Madness is a refuge for the sane *OTA*

[time_schizo]

A methodical hand took the small white pills and dropped them into the toilet. With a loud Flush!, he watched them vanish, then sat there on the cold tile floor, head sunken down between his hands. He was in a nice small enclosed area, just the kind of environment he needed to think. The trouble was Martini didn't want to think, not anymore.

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[time_schizo]

Seeing the empty orange container of pills on the floor, which had somehow survived his freak out, his foot connected solidly with it, sending it skittering off. Its path was halted as it smacked off of Jeanne-Marie's foot. When she spoke up, he reached his hand up to try and undo the lock. But his coordination seemed to have deserted him without his medication to help stabilize his mind.

Focusing on the door only, he ticked time away until the hinges and lock had rusted through. It was simple enough to just shove the door open, where it swung crazily back and forth, hinges threatening to give way. Sadly for Aurora's imagination, Martini was fully clothed, aside from not having any shoes or socks on. He'd taken them off somewhere and then forgotten where he'd put them.

Martini looked like an utter mess. Both his hair and face were unwashed and his clothes were rumpled as if he had been wearing them for several days. His eyes, usually far away, distracted, but still alert, were now completely turned inward, dwelling inside his mind and completely uncaring about the world around him.

[inthenightskies]

The empty orange pill pot has Jeanne-Marie reaching for her pocket, checking that her own pill pot, the one she carries on her all the time, is still there. It is and she seeks comfort in curling her fingers around the brittle plastic as she inches her way into the bathroom. She bends down, grabbing the pill pot and turning it over trying to decipher the well worn label.

So much for it being nothing huh?

Jeanne-Marie doesn't respond to Aurora's comment, instead she shushes her in her head, back pressed against the tiled wall as the buckled toilet door finally swings open. Having spent time in a mental hospital Jeanne-Marie and Aurora are accustom to the oddities that come with having certain diseases, she's seen people catatonic, women who rock back and forth in the same spot for hours and those who will not stop screaming. Not to mention those who were fine one minute and the next were almost climbing the walls. They were dark days at first but Jeanne-Marie and Aurora had gotten through them, learnt how to deal with it all, so being confronted by the disheveled mess that is Martini doesn't scare them.

I think we've stumbled into a party for one don't you JM?

"C'est vraiment de ta faute." Jeanne-Marie mutters under her breath, directing the comment at Aurora who just huffs in response, hair flicked over her shoulder and offering no other form of support. That said Jeanne-Marie knows that if things get out of hand Aurora will take control of the situation. She tries to remember what the nurses and therapists had done back in Canada, choosing to not approach the other guy as she wasn't sure what his powers were. "I hate taking tablets too, you know the way that they can get stuck in your throat? Feels like you're swallowing a lump of rock or coal. Is this your pot? Did you want it back or should I keep it safe for you?"

Why is it that all the handsome ones are either crazy, gay or taken. I mean, crazy isn't that much of a barrier for us now is it JM and he's mighty pretty.