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Friday - June 12th, 2015
Who: James and Raquel
When: Friday at Noon
Where: Rec Room
What: WTF is Raquel doing at Midian?
Rated: Language for sure
James was not happy. His week had been going so well and then this happened. His sister was here, at Midian, as a patient. How had that happened? He had thought she was smarter than that. It just pissed him off to think about it. This was their father's fault. All of this was their father's fault. And again James found himself fixating on his father. They had no idea where the man was. They had no idea if he was even alive or dead. But James wanted nothing more than to fucking kill him, to rip him apart limb from limb with his bare fucking hands.
And these were the thoughts that were going through his head as he sat perched on the edge of a chair in the rec room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a nondescript white t-shirt, rocking back and forth, waiting for Rocky to show up. He looked on edge. He looked completely fucking insane. And he only made it worse when that one lunatic, Cecilia whatever her name was, came up to try to talk to him and he growled at her, causing her to screech and little and then run away, pouting as she glared at him from afar.
When: Friday at Noon
Where: Rec Room
What: WTF is Raquel doing at Midian?
Rated: Language for sure
James was not happy. His week had been going so well and then this happened. His sister was here, at Midian, as a patient. How had that happened? He had thought she was smarter than that. It just pissed him off to think about it. This was their father's fault. All of this was their father's fault. And again James found himself fixating on his father. They had no idea where the man was. They had no idea if he was even alive or dead. But James wanted nothing more than to fucking kill him, to rip him apart limb from limb with his bare fucking hands.
And these were the thoughts that were going through his head as he sat perched on the edge of a chair in the rec room, dressed in a pair of jeans and a nondescript white t-shirt, rocking back and forth, waiting for Rocky to show up. He looked on edge. He looked completely fucking insane. And he only made it worse when that one lunatic, Cecilia whatever her name was, came up to try to talk to him and he growled at her, causing her to screech and little and then run away, pouting as she glared at him from afar.
