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Post by dave on Jan 16, 2010 15:46:46 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
I'M WEARY FROM TRYING TO SHAKE IT . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -after yet another stint in the detention cells (long story short, he'd pissed off the therapist again) dave was itching to talk to people. someone, anyone, it didn't really matter but all that time alone had been driving him (even more) insane and he was bursting with so many thoughts and so much energy that he thought he might fucking explode. before, now would've been the ideal time to go drinking, but without alcohol he was just going to have to distract himself in other ways. after briefly stopping to annoy one the guards in the hall, dave whizzed away at the threat of another detainment and arrived, visibly bouncing, into the rec room. there weren't a lot of other patients in the main gym area so dave wandered on into the smaller attachment room, which was also pretty fuckin' bare for early evening time. at least, dave assumed it was early evening. they refused to let him keep his expensive stolen rolex watch in case he used it to harm someone. harm someone? with a watch? really? what did they think he was, some predictable bore? if dave wanted to "harm" someone he could think of plenty more creative ways to do it than to somehow use his watch.
his mind wandered on to all the ways someone could be harmed with a watch and he started rubbing the barely visible line on his left wrist where the cold metal used to sit. damn, he missed his watch. he also missed people, because looking around him, dave was reminded very clearly of his lack of company. where the fuck was everyone? the common room, probably. he ran his hand down his face, pulling at the skin around his eyes and rubbing them. his eyeballs were itchy. he hated when his eyeballs were itchy. what was that about anyway? itchy eyeballs. it was one of the weirdest fucking things ever when you thought about it. dave groaned exasperatedly. why the fuck was he thinking about it? jumping up and down on the spot to try and shake out his limbs, dave headed back into the larger gym area, spotted a lone soccer ball just left on the floor and found that he just couldn't resist the urge to kick it very violently at the wall.
sighing heavily (something he verrry rarely did) he scrunched his nose in thought. slightly lucid thought, in fact. should he go looking for people or should he get rid of all his pent-up restless energy first? if he went looking for someone to fuck he could probably do both at the same time, but the more he thought about it, the more he realised he wasn't feeling very... him. must've been that stupid injection he'd gotten in detention after he'd started throwing one of the chairs at the wall for amusement; he'd fallen asleep after getting it (stupid sedatives) and must've still been feeling the effects. giving the soccer ball another kick to the wall, he ignored the bark of the guard at the gym door when it made a very loud slapping/banging noise. as it bounced off and rolled back to him, dave proceeded to continue doing so for as long as it entertained him. he needed to take his restlessness out on something.
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appearance. i'll.. find something later. xD let's just say an untucked button down shirt and some jeans, barefoot. or whatever. xD
tagged. zaccckkkkyyy. =D
notes. i have SO completely failed my own standards of posting with this but i'm going to point out that if you had started this post could've been so epic. yes, i'm blaming you. xD i'll just have to make up for it next post. also, sorry for all the random rambling, but that's just customary with dave. xD |
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Post by ZACHARY TAYLOR CARTER. on Jan 17, 2010 11:48:32 GMT -5
 G A T H E R A L L T H E H E A R T A C H Ei'll hold it in my hand just to lose it all again today hadn't been one of zach's better days that was for sure. hell, he'd woken up in a bit of a cranky mood, on the wrong side of the bed so to speak, so the rest of the day hadn't been filled with a lot of promise of good to come. and the day had spanned out to be rather boring and hideous indeed. from getting soap in his eye in the shower and then burning himself with hair straightners that he wasn't even meant to have anyway, things were not going so well. how did he explain the rather horrible burn on his ear without telling the idiots here i had managed to sneak in some well needed hair straighteners. how was he meant to go through his life without hair straightners for fucks sake! he wasn't obsessed with them, its just his hair looked terrible just left. and zach hated looking bad. it was a confidence thing really. not that zach was really lacking, just, he just liked to look nice, ok? ok. and then, oh yes that wasn't it. the damn breakfast people didn't have any cheerios. what kind of breakfast people were they! had he not specified he only fucking wanted the small round cereal? yes, he was rather positive he had. though, a small bright thing to not let it all be doom and gloom, he got his morning coffee... well, coffee's. plural. because one coffee was never enough, it didn't have enough kick, oh no. that did perk zach's day up just a little, but it was going to take more than a couple of coffee cups to cheer up the cranky boy now. it was going to just be one of those days, and zach just had to deal with that.
