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Dolores had been almost a week in Rosewood now and she was already feeling bored. Usually, the first weeks where a thrill, usually filled with lots of new people to talk to, to the point where she usually didn’t bother to keep track. But this was different, it was… dull. And unsettling. Everything seemed toned down— for an asylum, that is— and in every corner she turned to, silence followed her and crept behind her. She didn’t like it. Silence only showed the contrast between the real world and the loudness of her mind. The words ‘fire’ and ‘burn’ popping up in her brain through most of her inner monologue. She needed to get a Zippo to fiddle with soon. Maybe she could persuade Spaceman to get her one, but it was highly unlikely.
With a sigh, the blonde decided to lurk the hallways and common areas again; maybe she could find something to distract her from her thoughts of riot and destruction, yet she didn’t help much hope for that to happen. Turning around the corner, she spotted another girl walking. She didn’t seem interesting but she needed a shiny new toy to pass time. Dolores put on a confused face and slowed down her own pace until she accidentally bumped into the other girl. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She spoke, her voice tainted with slight confusion and an anxiety she never personally felt but seemed suitable. “I think I’m lost. I’m sure I passed this hallway two times already.” She said biting her lip softly as she considered her performance was going smoothly. “Would you mind showing me around?” She asked after she scanned the other girl’s face for any sign of emotion.
Dawdling around the hallways, a preferred pass time when she wasn’t gazing out of windows, Scout kept her gase loosely focused on her feet. Having her eyesight down here meant she completely missed the woman walking towards her until she bumped into her. Stammering out a startled apology, Scout looked up at the unfamiliar face. “Oh gosh, sorry, I really should stop zoning out and look where I am walking.” Listing, Scout let her face become pleasant and friendly, nodding slightly. “Of course, no problem. Your new right? I’m Scout by the way.” Smiling, she stuck out her hand. “So how are you liking Rosewood? I don’t think its too bad, but I have nothing to compare it too.”
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Picking up her boots, Scout flicked some dried mud off them with her forefinger, before dropping them back to the floor. The unshakable feeling of boredom was setting in. It seemed to seep out from the walls, through her skin and into her bones.
Almost three months. Thats how long she had been here. Her progress was ‘promising’. Promising, but getting no where. She was still a risk to herself and others. Mainly to herself, seeing as she still wouldn’t talk about what had happened. So, she wandered around the halls and grounds, enjoying the warmer weather.
..That’s one way of looking at it. That’s how I look at it. It’s now just an addiction though.
Lucky you. Any subject you really liked?
What’s an addiction?
English, surprise surprise, and art. What was your favorite subject?
[Sitting on a side table in a hallway, Scout rested her head on the wall behind her, gazing up at the join between the wall and the ceiling opposite her, musing over things.]
I think I need a new doctor… Or I should just start going to appointments…
I assume you aren’t referring to the toddlers toiletries, Pampers, then.
The what?
