WAITING FOR MY (OPEN) *CHANCE !

[amberide]

there's still hope
even if it's
invisible

Dakota sat lamely in her metal chair . she'd recieved detention for smoking weed in the furnace room . they'd gotten an 'anonymous tip' about smoke drafting into someone's air vent , which happened to be above the furnace room , but dakota didn't have to be a genuis to realize it was one of the prissy level ones who'd told on her . they didn't like her much , but she didn't blame them . if dakota was just another patient at the asylum , she wouldn't like her much either . but , the worst part was , they'd taken the weed away from her . that was at least a baggie full , she was content , and she'd spent her last bit of extra change to get it . now , she was broke , and weedless , and she was pretty positive they didn't take refunds . let's just say , she knew a guy who knew a guy that lived by the asylum , and that guy knew a guy that supplied weed . on second thought , it was a pretty easy transition .

the detention room was so boring . everything was metal , probably because before , when everything had been plastic , the students always ended up braking the chairs , one even broke the chair into sharp chards , and cut themselves . the detention room was helpful , in bad ways . so i guess it was about time the asylum staff did something . it was starting to get bad . you'd have five patients in here at a time braking chairs over eachothers heads . but right now, dakota was the only one . in her little metal chair , staring blankley at the wall , thinking . she only had 3 hours left , her 24 hour lock-up had surrendered her thirsty , hungry , and with a full bladder . boredom had recently taken over which explained the dent marks in the wall . dakota was thinking about taking up soccer , her kicks proved tough .

kota couldn't possibly believe out of all the trouble-makers at alkaline , she was the only one in the detention room , she found herself growing bored of this entire asylum . her bitch of a brother that submitted her had to understand it wasn't her fault . she wasn't anorexic , was she ? and smoking , well , hell , he does it too ! how unfair was that ? very . i thought so too . oh great ! no dakota was talking to herself . had she completely gone off the deep end ? really , she was in here for anorexia and drug addictiom , but would she leave hearing voices , and seeing people ? well , i guess only time would tell .

dakota absentmindedly tapped her converse against the linoleum floor . her mind was somewhere else . wandering to her past , and reminiscing about the good 'ol days before everything got all fucked up . there wasn't much she could do to change it , but she wanted , more then anything , for this all to be a dream , and when she opened her eyes , her life would be back to normal . flip right-side-up , and for the sun to finally come out on this never ending storm . kota had no friends here , so that didn't make matters easier , back at home she'd had plenty . although she's always been a bit of a bitch , she was more of one now then she'd used to be . i think that dissapointed jacob a bit , seeing as everytime he's tried to call her at the asylum , she 'ignored' his calls , and pretended she never got the many messages the nurses repeatedly struggle to tell her . she didn't mind the quiet , it sort of helped . an hour had gone by just thinking about jacob . two hours left and cody'd be gone . but then , the door opened . "go on , get in there . you've strongly dissapointed us . and you've disrespected me , yourself , and this very asylum . now go sit down by dakota ." kota cringed at the full name usage .

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notes: sorry , this post suckedd .
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[dave]

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WELL NOW REALLY, THIS TIME THEY WERE JUST OVER-REACTING. sure, dave had a bit of a reputation with being restless, but every member of staff in this god forsaken place knew he needed a good three hours in the gym every day to get rid of that excess energy of his. if he didn't get rid of all that pent-up agitation through exercise, it was inevitable he would find another release, one the staff generally didn't approve of. seemingly, however, this newfound little runt of a 'guard' hadn't been informed of such and refused dave entry to the gym, on account of his being a level three patient. if that wasn't intentional discrimination, then dave vowed to rip off one of his toenails (sure, that wouldn't have helped his mental case, but it would've proven a point).

as a result of being forbidden from the gym, it was perfectly reasonable that he had instead gone off to find another way to preoccupy his time and loosen up his muscles. it had been the sight of his current therapist, dr. lou, that had inspired him of such genius. yesterday, he'd been putting a lot of emphasis on dave's 'progress', more specifically his ability to overcome his 'desparate cravings for company and attention' and his 'over-active imagination and libido'. in an 'imaginative way' to rectify all of these areas and at the same time rebel against the 'powers that be', dave had gone to the common room, stripped, proceeded to make an attempt in hugging everybody present (whilst naked) and, when the guards finally sandwiched him to drag him away, he gave each one a big smooch on the lips.

