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Greystone, a mental health hospital. [J-rock RPG]

Who: Toshiya Where: Lounge When: 3pm Open to: Everyone It was…

Greystone, a mental health hospital. [J-rock RPG]

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Who: Toshiya
Where: Lounge
When: 3pm
Open to: Everyone
It was humid. Humid, too unpleasant, and anything he could make up that would make Toshiya give himself another reason to hate this place. Oh yes, and then there were the patients. The patients that he absolutely did -not- feel anything friendly for. Maybe it were troubles in adapting to his new environment, but it felt like he couldn't associate with anyone because they were all complete lunatics. He groaned audibly when someone actually came running by, screaming, as if to underline his thoughts. Why was he put here anyway?
Toshiya was toying with an abacus. Such a useless item but interesting enough to kill time with. How long was he going to stay here anyway? But all the while he did with the slightest bit of hope observe the other patients, hoping that maybe, maybe, there was someone like him out there, someone whom he could at least relate to. After all, he was alone here just like everybody else.
  • Toshiya smiled at that. "Ah, don't worry. I don't really believe in religion, any kind of it." Completely unlike everyone else in his environment, who often told him his atheism was going to get him right into hell, a place he didn't believe in in the first place, nor any similar places in other religions. "What kind of thoughts do they force on you then?" he asked in honest interest. Kyo was a nutcase, if he heard voices and saw people telling him to do things, but he had a feeling he was harmless and still blessed with a mind of reason on the side, so he was willing to look past those minor blemishes. The taller man looked curiously at the small drop of blood on Kyo's lips through his deep brown eyes however. What a strange man he really was.

    Kyo's stories about his own imperfections did spur Toshiya to be a bit more open about his own nature though, knowing that it couldn't really be worse than hearing voices. "I strangled my sister's date with the phone cord," he mumbled, "And then hung him. So, I won't condemn you for the voices and you won't condemn me for that mistake, okay?" His voice made clear that he was asking for some sort of mutual agreement they were both not what people'd consider normal and they wouldn't betray each other. Then Toshiya said: "It's a bible you're reading, right? ..." That was Christian, wasn't it?

    ((ooc: going to sleep ^__^ nightnight~~ *hug*))

    • An eyebrow raised as he continued to suck his swollen lip, eventually grinning when Toshiya had finished talking.
      "Don't you think that murder is far worse than hearing voices?" he quizzed, but his tone wasn't accusing. It simply amused him how the other man thought that murder was actually on the same level as hearing voices. Not that Kyo was completely innocent. Rape wasn't exactly a nice thing, after all. "The voices aren't an option, anyway. I think it would be unfair of you to condemn me for something I can't help." The rape was an option though, and Kyo was very much in his right mind when he did that.
      "But I'm not damning you." In fact, he was actually quite enjoying their little conversation. Speaking to Toshiya did quite beat speaking to a man who thought that he was three years old.

      "This? Yes, it's the Bible," Kyo nodded with confidence in his tone as his fingers traced the engraved 'B' obsessively. "I'm just altering a few things in it. I studied religion at university you see, and to entertain myself, I'm changing what really can't have happened. The majority of it is actually lies," he smiled, setting the book down onto the floor.
      "It shouldn't be too bad for you here, if you behave. You might even get out before most of the guys on the normal ward."
      • Toshiya just shrugged his shoulders, feeling awkward. "It's not like murder's ... worse," sometimes he still had trouble believing he actually killed someone because it wasn't like him at all and he knew that, "It was just something... you know, something I couldn't suppress. So if the voices aren't an option for you, that wasn't an option for me. It wasn't like I planned it. I can't even remember what happened after that, all I know is that I woke up in one of those Isolation cells." A shudder ran down his back. Isolation cells were the supreme evil in Toshiya's eyes. He still remembered how he had spent his days there and what a hell it had been. Even more because nobody told him anything while all he wanted was to see his family.

        Snapping back to reality, the patient sighed. It wasn't good to open himself up like this to the other at all. For all he knew it'd be taken advantage of at some point. Then he looked at the book and the fingers tracing its cover. "The Bible is religious, Kyo. Of course there are things that can't have happened. For one, there's no such thing as miracles. Or God. Why do people believe in some man high up in the clouds with his gang of angels around him that cares nothing for mankind below anyway? It's not like he ever at some point made it clear he existed." Still, the thought of being able to get out here soon.. Toshiya liked that thought. But he knew he wasn't going to get out if his temper kept being so unpredictable, and it wasn't exactly something he could control in any way.

        • Kyo licked over his front teeth, feeling the crooked solid texture with curiosity.
          "God doesn't have to be high up. He doesn't have to be an invisible almighty being, that's about eighteen feet tall. He might just be here, amongst us. Just because I don't believe in this religion," he patted the Bible on his lap almost affectionatelly. "Doesn't mean that I disbelief in religion altogether."

          Dark brown eyes wandered carefully to a clock on the wall, and Kyo nodded at it almost sternly.
          "I need to exercise," he said and set the Bible aside as he stood. He'd take it with him of course, because he didn't want anyone seeing his notes until they were finished.
          "Just because we're here doesn't mean we can let ourselves go," he shuddered at the thought of a pudgy belly, and stroked his own through the cloth of his pyjama top out of habit. "I'll see you again here. They might even put us in some group sessions together."
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