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Seeyanne jumped at the sound of a voice, her hands springing to her chest, stumped claws out, in an awkward attempt at defense. Her eyes went wide in her head as she took in his totally male form. "Get.... get away from me or I'll scratch you!", she threatened, besides the fact that her supposed weapons were blunt and void.
Was this guy another patient? Oh, he must be crazy if he was in this place! She eyed him up and down. He was certainly another patient. She backed further into the wall behind her, trying to retreat from the stranger. "Look, I'm just fine, just like you, kay? Don't try and grab me, I will bite! These people are always TOUCHING ME!", she squealed, her weak legs giving out from under her.
One of the doctors had informed her if she didn't start eating, they would force feed her. They said they might have to stick a tube up her nose. She banged her head against the wall behind her, then stopped suddenly, worried she might alert the doctors or the guards. One guy was more then enough to deal with.
He hadn't sounded hostile when he spoke to her, but she was still frightened. She scratched at her scars pointlessly, her blunted fingernails not even being able to open the weak scar tissue. "What, do I not look like I'm okay!?"
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Edit | Flag # Kura Asylum, 2012-02-18 17:13:43, as written by foreverxraining
"Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you..." Ezra looked nausious at the thought. He hasn't touched another person in years. Only the doctors had but they were always wearing gloves. His ice blue eyes widened curiously at her attempt to scratch herself. "And to be honest, you don't look that awesome, or healthy..." He wished he was back in his new cell. BEing so close to an upredictable person was killing him. Why had he walked up to her? He noticed all the scars on her arms and it reminded him of his own. The countless marks that were littered all over his body because of his need for blood.
"Just like me.." He wrinkled his nose. "I'm pretty sure I look sane enough. More sane then you anyway..." He straightened himself as he inwardly yelled at him for being so rude.
"Sorry that wasn't right. You look great. Do you need help getting anywhere or something? I can go get a wheel chair or something..."
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# Kura Asylum, 2012-02-18 17:45:29, as written by HadoukenLSD
Seeyanne stared blankly at the strange male before her. She felt comforted as he informed her he would not touch her. He'd be about the only one who didn't want to prod and poke her. That made her releax a little.
And then he basically insulted her, critisizing her physical state. She caught him looking at her arms, noticing her many scars, pricks and gashes, holes and cuts, a numerous array of 'body art', as she prefered to call it, made from various weapons. He seemed just as uncomfortable in the presence of a stranger as she was. He had approached her though, hadn't he? She hadn't asked to be bothered. She was simply going to look out a window to see if she could see any more cats....
Then the male's person suddenly changed. From blatantly rude, he suddenly became genuine and apologetic. She cocked her head in confusion.
"I'm not crippled, you know. No matter what the doctors, or you, or anyone else says, I'm perfectly healthy".
She eased herself to get up, pressing hard on her scrawny arms and raising herself, making the act of standing seem like a chore. "I'm going to go find a kitty before those nasty doctors come back", she said matter-of-factly, turning her attention to the hall, in the direction of the window.
Then she turned back to the stranger. "Wait a second... if you're so sane...Saner then me, as you say, why are YOU here?"
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Edit | Flag # Kura Asylum, 2012-02-18 18:07:45, as written by foreverxraining
Kitty? Ezra tilted his head. He loved cats. He had one when he was a little boy... Until his step sister made his mother get rid of it.
"I never said I was sane." The blonde teenage looked at himself. "I said I looked sane," This made his head hurt and he ran a bandaged hand through his hair. The urge to see red made his finger tips itch
Ezra Snow closed his eyes remembering the way the man that was his Step father had thrown up the first time it had happened. Little Ezra had been huddling in the corner, twitching from the horrors of his nightmare. The need to express it in blood had just possessed him, making him dig deeply into his arm with his sharpened pencil. Then the hellish pictures were there, Ezra barely concious on the floor and his step sister screaming, his step father retching.
It was beautiful in a twisted way.
"Let's just say that my step father got sick of all the blood." He bit the inside of his cheek forcefully, supressing the depressing memories. The rusty tang made him smile faintly. His button down dress shirt clung to his muscular frame as he breathed in deeply. The nightmares were coming. A bead of sweat fell down his nose and he looked at the first person he had talked to in years.
"My name's Ezra by the way."
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