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Molly McMann

"Oh, my gosh shut UP! Nooo... Ssshhh... oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? I didn't mean to. I can't tell you why I said that. I just had to. They won't be quiet... Nevermind."

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a character in “Dead Poets society”, as played by FalloutRomanae

Description

Name: Molly McMann

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Reason for breakdown: She believes that she has a serious mental disorder, but her parent wouldn't believe her. She grew increasingly frustrated with her inability to cure/express herself or get her parents to get a psychoanalyst for her.

Appearance: Molly has extremely long (almost down to her waist) brown hair, hazel eyes, fair skin, and a hour-glass shaped body. She wears her hair down, untouched by a curler or straightener, with messy but cute bangs. She is slightly bow-legged. Of course, she wears the uniform of St. Joans.

Likes: Cats, Languages (esp. German and Latin), success, silence, writing, Pink Floyd, Classical music, Mozart, G. F. Handel, Wagner, Tchaikovsky, Prokoviev, Carmina Burana.

Dislikes: girly-girls, ignorance or the love thereof, failure, loud noises, bugs, the forms in her head.

Habits: She has an odd thing where she tenses up her hands so that they are flared, then claps with the tops of her palms.

History: Molly was born to a happy family and was a happy child. However, sometimes she would act oddly, such as screaming right before falling instantly asleep, or fixing her gaze on nothing and then crying. She was a brilliant, well-behaved kid and was sent to a normal private school. However, being so smart, she soon learned to compare and compete with other students. Then she realized that the way she acted was portrayed in movies as insane, and she was incredibly different from her peers. After years of doubt and frustration, she finally came to her parents about it. They brushed it off as a 15 year old girl wanting nothing more than to be different. But what they didn't know is that Molly had been having these hallucinations and flashbacks to things that didn't happen and such since she was seven. Frustrated, she lapsed into a long silence. All of her schoolmates noticed it, but her parents didn't. She became angry and solitary, striking out with bitter sarcasm against everyone who forced her out of her mind to talk to them. She was enraged by her inability to explain to her classmates why she acted the way she did. She would sit motionless for hours and think about being someone else, someone from movies, books, or video-games. This was completely normal behavior from an eight-year old, but this persisted even into her young-adulthood. Finally, at school in Algebra II one day, she banged her head against her desk and screamed, covering her ears. She wailed that the forms in her mind were torturing her, and no one could hear her screams. She begged them to be quiet and to stop reminding her of everything. Then she bawled for anyone to hear her. She pleaded with her classmates and teacher to listen, just for a moment. Then she began to slam her head against the desk and punch her arms. Being very disturbed at this, the teacher called her parents, and then you know the rest...

Theme song: The Final Cut by Pink Floyd

Other: Molly loves music, because when she listens to the music it fills her up, and the noise in her head goes completely away. She loves that melodic silence. Also, she is a tomboy and used to take fencing classes.

So begins...

Molly McMann's Story

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Molly watched as Lacross huffed and scuttled off. When he came back she waited for him to draw. He was a good drawer, and she was happy to watch and wait. There was nothing to do anyway. Recreation time was terribly boring. She looked around the room and saw some people laughing. If only she could be that happy. They looked like they were on the road to recovery, whereas Molly was on the quick freeway to death. When she turned back, Lacross was holding out shamefully a picture of something.

"Oh, don't be silly, Lacross, you're a great artist!" she said, misunderstanding his shame. Then she looked at the picture. "Oh..." she breathed. It was beautiful in an odd way. A way that appealed to Molly's inner animal nature. It was elegant, too, in the way that the feathers and furs declared a connection between man and nature. What kind of connection, Molly wasn't sure, but it was a connection. "You and your mother?" Molly asked quietly.

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Lacross scoffed at the question. His mother he barly knew from her passing away from illness. Although she was kind to hi, she had also been very sickly from what he remembered. He grabbed another piece of paper and started to sketch. First was the woman, then himself and then another male. The other male was slightly taller then he was and wearing a business suit. He also drew of pup of some kind under himself and and arrow coming from the other male and and connecting arrow to the woman and the other male, trying to say that the man and woman were siblings.

