Sorry it's so short.... >.<))

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:27 am

Angelique, huh? Well, she seemed nice enough, but Lovino was still feeling damn uncomfortable. Why was she bothering with someone like him? He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cared to ask him for his name aside from the police that had found him and brought him back to the Carriedos. She seemed genuinely curious, though, and the Italian saw no reason why he shouldn’t give it to her; he was stuck in this place, after all. He held his arm in one hand and stared down at the floor.

“My name’s Lovino,” he told her, “Lovino Vargas. I’ve been here for about…two weeks, I think.”

He didn’t mention that this was his first time out of his room – that’d only make him look more pathetic. He had avoided being forced out before now because of his status as a new patient. The lonely days he had been given to settle in had been nothing short of torturous for him, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but appreciate the changes from his previous lifestyle. After all, now he had a warm bed, a shower, all his favorite clothes that his foster family had sent him…and of course, three meals a day. He had been having trouble keeping it down for a while, but his stomach was finally getting used to being filled regularly again. It had helped that pasta had been on the menu last night. It hadn’t been the best he’d had –nothing like Toni’s– but still pretty decent. At least as far as his new standards were concerned.

The lady looked nervous, Lovino noted. Maybe she was new here herself. Probably not used to dealing with people in this nuthouse. People like him. He almost wished she would stop looking at him as he shuffled in his seat. He couldn’t tell if her smile was a real one or not, and it bothered him. It could have been a mask, like the scowl he usually wore to defend himself, but the man wanted to believe there was something he could trust there. Lovino finally willed himself to look up and give her a puzzled look before blurting out his next question.

“What are you doing here?”

He hadn’t meant it to come out as rude as it had sounded, but it was just his nature. Of course, it wasn’t until he had asked that he noticed the books sitting on the chair behind her. So those are what had brought her here, but was she staying? As much as he disliked strangers…he wasn’t looking forward to being alone again.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:05 am

Two weeks. Two whole weeks, and she couldn't even recgonize his face. It had to be because she'd been so busy. She'd only been here around a month, herself, and there were so many patients, nurses, doctors, and various other workers. Obviously, she couldn't be expected to remember every one so easily, so quickly, correct? Feeling her mind calming a bit with that knowledge and self-reminder, she let out a sigh of relief.

His question, made her blush a bit. Not because she was flattered, or anything, there was nothing to be flattered with, with a question like that. It was her annoyance, at being used as an errand girl, when she was supposed to be working in the kitchen, and maybe, maybe, training under one of the higher-up nurses, to learn and maybe eventually get promoted. But now, she was treated like a lowly servant, and sent here and there with messages. Practically a pet of the staff.

"I run... errands, to help the doctors, and everyone else out." She motioned to the books, even though she noticed he'd already seen them, "The Doctor running this session, asked me to deliver those, before anyone else arrived. Obviously, I wasn't quite quick enough, but they'll get over it." Hopefully...

She took a step back, glancing down at the watch on her wrist momentarily, and noticing she was really late now. Frowning at the watch, the hands telling her what time it was, she chewed on her lip, silently willing the hands to move in the opposite direction, give her just a few more minutes to stand in one place, and not have run about. However, she was not so lucky, and the second hand moved forward cruelly.

She looked up at Lovino, giving an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Vargas, but it seems I'm running really, really late, and have to go. Will you be okay here, by yourself, for a little while?" She ran a hand through one of her ponytails, out of nervous habit, before adding, "I'm sure the others will be along soon..."

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 03, 2010 3:30 am

Lovino listened to her silently as she explained her position there, finally able to lock his eyes with her for an extended period of time. So she wasn't a doctor...He couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment. It was hard for him to feel comfortable around anyone, and what if the real doctor wasn't as kind as she was? Still, he had some hope. Angelique was the first staff member he had met outside his room. If she was this friendly, maybe the others wouldn't be so bad. His more pessimistic side dreaded finding out he was wrong, though.

She was looking kind of twitchy now, as if she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with herself, glancing back at the books and then at her watch. Lovino read her discomfort as a desire to get away from him, and sure enough, her next excuse confirmed it.

