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Happy 35th Birthday Christian Lowe ( August 20th ) !!

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calliexwhittaker :

“I’m beginning to think that I need to invest in some packing tape,” Callie mumbled out in reply. Out of all the people that had to sit next to her, she had to get the man who liked to hear the sound of his own voice. “Are you always this talkative or is this just your attempt at trying to annoy the hell out of me?” she asked. “In response to that. I punched some guy in the face and he had money. It was either this or jail time,” she told him, deciding to keep her diagnosis to herself. “Jokes on you, because I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m just trying to take a fucking nap.” 

“Oh, I’m annoying you? How come I didn’t notice?” Christian gasped theatrically before sinking back into the usual game. “Another one who is here instead of jail time! How unique and new, I have never heard that before, wow! You’re like the seventh one to be here for that reason, no need to be so mysterious about it. You’re just like everyone else.” Some of us actually murdered someone to end up here, not just be a bitch and punch them for money.. “You’re trying to take nap in the fucking cafeteria? How much of a god damn imbecile can you be? God, I hope that guy punched you back.”

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haileexthompson :

Hailee wasn’t equipped to deal with these kind of situations, and ever since she’d come to Glendale, she hadn’t had the need to. Everyone had been nice to her, either out of fear or Mason or because they were actually nice people. This meant that Mason hadn’t come out to play yet, and Hailee had a feeling they were itching for it. As the man went on about her, his mocking clear, his stance a bit worrying as he towered over her she shivered. Before she could say no she felt like she was being shoved backwards and she knew Mason was forcing their way out, and she was gone. This time they stood up straighter, eyes narrowed. “Didn’t your mother teach you it’s rude to pick on girls.” They said, voice hoarse, lower as they advanced on them. “You seem to know quite a bit about poor Hailee, or at least you think you do.” they smirked, a low chuckle escaping their lips as they looked around casually, wondering just what they could use to beat this poor mans head in. 

Christian knew that the shift was supposed to frighten him but it was, say, disappointing. “Oh, my mother taught me to pick on try-hard skanks who think they’re something special.” The Welshman smiled, a honeydew smile that was unnatural on his face. “Multiple personalities, hm? And you must be the asshole persona. When so I get to meet the timid one? Oh wait, I already did. How about the one that’s the brain of the operation? What a special snowflakes you all must be.” Perhaps this alter was used to people being afraid and the being altogether tried to get that out of the soulless psychopath. There was another thing coming. “Ooh I’m so scared. With a face like that I’d rather pull myself into the noose so don’t even try to be threatening. Couldn’t she take care of things herself? A poor little girl who just wants everyone to feel sorry for her and then you appear when she doesn’t get the pity party she wants?” Quite honestly, it was irritating. these kinds of people could never have a consistent conversation and every time they were losing an argument they’d switch out like a god damn pokemon. “ I don’t care what you have to say, please go bother someone else who might actually think you’re unique and scary. I don’t have time to play games between the Pretentious, the Bad, and the Ugly.”

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deirdrefrank :

“I’m glad you think I have manners, thank you. I don’t expect you to humiliate or degrade me now. I just wanted to put a face to the name on your schedule. I hope you stop by sometime.”

“It is very likely I will never stop by. I do not enjoy spending time with people who try to label me as a nuisance to society. And I’m quite sure you wouldn’t enjoy working with me either.”

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dxfrench :

Dakota wasn’t interested in spending their first session trying to pry her way into his brain, she wanted to establish a form of trust, a conversation that would feel natural for both. At the time she wasn’t going to be his doctor, just someone to listen, to talk to and voice opinions. Nodding she relaxed, deciding to give up on writing notes, she could memorize whatever she needed to. Crossing her legs she watched his face. 

