SHAKE IT LOOSE !

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

courtney wasn't the biggest fan of being at alkaline. first off, she knew she had a problem. she had identified it, everyone in her town had, and they knew how to deal with it. then one day she found that colleges weren't sending her their pamphlets like they were with everyone else. she called a few she was interested in and they quickly explained that her record wasn't one they were interested in. courtney had terrific grades, but her aggression problems were causing problems in their own way. the next time she got in a fight, the sheriff made a deal with her. he'd help her clean up her record if she did something more than just talking to a therapist once a week. so he sent her here. if she had stayed in her town and decided to not go looking for colleges, she would've never ended up there. really, she didn't need to be here because it would make things worse (her being in a new enviorment). cleaning her act up for the future was what people back in her town were calling it. they didn't use the term crazy (except for a few of the not so nice people), they just said that she was away to calm her temper and once the sheriff decided her record was good enough for college, they'd pull her out. so that was one reason she didn't like the asylum; it caused so much trouble (as much as she'd hate to admit it though, she knew it was going to get her more opportunity).

another reason she didn't like the place was because she didn't like doctors. ever since she was little, she didn't like doctors in general. she didn't mind just chatting with them, but once they pulled out the equipment and the meds, she got freaked out. being anemic resulted in her passing out every now and then so she turned up in the doctor's office more frequently than desired. back home her town was so small that she had connections to everyone. she knew everyone and was comfortable with almost everyone, but once they took out those meds she just got real nervous. adults with alcohol or drugs, even for medical purposes got her beyond worried. this was all because of her dad who was an alcoholic and abusive once he got enough in his system. she had yet to encounter any teens that were in her father's state, which she was thankful for. she knew that teens drank and smoke and did drugs, but it was the adults that really scared her.

lastly, there was no technology allowed. sure, the staff were allowed tvs and computers and phones and i-pods, but not the patients. it was almost like they expected people like courtney to go out and wreak havoc just for having a little connection to the outside world. new guinea could've been bombed the night before and the patients would never know because only the staff had access to such information. unless they announced it somehow, nobody would know. of course, the patients had their ways. they hid their i-pods and broke into the offices where their confiscated items were. in this way, they were breaking rules, but it allowed them a comfort. without items such as phones, laptops, and i-pods it was almost like they were suddenly archaic. sure, there were video games in the rec room, which meant a tv, but that was as close as they got. leaving people with issues to their own devices wasn't exactly smart. it made them more likely to attack one another. writing letters could only go so far, but it was all courtney and many others could do. so that was why courtney was sitting in the garden, under a strong tree, writing a letter home.

home wasn't the right word. actually, it fit what she had more than her actual home did. she lived with her grandparents now, which ws definately not her father's house. for this she was thankful. she constantly expressed this along with many other emotions in her letters. courtney insisted that she could email her grandparents, sneak phone calls and such, but they refused to allow it. they wanted her stay to be as quick as possible, and honestly, courtney did too. courtney respected her grandparents more so than she respected anyone else. for that, she made them believe she only wrote letters. secretly she snuck phone calls to her friends back home, and got hold of her confiscated items, but her grandparents didn't have to know that. besides, she always liked getting mail and she knew it made them happy to see her hand written letters in the mail. at least something could brighten up days.

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[BREXTON "REX" PEELER]

A break. It was exactly what he needed and exactly what he got. A person, a sane person, could get pretty sick of this place really quick and it took a real desire to be here for whatever crazy reason to counter that. For rex it was a job, just like any other job. He needed to have one and he needed to get paid and for various reasons, this one seemed to be the perfect fit.

He had an hour to himself. It was an hour during this day to have a break and relax and forget all the crazy shit that happened that morning and to prepare himself for the rest of it. He could have done anything with that time. He could have gone to his room, watched some TV or something but instead he chose to have lunch then try and get some fresh air. Outside tended to look better when you were stuck inside all day and Rex had always been more of an outdoorsy sort of person anyway. He used to play a lot of sports and he generally enjoyed being outside so it wasn’t exactly a stretch to see him out in the gardens for a while. Glancing around he found one figure by a tree, a few moments was all he needed to recognise her face.


Rex knew about this girl. The guards weren't privy to the specific problems that each patient had but they were given enough to know what to look out for. This girl was just a little bit interesting. She had anger issues from what he could recall and he remembered laughing when he heard about it, not because she was in here but because he could actually relate to the anger thing. he had a big problem with that too but had managed to stay out of an asylum. He figured he could control his anger and so it was never a problem but then he didn’t really care to hold back either when he found a suitable target.

He survived just fine though, managing to hold down a job for a good long while until they decided he needed to go sort himself out. That was the only reason he came here. He had no patience and no sympathy for these people and he figured there'd be a good chance for some of them to really piss him off and when they did, he figured it'd be a good enough reason to push them around a bit just to keep them in line. It was for their own good after all so the way Rex saw it, it was a win win situation.

He hadn't always been this way though. Rex used to be a nice guy, focused and determined. He was a star athlete, loved by all for his talent and that was really all he had until he lost it. There was a time when he had a future, when he was going to get a football scholarship and get out of that damned town but that all ended in one quick moment. One stupid injury was all it took for everything to come to an abrupt end.

