Lisa Rowe, you crazy bitch.

[lifer_like_me]

Having been locked away in isolation begins to drive one a bit crazy after a long while, and Lisa was already unsettled enough. Not only had her best friend, or someone she considered to be so, called her soulless, but now she’d left her alone in this place. This rotten to the core hell hole run by the ever snide black nurse-maid, and she just

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[beautifullygood]

"You look just as lost as I felt," Aaron smiles, gently, reassuringly at Lisa. He knows exactly how it feels to stumble into this place, confused and frightened and not having any idea where you are.

"I'm Aaron Davis," he offers, stepping closer to her carefully. "I promise you're not crazy, this place really exists."

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa's back stiffens and her eyes shoot over to Aaron, watching him suspiciously. Then she laughs a hollow laugh, and her smile certainly doesn't reach her eyes, "I'm not? Well Dr. Dyke certainly has a /very/ different opinion."

"So what part of my mind did you come from, Aaron?" she approaches him slinkily, still in her white hospital gown, "Are you one of the guys from my /wonderful/ memories of the bus stop? Is this my subconscious trying to tell me that I've fucked my life over --- cause I know that already? Have I completely distroyed any hope of leaving this hospital? This fucking cell?"

[beautifullygood]

"The hospital?" The gown makes sense, in that case. "I'm not sure where you were before, but you're not there, now. And -- I'm real. I hope I am, anyway." He'd entertained the idea that he'd actually snapped, at some point during his own stay at the hospital, and this was all some crazy dream. But it had lasted much too long for any sort of hallucination.

"If it helps, I was committed, too. Though probably for a different reason than you were."

[lifer_like_me]

"Committed. I've been committed. For eight years. My best friend just left me, my parents never wanted me, I'm a fucking whore and now I'm in solitary confinement," she takes a step back away from him, "This place... it's got to be the drugs."

The more he tries to put it off as real, the most Lisa doubts her eyes. Hallucinations lie, and after the drugs, ex-junkie that she was, she didn't doubt that this might be a flashback, "The world just doesn't change like that. It's not possible-- VALERIE!!! HEY, VAL!" She looks up at the ceiling, turning in a circle, "LET ME OUT OF HERE..."

[notuptomygenes]

A girl slightly younger than Lisa looks up at the comment and shrugs. "Just lost is more like it, but it's a pretty nice place all the same." She smooths out her black skirt as she stands and goes over toward Lisa. "Hi, I'm Shilo."

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa jumps back from Shilo, looking like a scared cat, "You're-- you're not real." Hallucinations. That's what this had to be. One -hell- of a hallucination.

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo stops and takes a startled half-step back, staring at the girl and trying to figure out what's going on and what this girl is talking about.. "...Uh, yeah, I am."

[lifer_like_me]

"No, you're not. You're only in my head. I can't be here. I'm in locked up in Claymore," she shakes her head, a slight smile crossing her face, "It's not possible that I could be here."

[amutantangel]

Shortly after she goes inside the sound of giant wings comes from the porch, and a tall blond man with no shirt and large, white wings arching up from his shoulderblades came through the door. He smiled at her as he mopped his face and neck with the towel around his shoulders. "Hello."

[lifer_like_me]

"Jesus Christ!" she shrieks, drawing away and pressing her back to the door, "I'm dead! Am I in heaven? Cause I don't want to... I'm too young to be dead." She reaches behind her, fumbling for the door knob.

[amutantangel]

"Huh? What?" He stares for a moment before it clicks and he almost laughs as he shakes his head. "Oh, no, you're not dead. Mutant," he clarifies, gesturing over his shoulder at the wings, "not angel."

[lifer_like_me]

"Mutant?" she stops and stares at him, "No fuckin' way! I'm totally tripping, then, because this is one /hell/ of a hallucination."

[laura_allablaze]

"Might seem like it, but you never know," Laura comments, gliding up to the new girl with a wry smile.

[lifer_like_me]

"You're not real. Back off," she sneers. Val had cut her nails again. She couldn't even scratch her way out of this one. "Don't you come near me."

[laura_allablaze]

She keeps a safe distance, but the reaction seems to do little more than amuse her. "I'm pretty sure I'm real, sweetheart."

[lifer_like_me]

"That's what they -aaaall- say, babyface," Lisa says, never letting her eyes off of her.

[p_p_p_pow]

"Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you're not downtown anymore." Tank Girl lights a cigarette, striking the match on her belt buckle. Taking a pensive drag, she regards the scraggly-haired blonde girl in front of her. "As for crazy, welcome to the club, little darling. You new here?"

[lifer_like_me]

Ohthankfuckinggod! "Can I have a..." she gestures at the cigarette, eyeing this new person who, speaking of crazy, seemed like she should be in a place like Claymore... or maybe something a little more intense.

[p_p_p_pow]

She realizes exactly what Lisa wants right away but lifts the cigarette up with wide eyes. "Have a what?" she asks. "Give me another word here. Have a... cat. Have a... bat. Come on, focus. Enunciate!"

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa's not really a good girl to taunt. "A cigarette," her voice is a bit harsher, "What the fuck do you /think/ I'm talking about?" Bitch. But she wanted one, so do what you gotta do, right?