and to add to the fray of problems that zach was finding with his monstrosity of a place, he was severaly lacking in any company. sure, sometimes he kept himself to himself, but zach didn't like this whole being alone all the time thing. his room was just too quiet, a down side of being a level three, whatever the hell that meant. zach wasn't too clued up on how the levels worked, and he wasn't overly bothered in finding it out. he knew his place, in good old level three, and here he would stay until... whenever. probably until he died. wow that sounded lonely. really damn lonely. but zach supposed he wasn't alone, not really. everyone else stuck here held the same fate. so it wasn't as bad as he first thought.
what zach needed was some pleasant entertainment. or at least to release some pent-up energy. the less energy he had, the less likely he would be having any episodes today. and zach wanted to be episode free thank you very much. zach found it strange, and in essence a little amusing, that the doctors called them episodes. like they were one small part of a sitcom television show. his life was not worthy to be a sitcom, at least in zach's eyes. maybe a horror movie would be more fitting? but that question didn't need answering, a question that did however have priority, was what the hell could zach do to take up some time. and the answer came quickly. the rec room was always a good place to start. zach didn't feel like sitting around and having a chat, he wanted to do something and just forget about the troubles for a little while. have fun, since that was something zach needed more of, it was true. he wandered his way towards, his hands worming their way into his tight jeans. exactly how zach liked his jeans... looking like they were sprayed on. harder to get off too. though, that was probably why he had a lack of jeans right now, since he ripped so many pairs.
he made his way inside, ignoring the guard by the door. he tended not to talk to the staff as much as he could get away with. most of the guards were rude as fuck too. a smile came to his face as zach looked around, spotting a known face. taking up a small jog, he went over, kicking the ball out of the way with a small chuckle and smirk. "hey man," came from zach's mouth, a genuine smile spreading. he liked dave. no matter how tiring the older man could be sometimes. and by the looks of it, dave was restless. which meant zach having to run to keep up with him. brilliant. something to do finally.
TAG; david.
STATUS; done.
WORD COUNT; seven six nine.
MUSIC; thirty seconds to mars, hurricane.
NOTES; i hope this is ok, not my best. and its ok to blame me xD
CREDIT; lisha for template. marynicole for graphic. scary kids scaring kids for lyrics.
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Post by dave on Jan 17, 2010 19:58:53 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
I'M WEARY FROM TRYING TO SHAKE IT .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -the sheer volumes of entertainment kicking a ball at a wall can provide someone with when they have bipolar disorder is more than a little scary. actually, it's downright fucking disturbing when one thinks about it. of course dave does. dave thinks of everything. he thinks of everything at 90 miles per hour, barely remembers any of it and then thinks it all over again. something of a vicious cycle really, but he gets distracted too easily to linger on that kind of a thought. at least, he does when he's not on his meds or they aren't working because the dosage is too low. he loves confusing the therapists about his dosages. they're always too scared to give him too much in case he gets addicted. in fact, someday soon he might just pretend to be addicted to some new prescription just for fun. it's always fun to make the staff here despair. it's like his gift to them for keeping him locked up here. really, he'd be less of a danger outside of this place than he is inside it.
he moved to kick the ball again, his bare foot sore and throbbing from pain he found all too easy to ignore, but when the ball suddenly flew in another direction before his foot could even collide with it, dave found himself momentarily confused. then ecstatically happy. "ZACH!" he grinned maniacally and tackled the other boy, only half his age, nearly dragging the two of them to the ground but managing to steady himself at the last minute. already his mouth was running nonsense as he squeezed him in a tight hug. "--so bored and they threw me in detention and oh good grief and lord god above it was soooo boring and then they sedated me and shit and it made me all sleepy and i'm still feeling really groggy but hyperactive at the same time and i really miiiiiissed you!"