"I'll be fine, dammit," he muttered. "I'm not a fucking kid. If you've got something better to do, don't let me stop you."

Despite his harsh words, inside, he was aching. Shit, he didn't want to be alone again. Even this lady was better than no one, and at least she didn't treat him like dirt. Sure, she looked afraid of him, but he could understand that. He was a patient in this damn place after all, and she didn't even know what was wrong with him. Or that he really did have a good side he could show if he ever got a chance. It was just that he never fucking did. People outside his foster family never bothered to take the time to get to know him. They never wanted to. And Lovino didn't blame them. Why should anyone like someone who doesn't even like himself?

He felt a bit guilty for talking to her the way he did. She didn't deserve it, he knew, but he always got defensive when upset, and knowing he was going to be alone again didn't help matters. Thinking of sitting in this empty room again waiting for whatever kind of stranger might come through that door next started up his trembling again with renewed vigor. Damn...those pills really were fucking useless.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 03, 2010 3:54 am

She was completely thrown by his harsh words, even a bit hurt. She hadn't meant to sound like she thought he was a child, because that was the furtherest thing from her mind. "I.... Um..." She fidgeted nervously, trying not to look at her watch again, "Je suis desole, Monsieur Vargas..."

She could have slapped herself for switching languages, it really was a horrible habit. She needed to stop doing it, but it was so hard to remember that English was preferred sometimes. "Ah, I mean... I'm sorry, I really am... but if I linger much longer..." She glanced at the door, "I could get in a lot of trouble... but. um... I'll try and come back, okay?"

She crossed the room, pausing in the doorway, to look over her shoulder, "I'll see you around, okay? Try and enjoy the Therapy session, it might be more fun, if you try and think of it positively, non?"

With those parting words, she hurried out the door, praying not to be trouble for being so horribly late. Praying even more, that Mr. Vargas would forgive her rudeness.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 03, 2010 5:54 am

He twitched uncomfortably at her stuttering. Why had he been such an ass to her? He should’ve just let her leave- said “goodbye” and have been done with it. But now she was babbling some bullshit about getting in trouble, and whether or not it was true, there was no way Lovino could ever feel anything other than guilty about it. If she was lying, he’d know she just didn’t like his company (and who could blame her, dammit?). If she was telling the truth, well, then…he really was acting like an immature brat for talking to her that way. He gritted his teeth, an apology catching in his throat, never reaching his tongue. Lovino rarely ever apologized for anything. He hated saying he was sorry. It was just so damn embarrassing.

And like hell she’d ever come back. Why should she? It wasn’t like there was anything about him that made him appealing to be around. He was just a pathetic, washed-up mess, and even if his clothes were clean, even if his hair was groomed, even if his face was shaven, he still felt like that dirty homeless man that no one would spare a second glance.

His heart sank in loneliness as he watched her go. Lovino wrapped his arms around himself, feeling how loose his clothes had become on his slim frame. He wanted to just disappear, to fade away and escape from this unfamiliar place and these strange people, to find himself back in the life he knew and the home he felt safe in. But it had been years since he’d felt anything close to real security. Before his time wandering the streets, before those four years sitting in an empty dorm because he’d gotten into yet another fight with whoever was his current roommate…The only time he could ever remember being secure and happy was when he had been at home, with Toni. Thinking about his foster brother again was the last thing it took. The barrier he had been fighting to keep up finally crumbled and a tear managed to escape down his cheek.

“Fuck!” he hissed, wiping his eyes furiously. At least she was gone now. Lovino couldn’t stand anyone seeing him cry.

Enjoy the therapy session? What a fucking joke. It hadn’t even started yet and he was already breaking down. He fought to regain control over himself. He wouldn’t show his weakness, dammit. He had to prepare himself for whoever else came through that damned door. Sitting up straight, he eyed it warily, hands sliding down to clutch the sides of the chair. Angelique had said it wouldn’t take long, and at that moment, Lovino swore to himself that he wouldn’t let anyone surprise him again.

Guest

She was furious when the orderly had shown up at her door.

