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Post by ECHO TERRI on Nov 12, 2009 23:02:21 GMT -5
Echo Terri made her way down into the living room. It kind of cracked her up that they called it that, if she was being quite honest. To her, it was nothing like a living room, would never compare to a living room. But that was alright. She supposed it was thusly named because it was where the asylum residents spent most of their time, which, she supposed, made sense. Either way, it was the best place to find entertainment. Or, at the very least, someone to talk to. It was better than sitting around the girl's dorm room, if nothing else. The dorm floor was perhaps the most boring place in the whole asylum. Anything had to be better than that place. Less boring, anyway.
She made her way down the stairs that led to the main story of the asylum. In all truth, it wasn't really so bad here. Echo didn't mind it much, anyway. In all honesty, it was better here than it had been after her father died. Her life had changed completely when her father died. She knew that it couldn't be helped, that nothing would change the past, that nothing she hoped or wished or prayed would change the way things were. But it didn't always keep her from trying. Well, not necessarily trying, because she wasn't that crazy. She still wished, though. And who wouldn't, when they had, in all truth, lost everything with their father?
And Echo truly had. Even her sanity. It hardly seemed fair, really, that one girl should lose so much in such a short space of time. A few moments, really. She sighed as the image came to her, like a replay in her mind, Echosaisse taking the jump, reaching, stretching, but not making it. And, as always the image brought with it the voices. It was enough to make the girl scream. She brushed a hand roughly through her blond hair, wishing, more than anything in the world, that she could just make them shut up. Of course, they didn't oblige. They never did.
Drawing a deep, steadying breath, she flopped down on the couch. It was surprising, really, to find that no one was there. However, she wouldn't have long to wait. No one could stand to sit around the dorms for long, they couldn't stay in therapy forever. Someone would be out eventually. It was just a matter of patience. One just had to wait. Someone would show up eventually. At least, Echo hoped so. It seemed like soial interaction was the only thing that ever shut the voices up...
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`words;; 435.
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Post by london on Nov 26, 2009 15:08:17 GMT -5
 I'm a troublemaker, not a double taker
The taste of the last drink was still lingering on the rim of his lips. He was by no means drunk, not even tipsy. He knew his limitations and if he was to sneak into a building strictly off limits to outsiders he'd have to be well aware of what he was doing and be completely focused on getting in, reaching his destination, and getting out without being detected. It made him feel rebellious and wild, like the sixth grade outcast Harriet the Spy.
It was one of his favourite books as a little kid. She is an only child who has mostly been raised by her nanny, Golly, rather than her materialistic parents. Harriet wants to be a writer when she grows up, and only Golly encourages her creative pursuits. Meanwhile, Harriet dons a yellow raincoat and a belt full of gadgets to spy on everyone around her, including her eccentric neighbour with a lot of cats and the other kids at school. Harriet's world begins to change when Golly leaves, signalling that it is time for her to grow up. Then a snobby girl a school, Marion, gets her hands on Harriet's special notebook and makes its contents known to the whole school. Soon everyone is against Harriet, and she must concoct a plan to get even.
Feeling like a child again, he compared himself to her and found his way inside the school. The only differences between Harriet and himself were, he wasn't looking for revenge, only wanting to see his sister, and he didn't have nay fancy gadgets, nor anybody supporting him. He had to do this on his own. He snuck in the back gates and found himself climbing up the gutter drain. Through a window and onto his tip-toes through a hallway. The place seemed dead, hardly any noise as he padded along in the halls until he spotted a little open area that caught his attention. He snuck around the corner and peeked his head in seeing a young girl on the couch by herself.
Knowing this was an asylum he was apprehensive and had plans in making sure she wouldn't see him but his plans were ruined and his mission was ruined when he tripped over his own feet and collided with the ground right behind the couch she sat upon and an "oomph" came from his lips. His instant thought was "shit. she's gonna go psycho on me and I'm going to get caught and arrested." He scrambled to his feet and was ready to run, he heard voices around the corner and it made him freeze. "Ah it was just the ghosts." someone who's voice seemed rather shakey said quietly. And the footsteps lead the other direction. He let out a breath and looked at the girl now staring at him. "Uh..hi?" he said apprehensively.
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Post by ECHO TERRI on Nov 26, 2009 15:43:31 GMT -5
Echo quite literally leaped to her feet as something crashed behind her. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she gave an elegant, feminine little gasp. It was the sort of surprised sound her debutante mother would have been proud of had she been around. Mrs. Terri had drilled it into her daughter that a lady never screamed. Gasped, perhaps, but screamed, no. It was funny, really, how far training could carry, how much you could ingrain something into someone.
Her own brown eyed gaze jerked toward the door as she heard voices. Someone mumbled about how it was probably just the ghost. A slight smirk came to her lips. If t hey only knew. Not that anyone would really believe this boy, this stranger, was here. Most of the patients would probably just assume they were seeing things, as Echo herself almost did. But when he spoke, she knew it was nothing even her own insane mind could have come up with. "Uh, hi?"
