made to be broken | open

[tarquin finley ellis]

He'd done it to himself. He'd given his reasons, allowed any of this to be wiped free from his thoughts as to any type of grudge because he wanted it. This was his way of coping, at least for a few days. A place to sleep that wouldn't be startled, somewhere he didn't need to face the reality. A way to hold himself back from his own desire to slip into someone's bed or drug himself into oblivion. He had that here. It was probably something that Quinn hadn't thought over enough, but he supposed that now, even after two days it was still the right thing to have done. A great hiding spot, wasn't it?

The worst part is the fact that he doesn't think he feels guilt over what he'd done to be put here. Yes, Quinn had told them it was an accident, he'd been overly stressed out -- the stressed part was very much true -- and it had just happened. He had set fire to a room with someone in it. The one real problem with that was the fact the guy shouldn't have been in there in the first place. Quinn had circled back to the sound of screaming, and it wasn't a pretty sight, seeing the guy burning, writhing on the floor. A quick snap of the neck that he'd explained away as being merciful had felt way too good to be entirely true. The guy probably could have survived.

Quinn had needed time and now he had it. Even with the urges to leave, he knew deep down it wasn't the best thing for him just yet. There were too many complications, and shattered pieces still needed to be picked back up and glued together. It was still a mess within Quinn's mind; they'd broken something he didn't think he could fix. But Quinn doesn't fix things. He knows it, and he's accepted that. He's far better at breaking things, and he's pretty sure he's already done a fair share of that so far. He's locked here with only his own thoughts for comfort, but there's none to be found. Maybe it's better that way.

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Thaleia couldn't hear them telling her she was getting too violent, that she needed to settle down. And even if she could, she'd tell them it was their own fault. They were the ones pitting her against other people. She could have been anywhere in the world, but she was here, locked away like some animal. 'She isn't violent unless you hurt her' her nanny had signed as she spoke to the head of the hospital. Guess they hadn't listened to the latter. Now they had a nurse with a broken jaw and another with a broken shoulder.

"You'll be let out when you settle down, Thaleia." The nurse told her, handcuffing her in front so her arms wouldn't be behind her back as she sat. Thaleia wouldn't have had a problem with being in here until she saw the boy across the room from her. She drew her knees up close, dropping her face into them. She guessed it didn't matter how old you were; the whole 'if I can't see you, you aren't there' thing applied in every situation.

'I'm never getting out of here..' She thought, scratching her palm with her finger nail. 'He stays on his side of the room and I'll stay on mine and maybe they won't put anyone else in here with us..'

[tarquin finley ellis]

Two days in and they had put someone else in the room. He'd been sprawled out on the floor when the nurse had brought the female in, and of course Quinn didn't care too much to get up or do much more then watch the proceedings with annoyed eyes. He did not want other people in here; wasn't that the whole point of this? Quinn's mood turned sour fast, but there wasn't a reason to do anything about it just yet. He doesn't remember the female from anything, though he's probably seen her here or there around the place. Quinn wasn't very social though. Wasn't a surprise that he wouldn't know her.

And she did not seem much for talking either, from the look of her position she'd taken up after the nurse had gone away. Quinn couldn't have asked for a better roommate then this, if she really wasn't going to bother him. Of course he did want to be alone right now, but if he had to have someone in the area, better this then someone who wanted to rant or complain. Or someone who still wanted to do damage, because as much as Quinn was okay with that, he figured that the staff would be very displeased if he killed someone else or any of that. They'd probably drug him up if he got into a fight in here.

Either way, he had no intention of so much as talking to the female across the room from him. He would consider her to be no more then a decorative plant in the room to be ignored. So he looked away, up at the ceiling for a few minutes before closing his eyes to think some more. He wasn't worried in here with another person, no matter the reason, because well, Quinn had an ego. He figured he could take her down if it came to that. He doesn't think it will.

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Thaleia suddenly got very hot and leaned back against the wall, tugging her wrists. The one nurse who'd known sign language had told her it was just a symptom, that it was going to go away. But it hadn't gotten any better. Her bright blue eyes trailed over to the boy, tempted to see what pain she could inflict on him without touching him. She eventually decided against it, leaning up to see what it was he was looking at. Nothing? Maybe. Not that she could ask anyways. He didn't seem bright enough to know how to talk with his hands, let alone not get aggravated when she couldn't respond to him.

