-insert name here-'s Place and Everywhere Else ~ Geezerville

[damecharlie]

((And its such fun to read! biggrin ))  

[damecharlie]

((continued from MW))

The breakfast was somewhat awkward, Bonnie, Dec and dame sitting there eating in mostly silence, all of them thinking yet not thinking of what was to come. Not knowing what to say. They tried to keep everything light, cracking jokes now and then that fell on almost deaf ears, laughter dying on their lips. Finally, after everyone had mostly moved their food around on their plates, they paid for their meal and left.

Three Rivers, while its postal address is still in Geezerville, it is almost an hour’s drive away, off near the country and a bit off the road. The ride over was filled with idle chitchat and long pauses of silence. Once they arrived, it was anxious glances, grueling check-ins and tearful goodbyes. Bonnie and Dec lingered, hugging dame again and again. Finally, one of the staff members quietly and politely suggested that maybe it was time for dame to get settled in and get ready for her first evaluation. Dec and Bonnie begrudgingly agreed and hugged dame one last time. She squeezed them tight and told them she loved them and that she'd see them soon.

The staff lady led her inside and showed her around briefly, then brought her to her room to settle in. During her original check-in, the hospital staff had checked her bag for any no-no's, then checked her body. The personnel then went over what was allowed in the hospital, the levels of restrictions and how to gain levels and all other sorts of things. They also assured her that she would be debriefed again and to let any staff member know if she had any questions.

Once dame was in her room and the staff member stepped out, she sighed and sat down on the bed, telling herself over and over again that this was for the best. That she's going to get help for herself and find some peace. She put her stuff in her small dresser, it only taking up one drawer, and then placed her bag underneath all the clothes. dame made sure her stationary and journal are on top. She then waited for the staff member to return so she could go to her first evaluation.  

[FireSpark]

Two orderlies watch as an ambulance approaches the rear entrance, the entrance used for the more ‘special guests’. Their matching uniforms, both perfectly crisp and white, except for the green logo over the left breast of their jackets, and blue name tags on the right. The ambulance pulls gingerly up, and the medics get out and head to the rear of the truck. The two medics move out to meet them. The driver of the ambulance hands over a few sheets of paper, and has one of the orderlies sign some of them. Then the doors are opened.

There, buckle into one of the side seats, is a disheveled looking man, dressed in jogging pants, and some dingy white socks. E also appears to be wearing a flannel shirt, but this is difficult to see beneath the straight jacket that is being used to restrain him. The man looks slightly surprised, and though he looks like he is trying to say something, no sound comes due to the gag mask that has been placed on him. The two medics carefully lift him from the ambulance and set his feet on the ground. The orderlies look somewhat confused, and concerned.

“Uh, this transfer said it was for a psychiatric observation and evaluations only. We don’t do the dangerous kinds fellas. I mean we have a few biters here, but nothing that would need this kind of restraint.”

The two medics grimace at each other, and while one begins closing up their vehicle, the other comes to explain.

“This one isn’t dangerous, least not in who you’re thinking. Little twit just wouldn’t shut up, and nothing else would do it. Here tell, the cops that brought him in taxed him almost a dozen times overnight, but it didn’t even faze him. Just wait till we’re gone before you take it off, okay?”

And with that the two medics start climbing into their vehicle. As he is climbed in, the one shouts back a few more words of warning.

“Oh, and don’t let him fiddle with light switches. And I’d keep an eye on your potted plants if I were you.”

The door slams and the engine starts, and the ambulance drives away. Curiously, the two orderlies look at each other, then their patient, who seems to be looking back at them with bright blue eyes, just as curiously. One of them shrugs, and reaches up to carefully undo the gag mask. The man coughs a bit as it comes off, and works his jaw some before smiling broadly.

“Many thanks for that, uh, Billy, is it?” the man says squinting at the orderly’s name tag. “Was terribly unnecessary of them to do that really. I’m not all that bad, I’m not. And they wouldn’t even tell me where we going, the whole ride over. Wouldn’t even describe the scenery as we passed. Do you know how boring it can be riding in a box and not being able to see out the window?”

The curious look on the orderlies’ faces was quickly being replaced with ones of annoyance. They quickly got the man in motion towards the door, half picking him off the groud to do so, ready to be rid of him already.

“And though the muffle was uncalled for, this jacket is really quite snug and comfy. Much better than that dress. Do I get to keep it? Hey this is a spiffy looking building. So clean and sterile. Very hospitally. Are you boys in a medical field or something?”