Then again, not being able to speak made him agitated. Lacross placed the picture in front of molly and started to pace around the table on all fours. Usually, he would be able to speak be now. Too many people, too many unfamiliar faces. Some stared and snickered at him, others he could hear mocking him for what he was. He never liked most people; always judgmental to those they don't understand and trying to change it in to something that they can. Never changing themselves and chattering about crap no one care for or mocking differences.

"Hey beast boy! Want a dog treat?" He heard one call out to him. Lacross ignored to comment while the rest of the room started to laugh and the nurse trying to settle them down. He laid under the table, watching everyone while hiding where he was. He didn't want another outburst, but if he were to be touched...all bets were off.

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"Oh, okay." Molly said, feigning understanding. She had no idea what this kid was trying to get across, but it was weird, whatever it was. She could always ask him later. She smiled and nodded - the standard response for someone who didn't understand someone else. She was about to say something else when she heard snickering behind her. She turned around.

'Hey, beast boy! Want a dog treat?' Now that was just low. If there was anything Molly couldn't stand, it was ignorant hate. The girl stood up in front of Lacross, her fists clenched like a little kid whose toys were taken from her. "You slime." she said through clenched teeth. Anger clouded her vision and she felt reality slipping. She chose to ignore it and continued. "He didn't do anything to you!" A nurse frowned at her and began to make her way over to Molly to calm her down. Molly would have none of it. "He's not a joke. A joke... a joke..." Molly began to stutter like a stroke victim. She watched as reality slipped through her grasp and danced off to play. The nurse came over.

'Calm down, sweetie.' she said with a syrupy tone, reaching for a syringe. Molly sat down immediately and the nurse went away. Molly tried to apologize to Lacross, but all that came out was babble. "Gaius Flaminius didn't mean to lose Rome." she said. "Hannibal was just too good for him." At least this makes two of us. she thought. "Gaius Flaminius had another consul with him, you know." she finished. Then she giggled. Looking at Lacross miserably, she picked up his drawing and turned it over. On the back she drew two stick figures with no mouths. They were holding hands. Around them were laughing faces, but there was a wall around them. She smiled. She wasn't a very good artist, but she thought that communicated what she wanted. They could stand firm as long as they had each other.

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Lacross nuzzled Molly as she started babbling nonsense. Even in nonsence, he was patient with the right people. As a matter of fact, one could say that how lacross was during the day was nonsense. He tilted his head to the side and popped up on the other side of the table and pulled the picture over to get a closer look. Two stick figures with no mouths in some kind of room. He smiled, easily decifering the message she was trying to get across.

He took another piece of paper and started to doodle a bit on it too. He drew a chibi version of himself in what seemed to be in a forest of some kind picking leaves on one side of the paper. To the right of that picture had him watching over a boiling kettle while tearing the leaves up. A small comic of his life at home was scrawled out on this paper. From hunting deer and squirrel to wrapping a bandage around hand while sitting on the porch of a tree house. He also eyed the door every now and again, checking if the nurse was coming back or not.

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Molly watched in fascination as Lacross's life unfolded on the paper. The drawing was cute, too. She liked the style. It looked Japanese or something. Whatever it was, she had never seen it before. She picked up the paper when he was finished and smiled at it, admiring the curves and lines. She thought about Lacross's life. What had it really been like when it was not on paper? When it was real? Was it like camping? Did he even know the concept of camping or would he find it silly? There were so many questions that this strange boy evoked in her that would remain unanswered for quite some time. She wished they could break out of here, run back to the matron in the picture and have a new life.

A new life. That was the first time that she had thought of life as a good thing since the meeting. This boy was enchanting, amazing even, that he had made her forget about the meeting, Matryum, the whole nine yards of misery. That was when she remembered Svean. They had to break Svean free or something awful would happen to him, the society! Quickly, Molly grabbed a silver marker and drew a stick figure with silver hair. She drew him hog-tied. "Break the thermometer, what happens? The mercury runs all over the floor." she said nonsensically.

Break: Break-out. Mercury: Silver. It was then that she realized that everything she said had meaning. Every weird thing that came out of her mouth, every bit of nonsense... wasn't nonsense. It all made sense in a crazy, riddly way. She tried desperately to communicate this to Lacross. "The pieces of the puzzle don't fit because they're pieces to a different puzzle!" she nearly shouted. Now she knew how to talk! Sort of.

