Midian Asylum

Who: Cissy and Nic
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Main Corridor
What: Cissy is out wandering the halls.
Rated: NSFW

The flowers that she had picked the night before were already dead. This made Cissy sad. She hated when things died. It reminded her of how mortal she herself was, how mortal everyone was, and made her think about the fact that she would die one day, and so would her papa. And thinking of him made her miss him so very much that she nearly wanted to cry about it, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. She hated the way that crying made her eyes all red and puffy.

But she was clearly not feeling herself today. This was apparent in her lackluster appearance. Her hair was left down and and it hadn't been brushed. This was apparent by the tangles that she had. And instead of wearing one of her usual pretty dresses, she had on nothing more than a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top with no shoes upon her feet, though that part was fairly usual. This, coupled with the frown upon her lips, easily gave way her mood as she wandered the halls, softly singing to herself, dead flowers in hand.

The song was a lullaby that she could remember her papa singing to her when she was just a child and she was sad, "Baby Mine". It was from the movie Dumbo. And as she softly sang the melancholy lyrics, she dropped petals from the withering flowers upon the floor, crushing them with her bare toes, oblivious to those around her.

Who: James and Fisher
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The Rec Room
What: James is trying to relax after a night spent on the floor.

The best thing about solitary confinement was that James actually got some sleep. There was no one yelling or screaming or banging into walls next to him. It was quiet, it was peaceful, and that part was great. The worst part, however, was the fact that they didn't even give you a bed. If you were lucky, which he hadn't been last night, you got a mattress on the floor. If you were unlucky, you just got the floor. And that had been the case for James last night after he'd pissed off the orderly enough to get moved to an entirely different ward for his confinement.

Because of the sleeping situation, coupled with the fact that he'd been thrown around like a rag doll during the fight in the cafeteria yesterday, his back was hurting today. And that was why, instead of being sociable (which he rarely was regardless) or spending his rec room time doing something that could be considered entertaining by some people, he was simply laying stretched out on one of the sofas with his arms folded behind his head, trying to relax his back as much as possible and ignore that nagging cut on his bottom lip that his tongue just couldn't seem to stay away from.