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Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Staring a bit nervously, Vick wasn't sure what to say to that. Oh.. was the only thing to come out of his mouth as she pushed her way in and went straight for his bedroom. He gave a quiet sigh, trying to figure out what to do here. Surely he could afford letting her take his bed, right? He had another bed and even a couch if he needed it. He followed her to his room and found her lying face down on it spread out like a pancake. He was wondering what she was even doing there when she suddenly leaped up and, without even acknowledging him, slammed the door shut. Well, he thought, guess I'm in the guest room then. Phew, relax, pal, it's just a bed. Be patient with her and you'll get along. He spent a moment listening through the door and when he heard very little, he knocked. Um, Excuse me? I-I'm sorry to bug you but I never got your name. He called through the door, trying not to sound too meek and obviously failing. As he waited for a response, Vick stood there, fidgeting a bit as he wondered what disorder she even had. He was no psychologist, so it coudl be anything. Bipolar, depression, maybe paranoia? Vick decided to leave the subject alone for now and focused on liking her, smiling in practice for when she opened the door.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Furrowing her brow at the male's voice, Kit sighed. She waited momentarily on the bed, listening to the male speaking to her, but rather than answer, she remained on the bed. Pursing her lips, Kit stared up at the ceiling, it wasn't that she... didn't know how to answer, she knew how to, it was simply she didn't care to. Kit remained there for a full moment before finally standing up and heading towards the door. Opening the door, Vick was surely met with a face full of Kit as the girl reached forward her pale hands grasping the male's face before pulling it down to her level six inches below him. Pressing her lips firmly against his, the kiss didn't last long before Kit pushed him back and away. Clearly, she got what she needed. What Kit had... Didn't have a name. At most the only thing that the nurses could recall was a few theories of PTSD or even depression in some cases where the girl had utterly trashed her room during her earlier years when she was allowed furniture. I'm Kitty. Catherine. Kit. I won't respond to Catherine. Only my mother used to call me that. Kit stood in front of Vick, and only then did Kit realize the height difference, not that it made much of a difference to Kit. She had taken down male nurses before in the 'home' - it was just a matter of figuring out where to hit. I'm starving. Have anything to eat around here? She smiled - though there was something about her smile that she had been told made others.. Uneasy. It wasn't quite as sweet and as innocent as it looked, and there was always some kind of devious intent behind it. Get me something to eat. My meals were always scheduled, and you're late. Tell me about yourself while you do that. Though Kit surely came off as bossy, her tone remained even.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Just as Vick opened his mouth to speak the slender hand of the girl grasped his face, pulled him down so his neck craned forward and Kit planted her lips against his in a quick but unexpected kiss. Vick might have enjoyed the slightly sweet taste of her lips had he not been so utterly caught off guard by it, his eyes widening like a madman as he contemplated why she could have even been doing that. Coudl she be a nymphomaniac? He wondered, though that question was answered when she let go, only then giving him her name. Uh, Kitty, ok. That's a nice name. He said politely, wiping one finger across his lip as if to make that had all actually happened. Vick wiped some hair out of his face and nervously followed her, moving quickly as he led her to the kitchen. Oh, well you should have said so earlier, let's see... Vick opened the fridge and leaned forward, surveying his food for options. THere's some tomato soup I could make, maceroni, and if you're feeling thrifty some leftover chinese. He said with a laugh, glancing over his shoulder to check for her. He wasn't even sure why he did but something about her seemed...unnerving. Like she could be lurking anywhere and he had no idea. It was then that he realized what she had said and stammered. O-Oh right, myself, sorry. Um, He grabbed the chinese out of the fridge and pulled the tomato soup out of the cupboard, putting it in the can opener as he spoke over the noise. Well, I'm not really that interesting. I moved here a while back, been here ever since. I like to volunteer at the homeless shelter, the soup kitchen, that sort of thing. Really boring, if I'm honest. He laughed, pulling the open can out as he poured it's contents into a pot along with a few cups of water. He turned on the stove and placed his chinese in teh microwave. I took some time off