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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 15:27:45 GMT -5
When he stepped into his room, he instantly started cleaning it. He didn't like how dirty and full of germs it was and he didn't care about his roommate would think about it. He just kept cleaning until everything was perfectly cleaned. When he finally finished he lay down on his bed, sighing. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, but when he opened them again, he was met by the sight of another one of his usual hallucinations. This time one of his family when he was still little, when his mother was still alive...when he truly was a happy child. He shook his head violently trying to erase that memories and the pain that came with them, not caring if someone came in and saw him on that sat of despair.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 16:08:30 GMT -5
Toris liked clean things, so he wouldn't really fuss too much about the room being so nice. He entered the room shortly after Nikolai, hands lost in the oversized sweatshirt he was wearing (he always felt horribly cold) and trembling a little in nervousness.
Nervously the teen chewed on his bottom lip, taking a seat on the other bed and trying to quell the rising panic - it wouldn't be good to have a panic attack so soon after joining his roommate in their quarters! It wasn't like he was roomed with anyone horribly dangerous, right? The staff here wouldn't do such a thing.... ....right?
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 17:02:08 GMT -5
When he finally calmed down, he noticed that his roommate was already in the room. He gave him a fake smile. "Ah, hello... You must be my roommate, Toris, right?" He asked, fighting the urge to glare, like he always did. "Don't worry, I don't bite...". He was actually being nice, but that was just because this guy didn't seem like someone he would hate, perhaps, maybe someone who he could be friends with? No, he didn't need friends...at least that was what he always told himself...he only needed himself and his dear sister.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 17:26:58 GMT -5
"H-hello," Toris stammered quietly in reply, fidgeting a little bit with the ends of his sleeves. He glanced over at the other and quickly away, shy and still nervous. But the panicking feeling was dying down and he was inwardly relieved that he wouldn't be having a panic attack. He sighed a little bit and gazed around the room, then over at the window.
The window of course had bars on it, to prevent escape, but at least they had something to view besides the empty, sterile walls of their room.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 17:37:24 GMT -5
Nikolai blinked, this guy seemed pretty innocent and nervous. But even if Toris was like that, he would still keep his guard up. "So...if You don't mind telling me, what kind of illness do you have?" He asked, looking at the white ceiling. It took a lot of his will to not glare and be mean to this guy...but it wasn't like he thought Toris was any different from the others, he didn't need anyone.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 17:46:51 GMT -5
"U-uhm, well...I have a panic disorder...a-and anorexia...as well as PTSD..." Toris replied softly, fidgeting more with his sleeves. "Wh-why are you here, if you don't mind me asking...?" He glanced over at Nikolai again, hoping that he wasn't prying too much. He knew that it wasn't likely that they'd be friends, but he hoped that at least they would be able to get along with one another.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 17:52:15 GMT -5
He chuckled, he was actually having a normal day on his Bipolar Disorder, and may I add, that was very rare. "Well, I have 4 mental disorders..." He sighed. "Bipolar Disorder, OCD, Psychosis....and Antisocial Personality Disorder...Well at least that's what those stupid doctors told me, But it probably was a lie, eh. I don't think there is anything wrong with me..." Had he just told about his feelings to this guy he just met? Yes, and was that normal? Not really.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 18:00:29 GMT -5
Toris smiled faintly at this. "I don't think there's anything wrong with me either," he murmured. "But the doctors say otherwise. They're especially worried about the anorexia...but I don't think it's something bad." He then bit his lip, figuring that he had probably said too much at this point.
But really, not eating wasn't a bad thing. He was too fat, that man had said so...so he just needed to not eat so that he would look good again. That was all.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 18:04:54 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you think you're fat? I think you look pretty skinny...." 'What the hell am I saying? I can't possibly get emotionally attached to this guy! EW! H-He's, He's as disgusting as the others...' He thought, trying to change the subject of his thoughts to the image of his beautiful and prefect Sister, so that his mind could calm down.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 18:08:21 GMT -5
Toris was rather thin, face hollow and cheeks sunken, bony body hidden beneath large, oversized clothes. He just smiled faintly again and shook his head. "I'm fat," he mumbled. "He said so....so it has to be true..." He trailed off, going quiet, clearly either lost in his thoughts or not wanting to discuss things further.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 18:15:19 GMT -5
"I see...So far how are you liking this Place?" He was pretty bored, and he couldn't see his sister, so he probably would have to stick with this guy or that annoying people at the living room. He choose the first option, obviously. "I mean, I'm really hatting this...such disgusting people and rooms...ugh I just feel like cleaning all this...And the food tastes bad, they probably didn't even wash their hands when they did it..."
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 18:35:55 GMT -5
"I don't really like it here," came the soft reply. "It's too white and empty...and cold. I wish I was home." Well, home wasn't really much better. Home was where He was, the person that had put him in this institution. But at least at home he wasn't having food (or what they were calling food here) just about shoved down his throat. Why couldn't they understand that he just didn't want to eat? Toris seemed to shrink a little bit into his oversized sweatshirt. "It's too cold..."
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 18:42:21 GMT -5
"Then you should get under the bed covers or something" He didn't knew if it was that cold or not, after all, he was wearing that big jacket of his, he almost never took it off. But as he as saying that another Hallucination appeared in front of his eyes, this time it was one of him with his sister...Man, how he wanted to see her right now...he gave a pained sigh, but choose to ignore his hallucinations and focus on the guy on the bed next to his.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 23, 2012 18:55:38 GMT -5
"Maybe...I wonder if they have the air conditioning on..." Toris mumbled, getting a slightly confused look on his face. He didn't want to admit that it was the lack of body fat on him that made him always feel cold. Sighing to himself, he slipped under the covers in a futile effort to put some warmth back into his chilled frame. Maybe he would be allowed an extra blanket or two to sleep under, then maybe he would start feeling warm again.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 24, 2012 3:39:11 GMT -5
He mentally sighed he didn't felt like continuing this conversation with his roommate. Probably because he didn't feel like telling more information about himself. His life was his and no one else should care about it, that was one of the many things he always told himself. So he simply took of his jacket and slipped under the covers, to try to get some sleep.
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