Coffin Nails {Open}

[laury]

Acelin rubbed her tired eyes as she swung her feet over the side of her bed and stumbled over towards the bathroom, slipping on a shirt that was lying on the ground. She growled to herself as she stood, throwing the shirt into her growing pile of laundry. “I should do my laundry,” she mumbled as she walked into the bathroom and squinted into the mirror as she flipped the lights on, groaning at her reflection. Her hair was sticking out at odd angles and in every tangle imaginable. Wanting to get rid of the mess atop her head, she threw her head into the sink and turned the freezing water on, letting out a yelp as the cold water hit her head. Ace threw back her hair as she stood and grabbed her brush of the counter to remove the tangles. Wringing out the excess water from her hair, she ran her hands through it a few times before she was satisfied and decided upon brushing her teeth, no one likes morning breath.

After she finished her routine and changed into new clothes, she walked out of the bathroom, dirty clothes in hand, and eyed her pile of laundry distastefully. She really wanted to put off doing her laundry and just let it sit there forever if she could but that was not going to happen. They would be mad that she did not act like an adult and they would put her through much more crap in therapy if she did not pick up after herself. Disregarding the basket, she picked up the pile of clothes and walked towards the door. But she turned around and picked up her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice before skipping out of her room and down the stairs.

With a small smile on her face, she threw her entire load of laundry into the drier and slammed the door shut, pressing the button happily. “That wasn’t too bad,” she grinned, having been able to kill time rereading chapters in her favorite novel while sitting atop the washer. Too bad drying clothes takes longer than washing them. Ace did not feel much like reading in the laundry room anymore so she walked out of the laundry room and towards the living room. She plunked down on the couch and stretched herself across it, bare feet dangling over the sides while she opened up her book and dove into the world of Elizabeth Bennett. However, after a few minutes of reading she grew bored and lay her book no her chest while glaring at the ceiling. Why was there nothing to do? She heaved a sigh of frustration and crossed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to humor herself, oh how she wished the asylum could not cage her. The depressing part was that she had only been admitted over a week ago so she knew it would be a long while before the doctors would even considering talking about her release.

((ooc: sorry it's a little on the short side, but I fail at starting lol))

[BELLE RAVEN]

Belle had been coming out of her shell a little bit lately. It was difficult. Beyond difficult really. She was still afraid of almost everyone. She was just trying to get over that fear. Because in all reality, nobody thought about her the way she thought they did. It was all mental. Some kind of picture she created in her head. Her therapist had also been helping to her develop coping methods when she felt like a hallucination was going to happen. she was really trying to get better. She'd been in and out of these place ever since the incident. It was time for her to actually learn something. To listen. Everyone seemed to be trying to rebel against help. But Belle didn't want to be tormented by hallucinations and nightmares for the rest of her life. She wanted to get over this and move on. But her situation wasn't exactly small. How many nineteen year old girls could check buried alive on their list of things they'd dealt with before? Sure the rape part was more common, but how many girls were raped, drugged then buried alive. She'd been dead before. Sure it was only two minutes. But two minutes dead was enough to traumatize someone for life.

She had already showered and changed her clothes. She had earned the priveledge to wear make-up only days ago. When they'd given her back her make-up case she was thrilled. She loved make up. Sure she never wore too much, but the little bit that she did wear made her feel ten times prettier. She wasn't an ugly girl. In fact, she'd been told loads of times that she was gorgeous. She believed it was her eyes more than anything. People were suckers for big blue eyes. She made a mental note to thank her father for giving her that gene once she made it to heaven or whatever the afterlife really was.

She smoothed out the fabric of her purple shirt then wrapped a striped scarf around her neck. She had paired that with some jeans and a pair of black Ugg boots. She hated the way the boots look but they were too comfortable to even care what they looked like. They'd been a gift from her foster father last Christmas. She loved her foster parents. Ever since she was six they'd been her angels. Her foster mother still blamed herself for what happened to Belle though. But they'd agreed that all guilt would be put aside and every effort would be taken to help her get better. She didn't care who's fault it was anymore.