from my schedule, however, so I could make sure you're comfortable. Anyways, what about you? Care to share anything about yourself? He asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Kit followed behind him, but instead of looking forward, her eyes were cast downward to the male's feet. Each step he took, she followed up precisely, like a cat watching a metronome, her feet tapping slowly behind the male as they proceeded to the kitchen. You think I'm cute huh? The girl's head weaved back and forth as she spoke, as if relishing the thought that her resident caretaker had to even check that the situation in front of him was reality. Stepping into the kitchen when Kit's feet hit the bare floor, she shivered visibly. Outside it couldn't have been hotter than 75 degrees, but the girl still didn't seem too fond of the cold flooring on her feet. Listening to Vick, the girl could only nod and give a small, half-hearted attempt at a sympathetic smile to the male. Yes, yes you are. She agreed to the 'boring' aspect. I was expecting a story of some sorts.. Her eyes closed momentarily, clearly picturing what kind of response she wanted from him 'I fight for a living, y'know living on the edge - I've got a pet cat. Yes, he's a cougar, cougars are cats. Sometimes when I'm really desperate I pee in a bottle and drink it later. I travel to really far places where water is scarce.' Kit opened her eyes. Clearly that wasn't a logical response, but a girl could dream, couldn't she? Drawing circles on the counter, Kit's brows furrowed once more. I don't enjoy talking about myself. Not much to remember. So I just make up what suits me. She shrugged calmly. Sometimes it's more fun that way. Her hands, firm against the countertop pushed upwards, lifting her weight up onto the cooking surface as she took a seat upon the counter. You the only one that lives here?
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

The man gave a nervous laugh as she agreed with him. Well, he couldn't really complain, he had said it himself. Vick's life just wasn't that fascinating, not yet anyways. Yeah, sorry to disappoint but I don't have many stories. He admitted, bringing the soup to a simmer and stirring with a long spoon. Vick had never been a talented cook but he could do the basics. Heh, I don't mind if you make stuff up. Could be fun. He said with a whole-hearted smile. Though he was a bit uneasy with her, Vick wanted to make Kit feel at home regardless, not saying a word when she sat on the counter next to him. He looked up from the pot and nodded. Well, kind of...I'm the only human here, if that's what you mean. Although, I do have a cat. He said, smiling. I just dropped him off at the groomers today to trim his nails and such. He won't let me do it. Vick said with a laugh, pouring some soup into a bowl and placing it next to Kit.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

A - cat? A cat! Kit exclaimed, much like a child would at the news of owning a pet for the first time. Kit lifted her hands daintily to cover her mouth as she grinned from ear to ear. Oh, I love cats! Nibbling at her lip, Kit could feel her face flush with happiness. I especially like it when they make that cracking noise. There was a reason Kit was never given a pet, she wasn't a very careful child. She broke things, often her parents weren't sure if it was on purpose or by accident, so allowing their child to have a pet was perhaps not the smartest decision ever made by her parents. But they had thought, maybe if they got their daughter a kitten, they could teach her how to care for it, and she'd learn responsibility at an early age. Their normally lackadaisical child could learn to love and to care for something other than herself. She had received a kitten when she was ten, it was a soft ball of mewling fuzz, and Kit adored it. She hugged it often, took good care of it the first few months but one night when her parents had come home, the girl no longer had a soft ball of fuzz, but rather a twisted version of it. Literally. Kit wasn't allowed another pet the entirety of her life at home, or even at the asylum. Though, she couldn't blame them, she had had so much fun with the kitten, perhaps they were simply jealous of how much fun she and the kitten had and just wanted to take them away. She never argued it, arguing only got her beatings and scoldings. And they never were fair at the home, they always strapped her down - it wasn't even a fair fight! What's his name? Kit asked quizzically. I wasn't referring to a cat by the way. Kit took a seat at the kitchen table her hands folding delicately so that she may rest her chin upon them. I was wondering if I'd be living with a lovely lady as well. She continued to smile at the male her eyes fluttering as if she were in some kind of dream land where Vick was a prince and his potential girlfriend, a princess. I was thinking, maybe when things got a little more complex with Kit and Vick, we could bring his ex back to maybe - brighten the party up?
