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[olivermeyer]

dixielaminer‌:

Dixie shook her head, though she smiled a little. “My memory problems don’t really work like that.” She said, but she moved past it so she didn’t have to think about it much and nodded. “Yeah, some air would be nice.” She said, following along beside him and looking around as they got there. “It’s nice out here..”

“I guess there is always some kind of silver lining to things” he shrugged, trying not to dig deeper in her memory problem. It was what it was and the brunette did not seem like had any desire to talk about it. 

“Would you mind if I light a cigarette?” he asked, glancing at the girl. Oliver’s sense of fresh air was to go outiside and light a cigarette while enjoying being outside. His smoking habits seemed to be getting even worse in this place, since he had nothing else to spend his money for apart of cigarettes. No hostel or food to pay for. 

“I love autumn, so many colours everywhere.. like a postcard, but it seems like it’s coming to and end” he sighed, looking at the trees around them, which slowly have lost almost all of their leaves.

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leihenare‌:

She supposed it had been a while. Lei gave him a little shrug in response. “I’ve been… fine.” She supposed. Fine was usually about the limit of Lei’s wellness. “Just been.. settling in. What about you?”

“It’s not that bad isn’t it? I don’t know what all that fuss was about” he replied referring to all the people who were so majorly concerned and sad about being back. Almost as if they were shipped to hell. In reality, Brielle was a pretty decent place for a hospital. 

“Okay, changed my meds, waiting to see if my condition gets better and trying to pass time by playing the guitar” he shrugged slightly. 

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garbataille‌:

Dimpled cheeks FLUSHED at the young man’s words. Garnet couldn’t quite tell if he disliked her small sect of enjoyable music & she’d gone & embarrassed herself already to an actual musician, but the feeling was there regardless. “I – I haven’t heard of him, I’m sorry,” she murmured, mind coming up short of the artist mentioned, but tucking the name away to listen to later. The burn of her cheeks only started to lesson when the attention shifted, rock somehow suiting the persona Oliver wore well. “That’s c – cool,” she responded, “Iconic. Do you p-play in bands & all?”

Hazel orbs blinked widely, the suggestion of exercise never quite being offered her way ( other than physical therapy, but it had been more PAINFUL than recharging ). “ & you’ve never had any – INCIDENTS while running?” The brunette couldn’t help but inquire, engaged. She wasn’t sure if there was a way to do light activity for a similar benefit without pain, but if ONLY pain would be the cost, to take back a bit of control… “H-Hobbies?” Garnet paused, blinking widely in thought, wracking her head for her hobbies. What WERE her hobbies? The last few months were a haze of doctors, hospitalizations, pain meds, & the darkness of sleep. In truth, she hadn’t quite found herself since. “Is n-napping an option?” She weakly teased.

Oliver had only suggested Ben Howard, because it seemed like the kind of musician she might like considering the music she was into. “You might like him considering your music taste, he`s pretty good” he nodded at the girl.

“I used to yeah, was in a band and i also did some solo gigs at open mic events” he smiled, nostalgic feelings flowing back to him. In times so dark, these particular moments were the only ones that made him feel pleasure and satisfaction from being alive. If it was not for music, his life was going to be much more than depressing and it already was quite depressing as it is.

It is not like Oliver was much of a runner. Small 3 or 4 kilometer jogs were not exactly considered too much of running, but he tried. He already had so many labels that he did not want to add fat to them. “Not really, but I always stop as soon as I feel that particular tiredness.. you know” he shrugged, hoping she knew what he meant, as he had no idea how to explain it. It was an extraordinary tiredness, easy to distinguish from normal tiredness when one had not slept for a while. It was much more than that. Knees buckling, muscles feeling weak, eyes literally closing in the matter of seconds. These were all typical symptoms of the tiredness he meant. 

Oliver chuckled at her next comment. She had sense of humor and he found this trait very important in every person. “Sure, but I think napping is more like a job, we don’t like it, but we’re kinda forced to do it” he said, the corners of his lips tucking into a subtle smile. 