The halls were full of conversation as she left her bedroom and made her way to the living room. Her roommate had woken before her because she was nowhere to be seen. She had a new roommate, a girl who had just come in a week ago. She hadn't even taken the time to talk to the girl yet. Mainly because she was afraid. She was always afraid. When she entered the living room and saw her new roommate lounging on a couch she figured it would be the perfect opportunity to get to know her. Or at least try. Her hands were sweaty. She was nervous. It wasn't because she found the girl to be frightening or anything. It was because interacting with anyone made her extremely nervous. She took a deep breath and then made her way to the chair that was across from the couch she was on. A coffee table filled the space between the two pieces of furniture. "Uhm, I've been meaning to introduce myself to you, being your roommate and all. I'm Belle."

[/color] She said in a timid voice. She was terrified. Her hands were shaking now. She smiled and tried to calm herself down. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[laury]

When Ace was alone her mind was prone to wander…and usually the results were terrible. It was because of this that she tended to avoid staying alone for any period of time because when she was alone all she had was her thoughts. Scary thoughts. Somehow they would always find a way to journey back through time into her childhood where she would relive the horrors that her father put her through. Ace could not even speak of the many incidents let alone relive every vivid detail. Therapists had learned a long time ago to not broach the subject of her past even though it was the core of her problems. They hated putting up with her ‘transformation’ into a werewolf. So they wasted multiple sessions on absolutely nothing because instead of helping her with her past they ignored it just like everyone else. That always angered Ace, the fact that no one cared to try to help her when the going got tough, they left her alone and in pain…just like her mother had done.

The very thought of her mother caused Acelin to shake with silent fury as she closed her eyes and attempted to calm herself. One thing the therapists had realized was that they needed to keep the girl in her normal cheery mood or they would have to put up with her screams as she ‘morphed’ into a werewolf. Naturally, the thoughts of her mother turned to those of her father calling her Cassie as he had always done. She never really understood why he had taken to calling her by the nickname of her middle name but it had made her feel like she was special to her daddy. Now the name caused hatred to bubble within. That’s what triggered the beast before she had killed her father, he had tried to calm her down saying ‘Cassie, calm down honey, Cassie.’ Oh the nerve! He was going to rape her and thought he could have the right to call her Cassie, the wolf was not about to take this sitting down. Her mind replayed the scene as the bones split apart on her hands, bones shifted in her back, and her face morphed into that of a wolf. The pain was all too real. It split her apart and caused her to scream as though she were being murdered, it was unbearable. Kill, kill, kill, that’s all her brain had registered that day and she had, killing both her parents. Now, just thinking about it she could feel the bones in her hands itching to shift. She clenched her teeth together and focused on breathing calmly to control the animal, this was not the place to morph or else her secret would be discovered.

However, the whispers began to fill her head with that taunting tone they always had, “Cassie,” they hissed as her dad’s face flashed in her mind. They began to pick up tempo as more voices joined in and she silently shook her head ‘no’ as she closed her more tightly. As she felt her body shuddered a few more times preparing for the change she began to whimper softly, the pain getting ready to set in and then, just as she felt a bone crack…the voice interrupted her thoughts. Disoriented, all thoughts left her mind and the wolf stopped trying to take control as the voices were immediately silence. Acelin was caught off guard by the sudden change and became a bit dizzy, falling off the couch and falling to the floor in a heap.

With a groan, she pushed herself upwards before sitting cross legged on the ground. Her blue eyes shot to stare at the girl she vaguely remembered as her roommate. “Oh! Hi there!” she cheered, her attitude completely changing in the span of a few seconds. A grin split her face as her eyes sparkled thankfully, this girl had pulled her from the dark, dangerous recesses of her mind and for that she was grateful. “I’m Acelin, but you can call me Ace or whatever you want really, I don’t mind.” The girl seemed a bit shy and Ace hoped that she was not scaring her because that would suck. Ace had no friends at the asylum yet and she felt if she was to make any this would be the first girl she would like to befriend. “Well how are you today Belle? What brings you down to the wonderful living room in the asylum?” she smiled as she leaned against the couch and bounced up and down, she was a tad hyper now at having met someone, possibly her first friend.

