Post by Dr. Twobrains on Mar 18, 2011 22:46:13 GMT -5
If you want you can take a guess who this unnamed person is. It's actually taken from a roleplay I did with Wandisimo on another site, but it can act pretty standalone.
Day Passes to the Funny Farm
It hurt to open his eyes. He normally kept them shut all the time. It was a wonder he wasn't blind, but he was close too it. They never would give him back his glasses, so what he could see normally were nothing but blurs. He had to come up with ideas of what he saw, put faces to shapes, change colors around. There was no wonder how he came up with his own little world. But there were times when he was sane enough, thanks to the medication - if it didn't leave him such a wreck most days - that he knew the real world.
He bit his lip, dark eyes traveling around the room while he sniffed, shaking from the cold. Why was it so cold in here? Or was he outside? Everything looked white. Was it snow? Probably snow. He'd make a snow person if he didn't have his arms bound. So annoying. His nose itched too.
His body clock told him someone should be coming soon. Maybe to take him back inside where it's warm. His stomach growled. Hungry. When was the last time he ate? He groaned, wriggling around in place while he tried to get to his shaky, bare feet, toes curling in the soft white cushion. That wasn't much like snow. Whatever.
God, he was bored.
Rowan opened the door, letting in the two heads of the facility. They hmm'd and haw'd over the pathetic form of the patient before looking at each other simutaneously and deciding to up his medication to a full dose and a half.
Rowan sighed, looking over at the little figure wrapped in his own imagination and ran a hand through his vibrant red hair. He felt bad for the man, but there was not much he could do to help him. All Rowan's job entailed was delivering food, breaking up fights and quelling bad behaviour.
He left a tray containing a blended mixture of protein, calcium, iron and other essentials in an unbreakable cup with an opening to be sucked from, and shut the door. He would come collect the tray later when he hoped it would be empty.
He frowned when he saw the two forms come in, but beamed happily when he saw the brighter colored one. He always liked red. Red meant warmth. The room was warmer now. Until the other two paler figures came closer and whispered and talked to one another. He could never quite understand them. It annoyed him very much. "Hey- what's the deal, guys! I'm right here you know!" he snapped, nearly whining. He hated when he knew someone was talking about him while he was right there.
Assholes.
He decided to ignore them and walked, or attempted to, over to the tray. Was this a cruel act of punishment for something or what? Did they want him on his knees to drink that shit? Why wasn't he allowed to use his hands anyway? Fucking bullshit.
Sighing, he not so gracefully landing back on the floor and bent over to the drink, beginning to suck on the straw. It had taken him a while to actually get his teeth around it since he was as blind as a bat practically. "You guys suck," he mumbled through the straw, glaring towards the two figures that he could make out.
Rowan had lingered at the view port of man's room, watching him inch around like a disabled worm. He sighed and continued down the aisle of patients, not looking back.
(just a little tidbit...xD also just wondering if anyone can guess who he is or who he's supposed to be.)
Day Passes to the Funny Farm
It hurt to open his eyes. He normally kept them shut all the time. It was a wonder he wasn't blind, but he was close too it. They never would give him back his glasses, so what he could see normally were nothing but blurs. He had to come up with ideas of what he saw, put faces to shapes, change colors around. There was no wonder how he came up with his own little world. But there were times when he was sane enough, thanks to the medication - if it didn't leave him such a wreck most days - that he knew the real world.
He bit his lip, dark eyes traveling around the room while he sniffed, shaking from the cold. Why was it so cold in here? Or was he outside? Everything looked white. Was it snow? Probably snow. He'd make a snow person if he didn't have his arms bound. So annoying. His nose itched too.
His body clock told him someone should be coming soon. Maybe to take him back inside where it's warm. His stomach growled. Hungry. When was the last time he ate? He groaned, wriggling around in place while he tried to get to his shaky, bare feet, toes curling in the soft white cushion. That wasn't much like snow. Whatever.
God, he was bored.
Rowan opened the door, letting in the two heads of the facility. They hmm'd and haw'd over the pathetic form of the patient before looking at each other simutaneously and deciding to up his medication to a full dose and a half.
Rowan sighed, looking over at the little figure wrapped in his own imagination and ran a hand through his vibrant red hair. He felt bad for the man, but there was not much he could do to help him. All Rowan's job entailed was delivering food, breaking up fights and quelling bad behaviour.
He left a tray containing a blended mixture of protein, calcium, iron and other essentials in an unbreakable cup with an opening to be sucked from, and shut the door. He would come collect the tray later when he hoped it would be empty.
He frowned when he saw the two forms come in, but beamed happily when he saw the brighter colored one. He always liked red. Red meant warmth. The room was warmer now. Until the other two paler figures came closer and whispered and talked to one another. He could never quite understand them. It annoyed him very much. "Hey- what's the deal, guys! I'm right here you know!" he snapped, nearly whining. He hated when he knew someone was talking about him while he was right there.
Assholes.
He decided to ignore them and walked, or attempted to, over to the tray. Was this a cruel act of punishment for something or what? Did they want him on his knees to drink that shit? Why wasn't he allowed to use his hands anyway? Fucking bullshit.
Sighing, he not so gracefully landing back on the floor and bent over to the drink, beginning to suck on the straw. It had taken him a while to actually get his teeth around it since he was as blind as a bat practically. "You guys suck," he mumbled through the straw, glaring towards the two figures that he could make out.
Rowan had lingered at the view port of man's room, watching him inch around like a disabled worm. He sighed and continued down the aisle of patients, not looking back.
(just a little tidbit...xD also just wondering if anyone can guess who he is or who he's supposed to be.)