Unlike a lot of people, Rex could actually point out the exact moment in his life when everything changed. One stupid mistake was all it took for everything to go bad but the guard never stopped to regret or to wonder what if. He had no time for that crap and what was the point anyway? It was best to just carry on with life and no waste your time on the unnecessary things.

Having nothing better to do he figured why not go say hi. What was the worst that could happen? A few threats? She gets violent? Yeah, Rex was sure he could handle that considering it was all part of his job description anyway.

“What are you writing?” he asked as he approached the girl. Placing a hand up against the large tree, he leaned against it just slightly and watched her, careful to take note of any signs that she might go crazy on him for no real reason. It wasn’t as though that hadn’t happened before.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

courtney was writing on college rule paper. she loved how it was pure white when she got it, and since she always used pen (and she had perfected her writing) it ended up with a nice contrast. she always thought twice when she was writing, rarely in life. due to her thinking process she never had a reason to cross out mistakes. she made her mistakes into thoughts and she made them work. besides, even if they didn't make sense, her grandparents knew enough about her to form some sort of conclusions. it was amazing how when courtney talked, she usually said a lot yet when she wrote letters she was able to keep it to two pages maximum if need be. the longest letter she'd written was five pages and that was because it was her first week and she had nothing better to do than report all of the pyschotic that have happened. this letter, she knew, sparked laughter from her grandad and worry from her grandma.

in order to have a hard surface to write on, courtney had brought out a plain metal box. the only sign of detail was her grandad's innitials on the latch. he was in the war even though he was too young to enrol, and this was where he kept his letters that he exchanged with courtney's grandma, who at the time was his girlfriend. he had given it to courtney to keep her letters, and told her to take good care of it. courtney's grandma found that ridiculous; it was an old, cherished possession that was being taken into an insane asylum. cj wasn't insane though. she just had quite the temper. after her first five page letter to her grandparents, her grandma said she'd pull her out of the place. courtney reminded her that she needed cleaner records for college, and this was her way to get it. perhaps saying that she'd stay a little longer was what branded her truly insane. who wanted to spend unecessary time in an insane asylum?

cj was on her routine paragraph. her grandparents knew to include the hockey stats for the town in each of her letters, but cj always had new questions. it was always the last paragraph and each time she had a comment. whether it be her writing her frustrations about the last game's scores, or asking her grandaddy to talk to the coach for her, she always had something to say. she very rarely repeated herself. hockey was the type of topic that she could go on about for weeks on end and not get sick of it. she couldn't wait for winter. sadly, she knew they weren't allowed skates because of the blades, and she knew they probably wouldn't take some of the patients skating. she could always wish for it though. she already decided the first thing she'd do when she got home to kansas. she'd get on her hockey skates and not come back 'til morning.

hockey was her way of getting out her frustrations and usually kept her from getting into fights - except for when she'd get into a fight on the ice then get benched... still, it was a pretty good way to get rid of anger. she currently was writing about how furious she was with the new captain's call of putting cara dona in goal when courtney (who was the previous captain) knew perfectly well that cara was better on offense due to her speed and ability to complete plays cleanly. cara wasn't the type able to stay in place without watching the game as though it were on tv. so that was what courtney was writing about. she was so into her words that she didn't know that someone was beside her until he heard his voice. she had noticed his distant footsteps, but didn't know he was beside her. for this reason, she didn't jump. on the contrary she looked up. determining that it was a guard, she didn't really worry about whether or not she was going to be beaten to death (not that she ever did considering she would probably contributing to the other person's own beating).

this guard seemed familiar, but she didn't really go around talking to guards and getting all friendly. she could play nice, and although the latest hockey news was getting her mad, she wasn't going to take it out physically. that, she knew, would be stupid since she hadn't been physically provoked. she dismissed these thoughts by giving him a half smile and answering his question. "i am writing a letter to my grandparents expressing my concerns for my hockey team and the new captain's poor sense of judgement towards the other players' abilities," she told him before adding to herself than actually him, "wow, that sounded... formal." with those last words she had looked down, pondering over how those words had formed in that way. normally she didn't talk like that; normally she talked more like a teenager.

she couldn't help but wonder why a guard would just mosey on up to a patient and ask about what they were doing. surely it wasn't just out of pure amusement. cj was almost certain that most of the guards were only here because they had to be. she knew that this wouldn't be her first pick and probably wasn't for many of the guards. besides, if he could just walk up to her and strike up a conversation, didn't that mean that he had time to do more productive things, or at least things more to his liking? maybe he was supposed to escort her somewhere. she didn't like the sound of that if it involved doctors with medications. no, cj wasn't paranoid like some of the people here, just adults with medications and alcohol (though to her knowledge not many had alcohol here) scared her to no extent. it reminded her of her father and his issues. thus, without really thinking, she questioned, "were you sent to spy on me or something?"

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notes;; sorry, rping with courtney tends to make me ramble and babble for quite some time.

