Don't you worry your pretty little mind(Garrick)

[Jack Stone]

I heard a knock upon my door the other day

Running from my fate, feet don't fail me now

Maybe his goal wasn’t that important anymore, maybe it was best to just get out of this place and start his life over. Something inside of Jack mentally slapped him, screaming at him for even thinking that and told him that he should at least leave this place with a bang and be remembered. That same voice was the one that had coaxed him to do all those horrible things and it usually won the battles. Jack just ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back and licked his lower lip.

He looked around once he was outside, thinking that some crazy nurse was going to fall from the sky and be all over his case when he took out a pack of smokes and placed the yellow part in-between his lips. Already he was close to being out of matches and would have to bribe his guard to sneak him some or he could get Shilo to do that for him.
He needed a smoke and bad to. He could feel his telekinesis starting to boil underneath his skin. It was amplified through anger and boy was he getting angry and aggravated with everyone and everything. There was no wind in the air, but his surroundings started to move on their own; pebbles were rolling past him, tree limbs started to sway to one side as if some heavy force of nature was blowing them back and any solid building or window started to crack slightly.

If he didn’t calm himself, there would be shattered glass everywhere and possible even a damaged wall. He took a long hit from the stick and felt himself starting to calm and everything stopped moving on its own. He took in a deep breath now and just slumped to the ground, pressing his back against a tree and looked up at the sky. It was very sunny out, not even a cloud in the sky. It was a day that he hated, he liked the dark and cloudy because that amplified his other power. This kind of days just made his shadow manipulation dull or practically not even existing.

A low growl vibrated his vocal cords and he leaned his head back, closing his eyes and dangled the cancer stick between his lips and could feel a presence close by. Opening his dark, cold eyes and turned his head to the right, staring at the empty space till it would be filled by another figure.

[Garrick Fatale]

"I'm not gonna write you a love song."

Garrick walked down the hall with a look of despair. This place absolutely ate him up. It made him sick, but he had to stay here for the remainder of his schooling, because the asylum was paying for it. He didn't want to be here, but he knew he couldn't leave. The poor male was at war with himself.

He pushed through the large door to the gardens, the only place he felt most comfortable. Because it was the ONLY place in the entire asylum that was remotely beautiful. He felt at peace as soon as his feet hit the concrete. He sighed, "So much better."

He noticed someone off to the side, just barely in view. It was a male, and it looked like he was doing something. Was he smoking? Garrick raised an eyebrow as his blue eyes focused on the male. He started to walk over and as soon as the male was in full view, "Hey, can I get one those?" Garrick flipped his blond, shaggy bangs from his eyes and noticed who it was; he kept caution around him. He didn't really care to hurt people in anyway. He just didn't have the heart.

[Jack Stone]

I heard a knock upon my door the other day

Running from my fate, feet don't fail me now

Sure enough, another male stepped into view now. He was a big guy to, maybe alittle more muscular than he was. The other male was a staff member and he was kinda wondering if this guy was going to jump all over his case about him smoking as well. When the man asked if he could have one, he couldn't help but to blink his eyes as if he had heard that correct.

Reaching into the hem of his boxers, he pulled out the carton along with his match box. Taking one out, he handed it to the man along with the match box. He took a long drag, exhaling through his nose and sigh softly.

I'm surprise your not all over my case about me smoking. He admitted and eyed the man with some suspicion in his eyes and inhaled deeply to get more smoke into his body. They cigarette was helping with his anger and was somewhat happy that the windows didn't turn to shattered glass and the stones didn't crumble into heaps. If that happened, the staff would be all over his case, thinking he was the cause of it.

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick stood side by side with the male as he popped the cancer stick between his lips. He fumbled around in the pocket of his nurse coat for a lighter. Normally he had his pack on him, but he was out. Pulling a black lighter from his pocket, he flicked it and it sparked, "Thanks, man. I really need this." Garrick put the flame to the tip of the cigarret and took a long drag into his lungs. The nicotine kicked automatically and calmed his already shot nerves.

He took a few more hits before replying to the males statement, "I'll be honest with you. I don't think any patient here is really sick, they've just had a bad life and was dumped here. So, no, I'm not going to get on your ass about smoking when this isn't even really a hospital." He continued to take puffs off his cigarret until it was gone.

"I'm Garrick, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He smiled at him.

[Jack Stone]

This asylum was some place, that was for sure. The male staff seemed to be relatively normal while the female were just mean, angry and plain crazy. The male just took a long drag of the cigarette as did he and blew a ring of smoke into the air with his mouth. He listened as the other explained that he didn't really think anyone was sick here, but just came from a bad life and were the undesirables of the world and dumped here to suffer even more. When he heard that this place wasn't really a hospital, he just cocked his eyebrow and said. You might want to explained that alittle more clearly to the people that get hired in this place. He said.

Jack Stone. He replied and once the stick was only two inches in length, he flicked it away from him.

Jack looked back to Garrick and said. Your a male nurse, aren't you? He asked and just smirked some.

OOC: sorry its so short

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick finished off his cigarette with one last drag. On the exhale he spoke "Well, it is a 'hospital', I guess. Just not the kind most would think. I imagine a hospital with caring, affectionate staff members. Not like the weird ones they have here." He shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Well, Mr. Jack Stone, yes I am a male nurse." He smiled and began to fiddle with the rainbow bracelet he wore. This place gave him the creeps and the piece of jewelry he wore kept himself sane. Otherwise, he'd be in here with the patients.

Garrick rubbed the back of his head, "I just don't like the way the staff treat you guys. I mean, giving meds and weekly check ups are normal. But the experiments are just over kill." 'Literally.' He added mentally.

[Jack Stone]

What Garrick described was what a hospital really was. This place was more of hospital wanna be that turned bad and it now more of a place that the condemned are placed and then are tortured. This place is just pissed off because its not a real hospital. He commented and smiled.

Jack eyed the rainbow bracelet and wondered if it had some sentimental value or maybe it just said, I'm gay, He wondered if Garrick was gay, but he just shook the thought off and leaned his head back.

Garrick words surprised him some, but he kept a perfectly straight face. Then how come you work at this place? He asked. He wouldn't work at a place that he didn't agree with.

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick sighed as he fiddled with his rainbow bracelet. "Well, for starters, I'm in college for my doctrine, but I didn't have the money. I was looking for a facility that could pay for my schooling, and this place was the only one that would. But, in return, I have to continue working here until I graduate...." He hesitated and almost whined in a sad way, "This won't be over for another five years..."

As Garrick looked over at Jack, he noted that the male was a bit taller than he was. His blue eyes never left the features of the masculine male as he slightly smiled. 'If you only knew...what they've done. What I've seen.' Garrick thought as he was saddened.

[Jack Stone]

Jack listened to the others story and couldn't help but to chuckle some. Even the staff here and slaves..... He said and shook his head. His dark eyes caught onto Garrick's, the two just looked at one another and Jack took in his features.

He was a rather attractive male and sigh. So, what shall we do? He asked, cocking an eyebrow at the nurse.

[Garrick Fatale]

Garrick's heart skipped when the male what they shall do. He was very attractive, but Garrick would not get involved with a patient, too risky. Especially since he didn't like to see patients get hurt. Unlike most staff here, Garrick was actually trying to help the patients,, rather than torture the poor souls.

"Well, Jack, if there was something I could do, I would've done it by now." He laughed whole heartedly and smiled "Although, the sound of turning this place into something good sounds pretty effin amazing." He glanced over at him with those big blue eyes and smiled. "So, If I may, what is your gift?"