No, furious wasn't the right word. It wasn't vicious enough. She was enraged. Yes, that was much better.

After her meeting with her new doctor earlier, Natalya was hardly in the mood to deal with other people. She'd made this clear when the man currently escorting her, had first shown up. Clearly, he hadn't believed her violent enough to do any damage. Much to her distaste, he handled her with a cruel, cold, attitude, much like the doctor had.

Thoroughly ruffled, she'd opted to go to this cursed Therapy Session, as opposed to another visit to that horrid doctor. She kept herself as controlled, and poised as she could. Hands folded simply in front of her, resting against the soft material of her navy blue dress, head held high, icy blue eyes forward.

“This will be good for you.” The man said, a cool, even tone. “Getting out of your room, and interacting with others is exactly what you need.”

She didn't respond. Instead, she dutifully ignored him, keeping her attention on walking. Her mind, partially wondering if she should attack this man. He was clearly underestimating her, if he thought that his sheer bulk was enough to frighten her. He wouldn't be the first to make that mistake, and much to her distaste, she doubted he would be the last.

However, she truly didn't like the idea of being forced back to the doctor's office so soon, and she hadn't much interest in being sedated, and thrown in solitary. So, doing her best to ignore him, she kept herself moving.

The door was opened, meaning the session would be starting soon enough. Frowning, she stepped through the threshold, looking around. The room was empty, except for a single patient. She didn't recognize him. Not that she made it her business to keep the names and faces of the other patients.

“Be good.” The orderly told her. He stayed by the door, waiting for her to go take her seat. He would be standing outside the doorway, she knew.

Giving him a spiteful glare, she said, “Гэта не я, хто дрэнна сябе вядзе, Свіння.” In a cold voice that made him shiver.

Returning to her previous state, ignoring him, and focusing, she crossed the room. Her shoes making the slightest of sounds on the tiled floor. She gave the other patient a once over, deciding she wasn't much interested in him either, before taking a seat nearby, the seat she always sat in.

She sat carefully. Taking the time to smooth out her skirt, cross her ankles, and rest her hands on her lap.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:21 am

Lovino hunched his shoulders as he saw someone new enter the room. It was another woman. She looked around the same age as Angelique and was similar in that she was also small and slim. Her clothes were different from any Lovino had ever seen, though. She wore a dress that was so damn lacy and looked like it belonged on a doll. He heard her escort tell her to be good and frowned when he heard her answer him back in a cold, harsh tone, using a language he couldn’t understand. Who was she? And more importantly- what the fuck was wrong with her?

Lovino watched her carefully as she crossed the room. She carried herself in a way that was stiff and proper, and even though she had a pretty face, the coldness in her eyes made Lovino nervous- he knew right away that she was nothing like the nice lady who had left not that long ago.

He averted his eyes when she looked at him and shifted self-consciously in his seat, bringing a shaky hand up to wipe at his eyes again before running his fingers down the bridge of his nose to cover the action. He hoped it wasn’t obvious that he’d been crying. His throat was still tight from it, and even if he had been able to talk clearly, he still would have hated to have to answer a question like, “What’s wrong?” or, as he had already been fucking asked, “Are you okay?”

The strange lady didn’t seem like she gave a damn that he was there, though. She didn’t say a word to him or even give him so much as a second glance before sitting down in a chair that was not too far from his own. She tidied herself up with such care that the Italian couldn’t help but notice how prissy she seemed despite that cold vibe. Lovino found himself edging away from her instinctively, letting go of the sides of the chair and bringing his hands up to clench his knees instead. Go ahead and ignore me, dammit, he thought as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. It’s not like I want to fucking talk to you, either.

Guest

Silence fell, the room was empty except for the two of them now. She wasn't much bothered by the silence, in fact, most of the time, she quite enjoyed when things were quiet.

What she disliked, was waiting. She normally didn't have too, she was such a high-level case, that many times she was pushed to the front of the line on things. No one liked to leave her alone with other patients for long. Which was generally very wise of her doctors. In fact, normally, she would not have been left alone in the room with this other patient, but since the others should be coming soon, and the orderly was just outside the opened door, clearly, no one was worried.