[BELLE RAVEN]

Relief poured over Belle's body when the other girl replied in a very friendly manner. She had hoped she was nice and now she knew that she was. A smile spread across her face. She had already made a couple close friends here but she had never grown too close to her other roommate. In fact the girl that was there before Acelin was a bitch. She hated Belle. And had triggered a couple of her hallucinations on purpose. She was a miserable person. She was transferred to another hospital a couple weeks ago to Belle's relief. She hadn't had a hallucination since. Her therapist said that she thought harsh and abrasive people tended to trigger her. She couldn't think of a time when that wasn't the case. Either that or she got way too nervous and jumpy. Either way, she was glad to have a new roommate that didn't find terrorizing her to be fun. Her nightmares and hallucinations terrorized her enough without all of the bullshit.

Belle relaxed a little. sinking back into the chair and letting the tension roll out of her muscles. She was comfortable now. Now that she knew this girl was going to be nice to her. "Acelin...that's a pretty name."

[/color] She said softly. She loved unique names. Isabelle was fairly common. She preferred to go by Belle. She'd preferred Belle ever since she'd seen Beauty and the Beast as a child. To this day it was still her favorite Disney movie. Not only that though, Belle was less common. She'd always cursed her birth parents for giving her the name Isabelle. It wasn't unique enough for her. She couldn't complain too much though. She could have been given a name like Britney or Ashley. She didn't even remember her birth parents. She was only two weeks old when they died. She'd been bounced around foster homes after that until she was six. That is when she was finally adopted. Her parents were incredibly nice people. Some of the most amazing people in the world. They truly wanted to help her get better. They hadn't put her in here to be vindictive or anything. Especially her mother. She felt like this was all her fault so she went to every length she could to help Belle get better.

When Ace asked what brought her down here she didn't know what to say. It was part of her routine. If she wasn't woken by a staff member and told she had to go somewhere, she always went to the living room when she first woke up. She'd spend some time there then go to the dining hall and get breakfast. "I don't know. Just routine I guess."[/color] She answered with a smile. "How about you?" She hadn't caught on to Ace's routine yet. She hadn't been her roommate long enough yet. eventually she would catch on to her mannerisms and ways of doing things. She kind of studied people in a way. It was her way of getting to know them better. She had noted that until she had spoken to Ace she had seemed quite serious but as soon as Belle spoke to her she had become bouncy and hyper. Maybe she had just been really bored and Belle had come and rescued her from boredom. That or she had some kind of mood disorder. Either way Belle didn't care. She never judged anyone until she knew for a fact her judgments were true.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[laury]

((ooc: I swear as I was reading through the post and I got to the part where she preferred to be called Belle I instantly thought of Beauty and the Beast. So I found it funny when the next sentences talked about it. But I swear when I’m talking about it in here it’s not because I’m trying to copy you or seem like Ace knows what Belle is thinking >.< ))


The smile caused Acelin’s grin to stretch even further across her face, if that was even possible. She enjoyed when others felt as ease around her because it made her feel good about herself when people were comfortable with being around her. Plus, this meant she was possibly on the verge of making her first friendship at the asylum, yay! Loneliness sucked because then Ace was more likely to suffer when left alone with her thoughts and the likelihood of phasing into a werewolf substantially increased. Friends provided sanity and stability, both things Ace was in desperate need of at this current stage in her life. She felt certain that if she was to morph one more time out of anger that some innocent people would be hurt. As long as it was just the full moon, she was sure she could manage to keep the wolf under control. Most of the time, the wolf was content by the full moon, but when brought out by anger it always felt the need to sink its teeth into something…well, more like, someone.