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Lacross looked at the picture and stared, confused at what she was trying to say for a second. Silver...silver hair? His head perked up for a moment. Svean! He did hear that he had been captured and to his knowledge he didn't know if the other members had a plan to get him out or anything. He opened his mouth again, trying to speak but only a few words came up. "Escape....rest know, but not know how." He said finally though it had a growl like tone to it.

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Time escaped her fairly easily. Sadie had slipped into another state of mind that was reminiscent of a walking coma. She spoke to noone, she hardly moved from her bed, and a few times had to be force fed. There was no explicable source of trauma. She wracked her brain, thinking back to the night of the meeting. Things faded in and out from that night. Currently, she was curled on her bed, staring at the door as if waiting for it to fly open. It just wouldn't move. She didn't keep track of time. Years could pass, but they didn't. It could have been a few hours, but it had to be more because the nurses kept trying to feed her, and one was dragging her out of bed and trying to coax her into a shower. It all seemed to be okay. She just stared at the nurse for a while, being pulled around like a rag doll on a string. It didn't matter. Not until the orderly shoved her into the bathroom and turned the water on. Sadie shrieked, as if she was just tossed into a lake full of ice and death. The shriek echoed through the hallway, and even managed to startle the poor woman that was just trying to help her. Sadie writhed like someone was trying to kill her, as if a shower was some sort of punishment. She whined and squirmed the entire time, even when a fresh set of clothes was tossed at her. Long black pajama pants, a white tank top, and a black button down top. Sadie stared at the clothing before pulling it onto her damp body. The pants stuck to her in an unpleasant fashion. The shirt felt too heavy. Everything felt wrong. The brunette murmured in disgust to herself, breaking away from the nurse. Her lower lip trembled, as if holding back a second shriek of discontent. But nothing came. Her fingers trailed against the wall, as if memorizing the hallway.

So she walked. She was so alone, yet so surrounded. Those who understood disappeared. Or maybe she just didn't look hard enough. Either way, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she was touched. Sadie felt a strong hand on her wrist, guiding her to the rec room. She moved and resisted like a stubborn child, though not a word came from her. Maybe that was what they wanted. For her to protest, to speak, to yell at them. But her eyes just softened, a sad and haunted expression coming over her as she dragged her feet behind the orderly. What was the point of structured schedules anyways? Sadie stumbled as she was pushed towards the room, not really into the idea of being pushed into a room of other people and activities. She paced the perimeter of the room, not getting terribly close to anyone. It wasn't until she heard the frantic babbling that she perked up. Molly. Not who Sadie was looking for, but close. Recognizable. Something that told her that the other night was real. She slowly made her way up behind her, not really in a mood to speak to her but to just sit nearby. Sadie perched herself on a nearby desk, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Silent as a night after a nuclear bomb. No life to be found beyond the steady rising and falling of her chest. Her eyes squinted only when she moved her head to look at Lacross. A smile would have been appropriate, but instead Sadie smacked her hand on the desk, widened her eyes and tipped her head at him. The one who didn't function like the rest. He was real, too?

"I thought day wasn't your thing." She murmured as some sort of greeting.

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Sadie pursed her lips. She was an odd one, wasn't she? But, was that really fair to say, considering the circumstances? They thought she was crazy, too. Crazy enough to lock up. Unsure how to approach that question, the brunette shifted uncomfortably on the desk. She was sitting practically right in front of her. How did she not see? It made no logical sense. But this girl wasn't logical. Sadie had to let the thought simmer for a moment before responding. "Right here." It seemed to be the beginning of one of her short, practiced answers that she was so infamous more. But her tone was tired, defeated. "You can see me, you're just not seeing what you want to see. Look closer." That was the best she could do for the girl. She didn't know what would upset her, what made things click in her mind, how she worked. All Sadie had was a dimmed perspective on how the world worked. Practiced. Meticulous. She was breaking the mold and it was killing her.