“Exactly, it’s all about the money, well that and who you know.” she agreed. She’d read his file, there were notes about control, about how he could be manipulative, he probably prided himself on his ability to read people and push them. “I’m not sure how to describe it, I feel emotions, but not in a normal sense, I’m not psychotic if that’s what you’re wondering. I have an emotional detachment disorder, so joy, anger, things like that aren’t easy to come by, most of the time I’m neutral.” she said with a shrug, failing to see the harm in explaining it to him. “Some of the people in here I question the need, I mean I met one guy who was diagnosed with “anger issues” that got him out of jail time.” she scoffed, a bit annoyed by that fact. “Well i’m glad to hear it.” she said with a nod. “And you don’t make me want to rip my hair out and scream, so I think we’re both off to a very good start.”

A doctor with her own emotional issues... It was strange. There wasn’t much that could surprise the Welshman anymore, everything he had seen so far had placed him in a constant state of ‘everyone deserves to die’ but this one for once seemed... Normal. To his standards. “I see. And it hasn’t affected your job in a negative way I’m sure. There are far too many doctors who get emotionally attached to their patients, trusting that with their help a basket case might get better. Those always make me laugh.” Of course he loved watching fear flare in his doctors’ eyes but sometimes it was good to have a more grounded conversation, something that didn’t turn into ‘i will rip your tongue out’ and just stay on the neutral side. “Ah, those. The ones who say they’re crazy but end up crying as soon as something doesn’t go their way. I’ve met those. And don’t get me started on the staff, Over a half of them should be admitted instead of supervising. Why don’t we hire more people like you? Factual, professional, people who don’t let their heat rule over their mind.” He smiled at her straightforwardness as well, his head tilting to the side as he scanned over her face. “I am curious why did you choose Glendale? I’m sure there are no raving reports from here.”

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dxfrench :

“Well there would be no point in defending them, you have your opinions on them, and it’s not my job to try and change that.” she said with a shrug as she wrote down some notes. Dakota had read on previous sessions he’d had, it was all in his file and frankly she was a bit bored with how the doctor’s had done things, they were suggesting and not listening, it was obvious he wanted to talk instead of having someone throwing judgment at him. 

“Ah, one of the perks of being filthy rich, it has a tendency to make all problems disappear doesn’t it.” she mused with a nod. Leaning back in her chair she smirked. “I’ve always had a curiously about the human brain, how many different ways it can make a person tick ,why would I want to work with sane people, when I can work with people I can learn from instead.” she explained as she crossed her legs and set her notebook aside. “Although I must admit, i’ve never considered myself completely sane myself, years of research has taught me that I personally have trouble with emotions, so working with people in the same sort of field, keeps me grounded.”

Her lax and nonjudgmental nature made Christian smile. This session had already went on for more than five minutes which was quite honestly a record by now. “I appreciate it, truly.” They were empty words but were as reassuring as any other. But even if she had a new touch on the matters, Christian felt some small nagging at the back of his brain. Now he would have to explain his actions. He read about psychiatrists and therapists on the internet, and they always wanted to bring up childhood and environmental stressors when they tried to delve into the origins of fucked up mind. It was not a pleasant thing to think about.

“They who say money can’t buy happiness have always been broke.” Christian confirmed with a small bow of his head. He listened to her words carefully, paying attention to the way she spoke. He also enjoyed the human mind but in a different way that she did. His delving went mostly into how to break someone, how to hurt them psychologically. Leaving mental wounds that would never heal and drive someone to the brink of insanity. He had already done it to some people and now? There was one of those here in Glendale, and just because the Welshman happened to start a fire. “You have a limited arsenal of emotions? Welcome to the club, darling.” Though her lack of them might have been for different reasons than his - She didn’t seem like a psychopath. “I must agree with you, being around sane individuals can be quite dull. But there has to be a fine line between a simply pathetic being like the children in here, and someone who could be labeled as ‘insane’, don’t you think?” He paused and crossed his hands calmly, uncrossing his legs and leaning forth on them to look his therapist in the eye. “Perhaps I could indeed find myself coming to these sessions after all. You do not cause me these urges to break your fingers and forcefully dislocate your jaw.”