For a moment, she pondered giving them a reason to be worried.

That would be unladylike, though, and beneath her. She wouldn't hesitate to put this man in his place though, should he decide to open his mouth and offend her in some way. And should he provoke such a reaction, it would not end well for him, she knew. Her fingers itched to wrap around some type of weapon, arms tense with the desire to thrust an item up and down, causing pain to the nearest person.

The nearest person right that moment, was sitting nearby, obviously trying not to draw attention to himself. She turned her gaze on him for a moment, watching his movements. It was more interesting than anything else in this room.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 17, 2010 2:58 pm

Sweat formed on the back of Lovino’s neck when he noticed the other patient locking those icy eyes on him. He shivered once and twitched again, unable to keep still. Why was she paying attention to him all of a sudden? Was it because he was the only one there? Lovino hated feeling like he was on the spot. It made him feel so fucking awkward and paranoid. What was she expecting from him? A better-mannered person might have introduced himself, but Lovino had no intention of getting to know any of the freaks in this asylum, especially ones that looked and acted as strange as she did. Just imagining how her harsh, cold voice would sound if it was directed at him made him cringe. Creepy bitch…

What was taking everyone else so long? The Italian considered trying to leave, maybe hiding in his room or somewhere else in the building until this meeting was over, but he could see the orderly still posted at the door and knew that wouldn’t be so easy. He was trapped. Trapped in here with a life-sized doll with who-knows-what fucked up things going on in her mind. Lovino would feel better if she was sitting just a little further from him. He inched over the edge of the seat and shifted to the one next to him, those eyes following him as he did so. It was starting to get on his nerves now. Why couldn’t she just mind her own fucking business?! Shit, he wasn’t here to entertain her. Mustering up his courage, he shot her a glare, meeting those cold orbs for just a moment before tensing up defensively and letting out his strained words in a burst of frustration.

“Q-quit staring at me, dammit!”

Guest

She watched him carefully, suddenly more interested in the way he reacted to her presence. So deeply distressed at how everyone was treating her today, as though she were something to be treated with such disrespect! Did no one know who she was? What she was capable of? It seemed not.

When he shouted, she stood one smooth, fluid motion. Her skirt swished around her, as she crossed the space between them. Standing over him, she looked down at his frightened face, amusement making her eyes a slightly deeper shade of blue. “Так груба.”

She lifted one small hand, and pressed the tip of her fingers to his cheek, silently daring him to lash out at her. She shot a quick glance towards the door, making sure the orderly wasn't paying attention. She was sure she could take him though. Her eyes flickered back to the man, “Do you speak to everyone in such a tone, маленькая?”

She pulled her hand away, deciding whether or not she would be able to do what she wanted, before someone noticed. She could be quick, she knew. Precise. “Shall I teach you some manners?”

((Translations;
So rude. = Так груба.
Little one = маленькая? ))

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:28 am

Lovino's eyes widened in fear as the strange lady rose to her feet as soon as the words had left his mouth. Shit. He was about to scramble out of his seat, but suddenly she was looming over him, and the Italian found himself frozen in place as those eyes stared down at him. He attempted to meet them with a defiant glare, but only managed to lock his terrified orbs with her darkened ones for a moment before tearing them towards the door desperately. What the fuck was that guard doing out there?!

Then her fingers were on his face, and Lovino flinched with a sharp intake of breath as they pressed against his skin. They were so cold…He hated being touched by strangers. He wanted nothing more than to slap her hand away, but he still couldn’t get his body to move except for the involuntary trembling. Her voice was sending chills down his spine, but it wasn’t until she retracted her hand and threatened him that he was finally able to snap out of his paralysis and stumble away, putting some distance between them. Despite this, though, he realized he’d still have to dodge around her to reach his only escape route.

“S-stay away from me, bitch!” he cried and bolted for the exit.

