Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

Ryan chuckles, they seemed to share the same sense of humor, which was a relief considering some people that he had met didn't exactly appreciate his mean look and humor. He got me on the back of the head, I'm gonna shove that thing up his ass one day. He says, shaking his head as he closes his eyes again, though he opened them again when images of some of his deployments flashed through his mind. His dreams were often like movies or powerpoints, since he wasn't an active dreamer he had no control over what he saw or what he did in these dreams.. Or nightmares. These images were what caused him such mental pain, as he had spent countless nights awake and staring up at the ceiling.. It didn't help that he was often alone when attacks like those ones had occurred. Might as well lose a couple of points, then.. I don't have any friends on the outside.. None that would attend my funeral or even come to my court hearing. He says with a small sigh. Not that they could.. They were all dead, or 'dead' considering the government didn't want their lives to be talked about.. Maybe getting him locked in a loony house was the governments way of discrediting anything he might have had to say about the mission he had been tasked to undergo. His body had been sculpted by these missions, and so had his disturbed mind.. So many things that he had been asked to do that were immoral or unethical. And yet he did them, part of being a Marine was to never question orders no matter how outrageous. A smile spreads across her face when she places her hand in his, he had noticed that when his skin had touched hers the last time she had noticeably moved away from him. He watches as her eyes change.. His eyebrows furrow together gently, touching him had stirred something inside of her it seemed. Very suddenly she had changed, and he began to understand what exactly was wrong with her mind. He had experienced multiple personality disorder before, though that was for medical training to be able to spot what was wrong with someone, they had been introduced to a few cases of mental and physical disorders to get a better idea of who was a threat and who was not. It was more of a social experiment to show the Marines that some dangerous disorders were not very obvious, much like Bree's. She seemed to become an entirely different person, that was especially obvious because of the new accent that she was using, even speaking a little bit of Spanish to him. Hi. He says awkwardly, not really sure how to react to her calling him 'Papi'. I don't think I'd have sex with a much older person anyway. Ryan laughs in response to her talking about the cunts of the other people in the mental ward. I just met you.. Bree, is that still your name? He asks, as he knew that often times the other personalities would have their own unique names. This was definitely the first time he had ever really been in a social conversation with a person like that, as the other time he had seen one they just observed a conversation with a doctor. You're not so bad yourself. He shakes his head, his body tensing up a little when she straddled him, his breath hitching quietly, but loudly enough for her to audibly hear it. This place is a little public, don't you think? He asks with the raise of his eyebrows. I doubt there's anywhere to do that sort of thing, doesn't seem like a thing that a loony house like this would promote. He says while biting the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from touching her or looking at her body as she was very very close to him now.