BREATH OF FRESH AIR (JAMES)

[Matteo D'Amico]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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1:32 PM

Another stressful day which wasn't much of a surprise. A few hours ago, a female, probably a couple years older than him, went batshit crazy over something as minimal as saying her dorm room needed to be reorganized. It started off with Matteo always greeting his patients in a friendly manner, then he'd move onto questions. The woman seemed an okay type, not like the one who would cause an uproar for something so petty. Clearly he was mistaken when she tried to scratch his eyes out and gnaw on him like some raging psycho - she even foamed at the mouth and her eyes went bloodshot, almost like a rabid animal. The situation took the blond man by surprise and it was a good thing his defensive instincts kicked in to fight back. Didn't take long until the guards yanked her off and subdued her with a sedative- crazy bitch. The psychologist in training remembered the guards laughing, more on the fact a girl managed to kick Matteo's ass and that they had saved his life. "Pussy, it's only a chick. Jesus, I'd hate to see what she would've done to you." One of the guards had taunted, while a pair of others carried the unconscious girl to solitary and laughed.

The male remained passive, only thanking they had acted in time; though he had a feeling they were going to criticize him more in the weeks to come. He was craving for a drink, some alcohol to calm his nerves - though ironic for a man, who specialized in the effects of the mind, to be yearning for a drug. Instead, he had a pack of smokes he paid off to one of his coworkers and ventured out to the courtyard, wide open space covered with grass bordered by a towering raven black fence. His outfit was the same, the black glasses, that ordinary white lab coat that covered a pale gray tank-top along with white slacks. Not really his choice of fashion, but he had to deal with it while he was on duty. It was relatively mild outside, so the need of a lab coat was unnecessary.

Plus, finding sunlight as opposed to the sallow florescent lights in the building kept the boredom at bay. He was beginning to dislike his job, it was the same crap repeating over and over again. The staff didn't like him as much nor did the patients, but he got used to it by now. Discovering an empty bench, he sat down, taking off his lab coat and hung it on the backrest behind him. Toned muscular arms were exposed, along with part of his falcon tattoo seen on his back. The blond fished out a cigarette, promptly lighting it before putting it between his lips and puffed a thin stream of smoke. He adjusted his eyeglasses and looked around, seeing members of staff walking about their business. He sat alone, letting his mind drift as the nicotine rush stimulated his brain. "What a day, what a day. Could it get any worse?" He muttered to himself, breathing in smoke and exhaled a cloud through his nostrils. He closed his arctic eyes for a while, not really napping, but glad he could escape the ruckus of his job now that he was given a break.

NOTES ! Hello hello
TAGGED ! Jamsie
LYRICS ! Take A Breath - Jo Bros (I don't listen to them lol)
WORDS ! 557
OUTFIT ! See above
CREDIT ! MEELA! on CAUTION 2.0!

[James Smith]

What's your story? Where you're from.
And where you wanna go this time.
and the same old song and dance
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Another slightly boring day. The same old routine, some of the orderlies wandering the hallways keeping an eye on patients, particularly escorting those who needed it. James caught a few glances from some of them, and eyed his clothing. That day he'd been wearing just a plain dark blue t-shirt, some sweatpants he'd just magically managed to find since his jeans seemingly disappeared from his room. At least he had his converse, which he was wearing the black and white laced shoes. Along with one arm warmer, and a wristband on his other arm. His gaze watched the others as he passed them. James caught sight of a girl he'd once encountered in arts and crafts, she was staring at him again, making him uncomfortable with her creepy smile.

James had a slight rush of adrenaline and ducked out the nearest door, feeling a bit self-conscious without his hoodie. Reluctantly, he'd found his way outside, into the sunlight. Sunlight, disgusting sunlight. At least its better than being stalked by that crazy bitch in there. The teen hadn't exactly explored the outdoors, and he wasn't allowed out at night. He felt a little guarded, and slouched a bit, eyeing everything carefully. Staff wandering about giving him odd glances, as he peered around the outdoors. He looked like he'd never seen daylight before and was just discovering it for the first time. That wasn't exactly all that far from the truth, he rarely ventured outside unless he had to. So seeing as it was one of those times, he figured he'd get familiar with the surroundings. He wandered in a random direction, staring at the sky.

Whispy white clouds sailed overhead, almost nonchalant. Being his attention was currently distracted, he ended up stumbling and tripping right before one of the staff sitting on a bench. He barely registered that he'd tripped till he hit the ground, knocking the wind out of him, and leaving a stunned look on his face. If this happens outside maybe i'd better stay indoors. James forced himself upright, refusing to acknowledge the people around him, whom really just paused and began again when he sat up. Though he was coughing and trying to regain air in his lungs, they figured he was just a one of those unfortunate uncoordinated people.

