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oliver couldn’t believe his luck. well, if you could call it luck, really. he was allowed to supervise lunchtime in the hospital cafeteria all by himself, without even a supervisor, for the first time. this was a huge step, and he believed it showed that his boss trusted him. (really, he just couldn’t be assed looking after the loonies today, and lumped it on oliver instead.) and of course, while oliver was sure he was going to do well, keep everyone under control and impress his boss, it sure as hell wasn’t going to go that way in reality. he was a terrible, terrible intern. he didn’t know how to control the patients, he was never prepared for emergencies (he’d never gone to boy scouts), he was incredibly naïve and easy to manipulate. why did he take the job? because it was the closest job he could get to being a real doctor, without needing to be terribly bright to do it.

he clutched his clipboard tightly to his chest, making sure to keep his head up high to make him look like he was confident, even when inside he was anything but. of course, he had to keep looking down at the floor to make sure he didn’t trip over his own feet, or worse, somebody else’s feet, and fall flat on his face. yeah, it had happened too many times before, now he needed to check as he walked. the cafeteria was basically empty, save for a few patients scattered about. he didn’t see any of the ones he had been warned about, though, which was a good sign. those were the ones that would take in the fact that he wasn’t wearing a patients uniform and probably stab him just because he was somewhat of a figure of authority. when really, they probably had more authority over him.

he picked up a sandwich and a bottle of water and set it down on one of the long, empty wooden table, setting his clipboard. it was funny, really, how familiar this all was to him. he’d only been working here for a couple of weeks now, but before that, he had been here for almost four years, but that time he had been a patient. he looked around quickly, cringing a little at the memories and food in his hand, before reminding himself that he was over it all now, and completely cured. he was a professional, and no asshole patients could convince him otherwise, no matter how close hitting and snide their remarks were. and really, it did happen a lot. he just told himself to stop being such a girl and not to pay mind to the things they said and did. they were just… not in their right minds. that was it.

he took out his pen from his pocket and started taking down notes of what was happening in the hall. which evidently, was not much. a few kids in the corner quietly discussing something, most likely plans to escape the hospital. a girl sitting on her own in the corner, looking extremely ill and lonely. oliver almost got up to keep her company, before he remembered he was supposed to be on duty. one boy seemed to be having freak out of some sort, but an orderly was handling it, so he just noted the incident down. he took a bite of his cheese sandwich as he tried to focus on what he was writing down, which was becoming increasingly hard now that someone was approaching him. he shuffled uneasily in his seat as their shadow cast over him, and he tucked his pen and some long strands of hair behind his ear as he glanced up, flashing his best smile at them. “hello, i’m dr lytell. can i help you with anything?”

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[jack]

"the waves that you made, push me, push me

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Lunch... about damn time! he thought as he made his way to the cafeteria, for once unescorted. As the tall man walked anyone could tell he was mildly amused by the looks he got. After all Jack Ardell thrived on peoples panicked emotions. It was what made him smile in the morning and laugh like a maniac at night. He looked rather good today, at least he thought so standing straight and tall. He'd often found that taking up the full height that he as intimidated more than slouching, not to mention he didn't like to slouch unless in a chair and rather bored.

Cracking his knuckles he pushed the doors to the cafeteria with part of this strength causing a slight crash against the wall and also announcing his presence to the few patients in the place. His ego getting a bit of a boost and the slight shiver that crawled up a girls spine. Flashing her a bit of a knowing grin he walked right past her, even though she was no where near the food and growled. He liked to mess with people, push their buttons and watch them squirm. it was just good fun...

Running a hand through his purposely disheveled blondish hair he walked towards the food and grabbed a few things. Sodas where out of the question so water would have to do, the food wasn't what he wanted or liked but he didn't care he wasn't that hungry to begin with he just wanted out of his room and this was his best bet after that long ass time in detention arguing with the guard. Poor guy, had no idea what he had gotten himself into...

After he was satisfied with his current selections he turned to walk towards his table. Yes, the boy was arrogant enough to have his own table and specifically his chair. He took his steps as though he had calculated every move before doing them. He had done this every day since he got sent here. The only day that had differed was the first where he beat a guy to a bloody pulp simply for being in the chair he had wanted; granted the guy was a guard but still it was his place, period.

As he reached the chair, however, he found someone else sitting on it. Arching a brow he stopped in his tracks and looked at the guy. It was clear he was not an inmate... and he was sitting in his chair, no less. “hello, i’m dr lytell. can i help you with anything?” He laughed. Not the normal chuckle that comes with amusement, but the laugh of the sadist he usually was. By the looks of it... this so called doctor had no idea what he was dealing with. He let his food fall with a bit of a clatter on the table and leaned closer as though inspecting the man and deciding whether to toss him off the chair or talk...

