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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 4:29 pm
 Just what it says. However it is just one big mass room with beds lined up on the sides and in the middle back to back. They are not moveable and small enough for only one person to fit on...that is unless you are anorexic. The beds themselves are just cast-iron frames and nothing fancy at all. The sheets are clean but look as if they were bought from a second hand-shop and have been used for a long period of time. Patients have one chest each at the foot of the bed for their clothing and personal belongings. If what they brought does not full fit into the chest whatever does fit is kept and whatever doesn't fit is thrown out immediately upon arrival. The walls are brick and painted a light blue color. It has three large windows that are completely barred in with no means of escape what so ever. Lights are turned off from the Doctor's room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:10 pm
Jagger Harrison Taylor •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx• I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
Cause I got time while he got freedom,
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even The doctor's echoed through the boy's head chilling him. This is your home. Your haven. Someplace you will be safe where the people here will never leave you... those words sounded like a sugar coated death sentence. The place where her hand had touched his skin burnt and a haunted look stayed in his eyes after she had thrown him that smile, a smile of pity. He held his guitar closer to him now, clinging to it like a life preserver as he shuffled through the halls to their dorms in a morbid fashion. Jagger's tiny, boney shoulders slumped and a deep frown was set upon his face. He didn't want to lose the only thing he had left besides the clothes in his suitcase. Hope was already starting to dwindle in his heart from just being in this dank beastly place. Jagger kept his eyes hidden from view and cast to the floor and his Chucks in fear of people seeing. He briefly lifted his gaze when he walked pasted a large room with just simple, plain beds. Slowly he backtracked and loomed in the doorway blankly staring silently into the room. "I guess this is 'ome then." He whispered to himself quietly and cautiously entered the room moving to the bed farthest away from the door on the left, one by a window. Gently he ran a shaking hand over the bed's surface, the cheap used blankets felt scratchy on his skin, like the beds at summer camp from his past. He certainly had more than enough room on it though with his size and being Anorexic too. Sighing he dropped his suitcase and guitar case on the bed with a dull thunk and seated his tiny body next to them. Lovingly he stroked the battered guitar case and hugged it to his chest hard murmuring to himself that things would be okay, even thought it didn't seem like it would be. Slowly his gaze drifted to the nurse called Jessabella, a hint of spite burned bright through his glassy wide orbs before it burnt out replaced by raw fear. He stood slowly from his bed and inspected the chest with a look a convict would give the gallows or the chair. He gave the nurse a skeptical look then made another pitiful soft whimper. His guitar case was much too big to fit. Desperately his mind raced searching for answers, he wanted his guitar, no it wasn't a want it was a deep, painful need, like he needed his drugs, his comfort, his Heroin. He had already lost that and so much more, he didn't want to lose his guitar. Fueled by newfound determination he stood and threw his suitcase to the floor then yanked back the sheets of his bed. If the instrument wouldn't fit he'd make it fit... or hide it. Softly he giggled and stuck the case under the sheets. Slowly he stepped back to admire his in genius idea. The guitar was too bulky and easily recognized; with a hiss of frustration he lugged it out and unlatched the case. Nestled inside was a dark cherry wood guitar. It glistened brightly in the dim lighting bringing the boy a sense of warmth and comfort. Etched in the neck was Jagger's full name in delicate, loopy cursive, gently he traced a boney finger over the lettering mouthing out the letters. He sat entranced by it until he drifted back into reality, the weight of the doctor's words slammed into him like a Mack track. Clambering to his feet he unhinged the trunk and stuck the guitar inside. It almost fit, but to his horror the neck of the instrument kept the chest from closing. Muttering a long array of colorful words in one rushing breath he whimpered again and snatched up the guitar. Defiantly he hugged it to himself and sat down on his bed again, his long fingers wrapping around it in an iron grip as he sat there staring blankly from his bed and began to rock again. •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 4:30 pm
  Devin roamed around the halls on the second floor. He could not believe how easy it was to ditch the orderlies, especially in a place that seemed so.... secure. Still, with all the cameras on every corner he couldn't understand why no one had shown up to end his little stroll. He knew they had to be watching, perhaps they were waiting for him to do something.
Most of the doors were locked and even though Devin was quite used to getting through doors, he figured to not get himself in too much trouble yet. 'Wouldn't want to rush things now would we?' he thought to himself just before he came across a slightly ajar door. The sign on the door said 'Rehabilitation Patients Room' and Devin smirked, 'Looks like I found my room.'
