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Post by Serena St. James on Nov 2, 2007 3:29:53 GMT -5
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Scowling. A decidedly aggravated pout on a set of pale pink lips. Slender fingers working nimbly at cutlery, arranging and rearranging until every piece of this awfully laid out dinner placement was symmetrical and perfect. It was a peculiar routine, and one she had picked up in the very clinic that was meant to be curing her of mental illness, but she insisted on doing it, anything asymmetrical made her feel ill.
Hands by her sides, she stepped back, lips pursed in a wistful manner, observing her work. The plate was set square in the middle of the tray, tray at a certain ninety degree angle, she had measured it on the table, and cutlery set either side. An empty beaker was placed to the right hand corner of the tray. Smiling, she picked up she cup, scampering off to actually attain a drink. The eighteen year old wasn't in the moody for eating, she never was these days. Filling the container with a little flavored water, she retraced her steps back to her seat. It wasn't hard to find, as she was the only one in the cafeteria at this bizarre time. Three pm wasn't a widely recognized time for dinner, but since the female was accustomed to being such an early riser, it seemed appropriate.
Setting the beaker back in its original position, with much deliberation as to getting it perfect, she smiled, then picked it back up to take a drink and repeated the process again. It seemed odd that to take a drink, she first had to arrange it, but she was very fussy where her food was concerned..
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Post by Alyssa Biermann on Nov 2, 2007 20:24:00 GMT -5
Tranquility. Where there is tranquility it brings quietness. That utter silnce in the air was all that this girl needed. Not to be seen by the world to be judged and rediculed by the society that surrounds everyone. This garden...It was a perfect place to be to read a book. The lush green surroundings, birds singing, the sun shining. What more could a serene place ask for. Though the tranquility was a tad tainted by the staff that supervised her, she knew it was in their best interest to watch her in case...she was to set something off or something of the sort.
Holding on to her book, Alyssa glanced over the place finding a a place to read her book. Being close to people was not an option for her. The though of it.; she shivered. Finding a small spot in the corner of the garden, where a bench awaited for her bottom to sit on. Strolling to the seat that she would end up calling a friend after a while, Alyssa held onto one of the books that she loved to read. Maybe she could ask the lead of her section of the wards if her family was allowed to send her books. If not, she would just re-read this one until she was let out of this asylum.
As she sat down, Alyssa wondered why everyone in books had such ease at socializing. Was it just because they were fictional, and she was not? She could never tell. Gazing down at the hardcovered book, Alyssa was thankful that she had not read this on in a while. Time to start from the beginning again. Chapter One: Searching. Somehow, Alyssa felt like she was searching for something that she knew that could not be found, not until she was cured. She knew what it was.
Noticing a girl in distance, Alyssa kept quiet and continued to read.
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