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Vick stopped his stirring dead as he listened to the comment she made. Cracking...Now, even to a caring, optimistic soul such as Vick, that comment could only mean one thing...oh no. He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes revealing the slightest bit of horror before he quickly stared back at the simmering soup, stirring some more. O-Oh, that's...great! I'll have to introduce you two. H-His name's Milo... It's ok, Vick told himself, pouring himself a bowl and taking the chinese food out of the microwave, Milo's a big kitty, one of those, uh, Savannah breeds, he can take care of himself...for a while.. Vick sat down at the table opposite Kit, taking a sip of soup before nearly choking on it, surprised that she mentioned a woman specifically. H-Hmm? Uh, well...There was.. He looked away a bit, looking obviously distraught about the subject. She, um, she went away a while ago and...i don't think she'll be back... He took another sip of soup, slower this time, and with his head hanging a bit lower than it had been. I'd be cool with that. and...please don't kill the cat. XD I have a soft spot for pets, maybe she gets to like this one and it fights back when she plays too rough so she doesn't kill it?
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

To be honest, I really wasn't going to kill the cat. Kit was a child when she did that, she does have a better grasp of herself. She's... quirky. Reaching out, it was obvious Kit was simply gong to help herself to the Chinese food. Pursing her lips Kit leaned forward before sniffing her food. The action seemed primal - but Kit had gotten used to the metallic smell of food at the institution. That, and once in a while when she had gotten out of hand, the nurses had crushed pills and placed them into her food. Some pills based on their chemical components simply reeked of chalk. When she seemed satisfied by the smell of the food, Kit bounced out of her seat before beginning her search. Pulling out everything drawer, by drawer, Kit didn't stop until she found the utensils. Leaving everything exposed and open, Kit pulled herself a fork before jabbing it into the box of food. Spinning her fork idly, Kit barely appeared to be listening to Vick. In fact, she was listening intently - she knew he was lying. She wasn't a child, she simply had quirks, just because she simplified her own speaking, that didn't mean she was dumb! Kit could feel a small fire burning in her stomach. I'm not stupid. Kit's eyes narrowed. She had completely forgotten the prospect of the cat. Leaving her food untouched, Kit leaned forward her eyes piercing Vick's. She didn't go away - she left you. The truth was harsh, but she was an adult, she understood the prospect of relationships. Just because she wasn't allowed functional relationships didn't mean she didn't understand them! Don't treat me like a child. The comment was nearly a snarl in Kit's voice. It was amazing how fast Kit went from a seemingly happy-go-lucky girl to a girl who looked like she could easily do 'unmentionable' things with her fork. But it's alright, Kit returned to her seat slowly, but her eyes remained on Vick, You don't need her anymore! You have me. Her frown had faded, as well as her icy demeanor replaced by the same smile she greeted Vick with.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Oh good. lol. I didn't really expect you to flat out kill it, I just wanted to clarify in case you were thinking that. I'm glad we're on the same page. Vick watched as she rumaged through his kitchen drawers, thinking that he should ask her what she was doing but decided to watch and see what was going on. She pulled out a fork and he gave a small smile, resolving to close all the drawers in a bit. Suddenly, Kit caught Vick by surprise by pointing out his obvious lie, his eyes going a bit wide as he looked at her. His head sank a bit and he nodded, feeling guilty. You're right, she did. You're definitely not stupid and I'm sorry if I made it seem like I thought that. I just...It hurts. He looked up at her, smiling as she tried to comfort him. To him, it seemed a very friendly gesture, nodding with a laugh. That's right, who needs her when you're around? He responded, instantly cheered up as he ate his food. He thought back briefly on her reaction to the food, taking a few sips of his soup as he thought. So, did they normally put pills in your food? He asked, smirking as he deduced her strange sniffing of the soup. He clearly wasn't stupid either. Don't worry, I don't have any pills. I mean, unless you want some ibuprofen or bandages. He said with a joking laugh, taking a glance at the box she pierced, not sure if he should dare take his food back.