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Jul 2, 2010 18:55:08 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 18:55:08 GMT -5
Clovis sipped at a glass of water. "I know the doctors, the nurses, the technicians, and you. And these...people...." Clovis said, going from the smiling chatterbox he'd been before to a brooding thing, "Are nothing to me." Damien raised a brow. "Why not?"
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Jul 6, 2010 17:19:18 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 6, 2010 17:19:18 GMT -5
Clovis shrugged fluidly. "They're crazy. And I'm not. I'm ultrasensitive. But I'm not crazy, Damien. REALLY." Clovis glared.
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Jul 6, 2010 17:31:10 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 6, 2010 17:31:10 GMT -5
"Oh god." Damien thought and sighed. So clovis was one of hose people that refused to accept that they had a problem, but he decided not to say anything about it. "Just because they're crazy doesn't mean you can't talk to them. They're people too." Damien said.
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Jul 6, 2010 17:44:48 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 6, 2010 17:44:48 GMT -5
Clovis studied him silently for a moment. "I think you'll find, Damien, that not all of them are. You'll find out indeed....it will take a while, but you'll learn." With that, Clovis elegantly rose and extended his hand. "Let's go. It's Social Hour."
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Jul 7, 2010 16:38:26 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 7, 2010 16:38:26 GMT -5
Damien took Clovis's hand and pulled himself up. "What do you mean, some of them aren't people? And what's social hour?" He waited for Clovis to answer as he followed him quietly.
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Jul 7, 2010 16:46:07 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 7, 2010 16:46:07 GMT -5
Clovis murmured, "You'll find out," as an answer seemingly for both questions, and pulled Damien through a set of large double doors into an astonishingly bland room. It was wide like a gymnasium, but the ceilings were very low, and there were chairs everywhere, as well as large windows-covered in iron bars, mind-that let the dying daylight in. Patients were everywhere, sitting at a game of chess, talking as they roamed around, watching a sitcom on one of the large flat-screen televisions mounted on the wall. It reminded Damien of what he'd heard airports were like. Clovis sighed beside him. "Now, go out and talk."
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Jul 7, 2010 16:56:11 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 7, 2010 16:56:11 GMT -5
Damien looked around the huge room. There were too many people in here. It made him uncomfortable. He could feel his hands getting clammy. He bit his lip and fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt. "Umm, could I stick with you?" He asked shifting closer to Clovis.
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Jul 7, 2010 17:21:29 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 7, 2010 17:21:29 GMT -5
Clovis smiled and began to strut like a peacock, fanning the back of his shirt out like an imaginary tail with his hands. "Sure, but I hope you like Scrabble." He responded smirkingly.
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Jul 7, 2010 17:24:55 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 7, 2010 17:24:55 GMT -5
ooc: DX idk how to play scrabble. what are the rules?
bic: Damien followed Clovis to a table heaped with board games. Clovis dug around and pulled out scrabble and walked back over to Damien. "Where should we sit?" Damien asked looking around.
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Jul 7, 2010 17:27:11 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 7, 2010 17:27:11 GMT -5
You make words on a little board with letters and get points, I think...IDON'TKNOWEITHERLOL.
Damien watched as Clovis tore the game from his hands and flung it on the floor viciously, scattering the pieces and chipping one corner of the board. "Right here!" He exclaimed happily.
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Jul 7, 2010 18:30:04 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 7, 2010 18:30:04 GMT -5
ooc: lol nice
bic: "Was that really necessary?" Damien asked as he sat on the floor and began to pick up the pieces.
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Jul 7, 2010 19:31:53 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 7, 2010 19:31:53 GMT -5
Clovis smiled nonchalantly. "Everything I do is neccessary."
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Jul 12, 2010 15:08:51 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 12, 2010 15:08:51 GMT -5
"I still don't see why that was necessary..."Damien thought, but he didn't say anything else as he picked up the pieces off the floor. He stood up once he was finished and bent backwards to stretch his back, "How do you even play this game?" He asked, just staring at the box.
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Jul 12, 2010 15:12:07 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 12, 2010 15:12:07 GMT -5
Clovis shrugged. "Make a word. Make a word off of a word I make. That I make off of another word. In a cycle. Or...." Clovis grinned. "We could play with the attendants."
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Jul 12, 2010 15:29:09 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 12, 2010 15:29:09 GMT -5
"umm, ok. Whatever you want to do." Damien said. What was with the grin on his face? It freaked him out a little.
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