He quietly crept into the room to find a very stale, boring room with beds lined up against the walls with chests at the foot of them. The walls were a disgusting blue he did not find appealing and worst of all was the bars on the windows. It reminding him of how much like a prison this place was.... how much like the orphanage this place is.
That's when he noticed a strange, pathetic looking man rocking back and forth on one of the beds. He was very slim, too slim for Devin to think he was at all healthy. Then again, who is in this place? Seeing as the man was in the Rehab room, Devin figured he was some kind of junkie trying to get clean. 'We'll see about that..' Devin thought to himself.
The clouds overhead had begun to clear and the sun's light beamed through the barred windows. Something gleamed in the hands of the man on the bed from the sun that peaked Devin's interest. Seeing the guitar brightened up Devin's face immensely. His eyes widened and a long smirk rolled across his face. Devin was keen on just slipping away to another room until he noticed the beautiful instrument. He decided it was enough to address this freak, 'That's a beautiful guitar you got there. I'm a bit of a musician myself, would you mind if I...had a look see?'
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:21 pm
Jagger Harrison Taylor •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx• I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
Cause I got time while he got freedom,
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even Delicately Jagger stroked the guitar lovingly, as if it were a living thing. He hugged it close, his knuckles turning bone white from gripping the neck so hard. He didn't want to let go of the guitar and he wouldn't. No one was allowed to touch it, only him and him alone unless he said so. A voice startled him making him gasp, his wide glassy eyes landed directly on the newcomer. He wasn't dressed in that horrid green and he was not draped in a white coat, the two things that sent an wave of uneasy through Jagger. No, he wore a rather filthy looking jacket and jeans and seemed unkept. The boy's fuzzy, drugged, insane mind determined that the man must have been a fellow inmate. For a long moment he just stared at the man, then his words clicked. Slowly Jagger looked down at his guitar and pulled it closer to him as if he was scared the man would take it and smash it to bits. He certainly seemed like the type. "Thank you." He whispered in broken voice, trying to regain his speech. Hesitantly he bit his lip and ran a hand over the glossy wood mulling the man's question over in his racing mind. "You play?" He asked softly in his thick accented voice, a slight tremor in his high pitched tone. Gently he swept his bangs away from his eyes and peered up at the man biting his lip again. Slightly he loosened his grip on it and sighed. "You can look... just don't touch 'er." He sighed, he addressed the guitar as if it was a living breathing thing and to him it was. It talked to him when he played it and he replied when strumming. "'er name is Sydney." He prattled only, with a tiny smile as the name rolled off his tongue like hot melted butter. It was fitting. Jagger kept a hand placed on it at all times, like a dog guarding it's bone. His piercing orbs never lifting from the man as he regarded him somewhat nervously. He didn't trust him, he didn't trust anyone and he wouldn't ever trust anyone in a place like this. He certianly didn't trust the nurses, he wasn't too keen on the doctor either, something about her was wrong. This place was wrong, Everything was all wrong. He didn't belong here, and no one would listen to him. He was a goddamn rockstar and instead of getting a contract he got this mad house. •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 4:29 pm
Recorded butterflies in the twilight
Sneak out the closet
Memories are so kind, they're cruel
Quietly stealing the magic
From my view
I'm in a unawakening dream alone  Bella closed her eyes and sighed as she went up the stairs to show the patients where they would be staying for the remainder of how ever many days or years they had to. She kept glancing behind her every few seconds just to see if they were following. Then she would turn around with a quick jerk of her body and quicken her pace. She clutched a clipboard tightly to her chest and stood outside the door while the patients went inside. She watched as some of them conversed while one caught her eye. He was trying to hide his guitar without much success. She bit her lip and hated every minute of having to take it away from him.
Slowly her feet carried her to his bed where the two males were speaking. Ironically enough they were talking about the guitar that was soon to be confiscated. She held the clipboard up to her face and said in a tiny bell like voice, "Umm...I'm sorry but I am going to have to take that. Doctor Keillor specifically said that nothing that cannot fit inside the trunks are to be confiscated. Please hand it over." She knew she wasn't making much of an effort to take it but she would use force if she had to. Not her own of course but some of the security that were waiting outside the door as well.