Guest

She watched him move, amused, pleased. He tried to get away, and with a smile spreading her lips, she reached out, one hand grasping at his sleeve, tugging him back. Her grip was tight, her stance just right to give her the advantage. He wasn't the first person to upset her and try and run, though he did so much quicker than most. "Куды-то, маленькі?"

She dragged him back by his arm, throwing her free one over his shoulders, her hold on his sleeve shifting to his wrist. She held tight, pleased by the idea of leaving bruises on his skin. Her eyes darted to the doorway, but didn't stay long enough to actually see if there was any movement at all.

"That tone of voice is very impolite." The words slid from her lips easily, a cold edge promising pain in them.

"Natalya!" Came the sound of the orderly's voice. The large man, had finally taken notice of what was going on. He was quickly crossing the room, taking quick steps towards the two.

She turned cold eyes on him, waiting till he was half way to them, before releasing the man in her hold. She took a step back, and tilted her head up, locking her eyes with the orderly's eyes. "Што-то вы хочаце, свіння?"

Giving a glance to the man on the floor, the orderly grabbed at Natalya's arm. It was a mistake, she remedied by twisting, and gripping his fat wrist in her small hand, turning. His grip tightened to a hold nearly as tight as her own, and she let out a resounding shriek, before striking at him with her fists. He held her tight, and moved her back to her chair, forcibly sitting her down in it, as she kicked and screamed, throwing every insult in his face in a shrill, angry voice.

((Translations;
Куды-то, маленькі? - Going somewhere, Little one?
Што-то вы хочаце, свіння? - Something you want, pig?))

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:14 pm

Lovino panicked as he felt the woman pull on his sleeve. He hadn’t expected her to be so strong. She yanked back his weakened body easily, and Lovino cried out as he desperately struggled to get away from her. He needed to get that hand off him! Her voice froze him in place, though, and suddenly, he found himself being dragged towards the crazy patient as she grabbed onto his shoulder as well.

“Fuck! Let me go, dammit!” he screamed.

Her fingers dug into his wrist painfully, and he closed his eyes, trying to pull away without making it hurt worse. She finally spoke words he could understand, though he really wished he hadn’t. Even if the statement itself wasn’t a threat, the way she said it made him quiver from head to foot. He wished he was anywhere but that room at that moment. Even the darkest, loneliest alley where he had occasionally slept was better than this. He tried to swing around and wrench that hand off him, but the grip on his shoulder prevented him from doing so. He kicked at her instead, but missed in his panicked state. He could barely think clearly, much less aim. Here he was being attacked by a doll, and he felt so fucking useless.

Then, the idiot guard at the door finally got a clue. He called out the woman’s name and came towards them quickly. Not fucking fast enough, Romano thought. The bitch didn’t let even go of him right away, and when she did, the force from his struggle caused him to fall hard on floor, crushing his hand beneath him as he tried to catch himself.

“AHH!” he cried as he felt a sudden pain shoot through his right wrist.

He rolled onto his side, clutching it, tears leaking out of his eyes in pain and humiliation. Lovino cursed, hissing out vulgar words in Italian as the psycho was forced back into her seat. He could hear her eerie shrieks of protest and trembled violently on the floor. Shit, this was only his first day out of his room, and now he really wished he had never left it.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:32 pm

Antonio waved goodbye faintly at the pretty girl as he watched her leave down the hall after dropping him off in front of a closed door with the letters “Group therapy” written in big fat white font.

He followed her with his eyes as her colourful red ribbons disappeared when she turned the corner and then turned his attention to the door in front of him. It was then that he realized he was sweating and his hands were trembling. It was a weird sensation, he didn’t feel nervous or tired, and he felt rather calm. A spark of fear arose inside him as he realized that maybe it was another one of his mood changes. Well he hoped not, he didn’t want to cause bad impression the first time he was allowed to meet other patients in the place.

His hands played with the doorknob for a few minutes, he was trying to decide whether he should go see his doctor first, maybe he would even get extra points for trying to avoid hurting other patients. But he really wanted to attend this meeting, he longed for human contact, he missed hugging people, making them smile; and he probably couldn’t do that anymore but at least he could try and make conversation with them.