With a soft shake of her head Acelin allowed the thoughts to slop from her mind. Instead, she focused her attention on the girl in front of her rather than the depressing thoughts of her problem. “Why thank you!” Ace chirped, flashing a grin. Many people seemed to have problems with their names and wishing to make name changes but Acelin was perfectly content with hers. She had yet to meet a single person with her name and it made her very happy to know that she was unique in one way at least. It was something for people to remember her by if her craziness was not enough. “Belle’s a pretty name too,” she gave the girl a soft smile, “Reminds me of Beauty and the Beast, it’s an awesome character to have the same name as.” Acelin always appreciated Belle because Ace had never been one for the Disney princesses, though she did love the movies, but Belle was a refreshing one who was pretty normal with ordinary brown hairs and eyes and down to earth. Ace had also taken a liking to Jasmine though she suspected it was more for the fact that she had a tiger for a pet rather than any ‘charm’ the character possessed. Bell however, fell in love with a beast for his personality rather than his looks and so she had always held a deep respect for the fictional character who did not need a Prince Charming to fall in love. Acelin despised the false ideas of everyone having a Prince Charming and she was convinced she never would find one. She did, however, hope that one day she would find her beast, so to speak, that she could appreciate for his personality as he would, hopefully, appreciate hers. Ah, Ace caught herself as she found her mind wandering as it tended to do, her thoughts rambled just as she tended to do when talking to people.

Ace nodded her head in understanding, it made sense, people did not always need a reason to be in a place at a certain time. She wrinkled her nose as she recalled her laundry, “I’m down here to do my wonderful laundry, I don’t need them getting mad at me for not acting like an adult when I haven’t even been here for that long.” Ace winked at the girl mischievously, “I’ll probably get in trouble for many other things, I do not want laundry to be on that list.” Not that Ace was a trouble maker or anything but sometimes she was known to pull a prank or two. Hopefully, this asylum had a little more humor than her last one but she doubted that was the case. Routine was something Acelin never had, or at least she was unaware if she had one. Other than her morning routine, Ace tended to function spontaneously, deciding to do things last minute rather than out of habit. Monotony bored Acelin and she felt that doing the same thing day in and day out would become tiresome and irritate her even though there is not much to do when you are stuck in an asylum. Running a hand through her hair Acelin smiled at the girl again, “How long have you been here anyway? Do you know if there is anything to do because I have yet to find anything of interest and I really miss listening to music. Are iPods allowed here? Anyone of any pets? Do the therapists even care about their patients?! Because I really hate when the therapi-” taking a breath Acelin grinned childishly as she bit her lip. She tended to get carried away when asking questions and sometimes forgot to stop herself and allow the person time to process what she was asking and then answer. “Sorry, I have a rambling problem, just tell me to shut up if I continue talking like that,” a chuckle escaped her lips as she looked back towards the girl, awaiting answers to her questions even though she had forgotten half the questions she had asked in that short time span.

[BELLE RAVEN]

This girl seemed incredibly nice and happy. What the hell could have possibly landed her in a place like this? She took note of the mood change she had thought of earlier when she entered. But a simple mood disorder couldn't have kept her here for over a week. And there was no buzz about her getting out any time soon. If there were, Max would have told her by now. Max was her closest friend here. He watched over her. He also knew almost everything about the place. He'd been here for a year and was very social with the staff. So she was sure that if Ace was going to be getting out Max would know. So whatever was keeping her in here was more serious than a mood disorder. She wouldn't think about it too much though. It wasn't really her business. She always wondered what was wrong with others. She never asked them. She just wondered about it. Keeping her thoughts to herself.

Belle smirked as Ace voiced what she had been thinking. Great minds think alike, she would always say. "Well, Belle is short for Isabelle. When I was little, I decided I wanted to be called Belle after I watched Beauty and the Beast. Belle is my favorite Disney Princess. Beauty and the Beast is my favorite Disney movie actually. It has the best moral."

[/color] She had always loved the moral behind Beauty and the Beast. It taught people that looks weren't everything and that was something that was so important to teach kids. Too many kids grew up and terrorized other kids for not looking perfect. Belle herself had been made fun of in elementary school. Kids were cruel. Adults were even more so. They just aren't as blunt as kids. Adults did things in a manipulative way. They never just came out and said what they felt, like kids did.