She leaned back against the wall again, more irked than angry that she only had on one shoe. Thaleia looked as bad as she felt right about now. Her long dark hair was half out of the ponytail she'd put it in this morning, her knees and hands were scraped from being shoved by the nurses, one leg of her jeans were ripped off, and half her shirt was missing. 'How attractive..' She thought, carefully removing the lone shoe with her foot so it wouldn't go flying across the room and hit the boy. She gently nudged it into the corner, then went back to tugging on the handcuffs around her wrists.

'I hate this..' She thought. She'd read of others getting out of these things, but she couldn't figure out how. Using a bobby pin seemed promising, but it also seemed too good to be true. Thaleia sighed and closed her eyes, chewing on her lip in annoyance. 'Today can't get any better..'

[tarquin finley ellis]

When it came to heat as a symptom, the female had nothing on Quinn. But he had adapted, and it really wasn't bad at all. He had more of an excuse not to wear shirts -- he didn't like them very much -- and that worked for him. Plus not needing to carry around a lighter was nice too, though speaking of lighters, he hasn't had a cigarette in two days after they confiscated his last pack, and that sent him into an irritable nicotene withdrawal. He was trying not to think about that right now, because if he started in on that, he'd suddenly feel the craving for cocaine, too. At least he'd been trying to get off that for a little while before this, so that wasn't quite as bad.

Quinn's intelligence had nothing to do with if he had been taught to speak with his hands. The option had never come up -- he'd been homeschooled -- and he'd spent most of his free time in various martial arts classes or, well, fucking Roman. Learning other languages hadn't come up. English and some lapses of Gaelic, that's all he could offer. It was a mercy that he wasn't even very accented, considering his parents had moved to the U.S. from Ireland. None of that really matters too much here, but there it was anyway. As for getting aggravated if the female couldn't respond to him? Um, hello? Anti-social here. He'd be thrilled she couldn't talk.

He doesn't care what she looks like, she could have come in covered in green goo -- which could very well happen in a place like this -- and he wouldn't have batted an eyelash. He supposed she could have been attractive, but his mind wasn't on those things. He had no more interest to give, honestly. Quinn wouldn't even want to try. Anyway, his last and only sexual interaction with a female hadn't been all too pleasant, and that tends to stick with you. Doesn't mean he'd give up if there had been a female that he had been interested in, but it wasn't making him go far out of his way in that area. It would be okay in regards to friends if he even wanted those. He didn't. He was quite content pretending the female on the other side of the room didn't even exist.

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Thaleia laid down against the wall, drawing one of her knees up. She fished around in her pocket, dumping out whatever was in them. A couple of coins her nanny had gotten her from her trip to Greece, a flower the little red head that had been running around and went randomly missing had given her, a pen missing it's tip and cap. She stuffed the coins and flower back, plucking up the pen from the floor. She wiggled the ink cartridge out, sticking it into the key hole. She wiggled it around, but only succeeded in getting a bunch of blue ink on the cuff and herself. Not that it mattered. Her clothes were ruined anyways.

She whimpered in annoyance, tossing the pen back to the floor. She fished in her other pocket, but only had a scrap of paper with someone's number on it -who's, she didn't remember- and a ticket with her last purchase on it. And to be fair, the coffee hadn't even been that good. There wasn't anything to hook the cuffs on, and she wasn't about to ask the boy to come play with them and see if he could get them open. She'd sooner be content with the things staying on.

Thaleia turned on her side, resting her forehead against the wall in an attempt to at least cool off a little. She could have sworn her blood was literally boiling. It wasn't a fever, she didn't think. Fevers made you cold, right? And she felt like she was standing on the sun. She looked at her hand, then pressed it to the wall, wrinkling her nose at the blue hand print left. 'How much more trouble can you get into?' She thought, starting to draw lines on the wall with her finger.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He could probably get lost in thought and forget someone was even in the room, since the female was being blessedly quiet. At least for the most part. Some scuffling and shifting around, the funny little sound that was made when the pen ink exploded. Little stuff that made no difference to him whatsoever. Quinn could possibly take a nap like this, though he wasn't the most fond of falling asleep across from someone he didn't know. It was a restraint room, so that alone told Quinn that she had some reason for being here. Could be anything. Which was fine while he was awake, but with all the crazy shit people could do in this place, Quinn would rather keep an eye open.