The doors at the rear of the building slam shut, and the man’s muffled voice can be heard receding inside.  

[damecharlie]

(( rofl rofl rofl I'm laughing so hard I'm hacking!!))

dame has gone through a lot of new and different things her first several hours here. She has had her first evaluations, of which she will talk to her therapist/doctor about tomorrow, has had a full physical as well, in prime condition, which isn't surprising considering she went to the doctor not that long ago, they have also spoken to her family doctor on the phone so he could give them any medical history or records needed. She has been given an official tour of the hospital, met most of the patients on her ward and attended an orientation class or two. She has also already been introduced to a group meeting. Now she is in the cafeteria for dinner, one of the only places where they let most of the wings mingle and where both genders are allowed together. dame feels a little overwhelmed. sweatdrop  

[Flame Knightmaer]

-having been working basically all week around the clock searching for any leads on Icys disappearance and Livs brief appearance, he was sitting in his personal office/residence, feet kicked up on his desk relaxing with a drink. He'd been slacking lately, occupied with dame and hoping Icy was just off on one of her known disappearing acts. But her stint was rolling over into the third month and still no sign of her anywhere. He mentally kicked himself for the nth time for not following his gut feeling that something was wrong and for letting his work, yet again, pile up on him and pawning things off on the guys.

He was a bit surprised at how quickly he fell back into his old routines around his office since he'd been pratically living underground with dame for over a month now. He mentally kicked himself again for that, knowing something was wrong with Icy, not to mention shacking up was something he wasn't real big on. Sighing heavily, he refilled his tumbler with his favorite, Single Barrel and stood, stretching and walking from behind his desk. To the right side of his living quarters next to the door stood a tack board, filled with survaillance photos of Icy and Lo in the bar at MW. He just couldn't make heads of why Liv was nowhere in any of the survaillance feeds yet there was a weeks worth of feeds for Lo. It made no sense. You'd think Liv and Lo were Siamese Twins b/c neither went anywhere w/o the other.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groaned and shook his head, hating that nothing was coming together like he wanted. Soon his phone rings and brings him out of his chaotic thoughts. Striding quickly to his desk, he picks it up, sliding it open and sees it's a text message. Reading it, he furrows his brow and slides it close, swallowing the rest of his drink in fluid motion. Slamming the glass on his desk, he grabs his jacket, lid and keys, slipping his phone in his pocket on his way out his office. Locking up, he hops on his bike and zooms into traffic, heading out of Geezerville for Livs hometown-

Msg from Horne

Stubbs and I are in Chessex. Flame, you need to get here. NOW.

 

[damecharlie]

((Sparks, this is for me and you. wink lol. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnzHtm1jhL4))  

[FireSpark]

((I'll have to watch it later, when I have a comp with sound. Looks funny though. Head's up, more rolling out. rofl ))

Billy the Orderly looked utterly exhausted as he forcefully escorted his newest responsibility into the dining room. The man he was half dragging along was looking all over, now dressed in soft blue pants with a red shirt, was waving and smiling at people as he passed them, whether they saw him or not. And the entire time he was being led, the man chattered away incessantly.

“My, look at all these people, and in such diverse states too. Why, it’s like a little microcosm of humanity in here. Although I suppose that’s a little redundant then, little microcosm. Though I suppose microcosm doesn’t exactly have a scale per se.”

Coming to a small and currently unused table, the orderly pulled a chair back, and plunked his charge down into it. The man almost seemed surprised at the fact that he had stopped moving.

“Now Billy, you’re looking as happy as that large woman with the rubber gloves. But at least she had redeeming quality of being surprisingly gentle in work. Come on, give us a grin. Just a little one?”

The orderly stared at the patient for moment with flat eyes.

“Don’t move. I’ll be back with your food in a minute.”

The man called after his keeper as he left. “Food? First fresh clothes, then a bed to sleep in, and now food. This place is wondrous. Most deserving of a fine review. Much better if you’d lighten up a bit.”

Looking around the room a bit, twiddling his thumbs and smiling to his heart’s content, the man caught sight of a young woman. Very bright hair, sullen face, and trying desperately not to look at him. Naturally, he raised a hand and wiggled his fingers towards her.

“Hello.”

A swat from the orderly knocked his hand down, which didn’t seem to affect the man’s disposition.