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[BREXTON "REX" PEELER]

"Hockey? Really?" Rex scoffed before having to remind himself he wasn't still in high school and didn't need to be putting the hockey players down just to keep them in their place. The football team was what everyone was concerned about in his town. They actually won games unlike the hockey team who's teams were mostly comprised of assholes and guys weren't smart enough to come up with a decent retort to anything.

He had great pride in his team and he liked looking back on the positives, when things weren't so bad.Unfortunately the bad stuff tended to creep right back in after a while and there wasn't much Rex could do about it. It was funny how quickly people can turn on you when you stop being able to help them win games. It took him that long to really figure out that his sporting ability was all they had cared about. Sure, he kind of got the idea but he never really believed it. While he could still play, he could go on pretending it was all just fine.

"Sounded kinda smart.. Like you should be in college or something instead of this place," Rex admitted, still leaning against the trunk of the large tree. It was rare for him to hand out compliments but it was his break so why not try and take a break from being the real hard-ass he usually was. He could relax, he knew how to have fun and even make a joke or two or why not.

Rex was actually pretty surprised he was having a normal conversation with a patient from this place but then thinking back, most of the conversations he had were while he was trying to do his job and he was well aware of the fact that he didn't exactly make things easy for them. He had no sympathy and gave no allowances for anything. It was a horrible way to be sometimes but it was what he knew. His own father had been exactly the same way, always pushing him to do better even when he was already doing more than any of the other guys on the team. What he failed to mention to most people was his dad wasn't just a football enthusiast, he was their coach and for whatever reason, Rex had a high set of expectations to live up to. So much for that though, everything went to hell anyway and he still hadn't spoken to the man in years. It sounded like something that needed to get worked out but when anyone asked, Rex would insist he didn't care, that it didn't affect him one bit but sometimes it was clear there was a reason behind all that seriousness and lack of patience in most cases.

"Spy on you.. Wouldn't be a very good spy coming right up to you and talkin' like this," Rex said with a raised eyebrow. What? She's paranoid too?, he wondered for a moment before giving her a real answer, "I'm on my break, figured I'd get some fresh air or something."

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

courtney didn't like his reaction to her mention of hockey. maybe hockey wasn't a good sport in his town, but in her town, it was. they had a really good guys team, and the girl's team wasn't too shabby themselves. while courtney was captain they had gone undefeated. with this new girl they were already having... not so great practices. apparently the tryouts consisted of the new captain, brooke, deciding which players would look the best on the ice. that had nothing to do with it. their first game was lost to the easiest team in the league. already courtney was dreading more stat reports, but she couldn't help it. hockey was her sport, and one of her town's biggies. she didn't appreciate his scoffing. "yes, really. lemme guess," she looked him up and down, "you were either a, the big shot who thought that the only sport worth playing was whatever it was that you played, or b, you were unable to make the hockey team and therefore decide that you won't ever like it again. personally, i'm voting for option a."

now, normally courtney was really easy to get along with. she just didn't appreciate when someone disapproved of what she did. courtney, actually, was a really nice, bright, bubbly girl. cj just didn't let someone say things about what she did though. she fought back. now, she knew better than to actually get into a fight, especially since that was a stupid reason to fight. she just did the more mature thing and used her words. of course, the mature thing was supposedly to just ignore it all. courtney was incapable of doing that about certain things, and her hockey team was one of them. "i'd like to see you try and play," she told him, "i bet i'd win." with this part she broke a little bit of a smile. everything wasn't serious with her. she was actually pretty sarcastic and commonly found joking around more often than not.

now he probably figured she was all paranoid asking if he was spying. really she wasn't. if she was, she probably would've sounded scared in her question, which she didn't. her words were more of curiousity than anyting else. his explanation for not being a spy was a phony one, but she believed him. she really didn't have much of a reason to be spied on. his reasoning for how he couldn't possibly be spying was the classic answer. that was probably the most commonly used answer in the book. the truth though, that he was on break, was believable. she still didn't understand why he wanted to spend time talking to a patient, but she wasn't going to object. her letter was basically done, and she knew she probably wouldn't take much pleasure in sitting there alone. that would leave her to her thoughts and sometimes they wandered back home before things were resolved - and that was a place she didn't like to revisit.

"you know, the best spies are the ones that hide in plain view," she told him, even though he probably knew that too. he was older than her meaning he'd probably know more anyway. not to mention any guy had probably seen a james bond movie and james bond was skilled at getting to his goal by going right up to the 'villian' and talking to them. "but i'll accept the break theory. i just wouldn't think that a guards first choice would be to hang out with a supposedly crazy person." she actually did believe his purpose for talking to her and she showed it with a grin.

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[BREXTON "REX" PEELER]

Rex glanced back down at her as she spoke. He figured she’d be a fan and probably wouldn’t appreciate his initial response to the news but then he couldn’t exactly change that now. He was determined to at least try to be a little nicer but even that was going to be difficult. Rex might do his job well but he wasn’t the easiest person to form a friendship with or even like. He hardly ever gave a thought to anyone else’s feelings or opinions and simply said what was on his mind. Unfortunately being tactless and insensitive weren’t terribly great qualities for a person to have.

