Nov 12, 2018
@ghostlymotherdevilhippie
“Oh what are you going to do Penguin? Punish me? Fulfill your pent up lesbian frustrations and spank me like the bad girl I am?” The female patient crossed her arms rolling her eyes.
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@ghostlymotherdevilhippie
“Oh what are you going to do Penguin? Punish me? Fulfill your pent up lesbian frustrations and spank me like the bad girl I am?” The female patient crossed her arms rolling her eyes.
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@killer-boredom
The request was just so unusual that Sam was convinced he hadn’t heard him correctly. Not that he had any sort of distaste for Dandy or anything besides just general annoyance (anyone who was around him for more that three seconds could tell you why), but this just seemed a bit strange. “You want to...stay in my room?”
@likeavirus
The other inmates were yowling an screaming as they were want to do on stormy nights. Like scared and panicked animals their shrieked and beat their fists against the walls. Such a horrible ruckus they all made, keeping anyone with half a brain to lose sleep over little more than a bit of wind and thunder. Sam laid in his bed, listening to it all, wondering if there was some way he could break away from the din. Slowly he got up and went to the door, sticking his fingers through the bars as he peered out across the hall to the cell across the way.
“They’re raisin’ hell t’night,” he called. “Sound like banshees...”
@chatxlain
“You’re new,” he said flatly, his gaze fixed on the woman in front of him. His nose wrinkled slightly, not so much a sign of disgust so much as it was a curious look. This woman...girl maybe? She didn’t seem like the usual stock around this place. Didn’t look quite so haggard, quite so lifeless. It certainly was enough of a sight to cause the mostly non-verbal man to utter a couple words.
@killer-boredom
His arms were bothering for some reason or another. The little lines etched all over his forearms was making him anxious and tired and confused, like the world was spinning to quickly. It was an itching sensation, but surely they wouldn’t itch anymore after all this time. Huffing, the man picked at the scars and shoot his head. Maybe...maybe he needs to new medication. Maybe he was just tired. Whatever it was, he felt ill and gloomy, and his tongue felt thick with the words that refused to come out of his mouth.
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“Do you want me to stop?”
"I...no, sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't stop," Sam replied, looking up at the doctor. "I was just a little...surprised. That's all. I'd like you to keep going."
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NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP
+ pornandgunfire
Criminally insane. He'd sold the title well, but now he wasn't so sure he preferred an asylum's white walls to that of a prison. It was cleaner, for the most part... his room, solitary thanks to an appropriate allocation of funding, was a haven and hardly disturbed, but the rigorous supervision, the schedule, the horrible lack of proper sustenance left the former surgeon wanting.
He could get used to the straight-jacket, however - and the muzzle, he found, had its own sort of charm.
He sat there, cross-legged on his beg, head and back flat against the wall, and waited, humming a quiet lullaby.