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Ibuprofen will just give you a stomach ache. Kit muttered calmly. She had no intentions of sharing the Chinese food. Soup had no texture, it was just liquid and was probably no different than drinking flavored, hot water. Licking her lips, Kit eyed the food once more before pulling up a mouthful of food, and devouring what was on the fork. Her eyes glittered slightly at the taste. Having flavorful food at the hospital was a 'privilege', something Kit hadn't earned during her entire stay there, so she was always stuck with bland food. Shifting uneasily in her seat, Kit stood up with the cup of Chinese food in her hand, before hopping up onto the table. Plopping herself on the table, Kit folded her legs beneath her and sighed contently. So what do you do for fun around here? It's... pretty boring. We should pick up your cat. Kit's mind was racing, and buzzing, she rarely settled on one topic. I think I'd like to meet him. They didn't allow animals in that - hell. Though Kit's wording had seemed childish up until then, the term she used for the home was dropped so casually. She had heard the nurses curse, and often the words were directed at patients, even herself. Nurses were only worried about getting paid, the nurses that had hearts of gold worked in actual hospitals, not mental homes. These nurses used any means necessary to subdue and to make their job easier to maneuver patients around. Well they did, but the cat ran away. So did the dog, and the hamster barely lived a week. I think they all knew it was a bad place to be. I don't blame them. Kit shrugged as she stuffed another mouthful of food into her mouth. Though she took large bites of food, the girl chewed daintily, her eyes darting around the kitchen curiously, still adjusting to her surroundings.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Hell? Rick forgot about his cat for a moment and thought, looking up at Kit as she sat down on the table. Was it really that bad there? He'd heard of the state of many mental hospitals but had no idea this one was so...cruel. He looked up into Kit's darting eyes. There was no reason to think she was lying, she didn't have the focus to lie, not this effectively. I'm...I'm sorry. Rick stood up, now at eye level with her as he considered giving her a hug. After just a moment's hesitation he quickly wrapped his arms around her, quickly pulling away to make sure he didn't seem strange. It's ok now. We're going to go get our cat. He said, smiling as he picked up his car keys, pulling his jacket off the rack. You can take the food with if you want. Just don't spill. he added, slipping on some shoes as he thought on how miserable Kit must have been. Even if she had problems, Rick would make sure she was happy, at least while he was around.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

No one understood. The hospital truly was a hell for all of its patients. She used to get food thrown at her, and more than once, Kit had returned to her room, smiling sadly as she picked out noodles from the spoiled milk that dampened her hair. She would have to wait until laundry day, and until that day the uniform she was given was going to smell. Laundry day was two days away, and the next morning when Kit had opted to go without clothes and just her undergarments, she was literally thrown back into her room and roughly dressed by the nurses who only insulted her, called her names like 'slut' and 'tart'. Blinking back to reality, Kit stared incredulously at Vick. O-Our cat? Her eyes fluttered rapidly as Kit stood up slowly, her fork tipped dangerously almost out of the Chinese box as she followed Vick. You're gonna share it with me? Kit continued to stare incredulously. She remembered wailing as a kid, as much as she enjoyed hurting the cat - the guilt that consumed her after, made the entire action almost.. not as pleasing. She remembered the screaming, the shrieking from her mother that they had raised a demon child... She had been so pleased with the broken feline, when she looked down and saw its twisted body - only to look up and see an even more broken expression across her parents' face. Why did she enjoy something that caused such - disgust in their faces? Why did she feel pleasure from hearing that sickening crack, but as soon as she heard the screams, she recoiled as if she had been hit. She had promised her parents never to do it again - but she wasn't around long enough to even see if they'd believe her. The Chinese food simply slipped from the girl's grip as she pitter pattered after the male. Grabbing the male's arm, she smiled broadly - she really was a child at heart. But instead of saying anything, the female simply froze her head hanging low for a moment. I'm going to take care of it. She declared boldly. Sorry this took a while, I kept re-reading it, because I felt like it was just, lacking something. I still feel like it is, so sorry hun. Also feel free to god mode Kit a bit for the next scene if need be for the cat.