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ryanxgdi :

“Oh, I - God, sorry. That’s - huh, okay, that’s probably not my room.” He hesitated, body half-twisted towards the door, almost as if in an attempt to just leave again immediately. “No, you’re right, uh, not my room. Sorry, man. Uh, new guy. Sorry. I’m supposed to be - actually, I have no idea where I’m supposed to be. I thought there’d be, like, a tour.”

“You are rambling. Calm down, I haven’t even threatened to kill you yet.” Brows furrowed and arms crossed. Some people just talked so much and Christian preferred to leave the talking to either the bedroom or colorful threats, not everyday situations. “There has never been a proper tour. Sometimes you just stumble upon someone who thinks it’s a nice gesture. I can show you as far at the cafeteria if you truly desire to go on a tour.” It was nearly time for dinner anyway, and even if Christian didn’t enjoy sitting in a room filled with brooding, crocodile-teared people, he had to eat. “You my find a guard there, to show you where you should be. Just let me put some trousers on, yes?”

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joshua-toress :

Jeremiah covered his face. He was trying to get used to things, trying not to get lost every day though obviously that was proven more difficult. “ uh - trying to find my room. Wasn’t s-staring -” Though maybe he was, hi bright face giving that away. “I d-don’t even know your roommate.”

“Another new one, a lost sheep. How sad.” The dark man spoke in a slow tone, indicating that he was bored. Perhaps irritated that he had missed the new arrivals, a prime moment to mess with them. “Perhaps you should have memorized your room number, hm? Can’t be that difficult, can it?” He mocked, running a hand through his hair to get the messy locks to calm down.

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alecelliot :

Alec opened the door and took a few steps in, but froze suddenly at the sight of the older gentleman. “Sorry, man, sorry. I really was lookin’ for Tristan. I uh- I didn’t mean to see you… changin’.” The blonde’s wide blue eyes tore away from the dark haired man and he stared off at the wall. He didn’t like the look of the man’s eyes once they’d settled on him. The feeling surrounding the man felt dark, darker than Tristan, and even the accent with which the strange spoke made Alec want to leave. “I’ll just, uh, leave you be.” He took a step backwards, back towards the doorway.

“i wasn’t changing, love. I was relaxing. There is a difference there somewhere.” He was surprised that anyone was looking for Tristan. That man seemed to be disliked by the majority - Which wasn’t a problem for Christian. At least there weren’t strange people in their room, breathing at the designer clothes that he was allowed to keep. “Why would you be looking for him? He is certainly not that interesting. A thug, and not one of the ones you might even respect.” The Welshman did catch the younger blonde backing away from him, but it didn’t bring out any emotions. There were those who saw him and ran away as fast as they could. Those who started screaming. Those who went into a full blown panic - So backing away wasn’t anything new. “Ah, I’m not interesting company? and here I thought we were going to get to know each other. Pity.”

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guard-cavanaugh :

Caine retained a collected expression, his poker face unyielding now. He could predict where this conversation was going and its end destination would not fare well for Caine if he allowed his emotions to get the best of him. “Didn’t ask for your life’s story, bud.” Sure, he felt infuriated. His blood pressure was probably sky high. And if he wasn’t a well-trained person, he might explode on the patient. His dominance was being threatened and that was not something he could lose in his role as a guard. “Nice histrionics,” he commented, choosing to plead the fifth now. Sure, the patient might be the one in the wrong, but the patient was also the patient. The guard-patient relationship relied almost entirely on Caine not being his full douchebag self. Maybe half, but not the whole rendition. And so this was where he would have to reel back, especially if his job was being threatened. “Yeah?” he responded, monotonous now, although the man’s last comment did spike an alert in Caine. The paranoia of the sin he’d committed had been ruling the undertones of his life since it’d happened and he was constantly in a battle with himself, over what was rational and true and what suspicions he had that other people might know what he’d done. And now Christian planted the seed again, after Caine had just been successful with killing it off. But he remained stony, the only indication of his stress in the flare of his freckle-coated nose and the widening of his pupils, inky against the ocean hues that surrounded them.

