Midian Asylum

Who: Fisher and Will
What: Caught in an unexpected moment
Where: Fisher's room
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG 13 probably


It was a rare morning where the ghosts weren't making Fisher crazy. Actually, the one guy in his bedroom was kind of entertaining. Fisher had been "cleaning" his room (meaning pushing his few personal items under the bed) when some random dead dude had wandered in and started babbling on about music and being dead and whatever it was ghosts babbled on about, and he was being ignored until a certain phrase caught Fisher's ear- My Chemical Romance. "Hey, you've got decent taste," Fisher credited him, crawling out from beneath the bed with the wiley well-concealed bag of vicotin. He popped three into his mouth, then tucked the bag back up beneath his mattress before his current guard dog returned from the bathroom.

( Best band EVER! )

Who: Zowie and Will
When: Friday Evening
Where: Will's room
What: A lesson in sex.
Rated: R, most likely.

Zowie made her way down the hall towards Will's room, a small smile on her face...it wasn't often that she got to teach someone older than her about sex, gay sex even. She sang softly as she passed the doors to the boy's rooms, Zowie decided to wear clothes to Will's room, she figured showing up in just one of Rez or Ric's shirts might throw him off. She wasn't supposed to be in the boy's dorm and if Nic found her it probably wouldn't be a good scene but since she hadn't found a girl to have sex with for him it really didn't matter right now.

The petite blond shifted the bag on her shoulder and smiled as she thought of the contents within. After tonight Will was going to know how to at least give a great blow job if nothing else, it would be embarassing to her if he didn't. She knocked on his door and waited for him to either open it or say it was okay to come in, Zowie liked it when people respected her privacy and she in turn respected others...sometimes.

Who: Dalyn and Will
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Will's room
What: Decorating
Rated: TBD

Dalyn had been scrounging all over the hospital in all it's storage rooms for a few pieces of furniture for Will's room. Once Riley said he could decorate it, Dalyn went to town, he bought paint and had it brought over on the boat, he grabbed a box of things he thought might be cool...but the main thing was the dressing table he had found buried under tons of discarded trash in the basement storage room. The blonde had spent all weekend cleaning it as best he could, along with painting Will's room; shockingly the piece hadn't been damaged that badly and the mirror was still in one piece. Technically Will wasn't supposed to have a mirror in his room but Riley told him that he would have to check everyday that no damage had come to the mirror or frame in case Will tried to break it to use it on himself.

The blond dragged it down the hall to Will's room, box of goodies on top. He knocked on the unlatched door and pulled the table in giving Will a huge grin. "Hey, I found this in the basement and I cleaned it up for you, made sure nothing was living in it. It will be perfect for storing your make up and getting ready in the morning," Dalyn bit his lip as he thought of the bottom drawer already full of new make up for Will, something else he had brought over on the boat.

Who: Riley and Will
When: Afternoon
Where: Riley's office.
What: Therapy session
Rating: TBD

Riley was cleaning up his office a bit, he had been a bit lazy in cleaning up after himself the last few days and he needed to make sure the office was more presentable for his patients. Rez didn't care so much but for the others he needed to get rid of the junk food wrappers and things.  He straightened up his books and put the piles of them on his desk back onto his shelves, straighten up his pictures and then made sure they were all two inches apart. Riley's ocd was showing. He snapped the elastic band around his wrist to get himself to stop obsessing about the photographs and continued cleaning up his office.

He refolded the blanket he kept on the back of the couch and pulled the pillows out from between the cushions where they were squished and set them back on the couch where they should be and then set his bowl of candy on his desk, for him and the patient and waited for the orderly to come by with Will. He hadn't really seen Will much yet so this would be good, he heard he had freaked out the other day and had been concerned for him since.

Who: James and Will
When: Afternoon
Where: Will's Room
What: James heard a rumor and went to check on the pretty boy.

James was in an exceptionally good mood today considering that he hadn't gotten that much sleep last night. But here lately, he had been remaining in a good mood, and that was probably due to one reason and one reason only; he had been getting laid. Before this past weekend, James hadn't had sex in over a year, since the last time he and his girlfriend had been together, long before he tried to kill her, and it was about time that that had changed. And changed it had. And thank God! He was starting to get unbearable he'd been so moody.

A stroll through the halls had led him to the common room where he had overheard a rumor. William had lost it a few days ago and Dalyn, the nurse that James had fucked earlier this week, had had to calm him down and take him off somewhere whilst the boy was screaming about God. That sounded... interesting. He wasn't really sure if he was concerned about it or just amused. Either way he'd decided to track the boy down and see what the deal was.

His mission to locate William had led him back to the Men's ward. Just down the way from his room, William's room would be found and the boy would be spotted sitting on his bed. James tapped on the door frame as he peered inside. "Hey there, pretty boy." He was probably one of the last people Will had expected to show up outside his room, ever.

Who: William and Dalyn
Where: The community room.
When: Late afternoon
What: who knows?
Rating: TBD

The community room... the place where all the freaks gathered to be freakish together. If William had seen One Flew Over The Cuckoo's nest he would believe he was living in the real life version right now. He was currently sat at a table glaring at the pieces on a chessboard. Plastic, everything was plastic. The pieces could blow over if you merely sighed. He was playing by himself, judging all the scenarios. He'd learnt to play with his father, years ago, but also learnt to deliberately lose. Whenever he'd won he'd been put in the vice but that had never stopped him from winning every so often...

A particularly rowdy crazy stumbled past and almost knocked the board flying. Growling Will snapped, "Watch where you're going!" and gave him an evil glare to send him on his way, ignoring anyone else who may interrupt his game. This was his board, his quiet time.

Who: James and Will
When: Dinner Time
Where: The Dining Room
What: James has anger management issues.

Six months. That was how long James McCafferty had been here, how long he had been eating this bland ass food, how long he had been listening to these idiots blathering on, how long he had been dealing with communal showers and horrible linens and sleepless nights. Six months. Six months too fucking long. And as he sat at the table in the dining room, his scowl only seemed to grow more and more with each passing second, each bite of food he pushed aside, each person that passed him on their way to their table.

"Fuck!" He finally growled, shoving the tray away from him and causing it to slam into the tray of the person sitting across from him. They glared at him but all he had to do was give them that look and they were getting up and scurrying off to find somewhere else to sit. That was right. Six months and he already had it like that. All the people that were tenured here had more than enough sense to keep away from him. He was volatile at his very best, and a danger to himself and everyone around him at his worst.

"I can't believe they get by with calling this shit fucking food!" He was pissed, but he would probably end up eating it. He didn't want to go hungry, after all. But for now, he was just going to sit there with his arms crossed over his chest, staring off at nothing, his jaw set with a scowl as the clatter of the diners around him raged on.