Lucky for the doc he chose the later, "Not that you would know... seeing as you are there but that is MY spot... doc." his baritone voice was low and filled with a mix between amusement and annoyance at the man.

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TAGSlocatedhere - [/color] Dr. Oliver Lytell
LYRICSareby - [/color] Death Trend Setta by Crossfade
CREDITgoesto - [/color] the lovely JILLIEE at CAUTION 2.0
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of course oliver had heard the loud bang of the door a few minutes before. but it happened so much in the hospital that he didn’t notice it anymore. it was kind of a regular occurrence, to hear loud, strange or frightening noises here. he barely even looked up at the sound, but he knew the person who had created it was the person standing in front of him right now, due to the odd silence that filled the room. oliver’s smile dropped slightly as he had to crane his neck to get a look at the man, who was extremely tall. he definitely wasn’t a guard. in fact, this was probably the patient that was always talked about around here. he couldn’t recall his name, but he fit the description perfectly to the ones the other staff always mentioned. tall, sandy haired, and with an expression of maniac amusement permanently etched onto his features. check, check, check, he thought to himself as he studied the standing man for a moment, hoping the stories that went along with the descriptions weren’t true.

he snapped out of his thoughts quickly, his smile reappearing as he tried to block out the sound of annoyance in the man’s voice. “but the place is empty. surely you can’t find another seat…?” he didn’t see how that could be a problem. the cafeteria was practically empty, and here the man was, wanting to take the one seat he occupied. it didn’t make sense. but he was in a mental hospital, he supposed to himself. not much ever made sense in here. he could feel the guy’s eyes burning holes in him, and he sighed slightly, pushing his clipboard and sandwich across the table. “…never mind, you can have your seat. you might want to think of picking a different seat next time, though. broadening your horizons.“ oliver felt a bit uneasy as he passed the patient. of course, that was expected, seeing as he only came up to his shoulders, which was quite a surprise, seeing as oliver was usually the tallest person around. and it didn’t help that this guy looked like he could crush him with his bare hands.

oliver sat down on the seat, feeling a little stupid. he was meant to be a professional, part of the staff. and here he was, intimidated by a patient, being his complete pushover self again. he picked at his sandwich again, not feeling very hungry anymore. well, he never felt very hungry, but if he stopped eating again he’d end up back as a patient very easily. and that definitely wouldn’t be any fun. “so, you’re a patient here? what’s your name? maybe I have you next for group therapy. it’s the level twos. rowdy bunch. no offence, if you’re a level two. i just figured, you couldn’t really be a doctor.. i mean, i haven’t seen you around the staff room and you’re wearing patients uniform…” he said, shifting in his seat, feeling extremely stupid now. oliver tended to ramble on awkwardly about anything and everything until somebody managed to shut him up.

“the food is awful here, isn’t it? they don’t even have semi skimmed milk for my tea, can you believe it? its just not the same without the right kind of milk…” he trailed off awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. there was no denying people made him nervous, but this guy seemed to have a natural talent for it, and he wasn’t even saying anything. there was just something about him that made oliver uneasy, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. maybe it was the way everyone went silent when the guy entered the room, or the fact that he just expected oliver to listen to him and get up as soon as he mentioned it was his seat. or maybe it was the fact that he was just plain scary looking. it was probably a mixture of all three, he thought to himself.

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[jack]

"the waves that you made, push me, push me

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SO I'LL PLAY GOD NOW AND BLOW YOU, BLOW YOU AWAY![/color][/font]
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He was quite aware of the stares and looks he got. Aware of the fact that should anyone wish he'd be sedated faster than you can say boo! But he was also blatantly aware that he never went down without a laugh and a fight. His eyes shifted momentarily around the room, not scanning for an exit but more so for guards. He never liked them and they didn't like him right back. He had more than a few old bruises and scars to prove their dislike of each other. Then again it was always his fault, he liked to push them and he enjoyed when they went over the edge. In fact, quite a few of them had ended up in the ward or in another place because of him. It was as though his presence made them twitch...

Anyway getting back towards the present he continued to stare down the doc before him. His face showed amusement as well as the promise of violence should he not move.“but the place is empty. surely you can’t find another seat…?” His words were not ignored but the amusement began to fade from his features. His food was already on the table but now so was a fist, slammed slightly on it as well. “…never mind, you can have your seat. you might want to think of picking a different seat next time, though. broadening your horizons.“ Was that a come back... he thought the smile widening once again as he decided to not sit in the chair the doc was formerly occupying but rather the one next to it. His feet lifted off the floor and on the former's chair seat.

