forum Welcome to the Ward (CLOSED!!!)

Started November 01, 2018 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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"I'll be here for you." Ale said, patting her on the back gently. "Come on now."

“You promise you won’t leave me?” Crystal sadly said, tears slowly trickling off her face.

Cressida stands awkwardly, wanting to help but not wanting to push the boundaries of a total stranger.

Alex was finally thrown out of his cell with a busted up face why don't they just kill us? he tried to climb to his feet but was kicked in the face.

Good night//

"I promise." Ale said, standing.

Sure, give me a second to type something up.))

Sitting at one of the many picnic tables, Marco made lines on the cheap wooden surface with his nails. Could they not even afford regular tables…even if they were plastic? He wondered, continuing to mindlessly carve shaky lines into the dark brown material. Occasionally, he would glance over to his plate, and then back to the array of designs in front of him. Ever since he had been admitted to the "hospital" he had grown to hate eating. Sure, he would when he felt as if he were going to starve, but most of the time he avoided it altogether. What was the point of eating when you didn't do anything aside from sit in a cell?
I don't even really know what they've put in this. For all I know it could be spoiled, with the way things are around here.

Rosemary knocked over the plate, careful not to get any on herself. She looked around the room at the various people seating.

Hayden wheeled his way to the end of one of the picknick tables, food on his lap. He set the platter on the table and looked around.
"Hi" He greeted to the person scraping lines into the table.

Looking up from the table, Marco gave a small wave and finally put a halt to scratching up the table. "Hello," he said, his voice flat. Usually, he would greet someone with a smile and speak a bit more, but the events of the morning had cut his normally decent mood short. Scooting his plate out of the way, and over to the side, Marco put his elbows on the table less than an inch away from the edge closest to himself.

"You don't eat the food either?" He asked glancing down at his own untouched food

Rosemary looked around at the two men talking and the "workers". Only two here now. Good

Marco gave his own plate a quick glance, and shook his head. "Only when I really have to, I'd prefer to not feel as if I've been beaten in the stomach." Taking his attention off of the horribly colorless food that was on the plate, Marco looked back over to the stranger. "Who are you?" He asked, slouching in his spot on the picnic table bench.

Rosemary stood up and headed towards the corridors leading outside as if she's meant to be there. This might be her only chance to leave.

"Yeah, me too" He paused for a moment and looked back up at the stranger "I'm Hayden, you?"

Crap! One of the "workers" started walking towards her. Rosemary quickly switched direction and headed towards the cells

Giving a small nod of acknowledgement, Marco replied in the same flat tone that he'd been speaking in earlier. "My name is Marco,"

"I would say nice to meet you but this is about the most unnice place to meet someone" He answered

Finally showing some type of reaction, Marco smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it sucks here. We don't ever really go outside either… I remember before I was admitted here, I would stay inside when given the chance. If I ever get out of here, I want a job that you have to be outside for." Turning his head, Marco watched briefly as Rosemary made her way towards an exit. Moments later, however, the girl switched directions. At least she's still trying.

"I used to love outside…" He looked off and then looked towards the girl Marco had turned his attention to. "Whats she doing?" He wondered

Rosemary wandered off into a different corridor. Maybe it goes somewhere