The males scared her but she couldn't help but feel pity for them. Having to stay here in this dreary place only to be kept like animals that couldn't function properly in the zoo that was society. She wished there were some other way for them to get clean but she wasn't sure if there was. All she could do was try to be kind while at the same time firm to give them a push to be good. Stay with me tonight
So these tears can shine in the sky
Stay with me tonight
Drops of diamonds pour down
Reflect my eyes
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 4:41 pm
  Justine followed the nurse up the flight of stairs and into the room that was to be her home. She sighed as she looked around the room and chose a bed far from the males. She hated to leave the girls that she had spoken to downstairs and move on her own but they were not moving fast enough for her. Her bed was in the middle of two others and she hoped that perhaps the girl in the PVC outfit would choose one of them next to her.
She clutched her bag to her chest and then walked around to the front of the bed to where her trunk was. She opened it and found that not only did her small bag fit in but there was room for much more stuff as well. She would have to send for more things when and if she was allowed to call back home or at least write. Judging by the state of the place she very much doubted it.
With another sigh Justine went to sit on her bed and her eyes scanned the area, settling to watch the drama that was probably about to unfold when the timid nurse came up to take the guitar away from the small skinny boy. The new guy. The one in the gray sweater looked scary. She shrunk away from him a bit then looked away to avoid drawing his attention to her. She had a feeling that he could feel her gaze on him so she busied herself with looking out the window.   
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 5:02 pm
'Sydney?' Devin was starting to think if he had walked into the nut bar room. A man treating a piece of wood like the holy grail. He wondered what would happen if he just snatched it right from the wusses hands. His face would be priceless, but Devin was certain is death would be imminent. It wouldn't be a good start to building a 'loving' relationship with his fellow inmate.
That's when Devin heard what sounded like a whisper so meek it would disperse if you breathed toward it. He turned to see a nurse had approached the two of them. At first Devin was prepared to take off thinking they had found him, but something about the nurse told him she was unaware of his escape from the orderlies. She was more interested in the guitar which she was trying to confiscate from his acquaintance. She was definitely going about it the wrong way. Devin knew if his goody goody approach wouldn't work then her command to relinquish the instrument was definitely a one way ticket to a pissed off junkie.
'That might not be a good idea lady. In case you didn't notice, he's named the damn thing.' Devin knew that sounded a bit harsh, but it was him trying to help, kinda. The nurse didn't appear to be very willing or behind the idea to take the guitar. It was as if something was forcing her. Some higher power that demanded it. One that the nurse did not respect, but feared. 'What the hell kind of place is this?' Devin thought but not with any fear, it was with curiosity.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 5:26 pm
Recorded butterflies in the twilight
Sneak out the closet
Memories are so kind, they're cruel
Quietly stealing the magic
From my view
I'm in a unawakening dream alone Bella turned towards the other male and then looked down at her chart. "Devin Tremaine? I didn't see you walk in to orientation. You must have just showed up as we were leaving." Her looked was confused for a while as to how he got there but then her usual kind smile replaced it. "I'm just doing my job. I realize by the way that he is carrying and holding the instrument that he doesn't want it taken away but if I let him have it then it wouldn't be fair to the other patients."
She turned back to the tiny male and again held out her hand, "Please don't cause a scene. It would be much easier for both me and you to just hand it over." She snuck another glance at Devin before turning back with an attempt at a firm gaze on Jagger but only succeeded in looking helpless to his plight to keep something that he clearly treasured. She almost looked as if she were to cry but she did not. Doctor Keillor would only call her incompetent again and...punish her. Her body fell victim to a shiver down her spine.Stay with me tonight
So these tears can shine in the sky
Stay with me tonight
Drops of diamonds pour down
Reflect my eyes
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 5:30 pm
Jagger Harrison Taylor •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx• I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
Cause I got time while he got freedom,