[/color] "Damn it." James managed to breathe out two raspy words, slowly regaining his breath, still sitting on the ground. He was now watching the person he fell in front of, just in case he freaked out or something. Even if he worked here, he couldn't exactly trust them as they'd hoped.
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word count▪ 449
tagged▪ Matty
lyrics▪ Snow- Red hot chili peppers
outfit▪ will update next post
music▪ The Crazies movie xD
notes▪ Holaa <3
template credit▪Elizabethcanflyy of caution 2.0!
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[Matteo D'Amico]

people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open

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People normally kept to themselves here at Pennbrooke, unless of course one was talking about the patients here who had no problem throwing profanities left and right. It was funny at first and Matteo had to chuckle right now just thinking about it; he remembered a minority of people had took their time to be creative in their insults while others were simply unoriginal. He would be asking them how they were feeling only to get an 'F you' with a spray of saliva to his face. The patients here were brutal and the staff had to up the ante as well, but Matt wasn't going to change himself just because his job required him to. He remembered the Zimbardo experiment from his med school textbook, otherwise known as the Stanford prison experiment. Volunteers served to play the part of prisoners while others played guards and results showed that when a person was given power, they abused it and treated others with hostility. Matteo didn't want to go against his morals, to threaten patients and make things worse - he wasn't like that at all.

He wondered if any of his family or friends were thinking about him right now and if they saw the type of job he was doing - he was certain they'd be astonished. Who wouldn't? He was helping these nutjobs with their treatments so that he could graduate med school and get out of here. Though he didn't dare say 'nutjobs' or any other offensive word since that would get the type of attention he didn't need. Matteo was only here because his professors thought he needed more experience on the field before they could give him the official green light. Unfortunately, the man wasn't given the liberty to choose where to go, but when he received his transfer orders for Pennbrooke he couldn't complain. There was no way out of it unless he wanted to waste all his time put in school and find another major. So far working in this institution was okay, lots of walking around and when he does find the time to sit (like right now), he'd be summoned by one of his supervisors to aid them with a patient. At least he didn't have to do the dirty work that the nurses were given.

Outside, he was enjoying his smoke and the general peaceful weather that accompanied him. No one bothered him yet, so that was something to be thankful about. He seldom had any friends here, coworker or patient but the latter was going to be a rarity. All the admitted people here either wanted him dead or wanted to fuck him, or even both if they had split-personality. Matt stared at the sky, not really doing much to flick away the excess ash on the tip of his cigarette. He mentally formed pictures of the clouds above, seeing a whale and deformed cat with big cheeks. Chuckling, he thought about those Rorschach ink blot tests when patients were told to tell the therapist what they saw. It was supposed to shed light on their mental status and mood, but had no scientific links. His attention was diverted when a crashing sound was picked up by his ear and he quickly shot to turn to the source. Apparently, a boy had fell and caused a scene; any staff around besides him noticed, but didn't bother to help. Jerks. Acting by his respect of human welfare, he was quick to his feet, briskly running up to the teenager with his cigarette still in hand. Blue eyes locked with the other's, "You okay, kid? You're a clumsy one, aren't you?" He joked, laughing a little, offering a hand to help the young man up. He doubted the guy was planning his escape, so he thought about talking with him if the stranger wanted to.

NOTES ! Poor James embarrassing himself =P
TAGGED ! Jamsie
LYRICS ! Take A Breath - Jo Bros (I don't listen to them lol)
WORDS ! 644
OUTFIT ! See above
CREDIT ! MEELA! on CAUTION 2.0!

[James Smith]

What's your story? Where you're from.
And where you wanna go this time.
and the same old song and dance
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It wasn't all that much longer after he'd tripped that at least one of the people who worked here had courtesy enough to see if he was indeed alright. Which he was, James looked at the hand he'd been offered, seemingly out of kindness to help him up. The symbolism of it seemed a bit odd for him, just for no particular reason this time. You okay kid? You're a clumsy one aren't you? James blinked slowly, still having a bit of trouble registering the situation. Was he threatened? Was he going to be taken off to isolation or something for this? James hesitantly took the hand he'd been offered, a little unsure of if he should say anything. Now he didn't give off the fact that he was shy, a little distrusting but not shy. He'd definitely made eye contact with the elder gentleman almost as soon as he'd offered to help him up. Something that many people found a bit intimidating.

James was by no means socially awkward with it, he felt very comfortable hanging out with people he barely knew.

[/color] "Er, considering I'm in a mental hospital I'd say so? As soon as he'd returned to his feet with the elder boy's help he released his hand almost immediately. One thing he wasn't fond of was physical interaction of any kind unless he knew that person well enough, and in this case he didn't. James assumed one of his favorite positions, which was grasping his biceps lightly as he stood a few feet away from the person who'd helped him up. He was sure it looked a bit odd, him wearing only one arm warmer, and a wristband on the opposite arm, without his hoodie he felt a little insecure in general. Which at the thought made him glance around briefly, the others didn't seem to even be paying attention to the pair standing there. Probably because one was a patient and the other someone who actually was allegedly sane.

James rolled his eyes at the thought, he'd now had a bit of a headache. He hadn't had the wind knocked out of him since he was maybe ten, and that was falling out of a hammock. He'd have liked to have known how he'd managed to do that just tripping. James didn't bother dwelling on it, and returned his wandering gaze to the man before him, making eye contact immediately once again. "Who're you? He didn't break eye contact, waiting to see if his current distraction would first. James's gaze was fairly intense and inquisitive, but he didn't really seem all that interested in this person. They were just another person there to "help him," or "cure him" or even one of those people that were there to tell him he was "crazy." James twitched a hesitant smile, something he often did, making it look more coy than anything.
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word count▪ 509
tagged▪ Matty
lyrics▪ Snow- Red hot chili peppers
outfit▪ Clickit
music▪ The Crazies movie xD
notes▪ lol yeah bit of a klutz for sure. He's .. kinda.. tryin to see about stuff now xD
template credit▪ Elizabethcanflyy of caution 2.0!
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