Belle laughed when she said she'd be getting in trouble for other things. It was more difficult to get in trouble here than most people would think. She had remembered a growing pile of laundry on her side of the room last night before she'd gone to bed. "Getting in trouble takes a lot around here. I'm sure you won't get in that much trouble."[/color] She assured her. She had gone a week and a half without doing her laundry once and hadn't gotten in trouble for it. They held weekly hygiene lessons though. Encouraging everyone to do the right things for their hygiene. Max slept through the last one and so had she. They were the same every time. Nothing new. But the meetings had to be repeated for those who hadn't been there for the last one. They were big about hygiene here. But they wouldn't force you to be hygienic unless they felt they had to.

Ace started firing questions at her and Belle took note of every one so she could answer them all. She was good with answering questions. Her first question had been how long Belle had been here. "I've been here almost a year. In January it will be a full year. Me and my friend Max are the ones that have been here the longest."[/color] Her next question pertained to things to do and whether or not iPods were allowed. "Well, I spend a lot of time writing and reading. There is a library in the School Wing. Uhm, the art room is always open if you are into painting and stuff. There are instruments and stuff in the music room if you like making music. If you reach a certain level on the behavior chart you get the priveledge to play video games on saturday nights in here. As for iPods, anything with cords is not allowed. If you want music, you need to find yourself a battery operated radio. And even then you can't listen to CD's because CD's aren't allowed. You could easily choke or hang yourself with a cord and you can break a CD and cut yourself with it do they don't allow them."[/color] She answered. She had been completely pissed off when she'd heard this. When she got over being angry about it she had asked her mother to buy her a battery operated radio. Her next question was pets. "No pets."[/color] Ad her last question was about the therapists. Belle had a good therapist. A really nice lady. But some of them were assholes. "There are a couple really good therapists. One that is a complete jackass and the rest are just there. The doctors are the really nice ones. Especially Doctor Miller. She is a doctor and a therapist here."[/color] She had finally answered all the questions and smirked when Ace apologized for rambling. She didn't mind. This place was new and somewhat intimidating at first, it was nice to have someone to ask questions. "It's okay. I'm good with rambling."[/color] She smiled and shifted in the chair so that she was sitting indian style. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes and watched as some of the boys joked and laughed in the corner. She'd become used to them so they didn't bother her. Not to mention they were young. Young men weren't as intimidating to her as older men were. That's why they had made it a point to not only give her a female therapist but a female doctor as well.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[laury]

((OOC: sorry this took so long, lots of stuff happening right now >.< anywho! this post is a bunch of word vomit, as pleasant as that sounds, and runs rather long and has much babbling so i apologize in advance DX ))

Acelin still had her silly smile on her face, it never seemed to leave when she was around other people. However, when she was alone, the mood was noticeably darker unless she immersed herself in a book or distracted herself with music. But her music had been taken away from her as she was admitted into the asylum and she had very few books of her own. Therefore Ace was making her goal at hanging around as many people as possible while she dwelled within the asylum in order to keep her sanity and hopefully be released sooner than planned…but that was a long shot. Belle, however, seemed just fine and she could not even fathom what was wrong with the girl. Then again, people never would guess that there was something wrong with Ace but that was due to the fact that she felt there was nothing wrong with her. It was not her fault that she happened to be a werewolf, blame the genes not the girl! Doctors tried convincing her that she suffered from a disease they called ‘clinical lycanthropy’ but she knew what she was, and she was most definitely not pure human. So, she blew the doctors off for the most part and continued on her merry way. She listened to what they said to humor them but she could not be dissuaded from what she felt was the truth. Maybe one day people would accept the fact that she was part wolf, but she knew it would take a long while.

“Ohhhh, that makes sense,” Ace said with a small grin, “Glad to find someone else who feels the same way. Who needs Cinderella when you have Belle? And I completely agree! That movie is amazing and just happens to have great morals!” She was so excited to have found someone who felt the same as her. Most girls had fantasized becoming Cinderella and had thought Ace odd for taking a liking to Belle. The only part of the movie the girls Acelin had known appreciated were the talking teapots. They were very profound children.

