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Post by Dastan Copley on Jun 30, 2010 10:08:10 GMT -4
According to Dastan Copley’s medical file he was classified as a “functional lunatic.” Which basically meant he had his good moments and his really bad ones…but then again that had been the story pretty much all of Dastan’s life so even with age things didn’t change. Though they did tend to get a bit more interesting considering what he had been through now 3 years prior to his now what looked to be rather permanent living arrangements in the VA hospital. It had been the vampire…it was what apparently pushed him over the functional line to just plain crazy. So he had been tossed into the psych ward and they had tossed away the key…in theory. If Dastan Copley was anything he was crafty…thus meaning more times than not he was able to make his way out of the ward and into the city. He never really got far that wasn’t the purpose…a good hamburger that actually tasted like food was normally the end game he had in mind.
But on a usual day Dastan Copley could be found either in the main room of the ward or in his personal cell. The state he was in no doubt depended on his mind set and if he had actually been taking his medication…today was not one of those sunshine and rainbows sort of days. Dastan had been in a shaky state of mind since he had been forced awake that morning and he had only progressed for the worst as the hours had drawn on.
He was aware of things around him of course and he knew if he wanted to avoid being strapped down for the rest of the day he should keep silent…and he was able to do so…until the faint whispers began to get to him. His body trembled ever so slightly as he stared across the room his eyes burning into the wall and in a few hours time he had managed to shut them up completely…ish.
They may not have been gone completely but something else currently occupied Dastan’s mind…and that was the awesome observation that with the help of magic marker he could actually connect the light scars on his arm like a rather sad version of connect the dots. Sitting cross legged upon one of the arm chairs which sat in the corner of the main rec. room Dastan concentrated whole heartedly at connecting “the dots” along the pale skin of his arm.
Dastan sat rather enthralled upon the armchair his tongue caught between his teeth as he concentrated on connecting the light scars with dark black lines. The hard part wasn't connecting them it was making a shape outta them that was proving to be the hard part.
"Gotta be here somewhere..." Dastan muttered as he continued to plot and draw connections where he could.
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Post by Gardener Wild on Jul 1, 2010 22:03:00 GMT -4
Gardener had a problem-and that problem was that Gardener was bored. And that could be a problem for everyone. He had a tendency to get cranky when he was bored, and then people died and that in general made people unhappy. Not that Gardener cared what people wanted or what made them happy, but he didn't feel like dealing with additional messes.
He'd been happy to get himself back to his home city, and he'd been thrilled to show Alyssa around, but now he'd had his fill and was ready to move on.
But Gardener had an issue, and that was that he wouldn't leave Paris unless Alyssa was willing to go with him. He couldn't deny-he'd become very fond of her company.
Gardener thought there were many other countries he could explore, but after watching about a zillion hours of World Cup Soccer which made him want to scream and hate the sport more than anything on this planet, he decided that South Africa sounded like a lovely place to visit.
Once he'd booked passage for himself and Alyssa, he made sure he had them set up in the best hotel he could find. And his first action upon setting foot in the city was to locate a World Cup Soccer shirt and rip it to shreds. That made him feel better. Much better.
Now that his annoyance had been settled, he decided it was time to feed, so he decided to take Alyssa on a rather unusual date. Tonight he stood outside of what Gardener still liked to think of as a lunatic asylum. Standing outside, he looked at the doorframe and nodded. This was going to be a good time.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Jul 2, 2010 7:12:11 GMT -4
Alyssa had never been to South Africa before. Which was one of the reasons she nearly jumped at the chance to visit it with Gardener. That and she was quickly coming to the realisation that she would go anywhere he asked her too.
Still it was exciting. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd never visited South Africa before. She was certainly old enough to have been everywhere in the world by now. It must just have never occured to her before. Ah well... at least she was seeing it now. She vaguely wondered why they were moving on to South Africa of all places. She didn't ask of course, as she didn't mind at all, but still... she was curious. There was any number of places they could have gone, and South Africa would not have been at the top of her list.