“Good guess,” Rex said, crossing his arms, it was supposed to be more of a defensive move as far as most people were concerned but as far as Rex was, crossing his arms like that was simply habit. He had done it so often that you’d rarely see him just standing there looking all inviting like you could just go up and talk to him and everything would just be peachy. It made sense though to have the general appearance that showed people should stay away from you wherever possible. Body language was very useful in that respect.

“I don’t doubt that,” Rex said. He wasn’t going to get all cocky and decide to take up a challenge if it didn’t concern something he felt strongly about. Besides, what did he know about hockey? Not a whole lot. Sure, he could get around on the ice but he wasn’t about to try and go up against anyone who knew something about the game. What he could do was football and although one injury had changed the course of his life he could still play great now and knowing that was enough for him.

“It’s not like I haven’t been beaten by a girl before,” Rex said, staring back out at the gardens that seemed fairly empty. Sure, it hadn’t really been sports but a girl did down a pint of beer quicker than he did. That had been both embarrassing and interesting at the same time. She was beast he had never seen anyone do what she did but then she did have a shockingly low tolerance to alcohol so she got drunk pretty quick and it all worked out well for him anyway.

Rex would have been the last guard that anyone would say might go out and socialize with some of the patients but here he was despite that. He started out keeping to himself a lot when he first got here, not even talking to the other staff members too much. Rex was a man of few words but as it turned out, isolation, self-induce or otherwise, was the quickest road to insanity and he wasn’t about to let that happen which was why he had started talking to the other guards a little more. He figured he could use a few friends around this place anyways and although he wasn’t about to go making friends of patients, talking to them wasn’t out of the question.

“Is that right? Maybe I am spying on you,” Rex said, looking off in the distance with a feigned contemplative look as though he truly was thinking about it like it might actually be true. Rex just gave her a half smile when she seemed to accept his reasons for being there and he had to agree with her too. Talking to a patient wasn’t exactly his first choice either.

“Guess not but like I said, I just wanted some fresh air and you happened to be here so I figured why not,” he explained. It wasn’t as though she would be much of a danger to him. He knew which patients to look out for and he knew how to take care of himself. Besides, if she decided to go crazy and try to attack him, he had enough training to stop her. Plus her small size helped too.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

so he was a big shot - or at least thought he was. she knew it. just by his build and general attitude she knew he'd think he owned at everything. she could see him being the type to have the popular girlfriend and every other girl worshiping him just so that he might have a reason to say their name. yeah, that would definately not be courtney. she wasn't exactly like that. somebody could hand her the most attractive guy in the world and she would accept that he's attractive, and then once she decided he was a jerk she'd never care for him. say she went to highschool with this here guard, she'd probably roll her eyes at him and ignore any attempts he made to talk to her. why? because she didn't think it'd do her any good to associate with someone who only thought of themselves rather than anyone else and someone who thought they were everything anyone could want. in his high school career he definately wouldn't be. he wouldn't even have a single quality cj'd want. his looks didn't count.

his admission that she would beat him, and that he'd been beaten by a girl shocked her. she was about to say something,but thought better of it for once in her life. instead she just quirked a brow. "wow, i would've never thunk it, and i never would've thought you'd actually admit it," she ended up speaking anyway, but these were a little nicer of words than what she originally thought of. "was being beat by a girl what landed you here? 'cause if you ask me big shots don't generally end up minding crazy people." maybe it was a touchy subject, but cj didn't even consider that. besides, she was allowed to be curious. how could somebody go from big shot, most likely football star, all the way down to making sure crazy people didn't rip each other's heads off with their bare hands? it seemed like a pretty far fall and no fall like that goes without a story. cj was intrigued.

courtney nodded. "so you are a spy now... spies generally are a much smarter species of human," she told him with a grin. she had to look up to see him, which made her feel very small. that was alright though. it kept her in check one might say. not really. if she really wanted to she could lash out then run, but she figured he'd probably get her anyway. that was what guards were for after all. when courtney got mad though, she didn't think. that was her problem. she'd get all aggressive and then afterwards feel bad if she hurt someone. she didn't care for the process of hurting them because at that time she'd be so riled up that she wouldn't even think.

why not was his reasoning behind talking to her. well that made her feel good about herself. okay, not really, but it didn't make her feel bad either. she knew it wasn't anyone's first choice, and that didn't bother her. she was fine with him just coming up for why not reasons. "that explains your terrible spying 101 knowledge." with this she looked back down at her letter and her grandad's box. she folded her letter into thirds so that it would fit into a long envelope (which were the kind she had), then opened the old box. inside the box were a bundle of letters wrapped in a rubberband. beside that were a few pens, a small stack of envelopes, and beneath all of that, a stack of paper. she placed her letter on top and perpendicular to everything in the box. then she closed the box and latched it.