“You didn’t ask me for my life story and yet you make such assumption about me? You are such a hypocrite.” Christian sighed audibly and rubbed his temples. It was fun to mess with people, bring their words back around to bite them. Even now the guard could just walk away, or even threaten the Welshman with solitary but it certainly seemed like the guy was begging to be dragged through the mud. And then his answers started to get shorter and less pointed, he got quiet and Christian knew he had gotten his mouse chased into a corner. He let his hands fall to his sides, dark, devious eyes slowly finding the blue ones of his tormented target. Years and years of being around people who were intimidated, scared, petrified of him had made the foreigner keen to the shift of their body. It was an useful tactic to have when you were surrounded by people who were most likely out to kill you. Even the fluorescent lights of the hospital gave away the shift of color on the guards face and Christian broke into a wide, toothy grin when his suspicions hit correct. “My, my...” He crooned and rolled his head to the side, a self-satisfied smirk never leaving his lips. “Either you’re very turned on right now, or I struck a nerve. That’s the negative side to having blue eyes, love. They tell me everything.” To punctuate his sentence, the psychopath took a step closer to the man, like a predator after his prey. Not careful, but calculated and ready to pounce. “What’s the problem? Are you uncomfortable?” Christian willed his already deep voice to go an octave lower just as he took another step towards the guard. He wasn’t touching him, only invading personal space. It was not enough of a reason to put him in solitary after all. “You’re flaring, my friend. What’s wrong?”

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deirdrefrank :

Deirdre lowered her eyes when she entered the room. “I’m sorry. I’m here to see you, actually. I haven’t had you in my office before so I came to see how you are.”

“Oh, a doctor with manners? Color me surprised.” Christian chuckled and sat down on his bed, facing the lady. “How considerate of you, darling. I have been, and am, fairly well.” There had been bumps and tumbles with his parents and businesses, and the times he had almost gone rampant and attacked people who were getting on his nerves, but it was an everyday thing even before getting admitted. “There must be some other reason you have come, no doctor or nurse ever just comes here to talk unless they wish to be degraded and humiliated.”

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marivasqxuz :

Mari’s eyes were wide as she looked around at the room she’d wandered into. Someone had been following her down the hall and she’d taken a turn and slipped into the first room she saw. She’d been surprised to find a man in the room, especially one with only half of his clothes on. “I was.. there was someone behind me, following me, I was h-hiding.” she stammered nervously. “I’m sorry..” 

the comment would have made a guard or orderly perk up but Christian had had his fair share of stalkers thorough his life. The feds mostly, but there were some enamored and vengeful individuals as well. “Here’s a suggestion; Face your follower and rip their ear off.” Gorey advice but it had worked for him in the past. Although it was usually just popping someone’s eyes -- “Or, talk to a guard. They pretend to care so perhaps you’ll find a solution.”

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rylanxsawyer :

“I’m not meaning to stare, just sort of caught me off guard. Am I in the wrong room?” Rylan asked, leaning out into the hallway in order to look at the number by the door. He had only eaten a few bites of food both at breakfast and dinner, so his mind was more foggy than usual with his medication.  “Not looking for my room mate. Just got lost. Sorry to interrupt,” he said, taking a step backwards towards the doorway.

“Ah, now that would make most people avert their eyes.” Christian hummed and smoothed out the collar of the robe, then the muss of his hair. “you got... Lost. And decided to walk into a strange room? Were you looking for someone?” Amused by the man’s backwards steps, Christian cocked his head to the side. He hadn’t tormented this one yet. How surprising. “May I at least know your name? I think I deserve that much now that your eyes have been on my naked form. A good deal, is it not?”