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even Gently he traced his boney fingers down the strings, the feeling sent a tingle down his spine. Warmth flooded through him making him feel a little better. Music always made him feel better and when he was cut off Heroin and on cold turkey it was the only thing that kept him alive. Jagger plucked a chord still gazing at the other before something... or someone caught his eye. One of the nurses started to walk toward him slowly, gradually. She wasn’t the sadistic looking one she was the timid one. He wasn’t scared of her, what could she do? If she tried using force he probably could take her with what he had, but she probably had the guards. The odds were in Keillor’s favor here. The remaining color in his face drained to stark white, his body stiffened and he stopped rocking suddenly looking sick. His posture turned rigid and every muscle in him stiffened. “Damn.” He said to himself softly, he knew what was coming and all hell would go down. Defensively he leaned his body over the guitar starting to shield it. His ribcage started to ache from the guitar pressing into it. His breathing shuddered slightly and he started to panic, he looked like he wanted to hurl. Once she stopped in front of him he moved his gaze strait to her, his piercing orbs seeming to look right through her body with their haunted look. Jagger swallowed hard fighting to keep his cool; his mind was starting to race. The thoughts coming back, oh yes, the naughty, violent, little thoughts. A muscle clenched in his jaw as he peered up at her pulling the guitar closer, meshing it into his body shaking his head in response. Fear shined bright in his eyes as he started to shake violently. His gaze flickered back and forth between the two as they conversed as if he wasn't even there like he was deaf and not a depressed, Bipolar, Anorexic, Heroin Junkie fighting to keep the last shred of sanity he had left. “No, I’m sorry,” He paused with a slightly firm, levelled tone in his voice, biting his lip. “You don’t understand that I NEED it, I don’t want you to touch it.” He said and started inching back trying to make a point, she wouldn't have it. His body started to shake and his breathing quickened, panic setting in fast. “Can’t I keep it under my bed…? There’s enough room on my bed… I’ll sleep with it.” He murmured softly, becoming frantic, the thoughts increased until finally he snapped. “Stay away from me! I don’t want you touching her! You people don’t understand! I’ll die without her! I’ll bloody die!” His mood suddenly taking a sharp downwards spiral, his gaze turning wild. Jagger’s back was now against the wall, his arms wrapped tightly around his guitar. The sleeves of his hoodie had rolled down reviling all the carnage of the scars and needle tricks on his arms from both cutting and injecting. Tears started to well in his eyes threatening to spill over onto his cheeks, his voice starting to break as he rose his voice rebelling. “Don’t take her away… please…” He protested softly trying to move back more but the wall stopped him, Jagger was completely beside himself at this point. There was no where to run. If they took her away he would fallow, he didn’t care at this point if things got messy or if the doctor would punish him. Maybe they’d just throw him out, that’s what happened the last time he was thrown into a rehab and that's how he ended up back to square one but this time Heroin wasn't all that he got a hold of and shot up in his system. Tranquilizers, pain relievers, and even PCP he had saved from working at a vet clinic, he had done them all and it was just enough to drive him over the edge. Screw Keillor and her bloody rules. •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 10:16 pm
Siobhan
McManus Siobhan followed the rehab patients and their nurse until they got to the big room that would serve as their quarters. Siobhan groaned a bit when she realized the set up and conditions, but at least it was clean. The blond asian girl had gotten ahead of them and had all ready selected a bed. Still feeling a bit on edge and slightly depressed, she made her way over in that direction. Siobhan picked the bed next to her and sat down. "I don't think I got your name..", The irish girl said, holding her hand out to shake. "You can call me Clover, by the way..my friends did..", She added. ------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:27 pm
Recorded butterflies in the twilight
Sneak out the closet
Memories are so kind, they're cruel
Quietly stealing the magic
From my view
I'm in a unawakening dream alone Bella sighed and even teared up a bit herself as the patient started to put up a fight to keep his precious instrument at his side. She looked back to the door and motioned with her head for the security she had brought with her to enter the room. She smiled kindly at Devin and said, "Please move back as this may become a bit violent. I wouldn't want you getting hurt by Jagger." She looked back to the small anorexic boy and deep sorrow registered on her fragile features. She leaned forward towards him a bit and said in a comforting voice, "It's going to be fine honey and I'm sorry but I have to take it. It just wouldn't be fair to the other patients if you were allowed just that one extra thing to help you while they were told to bring nothing but the bare essentials. Now you can hand it over quietly and you will get it back eventually or I will be forced to ask these two gentlemen to help me. I don't want to do it please. Just hand it over." Her voice shook with how much she was frightened at what he could potentially do and how much he could disturb the other patients.
