All Night All I Hear
Who: Poniko and Tria
What: Let's do lunch and talk about being crazy
Where: Tria's office
When: Lunchtime, November 9
Warnings: Poniko being crazy, potential talk of triggery things like mental illness and arson. Will elaborate as things come up.
She wasn't sure if she should be here.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to.
There had always been so many doctors and nurses to tell her what to do. What pills to take, what to eat, what to think about and focus on. How are you feeling today? Good days, being allowed into the common rooms to draw and talk with other patients and play with the dollhouse. Bad days, strapped to her bed and half comatose.
The girl always there in her mind.
She had drifted since coming here. Moving like a stray cat from person to person, from Charlie to Charles to Eridan to Raimi, around in circles. And now this one. Tria. She seemed so nice. But there had been lots of nice nurses. The nurse he'd almost killed had been nice before that empty plastic smile became too much to bear.
She couldn't tell yet if Tria was plastic or not.
Dr. Takashi would want her to talk to someone, though. And she was hungry. Lunch would be good. Talking would be good.
She hoped Tria's office was well-lit.
What: Let's do lunch and talk about being crazy
Where: Tria's office
When: Lunchtime, November 9
Warnings: Poniko being crazy, potential talk of triggery things like mental illness and arson. Will elaborate as things come up.
She wasn't sure if she should be here.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to.
There had always been so many doctors and nurses to tell her what to do. What pills to take, what to eat, what to think about and focus on. How are you feeling today? Good days, being allowed into the common rooms to draw and talk with other patients and play with the dollhouse. Bad days, strapped to her bed and half comatose.
The girl always there in her mind.
She had drifted since coming here. Moving like a stray cat from person to person, from Charlie to Charles to Eridan to Raimi, around in circles. And now this one. Tria. She seemed so nice. But there had been lots of nice nurses. The nurse he'd almost killed had been nice before that empty plastic smile became too much to bear.
She couldn't tell yet if Tria was plastic or not.
Dr. Takashi would want her to talk to someone, though. And she was hungry. Lunch would be good. Talking would be good.
She hoped Tria's office was well-lit.