No! He decided, he would do his best to control himself, he didn’t need a doctor to babysit him, and he could take care of himself perfectly, gracias.

The door creaked open when his wrist moved to turn the doorknob. The room was nearly empty and he couldn’t help but swallow a tiny bit of disappointment as the prospect of friends slowly dissolved in front of his eyes.

He heard a scream then, a piercing sound that resounded in his brain, a voice that was too familiar. He looked everwhere in the room, trying to find where the source of the scream came from or find out if it was part of his own twisted imagination.

No such luck.

In the back of the room, behind a row of chairs facing the center he saw a deep blue dress. The person wearing it was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t help but stare at the platinum blond hair that fell over her face as she leaned over something he could not yet see.

Antonio heard her speak and he immediately realized she wasn’t the source of the haunting voice from earlier. From the corner of his eyes he saw the guard move from somewhere to his side and scream at the woman before forcibly wrestling with her and sitting her down in a chair far away from the spot she was previously in.

It was then that he turned his face to see what the woman was doing before. He froze in place, momentarily taken back by the vision in front of him. It couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t… it was his mind playing sick tricks on him again, making him see what he wanted to see, not what was truly there.
He rubbed his eyes, but the picture of Lovino Vargas crying in the floor in front of him wouldn’t go away. He willed the image away, held his head between his hands, closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again…. Nothing.

Something clicked inside his mind as he put special attention to the translucent tears falling down his vision’s golden eyes. He would never imagine Lovino crying or suffering, will never want to see him in pain or in an uncomfortable position. This couldn’t be a product of his mind, and then it had to be real.
Extreme happiness flowed through every pore of his body, washing him over and taking control of his mind. He kneeled down beside Lovino and didn’t hesitate to take the man between his arms into a tight hug and burying his face in the space between his neck and shoulders.

And then he heard the pained gasp.

He looked down confused and saw the Italian’s features twist in pain at the pressure he was applying on the hug.

His mind went from confused to angry in a split of a second and his breath quickened as he saw the way Lovino’s hand hung lifeless by his side.

Never once in his life did he move faster, he turned around to stare at the blonde woman letting go softly of Lovino and rising to his feet with his fists clenched by his sides.

“What did you do to him perra?:

Not waiting for comfirmation that had indeed been that woman who had hurt Lovino and completely ignoring the warning the guard shot at him he launched himself on top of her.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Fri Jan 21, 2011 6:54 am

It hurt! Dammit, IT HURT! Lovino continued to roll around on the floor in pain, finally stopping to avoid crushing his injured hand. Instead, he just lay still for a moment and trembled violently as he clutched his wrist with his other hand. That bitch. That fucking bitch. What the hell?! He hadn’t even done anything! She had attacked him for no fucking reason! Lovino hated this place, he hated these psychos, and most of all, he hated that he was trapped in here with them. Dammit, I just want to go home!

He had his eyes shut tight, wishing he could just disappear, hoping this agony would end soon and that he could just wake up and be alright again- then, someone grabbed him. Lovino went stiff in shock for a moment and opened his mouth in a soundless scream, struggling in the stranger’s hold. He didn’t want to be touched by anyone, dammit, especially right now…but the arms held him tight and the Italian didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. He had his wrist caught under the person’s arm, and he knew better than to push against it too hard.

Lovino whimpered softly as he felt the stranger’s hair brush against his ear and a nose push against his neck. Who was holding him like this? Something about the feel of these arms and the scent of this person made him want to pretend it was…him, just to make himself feel safe, but no, there was no way, dammit. He wouldn’t let this place keep getting to him. Believing what you wanted to see didn’t make it real, and Lovino was tired of torturing himself with these ideas.

He wanted to shout something, to tell the stranger to fuck off, but all he could manage was a sharp gasp as the arms pulled themselves tighter around him and pain shot up his wrist making him want to scream out again. He grimaced, tears streaming down the sides of his face. The stranger loosened his hold a bit and Lovino let his hand flop down beside him uselessly. Then, he could feel himself being lowered down gently as the person released him and stood up.