Sadie ran her slender fingers over her face, dragging them down as if trying to take her skin off. Dark eyes scanned the other girl, searching for some sign of life. Every so often, a stray strand of hair would stick to her face, still damp from her forced shower. "Look at me." She said softly, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "Nobody ever really sees me. So don't worry if you can't. It's not your fault." It wasn't compassion or guilt that led her to explain, to keep her from snapping at Molly. Because she wasn't angry with her. She wasn't really anything. If forced to explain her feelings at that exact moment, she could only yank out the word sad. Sad like tears in a rainstorm. A whisper in a windstorm. Death during the end of the world. A sadness that was present but never really acknowledged. She thought too much.

Sadie straightened her back, folding her hands in her lap again and becoming still once more.

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Lacross perked up at the familar voice, he looked around and soon locked his eyes on to Sadie. He seemed to wiggle a bit like an excited puppy as he bounded toward her and paced quickly around her. It wasn't that often this happy and excited side of him ever got out or was even seen at that matter, since his admittion to the asylum. All most of anyone saw was either his angered bestial side or his cold and manipulative side when his humanity returned. Right now, he was in the in-between; somewhat speaking when he wanted to, but still acting like an animal.

This in-between was what had caught the nurse's attention. She watched at Lacross nuzzled and paced around Sadie like a dog who had not seen their owner in months. She knew Lacross's reputation and had seen his simmering anger first hand. She sighed, noting it on a note pad.

"Where you? Where you?" He said, finally laying in-front of her in his normal sphinx like position. In the back of his mind though, he knew people were watching his behavior, some snickering at him and some he knew were thinking about jumping him somewhere during the day if he was forced to wander the hall. He turned to looked over at the others. Only Molly and Sadie had enough of his trust to have him feel the need to protect them. If anything, he was on edge since he didn't even sleep in his room the night before. He couldn't be sure that he would lash out at other people and in the chaos, get them caught in the crossfire.

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Every now and again, Lacross's eyes would scan the area to give death stares at the others that locked eyes on him. Some cringed, some moved away from his field of vision, some even started to slip out of the room entirely to keep him from staring at him. Only to be pushed back in the room and cower somewhere out of his sight. However, there where some still arrogant enough to keep whispering about him. He ignored them, prefering to deal with them when the time came.

He scuttled away from Sadie for a moment, crawling under the table and grabbing papers and pencils and a small board before laying in front of Sadie again. He started to doodle a bit, small drawings of himself doing things that he normally did at home. Other drawings of him trying to catch up with a woman by the looks of it, but she had a helmet made of a moose's skull. It calmed him down somewhat here. It took his mind off the pain this place caused him in the long run. He shivered a bit from the water that fell on him, but nothing violent. Just something that set off a chill.

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Sadie squinted her eyes at Molly. Well, at least she could see her now. Not that it made any sense, or mattered in any way. She nodded slowly, still lightly running her hand up and down the upper part of Lacross' back. A nervous habit that didn't seem to disturb him too much. She examined Molly, watching as she started talking to her. At her. In words that actually made sense. Questions. Things that Sadie really didn't want. Questions were what landed her here. She pulled her hand away from Lacross, long enough for him to wander off from her. She raised her brows, glanced at him, then turned her gaze back at Molly. It confused her when people acted out of their nature. But she didn't even have much of a personality of her own, now did she? Sadie pursed her lips once more, not really sure if she had much of an answer.

"It's fine." She answered shortly, returning her nervous hand back to touching at Lacross' back. It kept in her touch with what she was doing, where she was. The past few days had been rough. She twitched like she was nervous, like there was a reason for her anxiety. There was total reason, but she felt it was so trivial that she would be laughed at. By what? A bunch of people as broken as her? Did they care? Would they laugh because her problems were so...tiny? Sadie shrunk back, realizing how long she was taking to respond. Dark eyes were wide and locked on Molly for a moment or two. "If I was okay I wouldn't be here." There was a pause, a realization, and then she snapped her neck back, like someone had grabbed her head and thought for a moment. "I mean..." She looked at Molly again, squinting her eyes at her.

"My mother is supposed to visit." Those words were heavier than she expected them to be. To her, it was a nightmare, a punishment, her reason for hiding in her room for so many days. Avoiding the woman who judged her so harshly. Sadie turned her attention back to Lacross, nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder and watching him draw.

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Lacross whimpered, feeling the heaviness and fear in her voice. He knew his step-mother never wanted to see her again and his real mother died of illness when he was young, but neither would go as far as to visit and cause torment to their unwanted child.