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[BREXTON "REX" PEELER]

High school, before that one bad incident, had actually been pretty great. Rex was good at what he did but that was no surprise considering how hard he trained and how far his dad pushed him compared to everyone else. Sure he got good and yes, maybe it did sort of get to him a little when he came to the social side of things but he never let it affect his game. He worked hard and he never stopped. Course, everyone else (excluding that weird group of goth kids who seemed to hate the whole damn world) seemed to like him or at least pretended to. He had dated the head cheerleader but then that was kind of expected of him. As far as he was concerned, that was just how things were suppose to go but even that didn’t last. It seemed the people who thought that what you were in high school didn’t count for much in the real world, were actually right.

Most would assume he was just cocky and self-cantered but anyone who knew him well enough would have said that he was confident not cocky and that he cared more about getting his team to victory than himself. He really wasn’t all that bad, he just hardly ever let anyone find out who he really was. Rex just didn’t have that kind of time between all the practice sessions and games. Things were different now though. High school was long gone and yeah he had changed. There was no football left to hide behind, no gorgeous cheerleader by his side. It was just him trying to make a living but it was nice to relive some of the good times.

Rex just shrugged when she seemed shocked by his confession. He didn’t much care to try to be some uber-masculine macho guy unless he was trying to be intimidating or doing his job or if someone seemed like they might be a threat to him. It was only then that he’d bother trying to keep up the act. Course, this wasn’t exactly how he usually was. Rex was often angry and distant for no real reason but lately he had been trying to change that and not being so angry for once was actually a much needed break. He hadn’t realised how good it felt to just relax and no care about too much. It seemed he might finally be getting over that whole high school thing (except if he did see that guy again, he probably would want to kill him, so maybe not entirely over it).

“Actually it was football,” he said honestly. That was the beginning of the road to this place. Injury, no scholarship, only decent job he could get at that point was in security then that ended after a while because he was still too angry from the football injury and that led to the only other place that would still hire him, Alkaline Asylum. He figured it wasn’t much but it was definitely better than nothing so he took the job without a second thought.

“So I’m a smart spy now? I guess I can deal with that,” Rex said with a smirk. Hell, he had been called much worse things in this place so really this was probably one of the better conversations he had ever had with a patient here. She seemed pretty normal and a very small part of Rex was starting to wonder why she was even here.

“Five seconds ago I was a smart spy. What happened to that?” he Rex said in mock offence when she pointed out his lack of proper spying knowledge, course it was quickly followed by another smirk, only this time it was bordering on a real smile. It was nice to just relax and not really talk about much of anything. In fact this was starting to be one of the longest conversations he had had in a while. That was probably saying something about how much he had been avoiding it but as they say, it was better late than never.

“That’s a lot of letter,” Rex said when she opened the box. Yes, his observational skills were that great and so were his skills in stating the obvious but he figured it might start another tangent in this little conversation of theirs. Considering how well it was going, he was sure that dragging it out a little longer wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

courtney had previously chosen option a: that he was the big shot. her reasoning behind it was simple. not only did he fit the part as far as looks, but the way he carried himself... the way he spoke and the way scoffing at her hockey comment came easy to him. he seemed like he'd have practice doing that particular action towards everyone that didn't meet his standards. of course, she didn't really know him, she just thought she did - or rather, it made it easier to fight back logically. so it wasn't so logical because in order to be logical she would have to be aware of many things that she wasn't aware of. for example, perhaps he was a big teddy bear inside, but she wasn't going to take the time to figure it out before she spoke. she just doubted with her first thought so she lived by that. that's how she functioned.

"ah, football, i should've known," she said more to herself than to him. she wasn't saying that she should've known that was what landed him here. "you know, they always are the jerks in the movies. that's a pretty crappy stereotype, huh? but it's the makings of the classic sob story, afterall. i can see it headlining now, 'from football star to asylum guard.' they'll take the audience through your life which i'm sure became 'so miserable' one your dreams were taken away in one flashing moment of a game." at this point she actually realized she was blabbing and closed her mouth, only to give him the familiar grin once again to show she meant no harm with her words. sadly, what was done was done and her words could have stung. only could have. "think of it this way, if you didn't have your little football freak accident, you wouldn't be here having this wonderful conversation with me." that was her attempt to lighten the mood which she could have just put a damper on. only could have.

wow, that was the first sign of any... non guardness of him. he had smirked which was better than him being the classic movie guard - all straight faced and serious. he had also spoken sarcastically. was that a first that cj had known of his sarcasm? she wasn't about to recap their conversation just to find that answer. "well, yeah," she said, "you decided to get logical - but don't worry, i'll keep it a secret." logic ruined a lot of things. sadly, a lot of people had to think logically in order to make sense of the world, or rather, not take offense. it was a cushion for some people, a way of life for others. cj was the one bouncing on the cushion. the indecisive child who couldn't make up her mind whether or not to disect words to find the logical explanation.

at his letter comment, she looked at the box from a whole new perspective. to her it was something routine. open the box, add a letter, never take in the amount because it was so familiar. once something became familiar, people stopped noticing it slowly change. like the stacks of letters. she didn't notice when she added another one every now and then, because it seemed such a small drop in the bucket - or rather a letter in the box... it was an attempted play on words. however, she thought about how many people must view it. when they think of a box, they probably think of one empty, or one full but closed so the amount wasn't visible. however, once that full box was open, they probably expected it to be empty so the change in what they thought they knew was bizarre.

cj nodded to agree with his comment after re-evaluating what she saw. "yeah. i guess you're right. there's at least three from every week i've been here. at least. generally i get five or six," at this point she showed some annoyance, "but people who actually have a life and aren't stuck being somewhere for crazy people don't always have the time. me on the other hand i have all the damn time in the world." her voice had lost it's hint of sweetness, playfulness, and overall positive type teen-ness within those words. instead it was replaced with the speed that a teen gets when they're not exactly the positive type of teen. she quickly got over her typical-for-any-normal-teenage-girl little hissy fit of words and looked back up at him like she had before. "so yeah, that's a lot of letter."

