Thread: we sure are cute for a set of crazies [ stefy x alkaline ]

Well whaddya know. I'm a kicker. A kicker, a screamer, an all around flailing mess. If she didn't want to take her damn medicine than just get on with your lives. Why must force have to be used for her to take her pills? Something important was going on today, the nurses knew for a fact, although this female couldn't care less of what 'Special Surprise', as her special nurse Dolores, was in store. Kicking again now, a set of other nurses had been called into the mess hall, her legs and arms lashing out at whoever managed to get within that close of a distance to her, the female was pinned to the ground expertly by men much too large for her to knock away from her. To most, it would seem as though she were threw, finished with her assault to not have to take those damn pills, although with her body being latched to the ground by hands twice the size of hers, the female squirmed violently before opening her mouth and screaming. Yes, she was also a screamer. Whaddya know, I'm a screamer. The octaves of her voice evidently those of a girl who used to sing without cause, there were definite winces and a slight loosened grip from the male in charge of her ankles, sending her legs flaring out again and colliding with a side of his head. There wasn't anyone coming after them! So why was she the one being pinned down!? These people were going to let them get her! Annaliese could not have that, though apparently the man was quick, a bruise left on the side of his face did not stop him from grabbing her legs and holding her down again, her screaming mouth was silenced with pills and a quick rinse of liquid, unfortunately swallowing and losing that battle. Dammit. Anya honey. Let's get up off the floor, hm? Anya was what they called her, when her name had always, always always been Annaliese. She remembered that clearly, because even though her name was pronounced Anya -Liese, it gave them no right to be lazy and shorten it. They weren't anyone familiar, so they had no right! Thick eyelashes batting at the ceiling, the sunlight pulling eye trickery and casting shadows along the ceiling and walls, the female took her bittersweet time getting up off the cool tile floor. Her legs stretching to leave her standing at a mere five two, she was not the tallest of people, although she was evidently not the one to be trifled with even with her small stature. Her frame having curved accordingly to her mother's bombshell body, or at least the bombshell body her mother had had before having children, the female, to be quite honest, would be beautiful if she wasn't crazy. Or at least, that's what she heard one of the nurse's say, casting her a sideways glance that suggested her to shut that mouth up. Her Marilyn Monroe - esque curls having long fallen out after an effort for Dolores to keep her calm the night before, she had gone through a night of restless sleep, a pink plastic clip holding her white blond hair away from her face while the rest framed her heart shaped face and stopped at her chin. Yes yes, Miss Annaliese Borough had the potential to be beautiful in the real world, if she wasn't a fucking psychotic nineteen year old. The female tugging at the end of her slightly over sized, though still figure revealing off the shoulder black and white striped shirt, there were no pants on this female for pants were not her favorite things. Pants got torn up if she was ever made wear them, and the nurses didn't risk anymore pants with this one, giving them to someone else and letting her roam around with her long, off the shoulder striped shirts. Stripes were her favorite. Licking her pouty bottom lip, the distance of this walk with Dolores gripping on to her wrist as though she would break into a run if she let go, the distance seemed rather different than the normal walk back to her bedroom. This must be the surprise. Hazel eyes having settled for a honey brown color surrounded by a forest green staring at the large door, the female stared at the metal door with a familiar box along the side, watching Dolores unlock the door and push it open with a light budge, this room was empty though large and without very much. Nothing but a set of beds, one bolted down and the other not, as she now noticed, the room was enough for two people. You'll have company soon enough. Dolores stated, looking for any excitement on the face of the younger girl, and in seeing none when she walked inside and settled herself on her bed, Dolores watched as Annaliese settled on to the bolted bed, naturally sun kissed legs curving slightly as she lay staring at the door while it closed. Now for the waiting game. Wait for what? Wait for them to come get me or wait for my company. Either one. listu