He started to draw on another piece of paper, drawing life when he was inside the 'civil home'. One small picture of him looking miserable at a dinner table wearing a suit; another picture of him trying to make his case with a woman, somewhat shorter then him who seemed to have a lump in her belly who was clearly not having any of it. The last picture was him seemingly in a padded room, possibly somewhere in the asylum, maddened, bruised and looking delirious from some kind of shot and medication.

His decent into his own personal hell so to speak. He had heard the rumors of his arrival here, knowing that he was locked away for the first month because of his temper and savagery at the time, he had been dubbed 'the beast of St.Joans' and the target of some patients jokes or out right attacks. But even hell had some light in it.

He sighed, sinking lower into the floor, waiting to be let out of recreation for a nap or food. The thought of seeking to the outside and exploring the cave the society was in to see if there was another den made him smirk a little. Some distraction was all he needed.

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Sadie lifted her head when she heard Lacross whimper in response to her. She shook her head, quickly moving and squeezing him. "Don't." She murmured softly to him, then leaned closer to watch him draw out what looked like his past. Sadie frowned deeply, lightly tracing her fingers over the drawing. In a vague way, he had lived her live. Lost someone, only to be forced into a life that just wasn't made for him. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. He was a unique...she wasn't sure what to call him, but she was comfortable with him. He didn't ask a lot of questions, he didn't push her to limits that she wasn't comfortable going to. He was just there. Sadie nuzzled Lacross for a moment, then slowly rose to her feet. She glanced at the nurses who watched her when she crossed the room to grab some markers and paper. Why did they stare? What were they expecting from her? Sadie scampered back down to the floor next to Lacross and sat cross legged. She pursed her lips, her hands working in a fury of speed and noises from the marker gliding across the paper.

Sketches, half finished things. Nothing was full, nothing was right. She tossed the papers on the floor from time to time, only to move onto another. It was eerie to really look at her etchings. Things didn't look right. They were reminiscent of a child's drawings, minus the innocent. So crude, and partially finished, that it was hard to decipher what was going on. Everything was done in black and grey, with just the faintest touch of deep purples. Darkness. She could never draw out her trauma. She could never speak her horrors. Even the markers seemed to slide away when she went to explain what was going on. Finally, she tossed it away from her, frustrated.

She wanted out. She needed out. What if her mother showed up? What if she saw them? The half scribbled drawings of her childhood. Always keeping the mother and her standards in the corner. Her mother and her perfect dress code and the sitting straight at the dinner table and the smiles everywhere...

Sadie cringed, flipped the papers over, and shoved them away as if they were going to harm her. "I want to go outside." She murmured softly and ran her fingers anxiously through her hair. "Or maybe just not be here." She thought of the abandoned bits of the hospital. Peace and quiet. Where her mother would never find her.

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Lacross caught a glimpse of someone out in the hall as he laid low to the ground, some he had recognized from one of the meeting but had never talked to personally. The announcement of Svean's capture must have gotten to her by the look on her face. He assumed long time members of the society had a reaction to the news. He kept in mind that the first month of his residency here, he was put into solitary almost imideiently (but not before nearly mauling another inmate for getting close to him. The other was being hostile, he had no choice), and was released for reasons unknown to him. He assumed that since he was quiet for the last few days before, he should be allowed out among the general public.

He slid the paper over to his view, seeing as Sadie was frustrated with it. He tilted his head to the side. A haze on the paper, maybe reflecting her own mood, or lack there of. He left it alone, not wanting to cause anymore pain. However, the minute he laid his head on his hands to try and relax, he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

One of the inmates who had been calling him out was now crawling toward him. Not in the way Lacross walked, but on his hands and knees in an attempt to mimic and mock him. He didn't understand what he was talking about, something along the lines of insult and annoyance. He turned away from him in an attempt to ignore him, but just as he was about to drift off to daydream he did something that was known to set him off and all the other inmates in the room knew it.

