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Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 30, 2014 17:59:14 GMT -5
Bailey was still in her Christmas gear, but at this point she was seated at the lobby around three in the afternoon. She'd been doing this on the daily since she was allowed out of her room. She had an old tupperwear container in front of her that was filled with several things from crumbled bills to change to wads of paper with encouragements. She sang so often as a child, it was easy to pick up lyrics, and even easier to pick up a rhythm.
"...You and me, we've got two minds that think as one And our hearts, they march to the same beat
They say everything, it happens for a reason You can be flawed enough, but perfect for a person-"
She patted out a beat on the chair she was seated in, her voice low and melodic, but as rough as ever. It would be weird for anyone she'd know to see her so powerfully singing, even though she was such a confident person. Nobody really expected anything extravagent out of her. She cleared her throat, about to gnaw on her lip, but then she remembered she had more lines to sing. Really, she only did this for extra cash to keep a flow coming in that'd keep her from having to go back to her parents. Parent. Singular.
"Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart Guiding your direction when you're riding through the dark..."
What was weirder - that she was singing, or that she was singing a love song? If anyone I know sees me doing this, ughh.
Her voice rose, and she knew she'd pick up people's attention. "Ohhh, it's you and me-ee.." Her voice almost faded out altogether by the last syllable, it was such a whisper. She smiled like the lobby's people were her audience in a big stadium and she was a popular artist. Everybody liked a smile. It makes them wanna give you money, at least.
A few more people dumped cash into the container as a parting gift and smiled. Some of them had faces that said: "Why are you here? Are you dying? What's wrong with you?" It almost made her feel bad for accepting the money. She wasn't really sick.
"Thank you," She said softly to the small horde, flashing another cheesy smile. Fuck, what do I sing now? Christmas music? Do I know any Christmas songs?
She had an eerie feeling that someone she knew had seen her display. She felt eyes on her. She looked around the huge lobby slowly, red lips pursed. This would be ten thousand times easier if I had a guitar.
(The song was You + Me by Alecia Moore and Dallas Green, by the way)
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2014 21:25:36 GMT -5 by Bailey Henneth
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Post by Aiden Stark on Nov 30, 2014 22:48:42 GMT -5
Wandering around the hospital wasn't exactly interesting, but it beat sitting around in a room with a boy who had severe OCD. Aiden found himself in the lobby, where he spotted a familiar blonde sitting alone and singing a song that he didn't recognize. He was slightly surprised when he noticed people dropping money into the container she was holding. What is this, a charity event? he thought to himself. After Bailey appeared to be done with her song, Aiden decided to approach her.
He'd ditched their little coffee date, but she didn't seem all that interested in it anyways. Aiden wasn't one to date. He just liked sex. But because of that, he wasn't going to give up on Bailey just yet. She didn't seem like the kind of girl that would be against a one night stand. Then again, Aiden had serious trouble getting a read on the girl. She was confusing, but he liked that about her. He always left her guessing. "Hey," Aiden said, his typical smirk settling into place. "You have a lovely voice." He pulled out a quarter and dropped it into the tupperware, winking as it clunked to the bottom of the container.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 30, 2014 23:04:31 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes and groaned as a familiar figure approached. But then he smiled and didn't make a wise crack, so she relaxed, but kept her gaze subfreezing as she watched him. "And you have a lovely way of appearing out of thin air." I wonder if he showed up for the coffee date. I wasn't allowed out, so-
Shut up. Yeesh.
"Thanks." She said thinly. "I kind of need the money. This isn't an ego boost on my end or anything. Obviously." Bailey explained, the intensity of her gaze not faltering even as she began to relax. "Hi," She finally said, way out of context. She didn't want him asking questions. "Can you, like, pretend you didn't see me here?" She had to try. If he says no, just kiss him. God, no... fuck. What am I going to do? Tell him? Her mind whined. Thoughts were buzzing all around her head. "I have some secrets I need to keep." She said lightly, tossing in a smile.
