NOT READY TO BE FOUND

Shut up. I don’t have to be polite to you anymore and I’m not letting you talk to me like dirt on the ground for something I can’t control.

You act like any of us can control why we’re in here. You may not be dirt on the ground but you’re definitely not hot shit. Don’t care if you’re polite, nobody’s polite to me anyways.

Princess patient.

Oh, well look at you. Moving up the totem pole of crazy. Congratulations. Would you like a metal?

What’d you do to get in isolation?

You should go for a walk outside if you need to breathe.

Wouldn’t you like to know, princess nurse.

I feel like I’m the new kid, again. I’ve been told that I’ve been here before but no one will tell me why.

If I knew why I’d tell you. Maybe. Don’t really care why you’re here.

I just wanted to apologize for my freak-out the other day. I definitely learned my lesson and for that, I have a broken left wrist. No more punching walls for this gal.

What the hell’d you get mad at to the point where you hit a wall and broke your wrist? Do you not know how to properly punch?

Hello everyone, I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Rachel Berry and will be your new therapist. I am incredibly excited to be here and meet all of you, and I can’t wait to start working with all of you. 

I am incredibly honoured to be given the opportunity to get to know each and every one of you, and help us all live happier, healthier lives. I am still finding my feet, and have somehow managed to get lost in search of the bathroom five times already…so a tour most definitely wouldn’t go amiss. 

...Because we apparently can never have too many of you, huh?

Ah I love sarcasm first thing in the morning , unless its night,

Are you always this incompetent? 

Why thank you and if you don’t care then I won’t care either. 

I worry that if I breathe the same air as you do for too long I may catch that godawful attitude of yours.

Aw, what’s the harm in being an asshole? It’s fun.

I dunno, a distraction maybe? Holidays are still fun. Halloween isn’t my favorite but it’s still nice to celebrate. 

While it acts as a distraction there’s no point in dressing up as a character from some ridiculous television show. Not to mention that there’s not much of a point to it at all when we’re all stuck in here.

That’s fair enough I guess.

As fair as I can be towards someone potentially working with my Father.

So, does that mean you don’t like me?

It means I’m not certain.

Is anything you say not sarcasm or a snarky comment?

Depends on how I feel about you.

I’m not getting riled up.

Right. And I’m not an insomniac.

Right. And you don’t even have to dress up, because the mere thought of being in the same room as you is already terrifying. 

Why? Because my good looks are so good they’re scary? Or is it because you’re afraid of being belittled by my intelligence?

No one’s forcing you to dress up.

And what’re you going to dress up as? Oh- let me guess, a scarecrow. Or wait! Robin. You always have seemed the sidekick type. And one that wouldn’t go scary with their costume.