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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 27, 2012 17:22:09 GMT -5
Alfred has a similar look of confused surprise as Nikolai speaks to him, eyes wide, but it's quickly replaced by his usual big grin, which he flashes first at him and then at Toris. "Yeah, sorry!!" He flinches a bit, realizing how loud he continues to be, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, if it could be considered a whisper at all. "Sorry! I'm Alfred. I just wanted to say hi, I usually introduce myself to everyone cause I think I'm a pretty cool guy to know."
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 28, 2012 6:13:43 GMT -5
He stopped at the doorway, turning around to face the nurse, he glared. "Nikolai Arlovskaya." He replied through gritted teeth. Nikolai didn't like one bit to be around any member of the staff, he truly did hate them. He hated them because he couldn't manipulate them, and they kept telling him that he wasn't good on the head, and he thought that was a lie.
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Post by Maddie Williams on Apr 28, 2012 10:27:11 GMT -5
Maddie started to shake, she was used to the same glare and tone but never had she been this scared of a patient before. Like He truly hated her and other Staff members. "T-t-thank y-you Mr. Arlovskaya" she stuttered in a whisper and wrote down Nikolai's name in her note pad. Her legs started to shake wildly and she slid down the wall she was leaning against.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 28, 2012 12:26:53 GMT -5
Toris didn't say anything for a moment, clearly trying to calm his frantic nerves. He swallowed and chewed on his bottom lip, trying to get enough voice to speak to Alfred. "H-hello," he finally squeaked out, voice just as shaky as the rest of his lithe frame. "I-I'm Toris..."
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 28, 2012 14:42:57 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow and then smirked at the nurses expression. It pleased him very much to see how someone he clearly hated was so afraid of him. He mentally chuckled at how Alfred had thought she was cute, he didn't think like that. For him, his sister was the only one, the only girl perfect enough, the others were all trash and this girl was so exception, right? He shrugged. "I'm going to get some fresh air" And with that he walked out the room.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 29, 2012 19:53:11 GMT -5
Alfred's smile is warm and welcoming, a beam of sunshine in the form of a person, and he gently bounces a bit on his heels as he speaks. "Hi Toris!! What's up? How are you? What are you here for??" Boy, this guy sure is shaky; he shoves his hands into his pockets once again as he fights the wild urge to grab Toris's shoulders and hold him still.
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Post by alchemicmelody on Apr 29, 2012 21:04:46 GMT -5
"I don't eat," Toris replied softly, a bit of a nervous quiver in his voice. "A-and I have a panic disorder...and PTSD...." He wondered what Alfred was in for. The other looked happy, but Toris knew that appearances could be deceiving. But he was too shy to ask why the other was here. He then glanced down at his sleeve-covered hands, wondering why the room felt so cold. Or was it just him that felt like this?
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 29, 2012 22:54:33 GMT -5
Tino stood outside the common room door, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. He would have preferred to keep to himself, but he didn't want a reputation for being unsociable. Anyway, he needed to find out who the other inmates - patients, he meant patients! - were, and who was safe and who was dangerous and who did he need. He didn't enjoy the game, but surviving - at least for today - was desirable, whether he deserved to or not.
He knelt to check his reflection in the doorknob - he really should have stopped at the bathroom and used the brushed steel mirror there, though it wasn't much more useful. He smoothed his hair down, then fluffed it up a bit, then smoothed it some more. He checked his clothes - casual, cool, unconcerned... yes? Maybe he should tuck in his shirt (one of his more neutral ones, plain medium blue, not too tight, not too baggy)... no, no! Untucked. Ok. Tied shoes looked dorky. He untied them. Laces too long; tripping in public even dorkier. Tied them back, loosely.
He pasted his best I'm-willing-to-be-friendly-aren't-I-cute-and-inoffensive smile on, hoped his eyes matched, and opened the door.
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