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2014 23:06:30 GMT -5 by Bailey Henneth
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Post by Aiden Stark on Nov 30, 2014 23:18:28 GMT -5
A chuckle bubbled off Aiden's lips. "Secrets don't do well around here, darling," he said, sitting down in the chair next to her. "Here, there's no hiding who you are. Trust me, I've tried." Aiden was so used to acting like a completely different person depending on his current company, but now everyone knew about his so called "disorder". They could call him out on his tricks, and he hated it. Sure, some of them still bought into his acts, but most of them wouldn't trust him for a second. At least this girl seemed to trust him enough to keep her secrets for her. "Now, you can trust me. I'm not a rat or anything, but I am a naturally curious person. So spill." Was that rude? Aiden wasn't completely sure. It probably was, but there was no taking it back now.
Last Edit: Nov 30, 2014 23:18:38 GMT -5 by Aiden Stark
Post by Bailey Henneth on Nov 30, 2014 23:41:12 GMT -5
Bailey sat up straighter and shook her head. "I will get in so much trouble. I can't fuck this up. I need the money, and I can't have the nurses breathin' down my neck. And before you ask, no, it's not about drugs. Drugs aren't even my problem, though-" She wrung her fingers out, popping the bones.
"I'm in some serious shit, okay?" Her voice rose with anxiety and emotion. "My mom is in prison. For attempted murder-" She chewed on her thumb nail to stifle an upset wheeze. "She tried to kill my dad. And I'd have to go back to...him...once I get out of here. And I can't. It'll make things so much worse for my mom-" She exhaled shakily. "He'll keep hurting me to get back at her. So I'm not...going back. I'm leaving." Her gaze darted around, making sure nobody was nosing around.
Don't cry in front of him. I need to calm down.
She sniffed hard, clearing the aching feeling that came with crying before a single tear dropped. She didn't want to clarify, because that would make it so much worse. She'd already spilled too much. "I'm getting as far from this town as I can." I'm sixteen. This is shitty enough. He's just going to report me. I can't lose my cool.
For once, she didn't finish her statement with a smile.
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Post by Jessica Parks on Nov 30, 2014 23:47:09 GMT -5
Aiden bit his lip, unsure of how to react to this. Dealing with people when they were upset was not Aiden's forte since he couldn't relate to them at all. "I see. I won't tell anyone. Got nothing to gain from it, you know?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Where specifically do you want to go?" he asked out of pure curiosity and the hope that maybe talking about where she was going might make her less upset. But it also got Aiden thinking about what would happen when he got out of the hospital. Would he go back home? He hated home. His parents treated him like a two year old who was always breaking the rules, and he couldn't stand it. He wasn't to be on his own. Live by his own rules. But getting out would be an issue considering he was on high alert for the cops, and if he ran away he'd be completely screwed.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 1, 2014 0:04:59 GMT -5
"New York," She snorted, criss-crossing her legs, "Way cheesy, I know. I'll find something to do there. It doesn't have to be big. It just has to be better than this." She waved her arm around the lobby. "In the movies, they say it makes it that much harder if you run away with someone...but being lonely is awful. I could find someone along the way. Probs not a dealer. I think I'm done with that shit."
Talking about it like she had a plan made it way easier to cope with. "Hey. Come on, don't look so sad. You'll get frown lines." She reached over like she was going to take his hand, then thought better of it and retracted. She wasn't sure how he would take the gesture. He just wants to get in your pants or something. That'll just make him think you're coming onto him. You can't get close to people at this point, especially people like him. He's - not cruel. Not really. God, just shut up and focus on the conversation, Bailey! Her mind scolded its self. She'd never felt so tame. She would've been all over him before she was medicated, but now? Everything was so delicate and tense, and she had thousands of emotions to handle, besides hungry, high, and horny. Very seldom the latter.
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Post by Aiden Stark on Dec 1, 2014 20:59:04 GMT -5
Aiden smiled at Bailey. "You're interesting," he said, looking at her like she was a puzzle that he couldn't quite figure out. "You aren't afraid of seeming like a freak. I like that. Most girls are so obsessed with being accepted that they refuse to be who they really are." That's rich, coming from you, Aiden thought to himself. Aiden had created so many different personas for himself that he wasn't really sure if he actually had a real personality. He was whoever he needed to be to get what he wanted at the current moment. Right now, he was a troubled yet somewhat charming boy who acted as if he could look into people's souls. Someone who wasn't afraid to take a risk. Was that Bailey's type? Who knows. But Aiden suspected it would be.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 1, 2014 21:33:39 GMT -5
Bailey scoffed. "You are such a character. Who even are you? Like, I know sociopaths have feelings, but I didn't expect you to be so intense-" Her voice was tight, but she let go of the tension quickly. "That doesn't mean I don't like it. And it really doesn't mean that I don't know what you're known for." She leaned over, this time to jab him in the arm with her pointer finger.
