forum Not Broken, Just Bent. (Hospital/Asylum Soulmate RP)

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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Thorn thought for a second, "I had reddish brown eyes in all my baby pictures. I think around the time my sun allergy started rearing it's ugly red was the time they turned to this shade. So I suppose developed."

Kaz grinned at Vaughn. "Oh, how gentlemanly of you," he laughed before stepping inside. There were already a few people inside, probably lingering from the dinner rush earlier. Kaz slid into his usual booth towards the back, still smiling as he did so. Why was he smiling so much around Vaughn? And the oddest part was that he didn't understand why his smile was so real. Huh. Maybe being with friends did help a little

Vaughn sat down across from Kaz, shoulders slouched as he folded his hands. He kept his head lowered, glancing around warily at other. God, he hated being out in public. This building was a safer place, but he didn’t trust the people.

"Oh, okay. I mean I was just imagining like your parents staring down into the bright red eyes of their newborn infant," Lana said with a snort. "Not trying to be mean, but I'd be freaked out. At least at first."

Thorn snorted, "Now I would pay money to see that. My parents screaming because them, with their blue and brown eyes, had a red eyed kid."

Cas walked over to their booth, glaring at Kaz as he did so. "And what do you think you're doing out of the support group?" he huffed, folding his arms as he scowled at him. Kaz rolled his eyes.
"Come on man, he was asking us for our sob stories. Besides, Vaughn hadn't been out of that hellhole in forever and we felt like burgers." Cas sighed, reaching for a small notepad and a pen.
"Okay, whatever. The usual for sparky over here, but what do you want?" he asked Vaughn

Thorn snorted, "Now I would pay money to see that. My parents screaming because them, with their blue and brown eyes, had a red eyed kid."

"Ha, yeah," Lana agreed with another laugh. She brushed some eraser marks off the page. "This is almost done. It actually looks pretty good."

(gtg, be back later this afternoon)

(Bye!)

Thorn smiled, "Will I get to see it?"

Vaughn listened to their banter, it amusing him slightly. He sat up a bit more, clearing his throat as Cas adressed him. “Oh, uh, I’ll just have what Kaz is having,” he answered. He wasn't sure what sort of things were served there. He really only ever had come to drink.

Cas arched a brow, adjusting his sunglasses as he wrote. "M'kay. Back in twenty or so," he said before he walked off. Kaz leaned back in the booth a little, grateful Cas didn't chew him out for long.
"Well, that went a little better than I thought. I was expecting him to flood my apartment or something," he chuckled

“Maybe he did and he just didn’t mention it,” Vaughn said with a loose shrug. His knee bounced as he shifted slightly in his seat. “Hey, what do you usually order anyways?”

"Bacon cheeseburger and a beer," Kaz answered simply. "But I will zap his ass back to wherever he came from if he flooded my apartment. The last time he did I had to get Argo to fix everything since I didn't have the cash to fix it myself. I had to work at the nightclub for a week," he said, making a noise of disgust at the mention of the nightclub

“A nightclub?” Vaughn asked, a brow arched in question. He wasn’t concerned about the food- he wasn’t a picked eater at all. But a nightclub? He really hoped that Kaz didn’t work as a prostitute or something along those lines.

"Yeah. Argo made me the stand-in bartender for a week and you have no idea how gross some people could be. I had at least two couples try to fuck on the bar counter, and I swear by the end of it I was this close to electrocuting half the people there," Kaz said, gesturing exaggeratedly as he spoke

Vaughn seemed almost relieved when he heard that. At least he wasn’t a prostitute. “It could have been a lot worse,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Oh, yeah. This one dancer, I think his name was Sam, he kept trying to drag me onstage while Argo’s boss laughed at me. I almost had to try to pole dance in a suit,” Kaz laughed

(Bye!)

Thorn smiled, "Will I get to see it?"

"Of course," Lana replied. "Actually, you can keep it if you want. I usually hate my art after the creativity wears off."

Thorn looked at her, "Really? That's weird. I mean wouldn't want to keep something you create?"

"I don't know. The more I look at it, the more I can't stand it. I see all the flaws in it and I think of all the ways I could've improved it. I look at it and see what it could have been, and it makes me hate it." Lana gazed down at the artwork in her hands.

Thorn looked down, "Oh. Is that what being an artist is like? You create a masterpiece, and then find all the flaws? Nothing is going to be flawless. People certainly aren't.

Lana nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's just frustrating to see something beautiful and breathtaking and when it's on the page it just loses some of its essence. Try as I might, I've never done anything I've drawn any justice."

Thorn stood up and walked over, "I'm sure you have at some point. Can I see it?"

"Sure." Lana held out the drawing, shrugging. "Sorry. It's not the best." She could feel herself slowly easing down from her high and it was not the best sensation in the world.

"What are you talking about? It looks amazing!" Thorn's eyes were shining as she looked at the drawing.

(I actually have a picture of the drawing but google docs is being stupid so we'll just have to use our imagination lol)

"You really think so?" Lana smiled, her cheeks warming. "I'm glad you like it."

(Lol)

Thorn nodded her own cheeks heated up, "It really does! I've never had myself drawn, and this looks great!"

"Th-thanks." Lana glanced at the ceiling. "Do you –do you want to keep it? You don't have to or anything."

"Holy crap, Ax, please don't tell me you're going to run me into a wall." Luka covered his face, hair whipping into his eyes. "Don't strain yourself, darlin'." He yawned and closed his eyes, "Just don't do anything too stup-" He went limp in the seat.

"I won't. At least, not yet." Axel answered quickly, still limping through the halls with Luka in his wheelchair. The nurse continued to scream his name through the halls, but it was no use. After narrowly missing a wall and a desk, Axel finally led the wheelchair to an empty waiting room.

"Axel, I have to ask," Luka woke up, sweat on his forehead, "is your life usually this exciting?" He got up from the wheelchair, taking a seat in one of the benches in the waiting room. He motioned for Axel to sit back down.

Thorn looked at Lana, "Of course I want to keep it! Why wouldn't I?!"

"I don't know! I thought you were just saying you liked it to be nice," she admitted with an ashamed grin. "You aren't, are you?"