Thread: Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility - Ward B (esielle&Crusade)

A little flash of guilt went over her face when he mentioned how normally the door would have been unlocked but, for obvious reasons, it had been best that the door remain locked. Well, after slugging one of the nurses and trying to take off down the street even before she got into the building, did she actually expect that anyone would put their trust in her to stay put? Rubbing the soft pink color of her lips together, she heaved a sigh and pushed her bag across the bed with a mixture of frustration and agitation. She felt like a caged rat in there! Both of her hands came up so she could run her fingers through her hair, pushing her long locks of light blonde back from her face as she turned to face him. She was doing her best not to lash out at him, taking a deep breath into her lungs through her nose and slowly out through her mouth before she was able to lower her hands down to cross them beneath her breasts as she brought her crystal clear blue eyes back up to him. Calm, Goldie. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue over her lips before she suddenly laughed at him telling her to just relax. That was very easy for him to say, wasn't it? However, she nodded her head in understanding because it wasn't like she had a choice in the matter whether or not there was a doctor there in that ward. She could always demand, she supposed, to see someone anyway, but there was something about the way he stood there looking at her that almost dared her to make a request like that so he could deny it. So, she nodded her head in understanding and, lowering her arms down to hook her thumbs in her pockets, she shifted back and forth upon her sock clad feet with a little bow of her head to say that she was willing to drop the subject tonight and just go back to bed. Noticing his hand come up and point to something, she took a step to the side before turning to look at the button as he explained that pressing that was more acceptable than banging on the door like she had. Only he took a different, less polite route and called her a fucking animal which had her scowling and glaring at him, Jesus....alright....I get it....sorry there was an edge to her voice when those words came out, fiddling quite a bit at the pockets of her jeans. Rolling her eyes, she let loose another sigh and turned her head to look at the window. Goldie was trying to will him away. As he asked if she thought she could handle that, she pressed her lips together because she got the impression that he wanted her to give an answer that didn't include her being snippy with him. One hand lifted again, this time rubbing her palm lightly against her cheek in a way of trying to calm herself so she could speak without that edge to her voice that she imagined was going to have him writing a report up on her to give to the doctor before she saw him. Great. Already she had multiple strikes against her and she hadn't even been here for 24 hours! When she lowered her hand, she started to nod and speak in a voice that was a lot more controlled than her last tone, Yeah, I can and I'm.... She knew he had stepped forward, but she wasn't exactly expecting that one of his hands would come out and cup one of her breasts as if it were a perfectly natural thing for him to do. It effectively silenced her with her lips parted in shock, her eyes growing wide, and her hands coming up in a 'surrender' action which was mostly so she didn't touch him. Then the rest of him closed the distance, his body pressing to her own with her no where to go but to step back against the wall and further trap herself. Goldie furrowed her brows together and her eyes slid upward to look across his face when he spoke, closing them soon after as he reached back to squeeze the round of her ass encased in those jeans and pull her even closer where she could feel the warmth of his breath against her, smell the scent of his cologne, and feel the jutting length of his cock right against her hip. She darted her eyes away and there was a look of distress that went over her face, not sure if she wanted to scream out for someone or start to cry. Her fingers flexed and relaxed in mid-air as if she were trying to decide on something. It was when his last words came out that she finally cracked and started to throw her arms out at him with closed fists while, at the same time, she started to wiggle and push herself away so she could be away from him and not trapped nearly against the wall. She didn't care if he backed away and she totally missed hitting him or if she hit him and that got him to move away, all she cared about was him moving away. Somehow she managed to get herself near the window, breathing heavily not only because of the sudden exertion but because of the rise of anxiety that was pulled from her in those moments. Her hands were still balled up when she rounded on him with disgust and hate in her gaze, I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but you just stay the fuck away from me, okay? Don't touch me, don't talk to me, and you bet your ass that I'm going to tell the first person I see tomorrow about you. She moved back and forth on her feet again in a nervous fashion, slanting her eyes to the door as if she were wondering if she were fast enough to duck by him and get out into the hallway. After a second, her eyes moved back to him in deciding that her chances of getting by him weren't exactly good. Instead, she wet her lips and pointed a shaking hand toward the door, You're a dick. Get the fuck out of here and enjoy your last night on the job, asshole. She certainly had a mouth on her when she was inclined to lash out! Which, lately, had seemed to be quite often. Goldie glared and waited for him to back out of the room, shifting her weight from foot to foot as clear indication that the thought of bolting was still there.