Lovino opened his eyes slightly and at once, knew that these delusions weren’t going to stop. The man standing over him looked exactly like Antonio, sounded exactly like Antonio. It was such a cruel joke. He didn’t know who to blame- the institution for playing these tricks on him or his own warped imagination- but no sooner had Lovino started to deny the possibility that his foster brother was here that something happened to convince him that there was no way it could be true.

Lovino watched in horror as the man who looked like Antonio lunged for the psycho bitch. He attacked her head on without holding back, driven by a wave of anger Lovino had never witnessed before in the man he knew. No, there was no way this could be his Toni. His foster brother wasn’t like this. The Italian felt suddenly overcome in sadness, depression, and then- anger.

He rose to his feet shakily, teeth gritted as he glared at the scene before him. Fuck them. Fuck this place! He wasn’t going to take this bullshit anymore, dammit! Lovino clenched his left fist until he could feel his nails digging deep into his palm. Then, with a frustrated yell, he turned and kicked one of the chairs as hard as he could. It felt good. Lovino watched the chair fly a short distance and topple over, ignoring the stinging the action left in his toes. He needed to do it again; he needed to mess this place up. The Italian turned to another chair and grabbed it with his good hand, hurling it across the room. The crash it made was so satisfying, Lovino couldn’t stop himself now. He continued snatching chairs and throwing them, not caring where they went or who they hit. He had lost himself to his own fury so much that he didn’t even give a shit.

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She struggled, and flailed under the orderly's harsh grip, screaming as loud as she could in his ear. Where did he get off thinking he had the right to touch her? His filthy hands pushing her back, and holding her wrists, trying to grab at her flailing legs. She couldn't break free of his hold, and eventually settled for trying to sink her teeth into his thick arm, but he drew back before she could.

It was a wise move on his part, to back off. While he did so, she took the moment to straighten the ribbon in her hair, and smooth out her skirt along her legs. Just as she had straightened herself out, she heard his voice.

Another newcomer. Two new loons in one day, what a surprise! Rolling her head back, she locked her blue eyes on him, and narrowed them. His words were harsh, and angry, and he was moving at her. A broad-shouldered, dark skinned mass of muscle charging straight into her.

She had no time to move, could only brace her small body for impact. The chair she was in toppled back, and both of them fell. She hissed in his face, hands instantly going for his face, for those angry green eyes. Clawing and tearing, as her legs kicked, with far more ferocity than they had for the orderly.

Really, what was that pig doing? She was being assaulted, while he sat on his fat (probably American) ass and did nothing.

Well, fine.

If he would do nothing, then she would.

Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of the green eyed man's hair, and pulled it hard enough to pull chunks of it out. “Release me, you Няварты брудны кавалак лайна!” She snarled at him.

((Translations;
Няварты брудны кавалак лайна! - unworthy dirty piece of shit))

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Hei heard Natalia's screeching before he got to the group therapy room. He substantially increased his pace, dragging the small child with him, not realizing that he was probably leaving bruises. If the boy had protested at all, Hei didn't notice. Either he was to small to and weak to even be on Hei's radar, or he hadn't done a thing. Either way, Hei didn't concern himself with the child.

As he rushed into the room his fears were confirmed. The room had turned into utter chaos. It wasn't uncommon, and Hei took the time to observe what he could before flinging himself into harms way. One of the newer patients was howling and hurling around the various chairs in the room. His face was red with anger and frustration, and as he went on his own rampage Hei noticed that his eyes were glossy and that he cradled his hand as if it had been assaulted. Seeing what kind of a temper he had, and knowing Natalia's history, it wouldn't surprise him if the limb was in quite a bit of pain.

The real action in the room was the two individuals going at each other on the floor. For once, Natalia was on the bottom, hissing and cursing in her native tongue. He'd heard her cuss enough in that language that he almost understood her by now. She may have been on the bottom, but Hei knew she was not one to be trifled with, she was giving the other patient a run for his money, pulling on his hair violently enough to pull some out and to jerk around his head violently.

