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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 28, 2012 21:15:37 GMT -5
The tour of the facility had been brief, and ended here - the room Tino would be living in for the foreseeable future. The nurse left him standing alone in the doorway. The room wasn't much: two beds with bland, institutional-white sheets flanking a shared table below the single window. Two closets. Two flimsy chairs.
He was meant to have a roommate, but there was no sign of him or anything belonging to him. If it weren't for his own duffle bag, which had been taken from him on admittance and no doubt thoroughly searched before being brought here, sitting on one of the beds, he wouldn't have known which one to take.
Tino sighed heavily and crossed the room to check the view from the window. It wasn't terrible. Not interesting, not ugly. He nudged the table, but it didn't move - bolted down. Nice. The window wouldn't open, either.
He pulled his bag off the bed and shoved it underneath. He could take inventory later. Now he needed a break. Being mentally prodded at, then staying on his best..ish behavior for the tour was tiring. He flopped face-down on the bed, thinking about what kind of first impressions he wanted to make here.
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on Apr 28, 2012 21:47:13 GMT -5
Lukas walked into his room, expecting the same old emptiness. He was actually surprised to see a familiar face, but it definetely didn't look like it.
"T-Tino?" was all he could manage to say.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 28, 2012 22:09:25 GMT -5
Tino startled at the sound of his name, so badly he fell off the bed. He swore briefly, then sat up to get a look at the sneaky bastard who... oh. "Lukas?" He blinked, puzzled, and shook his head, then looked again. "Um... hei."
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on Apr 28, 2012 22:14:13 GMT -5
"H-hello. Didn't expect to see you here..."
Lukas sits on his bed and looks at Tino.
"I assume you had a tour. Not a very appealing place, is it?"
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 28, 2012 22:27:32 GMT -5
Tino sits on the floor, rubbing his head. "Didn't expect you, either. You're quiet like a ghost, you know that?"
He levers himself off the floor and sits on his bed across from Lukas, and finally offers a tentative smile. "It's pretty boring, yeah. The grounds are ok, though. Are we allowed to go out, or do we need permission or an escort or something?"
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on Apr 28, 2012 22:35:02 GMT -5
Lukas mumbles 'I dont think i'm a ghost...' to himself, before speaking in monotone.
"We can go anywhere, except other patients rooms. We just have to stay on the property. We'd probably need escorts to leave the place entirely, I haven't tried though..."
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 28, 2012 23:03:16 GMT -5
Tino thinks about that, then nods thoughtfully. "All right. I'll look outside later."
Tino isn't much for small talk, unless he's nervous or trying to appear sociable, which usually involves him being nervous anyway. He knows Lukas isn't, either, so there doesn't seem much point in chattering at him. He lays back on the bed with his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling. He's going to have a lot of time to kill here.
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on Apr 30, 2012 14:51:06 GMT -5
Lukas lies on his bed also, and gets lost in a daydream.
After a few minutes, he sighs, and sits up.
"I-I'm gonna get going. Goodbye."
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 30, 2012 17:04:41 GMT -5
Tino had been spacing out, mentally tracing designs on the ceiling, and didn't even register that Lukas had spoken to him for a few seconds - by which time Lukas was already out the door. He hadn't even thought to ask about his brother, or his... Dane.
His first day, and he was already failing socially. Hopefully Lukas wouldn't take it personally.
He reached under the bed and pulled out his bag, then started rooting through it for something to use as a peace offering. There really wasn't much... oh, they'd taken his pencil, dammit. But his carefully hoarded (but dwindling) stash of licorice was still there, as well as two cherry-colored condoms, still sealed in their little packets. He was surprised they'd left those. He looked across the room... he better save the condoms. He got up and placed three pieces of licorice on the other man's pillow, then took one back and ate it. Lukas would never know.
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on May 1, 2012 6:57:43 GMT -5
After what felt like a long time (to Lukas at least), Lukas returns to his room, having come from talking to the doctors about what felt like pointless crap.
He looks at his pillow, and notices licorice. Little brother used to like licorice...
Lukas mentally slaps himself, he hasn't been gone THAT long. 'Little brother is probably still the same! I need to stop thinking about him and focus on myself...' he thinks.
Lukas goes over to his pillow and picks up the licorice, then stuffs his face without much thought. This was MUCH better than the food in the cafeteria.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 3, 2012 22:28:40 GMT -5
The candy had disappeared, Tino noted with some satisfaction. Angry people rarely accepted gifts, so probably things were all right. He hadn't seen much of his roommate, though. He wondered where he hung out when he wasn't in their room.
He stifled a yawn, but nobody was around to see it, so he immediately yawned again, this time hugely. A nap should kill an hour or so.
((OOC, Lukas, I pmed you a few days ago, did you see it?))
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on May 4, 2012 12:37:52 GMT -5
Lukas walks into the room a good ten minutes later. He sees Tino napping and sighs.
Must be nice to be able to sleep so soundly.
He makes a note to be quieter than usual, and lays on his own bed. He feels a bit uneasy with someone else in the room for once, even if it is Tino.
He starts reminising, in the vain hope that he'll fall asleep. He doesnt.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 4, 2012 23:49:42 GMT -5
He wakes, and the light has changed. Enough sleeping. Sleep is boring. Or it's not boring, and then it's nightmarish, but he seems less prone to nightmares away from home.
He rolls over in bed to find Lukas reclining on the other bed, apparently asleep, though his breathing doesn't sound quite deep and even enough. Well, even if he is faking, it's a good excuse not to talk.
He pulls his bag out and empties it on the bed, trying not to make too much noise, and starts going through his things. A lot is missing. No more hairpins. Razors, gone. No surprise there. Cigarettes, gone. Matches, gone. Pencil, gone. Sketchbook still there, fat lot of good it does him without the fucking pencil. Licorice, one piece left, in his pocket. Money... hadn't had any to start with. Wasn't all that useful in a place like this. What is useful is items to trade, and he's fresh out of those, fucking thieving bastards going through his supplies before admitting him.
He sighs and sits cross-legged on the bed, mentally composing a "shopping" list for when he finds a way through the fence.
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Post by Lukas Bondevik on May 7, 2012 13:19:36 GMT -5
Lukas looks over abruptly to see Tino awake. He looks away quickly, hoping Tino didn't see him. He wasn't in the mood for conversation.
Reminising only made things worse. He missed three certain nordics. It was nice to know that Tino was still kicking, but...
He mentally slaps himself. He should be happy to have someone he knows. He needs to start appreciating what he has.
That doesn't change the fact that he still misses the others.
He re-adjusts on his bed, hoping to get comfortable. He seriously wanted to burn his bed, it wasn't soft at all and smelled weird... It like someone had...
'No, not gonna think about it.' he thinks.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on May 8, 2012 0:36:50 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eye, Tino caught a movement, but when he looked up, Lukas was still. A minute later, he was obviously awake, though he didn't speak. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you." His posture was definitely.. defensive, or something. He looked so lonely. Tino sighed. He was a friend, so he supposed he should... something.
Tino quickly replaced his sorted belongings in his bag, then stood and walked across the room to sit at the edge of Lukas's bed. "Hey. You ok?" He reached for the other's shoulder, but pulled his hand back before it touched, afraid of irritating him.
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