Lacross felt a tug on the back of his hair and snapped back to humanity, but a more maddened version of it. Others in the room backed up, causing the inmate confusion before finding a hand on his throat. "What is it that you do not know about curtosy in front of a lady?" He said, malice dripping off his words. The inmate squirmed in his grip as Lacross stood, dragging him away from Sadie and Molly and out into the hallway. The nurse was visibly to afraid to do anything but watch as Lacross dragged the inmate into the hall. What sounded from there sounded like a struggle on both sides, a scream of pain on the inmate's side as a roar rang out and then a thud. Lacross came back into the door way, mouth and finger tips bloody (his nails pretty much dripping). He turned to the nurse. "He's not dead, but he'll need attention." He said calmly, walking over to the sink to wash off the blood. He made his way back over to Sadie and laid back in the position was was in earlier, knowing that he wouldn't be bothered for a while.

((Didn't mean to put svean in the characters listed. >.>' I wouldn't mind joining the boarding school one though.))

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There was as much peace as allowed in this place, it seemed. Sadie rolled over onto her back, propping her arms behind her to lay and watch the people around her. This was partially fueled by curiosity, partially fueled by fear. It threw her off when she saw someone crawling towards them. Lacross ignored it, but Sadie sat up and scooched away. She eyed him warily, watched as he got far too close for comfort...then out of nowhere Lacross snapped into action and grabbed the other patient. This wasn't going to end well. It never ended well. Sadie clamped her hands over her face, almost afraid of the outcome. She peeked through her fingers as he dragged the other boy out to the hall, where the noises of conflict heightened to screams and growls. She winced, knowing that this wasn't going to be a smooth and happy day.

Sadie glanced up and lowered her hands when Lacross returned, bits of him dripping with blood and an anger in his voice that worried her. Even as he returned to his place by her side, she worried. She lightly nuzzled him, then slowly climbed to her feet. She was met with stares. Then again, who wasn't stared at in this place? They were surrounded by the sick, the immature, the broken, the hurt. Anywhere and everywhere inbetween. She slowly stepped towards the hallway, straining her neck to see the damage. Her view was blocked by quite a few employees, nurses and interns who were cleaning up. She was grabbed by a nurse, who guided her back into the classroom and sat her back down. Sadie squirmed, then slithered down to the floor again. Next to Lacross again. She curled on her side, dark eyes wide and blank. The hardness of the floor, the grim situation, none of it seemed to get to her anymore. She nervously tugged at Lacross' sleeve, staring at him, but not really seeing him.

Time passed. Was it time to switch out of recreation yet? Had they decided that putting a bunch of nuts into a small room was a bad idea? Sadie's gaze didn't move when she felt the stubborn pull of a nurse yanking on her arm, trying to pull her up. Sure, she was probably saying her name. Yeah, they wanted her to get up and move. No, she wouldn't do it. The same trance that had taken her for the past few days. She didn't care. Eventually, she was in a forced sitting position, two pills being shoved into her mouth. Sadie choked for a moment, thrown out of it by the feeling. Her medication. Fabulous. Did they have to give it to her here? Or had they found the mound of not-swallowed pills in her pillowcase? Probably. Most likely. Who cared? She surely didn't.

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There was only so much stupidity one person could handle. Jesse murmured softly to himself as he paced his room. After too many days of observation and solitary confinement, he was feeling more like a lab rat than a human being. Ha, rat. All for getting too close to a nurse. What the hell were boundaries? He wasn't stupid, but they expected way too much from a boy locked in a mental ward. Just saying. He squinted and turned as the door softly clicked. It was one of the interns, letting him out of his cage. Okay, maybe it was a room, not a cage. But it still was punishment to him. He wanted socialization. He wanted to talk to people. He wanted to be in the middle of everything. He had to be the center of attention, the charmer, the one that everyone wanted to be around. To have anyone else be the center of attention just wasn't going to work for him. Jesse pondered this as he was led to the recreation room.

People! He liked people. Jesse smiled, a charming, almost warm grin. He seemed so easy to talk to. So sweet. In a way he was, in a way he was just as manipulative and bad as any one else here. He made friends quickly. It was strange to see how easily you could make friends if you asked who was the common enemy and agreed that they were useless. Needless to say, he got caught up on the gossip (crazy people have gossip?) and the rules (wait, where was he again?)

