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Post by angel on Nov 12, 2009 2:27:06 GMT -5
in the coin laundry? ~  ~   Are you ready for this? Strap youself in. The ride is about the start. A rollercoaster of emotions. HERE. WE. GO!She had been here for a little while and she was already washing her clothes. It just reminded her of when she lived at home and took after the kids, always stuck in the house washing things. Shaking her head Angel sent the stands of hair around her face bouncing and swaying, glaring at the washing machine she eyed it for a little while before she moved up to it. She hated washing things. Sighing Angel placed her clothes on the top of the washing machine. Leaning against it she glared down at the lid as if everything that had happened to her was it's fault and not her's. Angel was never one to pick up after her own mistakes she left that to everyone else, her twin brother always picked up after her after she became mentaly unstable. He had managed to keep the kids together and everything, unlike her. She was just like her parents, a druggie who couldn't do a thing right by anyone. "Why me?" she groaned softly as her stunning blue eyes continued to glare as the machine before she pushed off it and turned around, crossing her arms over her stomach she started glaring at the hem of her floor length black dress. Nothing was going right currently. She had no friends and this place and no-one to talk to, so far it wasn't so bad.  FOR :~: open NOTES:~: title from coin laundry by lisa mitchell QUOTE:~: "can i be the girl that you met in the coin laundry?"  © To Myst steal and I will send my army of Gummy Bears, Jelly Babies and all things yummy after you!!!! [/center]
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Post by jake on Nov 12, 2009 2:50:59 GMT -5
Jakob checked the list to see what he was in charge of today. The first thing on the list was to monitor the laundry room and the living room until after lunch. He sighed. He hated monitor duty. But every counselor had to do it so he tucked his copy of today's list in is pocket and headed to the laundry room. When he walked through the double doors he was surprised to only see one person inside. Angel was fairly new and kept to herself for the most part. He hadn't really spoke to her yet but had taken the time to read her file. He did that with ost of the patients. He liked to get to know them and see inside their world. She looked a little frustrated. Most of the newer patients did.
"How are you today, Angel."
[/color] He asked, lifting himself onto one of the folding tables to sit. There were chairs but he hated sitting in them. They were really uncomfortable. His legs dangled, even though the table was fairly short. Jakob himself was fairly short. Standing only 5'5". He'd been tormented for it as a kid. He still hated it. But he couldn't change it so he didn't dwell on it too much. Something else he hated was the uniforms the counselors were forced to wear. Khakis and black polo shirts with the Crescent Hills logo on them. He hated khakis and polo shirts but he loved his job. Which is why he dealt with it. He could give up comfort to make others comfortable.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angel on Nov 12, 2009 3:13:06 GMT -5
in the coin laundry? ~ ~ Startling out of her thoughts Angel looked up from the floor to the counselor who had spoke to her, frowning lightly she pressed her lips together looking as if she was going to be rude and not say a word what so ever. It was what she normally did when she wanted time to herself and her thoughts, watching him for a moment she glanced away slightly before looking back at him. " Fine" she spoke stiffly her voice was soft and sounded almost child-like and innocent, she didn't like talking to people really. She had a slight issue with being a 'people person', but she wans't really fine. She wanted, for some reason, to go home to the recklessness. Back to the people she loved. Looking away from him back to the floor she glanced up slightly before pushing off of the washing machine she turned around and put her back to him, she didn't want people around her. Not yet anyway. Lifting the lid she pushed her clothes in side and shut the lid, she really had no wish to do her washing not yet anyway. Turning back around slowly she crossed her arms back over her stomach her eyes cast to the ground as she got comfrotable against the washing machine once again. FOR :~: open NOTES:~: title from coin laundry by lisa mitchell QUOTE:~: "can i be the girl that you met in the coin laundry?" © To Myst steal and I will send my army of Gummy Bears, Jelly Babies and all things yummy after you!!!! [/center]
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Post by jake on Nov 12, 2009 17:28:37 GMT -5
Jake knew that a file couldn't tell you everything about a person but he knew it could tell him enough to give him an idea of how they would act toward him. He was pretty good with guessing how people would respond to him. Angel probably thought he was just being nice because it was his job to be nice. Not to mention if she knew that she was older than him she'd probably think he was a joke. A lot of the patients thought he was a joke when they found out he was younger than them. He was used to that though. People had always though he was a joke growing up. Her one word answer was enough to say that she didn't really want to talk to him. But if he went with what she wanted he wouldn't be doing his job very well.