She raised an eyebrow at Gardener, and held it there for some time, after watching him rip up a tshirt with more maliciousness than was probably needed on an item of clothing. Though the news of a date and feeding quickly changed her expression to one of gleeful anticipation. Alyssa did so enjoy feeding.
Looking up at the asylum he had taken her too, Alyssa wasn't entirely sure what to think. She did love the mentally unstable, they were the most fun to play with before she killed them. But still... why had he thought to bring her here?
"Gardener..." she said slowly, sliding her hands around one of his arms. "Are you trying to have me commited?"
She was mostly joking of course.
Mostly.
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Post by Dastan Copley on Jul 2, 2010 7:42:53 GMT -4
It didn't take much to hold Dastan's attention so it was no real surprise that he was able to spend the better part of an hour drawing marks upon his arm searching for an animal he could make out of the lines. Anytime he was silent and behaved for too long quickly caught the attention of at least one nurse and today was no exception.
"Mr. Copley!!"
Dastan looked up like a deer caught in the headlights as the head nurses voice rang through the low rumble of the room. He quickly tucked the maker into the seat cushion and stared back at the older woman his blue eyes wide.
"What are you doing to your arms?"
"Nothing," Dastan muttered as he pulled down the sleeves of the long sleeve shirt which he wore under the blue hospital issued scrubs the patients were outfitted with. He tugged the other sleeve down until both of his arms were covered and he stared up at the nurse giving it his best attempt to seem innocent in the situation.
"Lies..." Dastan muttered as his face scrunched up slightly as he looked from the nurse tot he other woman standing next to her.
"I was doing something; technically we're all doing something but if I told you what it was I was doing you would no doubt get angry and I have to tell you Nurse Campbell it is rather alarming when you go all purple and bug eyed," Dastan explained with a smile as he sat back on the seat his legs bouncing up and down slightly.
He was never one to be able to sit still.
Dastan rubbed his arms gently against his legs with a frown as he stared down at his now sleeve covered arms.
...He had marker all on his arms....it was smudged now...so naturally it needed to come off.
"I was bored," Dastan explained after several moments of the nurse silently staring at him...he didn't much like silence.
"We have gone over this time and time again Mr. Copley! You are not to draw upon yourself.......or others!"
"Indeed....but I was still bored," Dastan explained in a manner which had simply had to fix everything.
Shaking her head and moving away from the patient the nurse had quickly run out of options.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get a towel for you to clean your arms on Dastan.”
Dastan looked back down to his arms with a frown as the black marker was now clearly smudged all the way down to his wrist. His hands clenched slightly as he looked from his arm and then to the retreating form of the nurse.
“I need to get it off now…” Dastan muttered his hand beginning to rub furiously at the pale of his skin under the long sleeved shirt causing the skin to grow red with irritation.
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Post by Gardener Wild on Jul 2, 2010 8:16:05 GMT -4
As Gardener looked at the building, he felt an odd sense. He felt weirdly like he knew something about the building. He had no idea why, he'd never spent time in South Africa so why would he know a thing about the place?
"Gardener...Are you trying to have me commited?"
Gardener smiled as Alyssa's hands wrapped around his arm. In truth, he knew that if she'd refused his offer of South Africa, he would have remained in Paris-bored or not. He had never spent much time alone with another vampire in his years, but Alyssa was becoming a fast exception to the rule.
"Now why on earth would I do such a thing as that, Princesa?" He detached his arm from her hands to draw her against him, kissing her temple lightly.
"That would take you away from me, and I couldn't have that."
Even he couldn't believe himself. Had he just said that? Really? Yes, the words had come out of his mouth-and he meant them!
"No, darling, we're here because I've always found these buildings to be such a lovely place to feed." Gardener let go of Alyssa and took a step towards the building's door.
"In these, you can feed on who you want and not kill them because who really believes these people?"
Gardener smirked. It was a fun game. He hadn't played it in a few centuries, but it was fun regardless.
"What do you say? Should we go seek out a few bites?"