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charlieswann‌:

It all was a lie to be honest. Time went by incredibly slow. Especially if you actually are awake for 20 fucking hours of a day. Which included officially being locked in you room from 11:30 till 5:30. Of course he sneaked out of his room on many of his nights… But that didn’t mean he could just do that every night. And even roaming the halls for six hours didn’t make the time go by any quicker. The only reason why he felt like time was flying was because it felt like he was in here for more then a year. More like ten years… It just didn’t fucking feel like a year. And it bothered him a whole lot more the n he would ever be able to admit…! “I have found some great friends for certain.” Demi, Noah, Sebastian and Lavinia. Not even including the friends he made and left the place before he was out. Ingrid in peculiar, she as his first friend when he got in here. He didn’t like to talk back then and neither did she. He missed the mute girl and the moments the had spent together… Hoped she was fine and alright… 

“Doctor Holmes was the previous head of the Institute. Real shady guy, sold information to third parties, did some illegal research and that kind of shit. But one day someone found out and told him and he just fucking left. Didn’t say a thing. Just vanished. Most of the staff followed him. Just the a few that actually liked is or had some kind of connection with us stayed… Including Sebastian, Toni and Eden…! Patients did whatever the fuck they wanted, staff tried to keep it rolling as good as possible~” He said his eyes mostly focusing on his fidgeting fingers. Not that the memory brought back a lot of bad shit, it did hit a place he didn’t really liked thinking back off. It had been a true shit show. Something that brought him further down then he had gotten when he was brought in. “But Wright took over, threw in the riot police to get us all in one place and walked himself and his posse of doctor in to just be here. He has done a pretty good job ever since~” He said looking back up. A small smile still lingering on his face. “Insomnia, night terrors, a killer of a depression, as well as some hallucinations and some kind of sensory progressing disorder. So a little insane.” He said with a small chuckle. “How about you?”

Oliver thought that for someone who had already spent so many months locked up in this place, he should have found some friends. Otherwise, this whole experience would have been ten times worse than it already was. Having people to have decent conversations with was indeed from extreme importance to Oliver. In general he liked his own company, but there was a limit. Being left too long with himself and himself only was resulting in bad memories and thoughts flowing to his brain. Thoughts he could not just simply chase away. Thus, having people to distract him was convenient.

“That’s really nice that you found people you would consider friends.. for some people around here that seems to be a very hard task” he gave a light shrug.

Oliver was listening with great attention to the words coming out of the male’s mouth. It appared as if this particular time had been incredibly intense and rough for everyone in Brielle - patients and staff. “Wow, that sounds insane! Illegal research?? What kind? Do you know?” he asked, genuinely intrigued by all the new information he had just heard. It all sounded as if it was some kind of plot for a movie, but it was real, in fact very very real. Crazy. “So people like this Wright guy? Seems like he has it under control kind of, but I guess compared to before it’s pretty well done job on his side” he supposed. From one side he was curious to see what it had been before, but on the other side he was happy he had arrived in Brielle after all the chaos had passed. He had enough chaos on his own.

“We’re all a little insane.. some more than others” he nodded. The condition of the guy reminded Oliver a lot about his own. Of course it was very different, but it was also connected to disturbed sleeping pattern and fucked up thoughts. “I have kind of the opposite of yours actually... instead of not being able to sleep, I often can’t seem to stay awake” he started his explanation. “Narcolepsy with cataplexy attacks.. it’s called” he paused for a moment, thinking whether to say anything about the other half of his condition. “and eh I have PTSD, which just makes my narcolepsy ten times worse” he sighed. Since his attacks were usually provoked by emotions, his PTSD related thoughts invading his brain were also often making him collapse. Probably the shittiest combination he could have.

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dixielaminer‌:

Dixie shrugged. She didn’t have too much hope for… well, anything that was happening right now to be honest, but. She had to be here so she would do what she could and just… hope for the best? “Yeah. Thanks. Guess we’ll see…”

Oliver nodded and the conversation regarding their different types of therapies was closed. 

“Hey you remembered me so your memory must be getting better after all” he smiled slightly. “Wanna come outside for fresh air? Enjoy the weather before it gets freezing cold?” he asked as he began walking slowly to the door leading to the secluded garden.

[olivermeyer]

whatsup-doc‌:

Sebastian nodded and heard Rosie waking up in her crate with a loud yawn “Please come in and take a seat, do ya’ have anything against dogs?” as weird as that might have sounded he wanted to let her out. Little pup was an angel and usually had no objections when it came to being in her crate, but if she knew he was around she preferred to be out.

