[A door opens, and a barefooted figure goes flying through, tearing down one hallway which will come to an abrupt dead end. Whoever was just running down that hall was tearing it up fast enough that they just might have hit the wall dead-on
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Moves after him, more stunned than worried. When she comes upon him in the corner she doesn't hesitate. Crouches down next to him.] Allen... Allen, it's alright.
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No, please don't. No.
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Hey, you okay, Allen? You're acting like Death himself is after you.
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Still, the voice is familiar. Y-you're the redhead that helped me find a room. He shudders.]
I-I'm back here again?
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Screw Death chasing you, you look like you barely escaped him. What the hell happened? [Why are you in a straight jacket? D:]
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... they said I move too much.
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Frowns and walks over to Allen]
Allen, relax. Nothin's gonna get'cha.
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G-go away.
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I'm back here again?
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hadn't this sight - the state of whoever this was, scared out of his mind and possibly 'insane' - been one of the things he was afraid of most growing up?
he takes a slow step forward, and then another, and the next thing he knows Allen is at the other teens side, fumbling with the latches and ties and buckles on the straight jacket, though his fingers won't steady properly.]
Hold still. Hold still.
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In the darkness of the alcove, he's not entirely sure who it is tugging at the latches and buckles on the coat, but he knows he doesn't like it. He thrashes a little more, at least until Allen talks, and he quickly stills. Y-you're letting me out? :|?]
... I-I'm back here again?
[Voice is thick and soupy, obviously the kid is on something else, something that isn't reacting very well with him. He sways a little in his spot, letting the other tug at the buckles.]
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it's actually a relief when the other does. he's not sure how he'd handle someone really and truly insane. but yes, yes I am. :/ you look too much like my nightmares to leave like this. just don't make me regret it by stabbing me later or something.]
...the dressing room? Yes, you are. [his fingers keep shaking though, and he has to stop for a few seconds to try and steady them before starting up again - and, after a few moments, the last of the buckles comes undone.]
What do they have you on?
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D-didn't think... I'd want to be back here. Ever.
[He shivers and coughs - almost dry-heaving really, and sways a little more in his place as he mumbles off a small list; most of it is stuff that probably hasn't been used in the last three or four decades (according to Allen's time) and would probably be frowned upon in the modern age of medicine; between the depressants, anti-psychotics, and painkillers. Just... have a blank stare?]
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Wh-what are you doing?!
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I-I'm back here again?
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