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#2011-03-07 15:36:14, as written by Lovely VonSchultz

She was beginning to feel suffocated. As scared as Florence was, not to mention how humiliated she was, the young woman knew she needed to get out. Get some air. That's what her grandmother used to say all the time.

"Go outside. Get some air. The flowers will appreciate it."

A strange woman. A lonely woman. Florence felt like she never wanted to be that lonely. She wanted more than that... but in her current state, that future was looking more and more bleak. Murdering to live. What kind of a life was that, really? She cursed it, but also tried to get through it. A viscious cycle poor Florence Potter was in. One she must soon get out of.

A rumbling sound from deep within her stopped all wretched thoughts of past, present, and future. She was hungry. For regular, warm, homemade food. Of course, it would not be homemade here, but it would be warm nonetheless. Slowly pulling the sheets from over her head, Florence squinted at the bright light filling her room. How different this was to her former accomodations. One that made her feel a wee bit happier. Maybe she would get out? Pulling her barefeet from the bed and setting them on the warm, hard floor she stood up and opened the closet on the opposite side of the room. What sort of things would she find waiting for her there?

A rather nice crocheted sweater. Two-toned with gray and blue. Also a few pairs of jeans and a few used up t-shirts. This was nice. Much nicer than the gowns they were forced to wear in the other ward. This situation was becoming more and more curious. If she had guessed correctly, in her drunken, murderous stupor, she'd seen other guards carrying other creatures and humans to this same place. Perhaps this Asylum was for peoples like herself and not just crazies? Slipping into some wide legged jeans and some small slippers, Florence adorned a gray t-shirt and the knit-sweater. With a finger raking through her short black bob, Florence smiled awkwardly at herself in the mirror. Some silent investigation was needed, post haste.

Sliding over to the door, she opened it just a bit. It was not locked. Curious. Her heavy blue eye, lined with thick lashes, looked down the hallway. A few doors down she saw a quartet of other patients. They were dressed casually, as she was, and were speaking. Two boys and two young girls. It was a shame really, that Florence had not spoken up earlier in her life and said she was sane. Being in the Asylum for as long as she had wasn't suitable for a twenty-four year old. Especially a twenty-four year old that wanted a life. But Florence remained silent. Which was why she had been put there in the first place. Chewing at the inside of her lip, the young woman opened the door just enough to fit herself through and then shut it quietly behind her. Of course she would not speak with the others, just watch.

And so she stood there, watching their interaction, not taking into mind that she appeared as bat-shit-crazy as the patients in her former ward.

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