Belle’s laugh caused Ace to grin wider than humanly possible. She had made the woman laugh and it made her feel good to humor at least one person in the depressing walls of the asylum. Her reply made Acelin fake a scowl, “Darn it, well that’s no fun! I was hoping to cause a bit of mischief in this place.” A pout formed on her lips but quickly dissolved back into her grin because she could never hold that sort of expression for very long. “Next time I’ll let my laundry just rot in the corner,” she said while wrinkling her nose at the disgusting thought, “Well maybe I’ll do it every once in awhile to avoid having our room smell.” It’s not that Acelin lacked hygiene; it was because she was lazy as hell and hated anything that required cleaning. Not that she was doing much with so much time on her hands but the very thought of cleaning caused her to cringe with disgust.

Needless to say, Ace was pretty impressed when Belle was able to answer all of her questions without a problem. Most people just gave her an odd look and told her she needed to slow down or they walked away and never came back. It was refreshing to meet someone who did not judge her and could also understand her with ease. Her first response, however, caused Ace’s eyes to widen in wonder, “An entire year?! Oh my lanta, I will go crazy if it takes that long for me to get out!” Ace knew she would probably be here for much longer but she never wanted to think about it or even count the days because it drove her insane to think about her imprisonment. “Max?” she questioned curiously, “I think I’ve heard that name mentioned before.” Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to remember why that name rang a bell but decided to drop it and continue on with the conversation. “Awesome! Sounds like fun and a great way to kill time. I like reading and art, though my artistic abilities are not that much better than a fifth grader it’s still a lot of fun!” Her smile grew wide as her eyes danced happily, at least there were some forms of entertainment here. The last asylum she had been to a few years ago allowed for absolutely nothing except staying in your room and pulling your hair out…and that was not fun at all. But her smile quickly fell as Belle told her why cords and CD’s were not allowed. “That’s terrible,” she murmured in shock, “I don’t understand why people would inflict pain upon themselves or wish to commit suicide, it sounds terrible.” Casting Belle a strained smile she continued on, “One time, in high school, a kid committed suicide. It wasn’t until the next day that I found out he had been in my first period class and I felt absolutely horrible. I mean, I was never mean to him and I knew he had friends but I wonder if I had been really nice to him or befriended him if things would have changed. Not that I can make that much of a difference in someone’s life, but I will probably always wonder if I could have. Now, I make it a goal to try to befriend everyone so at least I can know I tried to save a life.” Sure, Ace was aware that her hopes probably seemed ridiculous but she desperately wanted to help people and keep them alive because life was valuable, even if some people had a hard time seeing it that way.

“Darn, having a dog would make the time here fly,” Acelin muttered, slightly disappointed that animals were not allowed even though she had expected as much. She groaned, “And I have absolutely no luck so I will probably get one of the terrible doctors and therapists, but I guess there is some hope that I may get the good one. And yes, I would have to agree that you are, I’m glad someone can follow me,” a grin split her face as she chuckled but her mind, which had been trying to figure out why the name Max had seemed so familiar, finally clicked. her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as realization dawned. She scratched the back of her head as she let her hair fall in front of her face so she could peek out at Belle but not be seen. “Don’t be mad because I swear I didn’t say anything, I don’t even know who he is! I mean, it’s not that bad but it’s not very nice either,” she rambled a bit but bit her tongues as she caught herself. Right, just spit it out, no need to make Belle angry. Taking a deep breath, Acelin let the small incident out in one breath, “While I was reading my book in the laundry room two girls walked in and they were talking about some ‘freak’ who they thought was weird and should be allowed to die because he was too much of a ‘freak’ to be allowed to live.” She bit her lip, ok, she had said it wasn’t that bad but, in truth, it was awful. Who would say something like that about someone? It was plain hateful and wrong. Ace stared at the floor miserably, “They mentioned the name Max but I hadn’t been paying much attention at the time. Only now when you said it did it ring a bell. I’m sorry, I don’t know what compels people to say things like that.” She twiddled her thumbs nervously, despite the fact she had not done or said anything, she still felt guilty about it. Besides, she did not even know the man so who was she to judge?