Welcome, newcomer. We introduce you to Animosity Asylum, home of the sick, diseased, and terminally ill. We are a prosperous facility set in the beautiful Waterville, Maine. We might not be the most prestigious, but we will take good care of you. Here, let us show you to your new quarters where you'll be staying for your duration. We hope you are quite comfortable here and we promise to help cure you of your ailments, please enjoy your stay. Well, you might as well learn to enjoy it, because I promise you, you will never escape us. Not even in death.
Post by Jack Stone on May 22, 2012 16:50:52 GMT -6
The hot water felt good against his skin, he rubbed some of the water on his face to wake him up and grabbed a bar of soap, lathering his toned body and washed it of with hot water. This was the only thing he enjoyed doing, other than having sex and causing trouble.
He sigh softly once he was done, turning the water off and pushed the curtains to the side. There was a fresh, white towel neatly folded on the sink and wrapped it around his waist. He grabbed a smaller one to dry his hair off, ruffling his black hair and laid the towel around his neck before stepping out of the bathroom.
He started searching for something clean, but the only thing that was clean was a pair of black boxers. He reached into his the back pocket of his pants, pulling out the carton of cigarettes and lighted one up. He always enjoyed a cigarette after taking a shower and sat down on the bed, hearing the door to his room open and looked up to see how it was.
Post by Luna Ray Zaphyr on Jun 14, 2012 23:37:17 GMT -6
Luna was in the middle of her normal rounds at the end of the night. Craig had asked her to stay a bit longer because the doctor that was supposed to come in was running late. All because of some stupid excuse to come in late, as usual. So Luna was stuck with doing the hard part of the night job. Medicine.
She had given all her patients their bedtime meds and there was one person left. Jack. As she trotted down the empty hall to his room, her heels made no noise as she approached his door. With a gently push she opened the metal door without warning. There he was, sitting on his bed in black boxers, hair wet from a shower, and a cigarette at his lips. Luna glared at him and closed the door, locking them in together.
Without a word, she marched up to him and jerked the cancer stick from his mouth and glared at his eyes. A few seconds of silence then she spoke, "Jack Stone. My favorite patient. You know you can't smoke in here." She backed up and pulled his meds from her pocket and handed them to him. "Take these, and don't complain about it either. I don't want to hear it."
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The claims medic gives no anesthetic. 90-days delinquent gets you repo treatment. I'm the masked horror on your street corner. Make your Mamma mourn you. I'm the night surgeon.
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