Quinn heard the whimpering sound, and it grated at his nerves. Not in a bad way, no. More like he wanted to cause the sound again. He wanted to be the reason for it. Pretty morbid thought, but he always had a thing for screamers. Or any little sound from others that was associated with pain. Messed up, but there it was. Part of how he ticked or whatever. Of course the sound had caused him to look over for a moment, but he wasn't really interested in why. A moment of simple curiousity. Handcuffs. Well that would do it. Frustrating things, those. He'd melted his own right off. Not that he could offer the same to the female even if he wanted to be nice. It would burn her pretty badly either way he did it, so that was out. She'd have to deal with it.

And boredom was fast sinking in, and all this was making Quinn restless. Holding still wasn't his thing, and a nap was certianly out with this new roommate. That didn't leave a whole lot of options for him. Obnoxious, but there were still things he could do. Like practice. That wouldn't be a bad idea and he needed to stop slacking, no matter what kind of stressful or fucked up situation he found himself in. Practicing would help. So with a light yawn, he shifted to sit up and started some slow stretching, just taking his time, because in here it was all he had. Time and more time. So he continued that for a bit, then got to his feet to do a few more things. After that was out of the way, he went into a few slow Aikido moves, focusing more on the flow rather then speed right now. Keep calm, that was the idea for now. Move, breathe.... endure.

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Thaleia continued to make lines on the wall, making a couple of stick people before her inky hand wouldn't draw anymore. She couldn't hear the boy moving behind her. He was still laying down as far as he she knew. She clenched her teeth together as she tried to wiggle out of the cuffs again. But like she'd assumed, no dice. It was about as good as trying to hold a vocal conversation with someone.

She let her breath out between her teeth, closing her eyes. This was awful. She wasn't even in a room with someone she could talk to. Or someone who seemed like they wanted anything to do with anyone else. The boy seemed happy on his side of the room. And yeah, she was fine on her side too. But still. Having something to do would have been nice too. If she sat and thought about it, though, she'd realize that even having someone in the room who wanted to converse wouldn't have been the same for her as it would be for them. Not unless they were deaf too. That'd be playing on the same field.

Thaleia finally turned over, realizing now that the boy wasn't just up, but up and moving. Something was graceful about it. But equally as terrifying. Like he could kill and you'd never know you were dead. Her blue eyes watched him intently. Graceful and delicate had never been her thing. She'd fall down a flight of stairs, wake an entire neighbor hood breaking vases. She'd probably made her dog howl enough times by stepping on it. Not that she'd meant to. Whatever heat had washed over her was gone as quickly as it'd came, and she closed her eyes. 'Finally..' She thought, lacing her hands together over her stomach. She'd always despised being hot. At least when she was cold, there was a million blankets to cover up with.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The drawing on the wall thing was weird. It doesn't make him pause at all, though it seemed like an odd thing to do regardless. However, they were in this room for awhile and they were bound to get bored of the sitting in silence thing. Not that Quinn was heeding that, since he was up and moving by now. Keeping somewhat busy and having his mind occupied by something. There was enough concentration in his moves and reflexes, and it was more an issue to move slowly then fast. It was about holding oneself back, which wasn't quite Quinn's best trait. Seeing all of it done with speed; that was probably pretty interesting to an outside observer. And it was second nature to him.

Just not right now, he was keeping it slow,, focusing on each twitch of muscle it took in which to move. It was a way to ensure if a mistake were made, he could go back, fix and redo it. It kept his mind busy, though not so much that he didn't notice when he was being watched. Didn't matter though, this was something he was used to enough from when he'd been in classes. There wasn't anywhere to hide away when in a room full of other people. At least when he had to actually interact with them it was usually to kick some ass. Always a fun thing. Wasn't much of that going on here, at least not in play. He was quick to start real fights though. Or he had been. Guess he was back to that now. Good thing he didn't target females...

Not that she was irritating him enough to cause a fight, rather that if it were a male on the other side of the room, Quinn would try to start a fight to see what they had, find out more of them -- much could be learned from the way a person fought -- and well, it would waste some time and Quinn was quite often willing to throw down for the hell of it. Wouldn't happen today though. Or he didn't think it would. The walls were coming down enough to fight a female if it came to that, but it didn't all change in a day. Might be a few more days to cross that line. Yet there would be some big lines that Quinn would eventually end up crossing. He just didn't know it yet.