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Rex went from fine with sticking around to glaring at the girl in two seconds flat. All it took was for that words that just got to the core of his life. Everything stated so mockingly in that horrible tone. He didn’t like that one bit. This was all real to him, he had lived that and here was this girl acting like it was some lame movie she could mock. She didn’t even know him and Rex wasn’t going to stand for that. His fingers curled into a fist but he wouldn’t let himself do anything crazy. Hell, he was already in a mental institution, if they decided that he wasn’t quite over the anger issues then he would probably be out of the job.. Or worse, and Rex couldn’t have that happen over some girl who didn’t know when to stop talking. Besides, it did help that she was a girl, Rex wouldn’t hurt one as easily and it would only be defensive if one attacked him physically otherwise he’d just get angry and do something stupid like slam his fist into a door.. Which had actually happened in past.

She seemed to stop though and act as though it was all okay, like she didn’t mean it but the words still got to him and it was too late but Rex was better at keeping control of that anger and rage and manage to have some of that dissipate. “That’s still my life you were talkin’ about so watch what you say,” he said in a low, serious tone but one that wasn’t threatening. It was quite an improvement in anything. The fact that he managed to stay calm about that was a step in the right direction. He would drop the subject now that he had given out that one warning. At least this way, she might see he was serious and not bring it up again. Rex spent a lot of time trying to get over it like everyone said he should but they didn’t understand. This was something he had worked his whole life to get. His whole entire life, even at the before his first birthday, his first Christmas present was a freakin’ plush football. How the hell was this not suppose to affect him? And hearing someone else say it like it was nothing wasn’t exactly nice but Rex didn’t want to dwell on that. It would only make him angry and he needed to try and calm down which thankfully didn’t take as long as usual (at least on the outside). As the conversation went on, things got a little better. She wasn’t as bad as a lot of the other patients, he still didn’t like the way she seemed to say certain things without thinking but that happened to a lot of people.

Rex said nothing about being logical. He didn’t want to get too far into that one. He figured it would go better if they just kept talking about something real and not some weird random thing about spies. Which was why the letter comment seemed to help steer the conversation in what Rex assumed might be a better direction. He wasn’t sure if he had been right though because in one moment things got a little bit more serious.

“My cousin Bernie collects stamps. He’s got a hell of a lot of stamps, he doesn’t have a life either,” Rex said jokingly, trying to distract the girl from the life she had. This was something she couldn’t change, something she was stuck with for a while so why not try to distract her with something funny to laugh at? Wait, was Rex actually trying to be nice? No, Rex wasn’t that guy. Some of the staff members liked being all compassionate and caring but Rex wasn’t one of those. No, definitely not.. Not unless they were in the twilight zone or something.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

cj had known after she had said her words, that they weren't exactly the best choice. that was part of her though. she opened her mouth without thinking, and didn't exactly say the pleasant half of her thoughts. if someone ductaped her mouth and told her to think before they tore the tape off then maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't say something to ruin a conversation. that was one of her skills though. saying the brutally honest truth because she didn't think before she said it. sure, she also instinctively lied without realizing it until after. of course, she was so skilled at remembering them (because they were pretty generic). she didn't come up with the fancy, elaborate story lies. she was a simpleton when it came to those sorts of things, in fact, she was pretty simple in general. sure, her words and train of thought were pretty lengthy and difficult to follow, but she was simple in many other ways - and her simple mind often made her open her mouth before actually registering what was coming out.

she only saw a quick moment of his glare. clearly her words weren't the ones that should've been spoken. "yeah, sorry," she told him quietly. she meant her words, really she did, but she wasn't going to go sound real guilty because she didn't like when people sounded guilty. she had a way of speaking with her emotions without giving it all away, and guilt was not one of those emotions she was going to show. she didn't feel guilty for speaking, sure she felt a little bad for the words coming out, especially in that way, but she wasn't guilty. they were two different things afterall. sure, it could've made her sound like a bad person, but she wasn't. she was actually a pretty good person. and it took a good person to apologize in the first place, right? she didn't expect that he'd want an apology. she didn't really like apologies. sure, they were nice because you knew that the person was sorry, but they didn't have to say it, especially since half the time they weren't sorry for what they'd done.

courtney wasn't going to dwell on the topic that they had just changed from. it had been a pretty eventful conversation so far. not really. courtney had discovered rex's past as a football big shot, and he had discovered she had a burning passion for hockey. then they had discovered that he was, in fact, not a spy, and if he were to be one, he wouldn't be that great at it. then they had covered the ground that cj had many a letter and no life. wasn't that grand? at least he had tried to make her feel better about the zip life dilema. wait, he had tried to make her feel better... that was shocking. he didn't seem the type to do that. in fact, previously the only sign of 'non-guardliness' was a smirk, yet here he was trying to give her a reason to smile. so she did. she'd at least appreciate his attempt especially since it wasn't too shabby. it could've been worse. "okay, i have more of a life than that," she said, "or at least, i hope i do."

it was shocking. she could've come back with a somewhat smart remark that would require no thinking, but in fact, she had thought before hand. it was a new concept, and it was strange to courtney. it seemed like there was more than one unusual action occuring that day.

