[Thread - complete!] His loyal subject.
Who: Larxene [larandorder] and Belphegor [principe-cieco]
Where: The Asylum.
When: Noon.
Summary: Laying low has a notorious downside: it's about as fun and stimulating as staring into a wall for thirty-six hours, which is basically what Larxene has been up to. Luckily for her, a certain person of royal descent pays his humble subject a visit.
Rating: PG. Probably. Maybe PG-13 at worst.
Other: UMM no. :D
Let’s face it; the asylum wasn’t too bad. Compare it to an everyday life of being chased, hounded around and trying to ascend to the levels of long gone glory she had before a certain little incident and you’d see why she put up with this punishment as well as she did. The fact that the staff, which numbered way too few to deal with the recent influx of patients, barely had the time to bother with her thanks to a few certain troublemakers was another plus in the corner as far as she was concerned.
But that said, it wasn’t exactly a vacation either. Being stuck in a purgatory would be a significantly more appropriate metaphor for her situation. She was, after all, locked up in a place full of useless gibbering morons knocked up on sedatives for the better part of the days. And to be perfectly honest, if she didn’t have problems before she was admitted here it would only be a matter of time before boredom-induced frustration finally drove her mad. Nothing to read, nothing (of value) to do and no one to talk to (with the exception of obnoxious fools, of course) over the last three days. To cut to the point: it was starting to drive her mad.
So there she was, laying on her bed in her white scrubs, staring into the ceiling and trying to make time go by. It was easier said than done, mildly put.
Where: The Asylum.
When: Noon.
Summary: Laying low has a notorious downside: it's about as fun and stimulating as staring into a wall for thirty-six hours, which is basically what Larxene has been up to. Luckily for her, a certain person of royal descent pays his humble subject a visit.
Rating: PG. Probably. Maybe PG-13 at worst.
Other: UMM no. :D
Let’s face it; the asylum wasn’t too bad. Compare it to an everyday life of being chased, hounded around and trying to ascend to the levels of long gone glory she had before a certain little incident and you’d see why she put up with this punishment as well as she did. The fact that the staff, which numbered way too few to deal with the recent influx of patients, barely had the time to bother with her thanks to a few certain troublemakers was another plus in the corner as far as she was concerned.
But that said, it wasn’t exactly a vacation either. Being stuck in a purgatory would be a significantly more appropriate metaphor for her situation. She was, after all, locked up in a place full of useless gibbering morons knocked up on sedatives for the better part of the days. And to be perfectly honest, if she didn’t have problems before she was admitted here it would only be a matter of time before boredom-induced frustration finally drove her mad. Nothing to read, nothing (of value) to do and no one to talk to (with the exception of obnoxious fools, of course) over the last three days. To cut to the point: it was starting to drive her mad.
So there she was, laying on her bed in her white scrubs, staring into the ceiling and trying to make time go by. It was easier said than done, mildly put.