Once more the amusement fell on his features, Jack then placed his arms behind his head and continued eying the good doctor, it seemed as though he wasn't blinking just staring the man down and watching him sweat. Some people just didn't need many words to get the adrenaline pumping, from what he'd witnessed in the past. The man was no longer hungry, which made Jack's grin widen before shrugging his shoulders, reaching for his bottle of water and having a nice long gulp. His eyes now on the ceiling in utter contempt. “so, you’re a patient here? what’s your name? maybe I have you next for group therapy. it’s the level twos. rowdy bunch. no offense, if you’re a level two. i just figured, you couldn’t really be a doctor.. i mean, i haven’t seen you around the staff room and you’re wearing patients uniform…”

He was ranting now... oh this would be too easy... he thought to himself letting it sink in as he returned the now almost empty bottle to the table and wiped his lips. Placing an arm on the table he took his feet down and leaned closer. He never yelled, it was not his style so Jack merely spoke. "If you think they are a rowdy bunch... I wonder what you make of us lever Three's..." He kept his eyes one the man, an sudden movements or twitches that he found. He could tell by the constant shifting he had to be nervous, but why... not that Jack minded that he was making a 'doctor' nervous but the fact that guards were always ready to pounce should give him some false sense of security. should it not?

“the food is awful here, isn’t it? they don’t even have semi skimmed milk for my tea, can you believe it? its just not the same without the right kind of milk…” Change of subject doesn't fly well with me bub... he thought with a slight move of the head. "You act more like one of those level twos than an actual doc should..." he added pointing a finger at the man but letting his eyes stare off to the ceiling, as if he was quietly contemplating his next move.

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TAGSlocatedhere - [/color] Dr. Oliver Lytell
LYRICSareby - [/color] Death Trend Setta by Crossfade
CREDITgoesto - [/color] the lovely JILLIEE at CAUTION 2.0
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the loud bang of the fist on the table narly made him jump out of his skin. he was frightened of the man, to say the least. oliver was frightened of most people here, and always had been, but there was something about this guy that made his skin crawl. maybe the fact that he looked like he was getting some sort of sick pleasure out of watching oliver squirm. it freaked him out a bit. oliver didn't quite understand why, after he had made the effort to move seats for the man, who clearly wasn't the friendliest, he didn't even take it. he was odd, to say the least. sure, they were all crazy, the doctors included, but this man seemed worse than most. oliver could tell that he didn't like doctors, didn't like authority, and the feelings were mutual, judging from some of the dirty looks that the nearby security guards were shooting him.

"ah.. you're a level t-three, then. i suspected as much, f-from the looks the guards are giving you." he said shakily, tripping over a couple of his words, mentally kicking himself for letting his weakness show. it was ridiculous the kind of affect some people had on him, and they didn't even need to say anything. he decided to be a bit braver, and show the guy that he wasn't having any type of affect on him, despite the fact that he quite clearly was. "i knew you were crazy from the second you walked in here. its funny how you can tell from just looking at someone, isn't it?" he smiled sunnily at him, taking another bite of his sandwich to show the man that he wasn't scared of him.

it was always somewhat of a challenge when he took a bite of anything, and even more to swallow. he literally had to force himself, and if you looked hard enough, you could almost see the inner conflict in oliver's mind as to whether he should spit it out or not. it was ironic, because the thing that he had always thought made him strong, having the willpower to deny food; had ultimately been his downfall, made him weak. and now, all he would have to do is force the food down his throat, and he could make himself feel normal, like everyone else in the world. he wasn't one of the lunatics. he was better than that.

he froze at the patient's observation, putting his sandwich back down onto the plate and staring at his hands. was he really that transparent? that this man, who he'd met only a couple of minutes ago was able to figure him out already? oliver wore his heart on his sleeve, that was true. he wore his heart, his nerves, his cowerdice, his bravery, you name it; he wore it all on the cotton lining of his sleeve. "yes, well, i'm not a level two, i'm a doctor. i'm not a complete fuck up like the rest of you." he said quietly, still looking at his hands, trying to concentrate on his bitten nails rather than look at the man.

"anyways, why is it any of your buisness? do you just find it your responsibility to be the biggest dick around? cause you're definately winning that award, you prick." he knew that the guy wouldn't be pleased with what he was saying, but oliver was too far gone to stop already. this was not how he wanted to spend his lunch, forcing a sandwich down while being scrutinised by a mental patient. it was not how it was supposed to go. he didn't care if he didn't sound professional. this guy was annoying him, and frightening him at the same time, and he didn't like the combination, not one bit. "and stop fucking watching me like that, you're creeping me out."

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