It's mid-morning, again. Therapy sessions are over, there's not much time until lunch starts, and Phineas can feel his medication beginning to wear off. The fog is fading from his vision, and he can think inside his head again; he no longer has to resort to speaking aloud to make sense of his thoughts, because his mind is starting to become clearer, less crowded. They may think it helps, but really, all the pills do are stuff up his brain so that he can't think without his mouth and ears re-confirming what's said, and clog up the pathways enough that even if he is speaking to someone else, he can't make sense of what he's saying and neither can they. But once he's back in his room- block of bare concrete though it is, with a tiny, broken bed and an old sink and toilet on the other wall that he tries to ignore- he can pay attention to the glory allowed inside by the ancient, dirty window with iron bars.
And he sits on his bed, quiet at last, wondering at the tiny rays of sunshine draping across the floor, falling like droplets of water that hold their shape while they soar, and burst into a broad puddle on the cold concrete. It's warm, the light, and he knows that in about an hour, right before the nurse comes with his second dose of Seroquel, the bright warmth and heat will make its way onto the bed, over the blankets and sheets, and he will be able to bask in the light for almost twenty minutes before the nurse comes, and then another ten before he fogs up again.
He wishes he could go outside. He always has, for as long as he can remember. He even hears vague echoes, sometimes, in the back of his memories- "But Mommy, I don't wanna take my nap! I wanna play outsii-iide!"- that he is sure are his words, before she started getting that worried look on her face as he chattered about his visions, back before she started fighting with Gerald who yelled at him for laughing, back when he was still free, back when he still felt normal.
The sky, outside the tiny, barred window, is just barely visible, and Phineas often avoids looking at it just so he doesn't have to see the iron bars holding him in, but it's a bright, light blue today, with no clouds but the ones made by the grimy window.
It's his favourite part of the entire day, to be honest, soaking up the sunshine into his pale, wind-starved skin, closing his eyes and imagining that the sheets below are grass, that the roof above is sky, and that he is free once again.
HI PEEPS.
AWWWW. Poor Phineas; he and Isabella are probably going to be the most different from their show-counterparts. Phineas is a kid who thrives on action, on doing things, making things happen, playing outside, being free. He does not seem like the type to take being locked up at all well. And Isabella... Well, how I got her put in here is just cruel, and she isn't going to recover easily. But she will. I PROMISE.
... Is it weird that I say "in here" like I live in the DMRC? Well, I probably belong in SOME sort of institution, so it's not so far off. XD Oh, and updates may get very strange for a while; we're having issues with internet, so... yeah, I'll have to upload this at school. FFFUUUU-
ANYWAYS. (You can stop here if you don't want to read all my crap. I just have to do it in-AN because of my attention span issues with PMs.)
Emperor Doof:
OHAI
I FORGOT ABOUT YOU (ALMOST). MAYBE YOU SHOULD TOTALLY REVIEW MORE NOW. :D Just cuz I'm a feedback whore. XD
Vanessa is, on average, dark and depressing in this. She is by far the most cynical. But she is also one of the healthiest, and probably going to get out eventually. I'm thinking about doing a bit of a sequence for each of them when they leave the asylum. Candace... Yeah, she falls easily. But she does find out who exactly Suzy is, although not without some confusion.
B&B I personally think are going to be the most IC, just a little more... Eccentric. I like that word. I like Defenestrate too, but...
*AHEM*
Anywhos. It's nice that you don't find anything. I of course feel the need to pick and poke at everything I do with my perfectionist tendencies, but then I pick it to death and everything just sort of falls apart. *facepalm* I hope the history did make sense, I generally end up explaining things as if everyone knows this story as intimately as I do. XD Oops.
-S.O.D.
pomtdwt:
I seriously have no idea what your name means. You should, like, totally un-anon so I can creep your profile and not screw up with tone and things. :P I have problems with that. I assume everyone on here is naturally a teenage girl, but then I have to go creep their profiles to make sure they aren't, like, a fifty-year-old gentleman that I just said "LOL" to. It makes me nervous not knowing who you are, dude. THIS GOES FOR ALL ANONNERS BTW. JUST SAYIN, IT MAKES ME MORE COMFORTABLE TO KNOW WHO YOU AREEE. (Even though I'll love you anyways for reviewing)
And now finally back on topic, Vanessa is quite the poor thing. All these kids are. YOU KNOW WHY? They're locked up. NO DUH. *thumbs-up*
-S.O.D.
2 headed dragonlover:
Yeah, I know. I'll post it eventually...
E-VEN-TUALLY! *heroic pose*
-S.O.D.
digigirl02:
Vanessa is extremely badass. You know it in your heart to be true.
-S.O.D.
High Lord Of Terra:
Ahhhh, Milord. I have missed you so. You were always the first to comment before, I was strangely intrigued. But I figured it was either because I updated at 3AM or because I skipped your note and that was your revenge. XD (Yes I am a creeper. Deal. I have too much brainspace.)
EEEEEEEEEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH. I love being complemented on my writing. I personally think it's crap most of the time, and it makes me feel better. So glad I got the emotion across; I can only hope I did the same with this chappie. Actually, for whatever reason my brain LOOOVES having my AU characters meet In-Universe PnF and friends- DMRC!Vanessa actually grabs NormalNessa by the wrist, stares her in the eyes, and tells her: "We are exactly the same. Except I got caught." This is generally the kind of place my mind travels at 1AM. Don't ask; I pity any future spouse of mine that has to deal with me at that hour. :P
She doesn't have it, like, in her room, because obviously they wouldn't let a former cutter keep a knife with them, so it stays in Perry's office, where she goes every day for therapy. So it does belong to her again, but she's not allowed to have it in her room, just mess with it as a sentimental thing.
UPDATE GRANTED, MILORD. DUH. And I will be using most of your prompts. I find them most helpful. :D
-S.O.D.
Anyways! I love you all for reviewing! Review to get a letter, folks; prompt if you think of any; and if you notice any mistakes, for the love of the Goddess, TELL ME. Did you feel like the letters made the AN too long, though? I feel guilty about that. Maybe I won't do it, I could save the letters for Kamikakushi...
IGNORE MY RAMBLINGS
BAIBAI BEETCHES.