As she thought about this she looked around to see that two other girls had now entered the room and had chosen beds. She bit her lip. The small asian one like herself already looked a bit frightened as it was. She hoped that maybe the Irish model could help her through this in case Jagger made a big deal out of it.Stay with me tonight
So these tears can shine in the sky
Stay with me tonight
Drops of diamonds pour down
Reflect my eyes
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 4:34 pm
Justine glanced up at the girl who just entered the room. It was the Irish one who had started to speak to both her and the other girl but was cut off by the head doctor just as she opened her mouth. She smiled timidly at her then drew her legs up to her chest as she shot her eyes back towards the scene unfolding in front of her. She shuddered then went back to letting her attention be focused on the girl. "I'm Justine. It's nice to meet you Clover." She struggled for something to say but it was then that she could feel it welling up inside of her. The urge to take another pill. To go back to that happy place where all she did was feel so amazingly good and it didn't matter who she was with. Suddenly she thought of the other girl again and her eyes flashed. She had lust in her eyes as she looked up at Siobhan and soon her body followed. She stood up and walked over to her so that she was standing in front of her, "Do you know if that other girl I was talking to came up behind you?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:18 pm
Jagger Harrison Taylor •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx• I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in,
Cause I got time while he got freedom,
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even Defiantly the boy gazed back at the nurse, he could see the tears welling in her eyes. ‘Why is she crying?’ He asked himself bitterly, seeing how she had no reason to and if anything he should be the one reduced to tears. But then it registered, a voice crying, pleading out… his voice. He shuddered as the girl motioned for security, fear in his eyes. He flinched seeing her move closer to him, a whimper slipped past his lips. She was so close to him... he could have damaged her pretty little face, easily... but for some reason he couldn't, he wanted to, but he couldn't move. “No!” He screamed hanging onto the guitar for dear life, tears streaking his face. He moved a hand and snapped two of the vibrant rubberbands across his skin with a painful snap, the thoughts dwindled slightly. “It’s not fine! Life isn’t fair, nothing is fair! I was told nothing!” He screamed and shuddered, the day’s earlier events playing in his head. “I was dragged out from a bloody prison cell, thrown in the back of a cop car, I got nothing, I was told… nothing… they just grabbed me and my guitar and the few clothes I ‘ad left… they abandoned me… like everyone else!” He explained in a trembling voice, it was true, every word. Jagger’s tiny body racked as he started to sob having no control over himself. He probably would have simply handed it over if he had taken his medication, but only at the one promise of getting it back sooner than later. Although in the officers’ haste to get rid of the troubled addict they hadn’t bothered with his medication proving things more than difficult. Jagger shuddered still not giving the guitar up, he watched the nurse and the two officers’ through teary, sullen eyes. “I… don’t want you to take ‘er.” He muttered again, gaining some control over his voice; it came out more like a thick accented squeak. Slowly he started to scoot across the bed as if thinking he could escape. Gently he chewed at his lip, his eyeliner smudged slightly making him resemble a scared, starved raccoon. “It’s the only thing I ‘ave left…” He whispered and looked down at the raw carnage on his arms, but it wasn’t just on his arms. His screaming was downsized to a few pitiful whimpering noises and sniffles as he wrapped himself around his beloved instrument. “I’d rather die then ‘ave you take my guitar.” He murmured softly in a lifeless tone, his expression was dead serious. But he knew they wouldn’t because that would be called murder, even if he said for them to shoot him right on the spot. Jagger let his gaze fall on the nurse and for a moment, he almost seemed apologetic before it was replaced by fear and blind rage. He cradled the instrument and started to rock back and forth slowly again, his gaze almost seeming to dare them to get closer to him. •xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•xxx•
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:25 pm
Siobhan
McManus Siobhan shook her head and mimicked Justine's movement. It was a comfort move, as the drug was leaving her system, and her heart on the edge of being bereft. "I don't know where she went mon petite ange..", Siobhan replied. French sounded odd, but intriguing couple with her gaelic accent. "What's your poison?", She asked softly. The male patient distracted her a bit, and made her sad. Just because she had an addiction didn't mean that she didn't have a heart. "I wonder whats so different about this place..what is so special about it that it should help us more than some place nicer..", She sighed and folded her arms on her knees. Siobhan was aching for one more hit of the blow, the jitters that were setting in gave her skin a fine tremble.
Siobhan wanted so badly to be out and free, with her model friends and sinful parties. She brushed a hand through her long, straight mane of mahogany hair. ------------------------------
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:11 pm
Recorded butterflies in the twilight
Sneak out the closet
Memories are so kind, they're cruel
Quietly stealing the magic
From my view
I'm in a unawakening dream alone Bella sighed and held her clipboard up to her face. In a broken voice she said, "Well we are going to have to take it by force it looks like. We can't let you have a privilege the others are not allowed to have. Not even if you were not told. I'm sorry. Please hold him down after you take the instrument. He may need a sedative." She reached into her light green pocket of her dress and pulled out a slim needle filled with a clear liquid. She nodded to the security nurses behind her and they approached the small skinny boy. He would be easy to over power. Each one took one of his arms and began to pry them apart easily while one waited to grab the instrument at the appropriate time.
All the while Bella also moved forward with her needle in hand. The tears that pooled in her eyes at what she had to do would not spill over on to her face.Stay with me tonight
So these tears can shine in the sky
Stay with me tonight
Drops of diamonds pour down
Reflect my eyes
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