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Least she apologized. That was more than Rex had even expected, especially at this place but he need to move on anyway and prove he could have a conversation like any other sane person… Course that wasn’t saying much considering he was talking to a patient and she seemed to be doing perfectly well on her part. Honesty wasn’t something he appreciated when it came to his past thought. He knew what it was and he knew how it sounded and he certainly didn’t need any reminding of it. Anyone else talking about it just made him feel like he had been holding a grudge for too long over not a whole lot and he didn’t want to think of it that way so it was best to just leave that one well enough alone.

A smile was beginning to form on his lips when he saw hers but Rex quickly stopped himself and moved a off the tree a little to stand a bit straighter. He hadn’t actually had nice friendly conversations with a girl in a long while, and that was without considering the fact that she was a patient her. The only women he ever saw were either from work at the bar or were customers there, and those girls he didn’t care much for. Those were definitely not his type. They were usually drunk and disorderly and they seemed to think batting they heavily fake eyelashes at him was going to get them anything they wanted. That just didn’t work for Rex, if anything those girls were a turn off. It seemed strange to think that considering the cheerleader in high school but he only dated her because it was expected of him. It helped that she was athletic as far as cheerleading went but the fact that she cared about breaking a nail wasn’t much good. The one he did have his eye on for a little while was a girl that ran track and she was damned good at him. Sporty girls were more his thing, the ones that liked a friendly challenge every now and then but didn’t care to go out to a club and get so drunk they’d trip over themselves from just standing in one spot.

“I’d say you do,” Rex said reassuring her. Sure, it might suck being a patient here but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was a pretty restricting lifestyle but it wasn’t prison. Also, it was definitely interesting with some of the weird people they had in here so with entertainment and meals and a bed, it was definitely not the worst thing in the world.. If you chose to see it that way. It was different for him though, he didn’t have to be here, he worked here. This was just a job to him and if he got sick of it, he could quit and find something else. He wasn’t going to though, as strange as it might seem, this actually worked for him.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

that made her feel a bit better, that she potentially had more of a life than a stamp collector. still, it wasn't quite the best. they were given the necessities, food, drink, bed, and a roof over their head, but as patients it still wasn't much. really though, what were most people expecting when they entered an asylum? anybody would invision everything but an actual 'life'. asylums generally made people think of the chairs with the straps and the white walls layered with cushion so the pyschos couldn't hurt themselves. of course, courtney had yet to see those chairs and the cushioned walls, but she was sure they were in there somewhere. she was just thankful she had enough of a good life in here so she didn't have to see those rooms.

she did enjoy the grounds though. they were the only decent parts of the asylum. the garden was great, and the front lawns infront of the front gate was nicely manicured. there was space that countered the asylum's limited access to anything that might be of interest to cj. the courtyard wasn't too bad, the only issue was it wasn't under serveilance. sure, that was a good thing becuase everyone liked some sort of privacy besides in their room. however, that also wasn't a good idea because then somebody could get into a really bad situation really quickly. take courtney for example, if someone decided to get pissed off, she would want to take the person's head off which could prove to be quite the situation. she'd probably end up harming the other person, and she would have to make her stay even longer which was the opposite of what she wanted. so despite her enjoying the grounds, she knew that one wrong move could very easily result in her being in the yet to be seen room of white cushioned walls and a strapped chair.

the thought was already making her slightly antsy. she needed to move and find some sort of life that beat sitting under a tree thinking of how crappy of a life she had that was still not as crappy as the stamp collectors life could be. if that made sense. so now she had two things on her mind, getting up and moving, and trying not to be crazy to the point where that imaginary chair was needed. with this in mind, she began working on her first thought. moving. she tucked the her grandad's box back in her bag, which she brought out because she figured it'd look strange carrying a box around, and stood up. she picked up the strap and put the bag over her shoulder. only then did she realize how small she appeared next to brexton. sitting down she felt small, but then again she was sitting down. courtney stood at five feet five inches even, and she guessed that he was at least six feet, but probably with a few inches added.

"do you want to walk?" she asked. she liked the conversation they were having because it made her feel normal again, but she was getting antsy with the chair in the back of her mind. that was going to give her nightmares now, she knew it. who knew such a silly thing could freak her out so much?