Jesse never thought of himself as insane. Just misunderstood. Not looked at in the right light. Judged. And the worst of them all? Abandoned. His own family didn't love him. He saw the sadness in it rather than the fact that he had done something wrong. He hardly remembered half the sinister things he did anymore. Too much medication. Too much excitement. Soon enough he was caught up that there was the strange beast boy and the quiet girl on the floor, and to not go near them because beast boy was dangerous. Interesting. Then there was the girl with the super long hair who babbled constantly and had a tendency to get nasty.

Mind you, these were all spouts and rumours. Jesse decided to be nosy and take a look. He sauntered over to the group, crouching to look at the nearly catatonic Sadie and the seemingly agitated Lacross. "Hey, what's going on down here?"

There was a long silence, before Sadie twitched and muttered darkly, "Go away. If you don't leave me alone, Lacross will be the least of your troubles."

Touch act. Jesse frowned, but decided to back off before he got his face ripped off. A later time. He'd get her to open up. Or at least let him near the pretty girl. The crazy one. They were all crazy. Molly? Yeah. Jesse smirked and propped himself on a desk.

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Lacross was surprised by the hug he revived, but glad to know that his display of saveragery didn't scare her. But when she left, He still a sort of sad as well. Sadie wasn't well, but didn't want to push it. Then again, who would be well when they where nearly attacked by some maniac. Give her some time, he though to himself.

Lacross started to wonder as well. Where was molly? He hadn't seen her since the rec room indecent. Didn't she hear the call? If not, they might have not gotten to her hall yet. Why not go get her? Lacross dropped down on all fours and trotted inside, reminding himself to come back if he didn't find her. The meeting was still on and if sadie didn't come back, he'd just tell her what was going on.

The abandoned halls gave way to the mail walkways rather quickly since he now knew his way around, but was wary in case that male or staff found. Neither were good for him right now. He approached Molly's door and started to pace a bit faster. Something didn't feel right, this wasn't normal even for this place.

"Molly, the meeting is going to start soon. Are you alright?" Lacross called inside. No answer. He tilted his head to the side, usually he'd get some answer; even if it didn't make any sense at all. "Molly, I'm coming in." He said open the door. What he saw shook his soul. Molly lay on the ground, foam and blood coming from her mouth and eyes glazed over. He had killed and handled death from hunting his own food for the longest, but even this made him wretch and threaten vomit. He saw the pills clutched in her hand and shook his head.

Overdose.

Suicide.

She couldn't take it anymore and he understood that. He only wished that he could have said goodbye earlier if he had known. He picked up the body from off the floor and laid her out on the bed. "You arise tonight through the strength of the heavens." He muttered, closing the body's eyes and wiping the foam and blood from her mouth. He pulled the pills out from her hand and replaced them with the some of the feathers that lined the inside of his cloak.

"Hold on to something of this realm
even if it is something from the earth

Hold on to your belief
even when it is a tree that stands alone

Hold on to the good times in your passing
Know that your memory is still among the living

May the beloved dead embrace your coming
As the living celebrate your life and passing

May you find happiness in the life beyond this one.
And may you dance with the divine until then."


Lacross let his tear roll freely like he had done with his own mother's passing. This didn't have to happen, Molly had no illness that would have killed her. Madness and grief of being abandoned to this place did and it had took her. Lacross covered her body, sighing to keep himself from howling in mourning. He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He knew the nurses and staff would find her later. At the very least, someone would mourn her passing.

He walked back outside, the meeting having not started yet. Svean hadn't come out either, probably still gathering people for the meeting. He wondered how he would take the news. He wasn't about that either, but keeping it to himself wasn't right when war was about break loose.

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Svean stared at him. His words seemed to come out slowly. Molly? Dead? He felt his entire stomach turn over. This place has done so much damage people even DIE? He felt sick. He felt horrified. He squatted and started to dry heave.
"That can't be true. She's . . . I mean . . ." He wasn't sure what to add on to that. "Thanks for telling me Lacross. It may be hard to hear but it's worse to tell." He didn't stand though. His legs didn't have the force. Did she get the easy way out? He thought but shook his head. Suicide is never an option. The only way that really gets you out is to get better. He closed his eyes and stood.
"Let's go. We have a rebellion to plan." he smiled though his eyes were starting to rain. Crying wasn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign that you're better than your enemy and have something you care for.
Always.