"It gets easier, you know. The first week or so here is hell but after that it gets easier." He'd heard patients say this a million times. Not to mention he'd felt the same way during his first week of work here. Living in the asylum made the staff residents of an asylum and sometimes it could drive them a little bit crazy. His first week he'd been mistaken as a patient over ten times, even though he was wearing the uniform. It had pissed him off to the point of having to tell the boss to tell all of the other counselors and orderlies that he was a staff member and not a patient. But ever since things had been fine. Apart from the occassional nasty comment on his ways of working. Not all of his coworkers agreed with how friendly he was to the patients.
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Post by angel on Nov 12, 2009 17:55:57 GMT -5
Raising her eyes from the ground Angel frowned lightly at him, hell. He had never been through the hell she had? She had watched her parents screaming at eachother demanding drugs and anything else they could get high off. "This is nothing compared to hell..." she said softly as she shook her head slightly.
Her thoghts continued to run through her head. If this place was hell then her life must have been heaven...or was it the other way around? She was going with the other way around. As she looked at him she frowned again slighty before speaking without thinking, "Aren't you like...a patient or something? I mean you fit the discription" she said.
Going wide eyed she blushed deeply "Sorry....I uh....spoke without...um....thinking" she mumbeled seeming very embarrased at what she had said, great she had been talking to someone for a very short time and she had already blurted something stupid out. Now all she wanted to do was get drunk or high...or both. They worked for her when she needed to forget things and right now was something she wanted to forget.
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Post by jake on Nov 12, 2009 18:17:13 GMT -5
When she mentioned that this place was nothing compared to hell, he looked at his feet. It made sense. people here were nice. You got good food, most of the time, depending on how many patients were there, you could get a room to yourself. You didn't have to worry about family or friends. It was like a weird sort of vacation for some people. A vacation he wouldn't necessarily recommend.
Jake laughed when she mentioned him looking like a patient. "You don't know how badly I wish I had a dollar for every time someone asked me that. I'd be a rich man." He could tell she was really embarrassed and there was no need for it. He could see how he could easily be mistaken for a patient. He had the appearance of a lot of the patients. He figured it was the somewhat messy hair and the tattoos. they usually made people think he had been admitted here instead of hired to work here. "Don't worry about it. I get it all the time." He said, a smile still playing across his face. "I'm Jake, by the way." He said, hoping maybe she'd see that she hadn't really bothered him at all with the comment. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable about anything she said.
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Post by angel on Nov 12, 2009 19:05:31 GMT -5
Uncrossing her arms Angel gave a very small wave of her left hand "Hi" she said softly so it was almost a whisper, rasing the hand she had waved with she started playing with the strands of hair around her face. "I don't need to introduce myself seeing as you more then likely have read my file" she stated simply with a small shrug of her shoulders.
"So what made you want to work here?" she asked giving a light frown as she continued playing with her hair, one thing she never understood is why people gave up their time to look 'after' people with problems. It was just stilly that people gave up comforts to become uncomfortable to make others happy.
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Post by jake on Nov 14, 2009 16:08:51 GMT -5
He could tell that she thought she already had him figured out. She probably thought he was just like the rest of the staff. Read her file and assume they know her. But that wasn't how he thought. He knew that there was more to these patients than what was in their folder. Of course, patients came in with the preconcieved notion that they had to hate everyone and be bitter while inside the walls of the asylum. He respected them no matter how rude they were to him. Angel wasn't being rude. She was just trying to figure him out and he would let her ask any questions she wanted. He was far from shy and would share whatever she wanted to know. "Yes I have read your file. Unfortunately that's part of my job. But I can assure you that I don't make assumptions purely based on your file. I'd like to get to know you. I'm more realistic than most of the other staff members."
[/color] He said, hoping she'd see that he was trying to be friendly, not analyze her. When she asked him what made him want to work here he smiled. "Well, it was the only place in town where a person with my degree could find work. And I didn't want to leave my hometown. And well, I wanted to help people. My cousin was in here once and he told me how the staff members were total assholes to him and I figured maybe this place needed a staff member who was nice for a change."[/color] He answered. He probably sounded corny. He loved his job though. Not for one minute did he regret his decision to work here.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angel on Nov 14, 2009 22:52:57 GMT -5
Letting her left hand drop from her hair she watched him for a moment, he was being nice to her. As if she was his friend or just some normal person without too many issues in the street. He wasn't questioning her choices in life or asking about why she had chosen to take drugs instead of looking after her family while her parents couldn't. She had always hated questions like that and him not asking them straight away made her feel slightly happier, it also made her want to answer any question he had for her.