Echo had never been a creative person. Had it been a figment of her imagination, of her disillusioned mind, this boy would have had the voice of someone she knew, someone from her past. He clearly did not. He had a voice all his own. She couldn't help but burst out laughing at the statement as she walked around the back of the couch and offered her hand to help him up. "No offense, but that was not especially graceful" she said with a smile.
Her expression was sweet and open, not the shifty eyes or tremors of someone who was crazy. The voices were almost unbearable now, yelling at her all the reasons this boy could be here. None of them were likely, and, for a moment, she was tempted to simply scream. If it weren't for the fact that she was already crazy, as she was hearing voices in her head, the voices would have driven her crazy. You couldn't be crazier than she already was, though.
The silence was a little awkward, but you never would have known it to watch Echo. She filled it smoothly as she wandered back over to the couch, inviting the kid over with a prim wave of her hand. "I'm Echo. Echo Terri" she said easily, her thick British accent readily apparent. She offered him a sweet, radiant smile, a gesture that completely opened up her face and her expression.
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Post by london on Nov 26, 2009 16:08:12 GMT -5
I'm a troublemaker, not a double taker
The girl was startled by his...lovely entrance but she didn't seem scared, although he was most definitely an intruder to this place, homing mentally ill patients. He was more scared than she was and it bugged him. His manly boost starting to boil. He was a man, why the heck was he scared and what was he scared of? Some little female? he shook his head and had to do a double take as the girl now stood next to him offering a hand up. He took it and got back onto his feet, brushing himself off. She chuckled, telling him he wasn't graceful and he shrugged. "Are people usually graceful when they trip?" he asked with the same pleasant, open expression she had just given him. She introduced herself, in a friendly manner, re-offering her hand to shake and adding on her name. "Echo?" he repeated quietly. "That's an interesting name." He nodded with a smile. "I-I'm London." he responded with a small shake of her hand.
Perhaps if he had taken a little bit more alcohol in he wouldn't have been so clumsy, and he wouldn't be having this conversation. However, she didn't seem to mind his presence and she wasn't screaming for the doctors to come drag the stranger away..so for now she was alright in his book. He sub-consciously looked the girl over. She had shoulder length, light brownish gold hair and it seemed to have a bit of a reddish shine to it as she turned and the sunlight from the window hit it. Her lips were thin, and her mouth was wide but it had a pretty upturn to it and she looked like...if she were to be sad she'd have a hell of a pout to get whatever it was she wanted. London wondered to himself if the girl had been here long, because her eyebrow didn't match the color of her hair. Usually girls with non matching hair colors, had previously dyed their hair. But if she'd been there long at all she wouldn't have been able to access hair dye. He shrugged off the thought and peaked both directions apprehensively before gently setting himself on the couch as well. He wouldn't stay long..just enough to speak to the girl, possibly a friend and then go see his sister. Maybe she knew his sister and could help him find her?
"This place is...kinda creepy." he said truthfully. "How do you manage to sleep..?" he was hoping with every fiber in his being that this girl wasn't an insomniac and he wouldn't offend her by what he'd just said. Being in a place like this, you knew really knew what to expect.
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Post by ECHO TERRI on Nov 26, 2009 22:42:30 GMT -5
The girl smiled again as the boy sat down next to her, and shook her hand, telling her her name was interesting and then introducing himself as London. "I could say the same" she responded easily, with a slight smile, not offended in the least. She knew that Echo was an unusual name. And in all honesty, she liked it. She didn't know many people with her name, and frankly, she was one of those girls who liked to be unique.
She nodded a bit when he said the place was kind of creepy. It was the truth. Of course, after you'd been here a while, you didn't notice nearly so much. That was always how it went. One adjusted to their surroundings and after a while it was just normal. It was all you knew.
She smiled a bit and shrugged when he asked how you slept. "You don't at first" she responded simply. "It's just like anything else, though. You get used to it after a while." she responded easily. She was a little curious about why he was sneaking around, because he was clearly not a patient; there weren't very many of them, and Echo knew all of them by sight, if nothing else. She was pretty sure outsiders weren't supposed to be allowed in. However, she didn't figure it was any of her business. If he wanted to sneak in, that was his problem. Although why exactly he would be sneaking in if he found the place so creepy was beyond her.
Everyone had their reasons, though. Who was she to judge? In truth, Echo was a very chill person. She wasn't someone to ask a lot of questions or stick her nose in where it didn't belong. She had always been that way, and in a lot of ways it made her a lot easier to get along with than she might have been other wise. Silence fell, but Echo wasn't that uncomfortable with it. In fact, the girl was a lot more comfortable with silences than a lot of people. Some people absolutely hated silence. Echo certainly wasn't one of them. In fact, she kind of enjoyed it. Silence was good, sometimes. Peaceful.
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