“You were told not to bother the other patients. Keep this up and you’ll have to eat alone. Now eat.”

That news did seem to dampen the man’s spirits slightly, if only for a moment.

“Oh, fine. You’re such a rain cloud, you know that.”

The man picked up a plastic spork and proceeded to poke at the food on his tray.

“Billy. What is all this?”

The orderly rolled his eyes, “It’s food, now eat it.”

“Oh, I realize I’m supposed to eat it, but what was it? And what were its crimes to deserve this?”

The orderly sighed loudly, and rubbed his eyes. Quietly he pleaded with the man.

“Just eat it. Please?”

But the man was already happily chewing away.  

[damecharlie]

dame looks down quickly when the man makes eye contact with her, staring down at her food. However, before she looks completely away, she notices the movement of his hand, when she darts her eyes back up, the orderly is knocking the man's hand down and she hears a faint, "Hello."

dame mumbles a "Hello" back to him and slightly moves her fingers. She pokes at her food a moment while eavesdropping on the man and his orderly. She holds back a chuckle and a genuine smile when the patient calls the hospital personnel a rain cloud. biggrin  

[FireSpark]

The man finally finished his food, and was in the process of cleaning out his dessert dish when his minder tried to take his tray away. Before the orderly could, the man slammed his hands down onto it.

“WAIT!”

The man turned to the orderly, lifted his empty dessert dish, and tapped the rim of it with his spork.

“What was this stuff? This gooey, not really cold, not really warm, yellowy stuff. What is it?”

The orderly stared impassively back at the man.

“It’s called pudding. Can I have the tray now?”

The man leaned back looking very well pleased with himself for no apparent reason.

“Pudding? What an appropriate name. Pudding. Such a soft and squishy word isn't it? Puh-ood-duh-ing. Love it. Absolutely love it.” Suddenly he darted a hand forward stopping the orderly from taking the tray again. “I’ll make you a deal Billy. You fetch me more of this pudding stuff, and it’s likely that I’ll be to busy enjoying to talk. Eh?”

The orderly stared for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

“Fine. Don’t move.”

The man leaned back in his chair as he watched the orderly head for the kitchen to drop off the tray.

“Well then.”

As soon as the orderly was out of sight the man hoped up from his chair and strolled across the dining area. Along the way he snatched up an untouched apple from the tray of someone that was asleep and drooling into their lap. He polished it once on his sleeve, and then took a large crunchy bite from it as he plopped himself into an empty chair at the same table as the pink haired girl. He leaned back in it as nonchalantly as he could manage, and when he spoke up, he still hadn’t finished chewing.

“Sho, what er you doin hare?”

He paused, swallowed, then tried again.

“Sorry bout that, still getting a little used to all this. So, what are you doing here of all places?”


((God I love this character already, and I'm only five posts into him. blaugh ))  

[damecharlie]

(( xd I'm glad, hon.))

dame flushes as the man sits down abruptly, apple flesh sputtering about as he talks. She sits back a bit and swallows the bite in her mouth. "Well," she says in a soft voice, "I came here to get help...I just arrived this morning and checked myself in..." She doesn't quite look him in the eyes and fiddles with her food with the fork.  

[FireSpark]

The girl was soft spoken, and though she didn’t seem afraid of him, neither did she seem to want to engage him. He finished his current mouthful of apple.

“Help? Well, help can found in lots of places, can’t it. There’s help you can get when you’re locked out of your house, and help for when you get lost. But this place...”

He gestures around the room, and the people sitting and walking around in it.

“This place is mostly for people who don’t even know they need help. Heck, look at them. Only half aware of what or who, or where they really are. And those that are aware aren't here for help. They're here because they’re scared and trying to hide. Frightened of a world they can’t understand, and afraid of what it wuold be like if they did understand it. Me, I don’t know a lot of things, and I’m just peachy with that.”

Tossing the used apple core over his shoulder, the man wipes his hand on his shirt.

“They’re calling me John, as in John Doe. Apparently that’s what they call people who don’t have a name. And I don’t have a name. But you can call me Daniel. Or Dan. Or Danny. Or I suppose you could call me Your Royal Highness, King of the Tomato People. But Daniel just sounds easier, doesn’t it?”

Daniel extends his hand out to the young woman across from him.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”  

[Lil Brat]

((Lol ~ fun to read, Firespark, and glad you're enjoying yourself.))