"Well it's good that you did come to work here, because I don't think I could put up with the other staff here because they are just....rude" she said softly with a small shrug of her shoulders as she glanced away from him as if thinking about something else to say, the truth was that she had no clue what to talk about. It just felt werid talking to someone who was here to keep an eye on her and look after her to make sure she was comfortable.
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Post by jake on Nov 21, 2009 13:12:29 GMT -5
Jakob could see that she had started to let him in a little. He had gained a bit of her trust and he was happy for that. He didn't like making the patients uncomfortable. It wasn't his job to do so. Although some of the patients took his friendliness to be weird. Different patients had to be approached in different ways. He had mastered the technique of connecting with them. Not because he wanted to try and fix them but because he wanted them to know he cared and that they could confide in him. He was the most popular staff member and that was because he cared. Not because he was like the other staff members. They were just jealous, hence why they told him his ways were stupid. The other staff members didn't feel the need to be friendly to the patients if they weren't friendly to them. It was sad really. Some of these people really just needed someone they could trust with their deepest feelings. They understood that Jakob had to report everything they said to him that was important to their doctor and therapist. Well, he always made it clear.
"Well I'm a nice guy. I do have to tell you though. If you ever confide anything really significant in me I have to tell your therapist and doctor. If I didn't I would lose my job. I know you probably weren't thinking about telling me anything really significant but I have to warn you. I've had issues with patients before because they thought what they told me was completely confidential. I mean I don't carry around a notebook and write down everything you say but I do keep note of it. I do have responsibilities. But I won't spill everything you say to them. Some things are better left unsaid when it comes to the therapists."
[/color] He sometimes wished that he could be a therapist here so that maybe one of the therapists would be liked. He had applied to be a therapist but he had been told that without a bachelors degree he'd have to work his way from a counselor to a therapist. He respected that. He just wished the process weren't so slow. He was working on his last year of his bachelors degree. Attending classes at night when his shift ended. It was hard to juggle his life. His sleep was limited. But he enjoyed his job and he enjoyed school so he wouldn't give up either. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by angel on Nov 22, 2009 2:28:30 GMT -5
Angel bit down on the corner of her bottom lip; she didn’t want her therapist or her doctor to know anything significant about her. They could learn that from her files or from calling a hospital she stayed at, but she didn’t need them to know anything about her.
“I-I get that” she said softly, she was starting to think weather or not she should tell him too much about her life that she had lead outside of this hospital. Pressing her lips together she cast her eyes to the floor she didn’t want to tell him anything, “T-There’s nothing that I would tell you that would be interesting to tell them” she adding making a mental note to not say anything that he could tell them.
Glancing up at him she looked away from him again as she crossed her arms firmly against her stomach, she wanted out. But she doubted she would be allowed out of this place unless someone bailed her out, but even then those chances looked slim seeing as her family very rarely came to see her. And even then it was only her brother who came to see her.
Her parent’s were too high to even leave the house these days, that thought made her feel guilty for screwing up her life the way she did. Looking down at her arms she saw the edge of some of her scars, a painful reminder for her never to do drugs again. Another painful reminder was that she didn’t keep her baby because she didn’t want it, her life just seemed crap.
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Post by jake on Dec 2, 2009 0:06:28 GMT -5
Jakob knew he had changed her mind about him just by saying that. she had been comfortable with him for a second but now that was changing. She didn't want people to know what was going on inside. He understood that. But he'd still try to get her to be friendly with him. that was how he was. He'd come across others like her before. It was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. But he also understood that everyone was different and that Angel wouldn't act the way others had in the past. He always made sure to never treat the patients like he already knew them. That was the biggest mistake. By assuming he knew them he set himself up for immediate rejection.
Jakob smiled before speaking again. "I'm sure, but it's still my job to let you know. So, I'm going to be honest with you, I read your file. I read everyone's file. But I don't read it to try and find out who you are. I just like to know what you've been through. I just want you to know that what happened with you isn't uncommon and you shouldn't blame yourself. You were under a lot of pressure. It makes it a whole lot easier to crack." He would end any talk about her situation in life right there. He didn't want to cross any boundaries and piss her off. He just wanted to attempt to comfort her. "and I promise I won't say anything else about your file now unless you want me too." The washing machine at the other side of the room was rattling. A lot of the patients would throw their laundry in and leave it then come back later. Some of them were smarter and stayed with their belongings. Some of the patients here had sticky fingers. It was always smart to keep an eye on your stuff in the laundry room.
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