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Rex pushed himself off the tree and watched with as she got her things together and stood up. It had been fairly sudden but it was hardly a threatening move so he just stood there for a moment waiting to see what she was going to do. He figured this conversation had to be over now since she was already standing up and preparing to leave. He was fine with that though, he had a little while left to himself and that time could easily be wasted in front of the TV. Glancing back around at the building, he turned back to her to see what would come next. Rex was happy to go with the flow on certain matters but he didn’t like to assume anything or jump to conclusions so he waited for her to speak first.

The first thing he noticed when she stood was her height. Sitting down, it was hard for him to tell how tall she was. He had seen her around before but it wasn’t much the same as having her right next to him. It’s wasn’t that big of a difference though. Having moved off his temporary leaning post, Rex was standing straighter and was at a decent 6’1. If she had to put money on it, he would have guessed her height to be somewhere at the 5’5’ mark but then height hardly mattered. It was really only a temporary distraction, like everything else in this place.

“Sure,” Rex reply, with a slight nod. He wouldn’t mind sticking around, especially since this girl didn’t seem even a little crazy as far as he could tell. She seemed fairly normal and the conversation they were having was kind of nice too. It was almost like this wasn’t really work and he could just relax and be himself. Rex hadn’t had that since he got here and it was definitely a nice change so there was no way he was going to say no to it.. For now at least.

“Ya know what I just realized?” Rex asked rhetorically before giving her the answer, “I don’t even know your name,” he said. They had been talking for a little while now and no where in that time had he introduced himself. He hadn’t even thought to until now. Usually it didn’t matter what anyone’s name was, all you really needed was an initial and a last name in case there were any problems or anything behaviour related you needed to report to a doctor or something. He knew her name began with a C but he couldn’t remember what it was.

“I know it starts with a C.. And you’re last name’s Jameson. I’m Rex by the way,” he said, offering her a hand to shake as was the normal thing to do.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

he agreed to go for a walk with her, which was nice of him and exactly what she wanted for numerous reasons. first off, nobody had done that with her in a while, especially since she arrived here. it seemed as though all people were worried about, as far as the staff went, was making sure nobody killed each other, killed themselves, or were in such poor condition that the staff would get into trouble for it if anyone found. of course, many of the staff wasn’t like that, they just never took the time to show that they cared enough. sure, spending their career with crazy people was a pretty nice way of showing that they cared at least a little bit, but at the same time, it wasn’t the best. so, she was reassured by his agreement, that the staff could be more than just a piece of scenery. constantly the staff told them, ‘i’m not your friend’. this was true because the staff wasn’t there to be best friends, but rather they were there to get you out of there and back to friends. that didn’t mean that they weren’t allowed to converse normally. normal was the ultimate thing she wanted. there was nothing normal about living in an asylum which was something constantly noted by courtney. still, something always kept her here. the deal she made.

if she came to alkaline, she got a clear record, and a clear record meant that all of her mistakes would be gone. surely they’d be remembered back home, but they wouldn’t be held against her in the future. there was one catch besides coming. it would be in one of her records. she wasn’t sure which, but she knew it’d show up. it was only a matter of whether or not it was looked at or ever brought up – then an explanation would be in order. she could always explain things later as to why she got into those fights. as a matter of fact, she was surprised that she hadn’t had to explain yet. Then she remember he probably already knew. he didn’t know why though, and she’d rather not get into that unless she was asked. it wasn’t the best past and it was obvious why she turned out the way she did. of course, many people would say hat that wasn’t an excuse, and maybe they were right. however, courtney wasn’t looking for an excuse. instead, she had just did what the natural thing to do was – fight back. there was only so long somebody could go on the way courtney had so it was no wonder when she decided to fight back. if she didn’t, who knew what would happen every time she went home. now she was lucky. because she had decided to fight back she had a better life now once alkaline was taken out of the equation. she lived with people who loved her dearly – not that her father didn’t – and she was able to go home without being afraid. she loved her dad, really she did, and he loved her, but his little… problem, had been a little over the top. a little was a little bit of an understatement.

when they began walking, or half walking half lingering in the same place, he had asked a rhetorical question. even when asked a rhetorical question courtney still gave a possible answer or questioned it further. it was what she did. possibly annoying, yes, but she did it. who’s to say she wasn’t annoying sometimes anyway. instead of answering this time though, she just looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes. of course! courtney felt like something had been skipped and as it turned out, they hadn’t covered the most basic grounds of conversation – introductions. granted, courtney never really introduced herself when conversations were just small talk, but this had gravitated beyond small talk and she hadn’t taken the time to realize it and introduce herself. if this guard, now a guard with a name, hadn’t thought of it, she could’ve gone the whole time not knowing his name. but of course he knew hers… more or less. he knew the c part, and the last name part, and now she knew his. ”courtney,” she told him, shaking his hand, ”the c stands for courtney… as if he didn’t know that, she thought, but she had a habbit of doing that sometimes when she spoke. ” but everyone kind of, generally calls me cj.” nobody at alkaline did because nobody really had any discussions with her, at least not until now.”rex,” she repeated to herself, than looked at him, as if deciding whether or not she would actually call him that. obviously she would because it was his name. instead of some smart remark she simply asked, ”is it short for something?”

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