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calliexwhittaker :

Callie closed her eyes tight, hoping that if maybe she wished the man away he would just disappear. Unfortunately it didn’t work, and he continued to ramble on for another minute before she finally managed to lift her head from the table when he slammed his tray down. She narrowed her eyes at him, “Currently my issue is your not shutting up,” she told him. She knew what he was asking, but she couldn’t be bothered - not right now.

“My point has been made. So teen angsty, leave me alone, not in the mood, it’s not a phase mom.” Christian could swear if he rolled his eyes any more that day they would get stuck but that wouldn’t change much. Everyone was just such an idiot. “So, what, next up if I ask you what you’re doing here I hear ‘none of your business’ and ‘i’m not even supposed to be here’? Drop the act, sugar, you’re not impressing anyone. The whole tough girl charade is old and cliche.”

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kat-snxwden :

Katarina froze as she turned into the doorway. The new meds the doctor’s had put her own for her moods had her a bit hazy lately. She wasn’t sure which was was up at this point, she’d compare it to what felt like sleepwalking. Staring at the men she shook her head, trying to concentrate. “Where am I?” she asked as she stopped looking at him and around the room. It was similar to her room, she thoughts. “Your roommate?” she said a bit confused. “I’m looking for my room.” 

Christian raised a questioning brow and rolled his eyes. Another new one. People were just getting crazier and crazier every day- Or then everyone was a lunatic but most got away with it like normal people would. “Unless you have a dick, you’re completely off the course darling. This is the guys’ hallway. The ladies are one flight of stairs that way,” He gestured towards the left of the hallway. She was like one of those badly designed bots on the internet, not understanding simple things. “Now was there anything else, love? I am no shoulder to cry on but if you need someone to gouge your eyes out I’m your guy. Welcome to Glendale.”

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haileexthompson :

Hailee cocked her head to the side, keeping the smile on her face. It was a shame that people had to be so bitter, that they couldn’t enjoy anything. “Really, I mean just because you’re obviously not treated well doesn’t mean I’m not going to be, everyone already been so nice.” she said sweetly. Smirking she felt a bit of fading in her mind. “See that’s the thing, i’ve always been crazy, now i’m just surrounded by people just like me, I’d say i’m more likely to find someone to love me now more then ever.” 

An honest, evil, cackling laugh rumbled in Christians throat. His eyes crinkled around the corners as he bared a grin at her, the idiocy that was this lady. “You really think they treat you nice because they, what, like you? Oh my God you’re clueless. They’re nice because you’re a blonde little girl so naive to believe what everyone says right off the bat.” He couldn’t help the ridicule that shone through his words. Not even her added dialogue made him snort and bite his lip to keep it back. “You’re just desperate for attention aren’t you? Clutching at every string to believe someone would actually care. Pathetic. You’re the type to jump every guy that ever says one nice word to you, aren’t you? No wonder everyone is so nice if you go around with a huge ‘open’ sign between your legs.”

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apollotudor :

Apollo grinned, looking like he might actually jump on Christian at any moment. He continued to move forward when Christian sat down, letting the door close behind him. “People cry at the sight of you? Oh you’re not that scary..or maybe I just like to ignore danger when I see a hot man in a silk robe..” he purred, kneeling one knee on the edge of Christian’s bed, standing right next to the man. He let his fingers trail along the fabric, “Soft..I love silk, and black looks very nice on you..” the compliments rolled off his tongue easily, used to fanning over men to gain their affection, and their sexual attention as well.

Dark eyes followed every slightest move as the trespasser got closer. The underestimation in his voice made Christian crack a vicious smile, purely out of appreciation that he wasn’t taken as seriously as his crimes might have proven. “You have no idea how dangerous I can be, love. Don’t let the sight fool you.” He hummed, letting his eyes finally wander the kneeling sight in front of him. the compliments kept coming and they would make the sweetest girl blush but the only thing that rose to the Welshman's features was a satisfied smirk, “If you think I look nice in black, you should see me naked.” Being a stunning man as he was, Christian had no problem flaunting what he had. the compliments were nice, but there was only so much someone could say to impress him.