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Vick was happy to see Kit with such a pleased look. Her declaration to take care of his cat only seemed to cheer him up more as he gave her head a playful pat. Ok, I'm counting on you. He said with a smile, leaving with Kit to pick up Milo. ----- Returning home, Kit was still holding the surprisingly large Milo in her arms, the cat seeming to have taken a liking to her. ...So, I assumed that he had scratched himself but the vet said it was an arrow that did it. Luckily, it just grazed his cheek. She was so amazed when she heard he'd healed all on his own, luckiest cat I've ever seen, she said. Vick spoke as he hung up his coat and took off his shoes. So, that's how he got that bald spot. He's a tough little guy, aren't ya buddy? Vick said, scratching under Milo's chin. As if to respond, the cat gave a pleased Meow! before returning to rubbing his face against Kit's neck, purring louder than Rick had ever heard. Milo seemed to like Kit quite a lot.
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Kit held Milo out at arm's length at the lick. Blinking incredulously the girl seemed shocked that the cat had taken to her so quickly. Cuddling him, Kit listened contently to the cat purr her face flushing with pride. You're so brave! She crooned happily to the cat. Scratching the top of his head, Kit gave the cat a small swing in a circle before running off to where she claimed as her bedroom. Nearly tossing the cat, who landed just perfectly on his feet, onto the bed, Kit flopped onto the bed, but not before unceremoniously closing the door the same way she had when she had entered the house. The door closed with a loud bang, that had barely even seemed to faze the feline whom continued to groom himself proudly, as if showing off for the new company in his life. Inhaling sharply Kit reached out with a shaky hand before placing it on the cat's furry stomach, stroking the soft fur the girl seemed to physically calm herself. She had been on her best behavior before, everything she did, she felt it was.. ' normal '. But now the girl's happy features softened before her face just seemed - flat. Expressionless, emotionless. She continued idly stroking the cat before rolling onto her back. You're not mine, you're Vick's. She murmured quietly to the feline who barely even lifted his head. Kit had a habit of breaking things, that enough was obvious, but what the nurses caught on was that she broke things that were hers . Sure, when she got angry she broke everything in sight, but who wasn't destructive when they were angry? But when she was left to idle, alone and to her own devices anything that Kit considered hers was broken sooner or later. Everything except the necklace that Kit had hidden in the pocket of her dress. Everything tangible that entered her life, she broke, she threw against walls, she threw fits, anything to break the item. Anything to see that item break and shatter, and become unusable to others. In a world of material goods, Kit didn't own anything except her necklace. There was nothing in the world Kit called her own. When we bring the girlfriend in, do you mind if I take her role? Or would you prefer? I wanted to bring her in briefly just for Kit to show her true colors a little bit more..
Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

You can take her, whatever works for you. and sorry this is so short, I wasn't really sure what to do with him. Vick was happy that Milo had taken to Kit so well. He was usually a pretty aloof cat but he seemed a bit more lively while she carried him to 'her' room. Vick sighed as the door slammed, having hoped she'd forgotten about claiming that room. Oh well, thought the man, I've got a couch. Stretching, Vick thought about what to do. He was surprised when nothing came to mind that didn't involve Kit. Usually he could read a book, watch TV, anything in a heartbeat but those things seemed almost lifeless compared to spending more time with her. Vick blamed his charitable nature for it, though he was unsure as to what exactly was really causing it. With a shrug, Vick made himself a cup of coffee and went to the window, sitting down with a sigh as he admired the park like he often did.