For the other man's part, he looked quite crazed. He wasn't a part of the third floor, which meant he wasn't on high radar for violence, but obviously that had been a gross miscalculation. He was a much larger being than Natalia, and it looked as if he had jumper her while she was unaware. There was a chair on the floor, which lead Hei to believe that she had actually been the one assaulted in this case instead of the other way around.

Taking on an air of authority that he had mastered shortly after starting this job, Hei released the child still in his grip and briskly walked over to the struggling pair. On his way he motioned to the patient assaulting the chairs and gave him a strong, cold look that promised business. "You stand there, or you'll be in worse pain than that hand." It was a threat, and one that if not followed would be acted upon. Hei didn't know this patient, and there was no way he would take chances. At the moment thats all he could do about that one, he posed the least threat to others at the moment, and the two currently going at each other needed to be dealt with now.

Seeing as the male was the easier of the two to grab, Hei started there. With practiced ease he wrapped one arm under the man's armpit, and encircled his upper chest. With the other hand he took a firm hold of his neck and with the combination of the two he easily disengaged the much larger man.

"Struggled and you will regret it." Hei promised with ice in his voice before abruptly turning the man around so that Hei could now angle himself to look at Natalia as well.

"Arlovskaya, please compose yourself." Natalia was a hard one to deal with. She liked being respected, but often didn't give any reason to have respect granted. It was always a volatile situation with her, and he was prepared if she so decided to turn on him as well, even if he was keeping this man off of her. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd turned on him for almost no reason at all.

Subject: Re: Group Therapy Room Mon Feb 14, 2011 5:42 pm

It wasn’t about Lovino anymore. It was about the blood, the sounds of crushing bonds under his fingertips. He hadn’t forgotten about the young Italian man, not by far, that face full of pain still lingered at the froinf of his brain. But his Illness was winning right now. He wanted to hurt, to make someone scream and thrash helplessly, he felt so angry, so possessed, like a bull seeing the red of the muleta as it was passed in front of its eyes. The closest thing to him right now was the woman under him, and he had hurt Lovi… and even if she hadn’t he still needed someone to take his anger with. Her body didn’t transmit the warm and pleasant body heat you would expect from someone so close to your own body, it was rather and icy feeling; like being pressed against a cold wall after being hours exposed to the heat.

He could hear the chairs flying behind his head, one after another just falling to the ground with loud stumbles. But he had forgotten everything in the room, just for the silver haired woman and her hands trying desperately to scratch him. A tiny bit of his mind reminded him to keep his head low to try and dodge any chairs that came too close to his being, but he wasn’t paying attention to any rational thought right now, it was just need, raw need.

His knee rested there on top of her chest, holding her and making it impossible for her to move her lower body too much, but her arms thrashed and her nails scratched at his cheeks and forehead, leaving a few marks near his eye and successfully poking one of them lightly. He closed them then just for a quick second and loosened the hold he had on her wrists and it was a terrible mistake.

Next thing he knew his hair was being pulled roughly and his mouth opened in pain and he wondered how the hell a woman like this one, which seemed so delicate and soft, could be so strong? He growled and dug his own nails on the wrist of the hand holding unto his brown hair and lowered himself further, her head closer to her own. His mouth still shaped in a growl showed her his teeth dangerously and with a quick and swift movement he slammed his forehead head against hers.

With the sharp pain traveling all over his head and spreading through his body Antonio didn’t hear the door being opened once more, or the light almost not there steps being taken on his direction. He felt a sharp pain on his arm and his body was suddenly lifted and carried away from the woman. He started to struggle trying to go back and throw himself at that tiny body again, but the warmth of a whisper against his neck stopped him. The person holding him was warning him to not fight, to stay still, and the voice had such a dangerous undertone that Antonio couldn’t help but do exactly as it was saying.

The shot of adrenaline that had been running through his body started lessening and the pain from the bloody scratches on his face and the place were his hair had been pulled showed up full force. His mood started changing too, as fast as the anger came it also started disappearing, leaving instead that hollow feeling that Antonio knew all to well. And emptiness inside him that ate up at his entrails and it his hope. He was starting to feel deeply depress.

And there was nothing now to stop the tears running down his face.

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