needless to say, they weren't pleased. after forcing him to put back on his jeans, there'd been a quick sit-down with dr. lou, who'd lectured him, sentenced him to an "undecided period" in detention and then sent him on his merry little way. and he was merry, despite the punishment, because dr. lou had promised to speak with that fuckwit at the gym. dave knew full and well that most therapists probably wouldn't even bother, would tell the patient such and then just forget about it, but in those big brown puppy dog eyes of lou's, dave just knew his wishes would be fulfilled. might not do much good, but he'd give them brownie points for trying. besides, he was sure they wouldn't want another nekkid dave situation on their hands.

accompanied by lou, he was escorted by one of the more clued-in guards to the detention room. as the guard opened the door for him, dave curtsied in thanks when dr. lou placed a hand on his still-bare shoulder. after being cast a look of curiosity, suspicion and mostly warning, the good doctor thought better of his actions, let go and instead gave his best impression of dave's high school principal by waving his finger about instead.

"go on, get in there." he did, without hesitation, grinning like an idiot as the good doctor continued. "you've strongly disappointed us. and you've disrespected me, yourself, and this very asylum. now go sit down by dakota."

dave did as he was told, offering a mock salute as he went and sat by the only other person in the room, who he figured to be dakota. he paid little attention to her at first, still grinning stupidly at his therapist. "just doin' what i do best, doc. makin' a point and all, y'know? i need my exercise and i need my sense of self-worth. all that mumbo-jumbo you said yesterday really struck deep within me--" he held his clenched fist to his breast, sniffling mockingly, "--and i just couldn't bear to let you think i hadn't taken it to heart. plus that little fuckwit's fuckwittery needed to be brought to your attention, for the good of my sanity."

the therapist left without another word, clearly attempting to remain professional aswell as keep what little of his pride he had left. dave let out something of a triumphant cackle as he left and then lounged back in the chair, resting his head back in his hands. he jumped for just a moment when his bare back met the cold metal but then his attention became fully focused on dakota. like most of the other patients 'round here, she looked a lot younger than dave, half his age even, but that was okay because he tended to act like someone even younger than that a lot of the time.

he offered her a large smile, crossing his legs beneath the shoddy little metal table in front of his chair. "'slike being back at school again, ain't it? 'spose the big difference is that what you'd get a smack on the wrist for in school, you get thrown into a cold metal room for here." he sniffled again, this time out of habit more than necessity or mockery. he stared at a spot on the wall for a moment, as though in a trance, before looking at dakota again. "then again you're probably still in school right? i bet i'm right. you look young. like, way young. i mean, i know i'm old for all this kinda stuff, or at least, that's what some of the kids 'round here have been telling me, but.. you seem awful young for it too. then again, insanity doesn't have an age to this lot i'm sure, annnd--"

dave tended to speak a lot faster than normal people, aswell as ramble, but he never noticed he was doing it until people started to give him weird looks because they had no clue what he was going on about. in fact, he often tended to forget himself just what he was ranting about. such happened now, as he somehow veered onto talking about that mark on the wall he'd been staring at. "--can't even be bothered cleaning the place up, i mean, look at the fuckin' dents in the wall and everything! ooh, i bet that's from a fight or something. there's always fights in here, ain't there? not whenever i'm here, which is just annoying, but i guess it's good you lot respect your elders, eh?"

good for dakota she was out in only two hours. pity for her she wasn't out already though.

word count. 1080.
appearance. one. two. hair. ('cause you can never have enough topless rdj. xD)
notes. whoaaa, that turned out long. xD myy bad. for your sake (and mine come next post), let's just pretend it's only half that, eh? xD next one should be shorter. :)
p.s. forgive dave and his rambling. his mind and mouth act as one and his mind never tends to shut up. :)
p.p.s. think you posted this in the bathrooms 'stead of the detention rooms, but no harm. xD