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was he expecting jean to be difficult? absolutely. even so, his own eyes roll and logan isn’t even sure of why she’s making such a big deal. “if it’s bothering you so much why don’t you go tell them yourself? because apparently, knocking on walls isn’t effective.”

“Why must you be so completely fucking impossible?” Jean snapped. God, she needed a drink. This place was hell, she wanted to scratch all her skin off. Jean moved to walk past him, too frustrated by him and what he’d become and her own cravings to stand there any longer.

“you’re only making it worse.” he was actively avoiding her ; logan didn’t want to see jean, but enough was enough when it came to causing ruckus in the damn institution. “just ignore it like the rest of us.”

She turned at the sound of her brother’s voice and rolled her eyes. “No.” She was irritable and she wanted a damn drink and how was nobody else getting worked up over that damn racket? “They need to learn to shut the fuck up.”

Lucas was walking by the room when he heard the woman shouting. With furrowed brows, he peaked his head through the open door. Today, he was not in such a chipper mood. “You know, if you’re going to stay in bed late into the afternoon, you can’t expect everyone else to stop living their lives,” he said baritone. 

Jean turned around and glared at the man in the doorway. “There’s a fucking limit to the noise level. Whatever’s going on in there is excessive.” And fucking annoying.

Brielle definitely had a mix of quiet days and noisy days… unfortunately, it was a noisy day. Elliot never was a fan of loud noises, but ever since the accident, he had been even more sensitive and overwhelmed with loud noises. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly, trying to block it out. He even held his ears, but no matter how hard he pressed his hands against his head, he still was overwhelmed with the noise. “Please… P-please stop.” 

Jean’s legs flew over the side of the bed and she rammed her feet into her slippers, ready to go through to the next room to cause an argument with whoever was making all the noise. She noticed the boy when she stood up and she frowned, folding her arms and looking over at him. “What’s your problem?”

Alastair tried his best to block out the noise, but he couldn’t ignore it when he heard the banging on the wall. He used his white cane to find the doorway to the room that the banging was coming from and stood outside the room. “You do realize that you’re just created more noise, right?” 

“Well, I don’t see anyone else trying to get them to shut the fuck up.” She stated angrily, turning her gaze on him.

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MIa let out a giggle once she knew she was in, running her hand over Jean’s thigh. “Well, you know what I’ll say, beautiful,” she hummed, leaning into the brunette and pressing their lips together lightly before adding to the pressure and moving her hand further up Jean’s thigh.

Mia was beside herself with excitement when Jean seemed to accept her invitation and the blonde scooted towards her on the bed. “Now that’s more like it,” she said, pulling down her sweater to expose a very tight tank top showing a lot of skin. Her mouth came up to the other’s neck just blowing warm breath against her and placing a quick kiss to her skin. “Well, I guess it depends if you want to be shy and slow, or completely wild and unleashed,” Mia whispered, taking Jean’s earlobe between her teeth for a quick nibble of it.

Jean hadn’t done anything like this in the longest time. She bit her lip lightly as she felt the other girl at her neck, her eyes fluttering closed just briefly as she felt the little kiss. “It’s... your call.”

“Of course I am serious,” she said with a bright smile, tapping on the bed again. “Well, that depends a lot on you, but I can think of some very sexy ways to make it up o you,” she smirked, rolling her tongue across her lips.

Jean couldn’t help but find herself smirking a little at the words despite her annoyance. Her gaze moved to her lips. Was this some kind of weird game or was she genuinely crazy? Regardless, Jean supposed she would find out. “Show me then.” Jean said, moving over to sit down.

“Oh c’mon, Jeanie, what’s got you so bent out of shape?” the blonde asked sweetly, patting her bed next to her, an attempt to beckon the other one in. “C’mon, come tell me all about it.”

“Are you shitting me?” This girl clearly had more issues than she thought. First, she’d thought she was nice and hot and fun and then she’d gone totally psycho and now... she was fucking normal again? “You are what’s got me bent out of shape.”

“Me doing what I want is how I ended up here,” Zoe said, and she had to laugh. She was beyond feeling sad about it - the whole thing was just absurd, and if they would actually listen to her, instead of to what was written on her file, they might see that. “I’m pretty sure that’s how all of us ended up here. I’ve still not met anyone that thinks they have a problem.”

Which is a little problematic, because presumably some of the people here did have issues. And if that was the case, how was Zoe to know whether she was one of them or not? She didn’t feel like it, but they say you never do feel mad, if you really are.

Jean didn’t know what to say because she still found this whole thing really, really odd. Beyond odd. The girl seemed rooted enough in reality to her but the whole phone thing wouldn’t stop bugging the hell out of her. “Well, I definitely don’t.” She muttered, thinking about how much of a misunderstanding it was and how she really just didn’t belong here.