"I'll keep you around for awhile." She blinked at him slowly. Until I'm gone. I kinda like him. Like...like. Kind of. Maybe. He's probably fucking with me.
Even though she'd dropped the subject, the mood hadn't changed. She was still swimming with uncertainty. He still knew, and they'd still bonded at some sort of level. She wasn't quite sure yet. He wasn't the only one working on a puzzle.
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Post by Aiden Stark on Dec 1, 2014 22:07:49 GMT -5
"And what exactly am I known for?" Aiden asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He obviously knew what she was referring to, but he figured he should hear from her just to be sure.
Aiden smiled again, then chuckled slightly. "That's good to hear. It's nice having someone around here who doesn't completely hate me." Aiden sat up in his chair more, looking around the room. There weren't many people in there, and the ones who were there were just minding their own business. It was awkwardly quiet other than Aiden and Bailey's voices, but he didn't mind. He liked being the center of attention more than anything in the world.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 1, 2014 22:16:36 GMT -5
Bailey rolled her eyes. She seemed to do that a lot. When she was happy. When she was irritated. When she was hungry. Not really that last one, but still - often. "You have sex with anything and everything here. Duh. What, do you get off on hearing me say it?" She cupped her hand over her mouth and doubled over to conceal her shocked giggle, the intricate bun in her hair tossing out thin wisps of baby hairs.
She was very seldom ever sexual in nature, especially with her humor.
I can't believe I just said that. "I can't believe I just said that." She echoed her thoughts, still doubled over, dizzy with fading laughter.
Last Edit: Dec 1, 2014 22:19:25 GMT -5 by Bailey Henneth
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Post by Aiden Stark on Dec 1, 2014 23:55:15 GMT -5
Aiden laughed right along with her. He wasn't afraid to make fun of himself every once in a while. "So, I have a reputation, huh? Well, if you want to get technical, I haven't actually had sex with anyone or anything in this whole place as of yet." Sure, he'd tried, but he hadn't found any takers yet. Bailey was the closest he'd gotten so far, and even she was starting to look like she was just playing him. But who could blame him, really? He was a sex addict who hadn't had any sex for weeks. It was easy to see why he would hit on anything with a pulse.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 2, 2014 16:34:17 GMT -5
Bailey perched her fist against her chin, turning her body toward him. "So humor me - where would you find condoms, firstly? And what if the girl thought your sex meant a relationship? And why? Is it even that good? I mean, not like I'm totally inexperienced - just not while sober. Another shitty decision on my end."
It wasn't that bad. Whatever. Another thing that drugs took from me. Same diff. It probably would've happened in a shitty way regardless.
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Post by Aiden Stark on Dec 2, 2014 20:43:14 GMT -5
Aiden sighed. "Well, condoms are pretty easy to find around here. The nurses like to act like we don't have sex here, but they all know we're wrong," he said. "And as for the relationship thing, I guess that's her problem. Or his, whatever. I don't really do relationships. It's just my nature, you know?" Aiden had faked a few relationships every now and then just for sex, but he liked getting down to business much better. Was Bailey looking for a relationship with him? He seriously hoped not. Not only was he basically incapable of having a legitimate relationship, but they would be a toxic couple. Two crazies don't make a sane.
Post by Bailey Henneth on Dec 2, 2014 21:09:30 GMT -5
Bailey nodded solemnly, pondering on what to ask next, or if she even had anything left to ask. "I don't do relationships either. I've tried, but it's usually so plain. There's nothin' there." She pulled at her fingernails to give herself something to do. I probably couldn't do a relationship. People are too needy.
She wondered what he was thinking. "You wanna sneak out for a little bit? Nobody's watching. The front desk is busy as fuck." It was doubtful they'd be caught, as rounds weren't for over another hour to ensure everybody was accounted for. "I've got money." She added helpfully.