((*Glomps dame*))  

[damecharlie]

((-glomps Brat back-))

dame raises an eyebrow neutral at him carelessly tossing his apple onto the lunchroom floor but takes his hand anyway, shaking it firmly, with more strength than you would think a soft spoken girl of her height could muster, "I'm dame, damecharlie. 5th in command out of the Most Wanted ladies...though," she looks up and around at the building, "I suppose that don't mean much here," her slight Southern drawl slipping through. She drops their handshake, "The pleasure's all mine." dame grins at him, eyes giving a glimmer of their previous glitter, the way the sparkled before all the s**t happened to her and she felt the need to check in.

She sits back in her chair, gaze going back down to her tray, fork piddlin' around in the mush, "There are a lot of things I don't know either, friend, and that usually sits just fine with me until I get a hankerin' for something. Or it eats at me that I gotta know something. 3nodding "  

[FireSpark]

“Well Dame, can I call you just Dame? Dame, you sound like you were doing something right with an impressive sounding title like that. Though considering you were Most Wanted, maybe you were doing something wrong? In which case, hiding in here would be a good idea. Either way, I can definitely tell you, if you find something eating at you, you will know it, I guarantee. Not a happy experience, tell you me. In fact, should you ever, wuh oh.”

Daniel stops his rambling as he spies Billy the Orderly headed his way with a tray in his hand, and a glower on his face. Daniel’s eyes shift back and forth quickly, then he grins again, and leans in close to Dame for a moment to whisper.

“Just roll with it.”

Leaping to his feat, he flings his arms wide as the orderly approached.

“Billy my boy, you have returned! And with what you had promised, as well! Excellent, most excellent. I think I shall henceforth dub you, Billy the Pudding Master. And you’re just in time too. Billy, this Dame. Dame, this is the Pudding Master.”

Billy slid the tray onto the table, and lowered a finger at Daniel.

“Mr. Doe, three things.”

“Wait, what? Three what? I believe the title of Pudding Master has already gone to your head.”

Billy seemed to be on the verge of seething, “One: Stop calling me that.”

Daniel puts on the glummest and saddest face he could manage, “Oh all right.”

“Two: I’m pretty sure I told you not to move.”

“Oh, yes, well, yes. Maybe. How are you so certain that I did the moving? Is it not possible that everything else suddenly shifted several meters to the left while you were gone?”

“No. It isn’t.”

“Ah.”

“And Three: The Director explicitly stated, that you are not to bother other patients.”

“Billy, I’m shocked. I’ll have you know that I am having quite the pleasant conversation with the young lady. Much better than you for certain. But alas, I could not be expected to wait until you came around your senses. Your loss I suppose, but we can still be friends if you wantaaaaHHHH!!”

“What?! Jeeze.”

Daniel gestures violently at the tray on the table, which holds not one but three small dishes of pudding. They are all different colors, and none are yellow.

“What is this? What happened to this pudding?!”

Billy rubbed his eyes and sighed to himself.

“They were out of the banana stuff, so I just grabbed a bunch of different flavors.”

Daniel’s eyes go wide as he looks at the various dishes on the table, and then he gasps like an excited school girl.

“It comes in different flavors?!”

Grabbing Billy by the shoulders, he gives the orderly a massive.

”Oh Billy, you lovely man you. I could kiss you right now!”

“I rather you didn’t. Just eat your desserts, and then it’ll be time for curfew.”

“As you command, oh Pudding Master. I shall obey.”

Billy sighs at the name, but then bends over behind Daniel and comes back up with the apple core. Daniel seems to feel the stare through the back of his head.

“Hey, don’t look at me. You didn’t bring me an apple. Just pudding.”

As the orderly sighs again, and finally wanders off, Daniel gets ready to dig into the puddings.

“If nothing else, this trip has granted me knowledge of the almighty pudding. May they never stop making the stuff. Oh, but where are my manners? Friend Dame, would you care for some of this glorious treat? Apparently it comes in various flavors, and Pudding Master Billy has brought us brown, pink, and white. See anything you care for?”

((This is probably last chance I'll have till tonight. Man it's fun doing this again.))  

[ThisEmptySoul]

{{You'll be glad to know that EE, unlike the other threads, has a time dilation field that allows for people to spend a few days on one incident, whereas the other threads, unless otherwise specified, often move in "real time". Though, dame might have already explained this to you and I'm just being redundant at this point.}}