finally letting go and straightening up properly, he was still grinning madly at the other boy. despite the age difference, dave considered zach to be one of his closest friends in this hell hole. the boy's modest innocence always amused him. with renewed energy, he started bouncing circles around zach. "so, so, so, so, ZACH." he stopped, eventually, face to face with him now. "i'm like, totally wired, completely up in the air, little mad in the head. i think i need to run. should we run? tell me to run, zachy, tell me i should run because i've got way too much motherfuckin' energy, right? don't i?" for a minute, dave just stopped, pursing his lips as he stared at zach. "are you up for a race or something or am i being too scary, weird, loud, hyper again?"
see, he could be completely aware and considerate of his friend's feelings, especially 'cause he knew that zach could get a little intimidated by his madness. strictly speaking, the only thing wrong with zach was a very minor, temporary problem that didn't rear it's head all that often. of course dave was dying for it to rear its face, especially with him, but that'd come all in due time. all in due time.
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appearance. i'll.. find something later. xD let's just say an untucked button down shirt and some jeans, barefoot. or whatever. xD
tagged. zaccchhyyy. =D
notes. ok this time i'm blaming the golden globes and my terrible internet. xD |
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Post by ZACHARY TAYLOR CARTER. on Jan 19, 2010 14:34:40 GMT -5
G A T H E R A L L T H E H E A R T A C H Ei'll hold it in my hand just to lose it all again if small things really did amuse small minds, if it was actually an unfalsifiable fact, then zach had to have a small mind. and he didn't care too much. the small things in life were often the most entertaining; like for instance kicking a ball at a wall. at first seemingly pointless, but behind that act a lot of tension was released, which made you feel more relaxed, therefore you enjoyed the process. zach may have had problems, but one thing he did have was his intelligence. sure, he wasn't a genius, no where near, but he knew enough to get by comfortably. hell, in here you needed to have brains, otherwise you would probably be chucked off the roof... or some other violent death would become of you. zach wasn't overly worried though. he was strong enough to take on someone roughly the same size as him, and anyway, the amount of guards in this god damned place was ridiculous. though, zach was finding more and more everyday that it was actually increasingly easy to get away with stuff that he had never imagined would be possible. like his hair straightners for one. he hadn't believed that the guards would have not found them yet, alas, they hadn't. and zach could bask in having straight hair. zach liked his hair freaking straight, ok? ok!
zach should have known by now what to expect when he saw dave, but he would never quite get used to have his name screamed happily at him and then pounced on, sometimes at the same time like right now. it took all zach's strength not to topple over from the sheer force of the older boy, but managed just about, dave seeming to do the same at the last minute. and so they were both upright, thank the lord, but he still had dave clinging him hard. he could hardly keep up with most of what david was saying, but that was no different from usual, not really. and zach always managed to get the gist of what dave was trying to tell him. like now. all zach heard was, detention, boring, sedated, sleepy, hyperactive, and i missed you. which was enough to piece it all together, even with his face squished rather uncomfortably into the older mans chest. "i missed you too, dave." zach replied while the boy let go and managed to stop talking for a small amount of time. and zach meant it. dave brought a brightness to his day when he saw the man, and though david was double his age, he could easily call dave one of his closest friends. even if he was annoying at times, and slightly intimadating at times.
but zach knew deep down that david was harmless. a tad hyperactive... ok, so more than a tad, but a little bit of too much energy wasn't terrible. and by gosh did this man have fucking energy. zach let out a laugh as dave started bouncing circles around him, making him feel just a little dizzy, but then he stopped, and wow dave was close. zach made a subtle step back, not liking completely how close daves face was to him. he had a personal space that he liked to keep, not that he believed dave knew the meaning of personal space sometimes. zach laughed again, patting the now stationary dave on the shoulder gently. "you need to calm down, and you are being a tad hyper but i don't mind." zach looked around for a moment. did he want to run around for no reason? sure, why not. "i'm up for a race if you are, oldy" zach joked, the nickname more a sign of endearment for the older boy than an insult. and before the race had even began, he had a feeling he knew who was going to win, and it wasn't him.
TAG; david.
STATUS; done.
WORD COUNT; six four nine.
MUSIC; alexandra burke, broken heels.
NOTES; mine wasn't good D: sorry D:
CREDIT; lisha for template. marynicole for graphic. scary kids scaring kids for lyrics.
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