Gardener held out his hand to Alyssa, looking from her to the doorway in a fashion as a dog does when it wants to be let out.
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Post by Alyssa Scarani on Jul 4, 2010 14:50:03 GMT -4
"Now why on earth would I do such a thing as that, Princesa? That would take you away from me, and I couldn't have that."
Alyssa simply smiled and kissed Gardener lightly on the cheek. It was strange, she supposed, their fondness for each other, considering the kind of vampires each of them was. But she decided not to question it for now. It seemed to be working.
"No, darling, we're here because I've always found these buildings to be such a lovely place to feed."
Well she wouldn't dispute that. She hadn't been to many over the course of her life, but the ones she had been to were both entertaining and filling.
"In these, you can feed on who you want and not kill them because who really believes these people? What do you say? Should we go seek out a few bites?"
Alyssa looked down at Gardener's hand then back up at him and smiled, reaching out and sliding her hand into his. "Absolutely."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Jul 5, 2010 9:49:11 GMT -4
"Absolutely."
There was the answer Gardener was waiting for. He couldn't imagine that Alyssa was suddenly going to go soft for the mentally challenged, but it was glad when he got the confirmation that she wasn't.
"Then let's go, my dear." Gardener opened the heavy door to the lunatic asylum and headed inside. Ok, he was being less than politically correct, but it was assumed with him.
"Can I help you, sir?"
The nurse at the station looked a little suspicious at him. Gardener was going to have to remember to be careful because he figured hospitals nowadays marked visitors their people recieved. Back in the day, no one had cared.
"Yes, my wife and I are here to visit my brother. He's in Ward B." Gardener gave the woman his brightest, sweetest smile. The nurse slid the booklet across the desk to him. Gardener thought quickly and then wrote:
Mr/Mrs Alexander Compton
There. That would solve the issue. Gardener had to fight back a laugh as he thought about the dead man's blood he'd injected Ryden Compton with.
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Post by Dastan Copley on Aug 4, 2010 20:50:39 GMT -4
Dastan continued to rub rather harshly at the pale skin of his arm which in turn caused his pale skin to grow more red and irritated by the minute. The rubbing of course did nothing but smug the marker instead of remove it from his skin as he had originally intended.
Eyeing the direction the nurse had gone off in and then eyeing the mess that had become his arm Dastan resigned himself to the fact that the nurse would no doubt forget him and he would be destined to spend the rest of time with marker strewn across his arm...that simply wouldn't do.
"Bad idea after all...who knew," Dastan muttered to himself as he pulled himself to his feet and allowed his eyes to scan across the rec room in case there should be any susp[icious things going about...in truth he just wanted to make entirely certain he wasn;t about to land in a heap of trouble.
Deciding that maybe just maybe he was in the clear Dastan quickly made his way to the edge of the room and out of the back door into the brightly lit hallway. His bare feet padded along the hallway until he made his way to a sink which sat in the corner of the hall and he quickly began to rub the ice water along his arms in his own vain attempt to remove the marker.
The amrker seemed to be defeated by the water...though the dryness of his clothing also seemed to have been defeated by the water as well.
"A man could drown in these halls...."
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Post by Gardener Wild on Aug 5, 2010 21:39:54 GMT -4
Gardener made his way through the doorway the nurse had opened. Looking about, he debated where to start. He needed to find someone who wouldn't overly stand out.
Not that he was worried, no one believed mental patients anyway. But still, intelligent vampires didn't feed carelessly. And Gardener has spent all of these years not being sloppy, so he wouldn't start now.
Gardener suddenly caught a familiar scent. It was impossible that he would know something about this place, or its people. But he thought of the nagging feeling he'd had before entering the building. Now he was smelling things as well?
"A man could drown in these halls...."
Gardener's head snapped to the end of the hallway. His eyes lit up when he saw who was standing there. He did in fact recognize this man.
"Dastan Copley." Gardener strolled down the hallway, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "My, it's been a long time. How've you been?"
He gave the man a broad grin. There was nothing that would push a mental patient over the edge like coming face to face with the vampire who had fed from him.
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