The doctor has read Oliver’s file - PTSD and narcolepsy, that means a shitload of medications. Neurology was not his chosen field, but - thankfully - he had many connections to qualified specialists (Thanks Mom).

“Now which pills we are talkin’ ‘bout? You know, actually the other way around is gonna be easier - can you tell me what is getting worse or not changing? I mean your symptoms.” Seb knew that they had blood work done last month, but that was too long ago.

As he took few steps inside the room, he closed the door behind him. When he turned around he was thrilled to see that there was a dog in the room. Oliver was the last person who was going to mind a dog. He was vegeterian and had uncoditional love for animals of all sorts. If he had to be completely honest, he liked them much more than people. Animals had never caused him pain like people in his life did. “Oh not at all!” he exclaimed as he kneeled down and began petting the dog, which was happily waving its tail. One could also clearly see the excitement and love in Oliver’s eyes. “What a beauty you are!” he mumbled to the dog. “What’s her name?” he asked, while taking his look off the dog for few seconds in order to face the man.

“Well um, I was taking Modafinil, but I started getting headaches and feeling nauseous, so I stopped them” he shrugged, being completely honest. “It just seemed like they were doing more harm than good” he added to his explanation, as to why he had ceased taking his medications.

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[olivermeyer]

just-jim-balon‌:

He had no idea what this guys’ issue was, exactly, but to be frank, he didn’t care. And from the looks of it, Oliver seemed somewhat relieved that Jim hadn’t showered him in concern, or cautious, coddling hands. There was a smoky awkwardness in the air between them, one that seemed to need to be purged from their lungs, and the blond did so with something of a stuff glance and a clearing of his throat as he answered the question. 

And this was the point where Jim wasn’t sure how to respond. Mostly because he hated chit-chat. He knew what, structurally, came next. What was expected of him to ask. Something about living in Germany, or moving here, or anything of the like. Something to show his interest in the other. To engage in an exchange. A getting-to-know-one-another. 

But Jim wasn’t much for olive branches. 

Still, the silence was less pleasant than it could have been, considering the other was still curled up on the ground against the wall, sucking on a cigarette and recovering from…. whatever that was. So with a muscle twitching in Jim’s jaw, his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth and a considerable amount of effort, he surrendered to the predictable. “Right. So what on earth possessed you to do that? America isn’t exactly a prime destination these days, what with it making a colossal fool of itself every mother fucking day—Not here strictly for Brielle, I hope?”

Oliver chuckled slighty at the guy’s comment. He was right, America definately had some bad press lately and not just lately. Just like any other massive country, it was doomed to have its fair share of idiots living in it and recently all newspaper seemed to be fighting over who can dig out more dirt about it than the other. 

“Was not my choice.. to be honest I would have gladly stayed in Germany, but um it didn’t really depend on me..” he paused. “My mother just figured she would chase her new stupid life here like any other idiot” he continued, giving a slight shrug. Maybe if he had stayed in Germany, he was not going to find himself homeless wandering on the streets, sleeping in disgusting hostels. His home country had some rather stable social care compared to America where if you had no job you were pretty much just as good as dead. 

“I take as you don’t really like it here? I mean the country.. Would you move?” he asked, glancing at the guy while he slowly began the process of trying to make his muscles function again so he could raise himself up.

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leihenare‌:

Lei thought that must suck, to put it lightly. Truthfully, Lei herself wouldn’t go straight to Narcolepsy either, though. It’s not something she’d heard of until she met him actually. “It really does.” Lei had had enough shit food, and just shit, to appreciate when things got good. She got the mashed potatoes and something on the side, drifting back over to him. “Looks good enough to me.”

Oliver nodded his head in agreement to the brunette’s comment. “So how have you been Lei?” he asked, trying to engage in conversation. Long time had passed since they last spoke next to the lake in Mexico. “I haven’t seen you around too much lately” he added, glancing over at the girl.

[olivermeyer]

After weeks of being frustrated over the ineffectivity of his prescribed medication, Oliver finally figured he ought to talk to a doctor about it. Not taking them and complaining about it was not really solving any of his problems. Besides, it appeared to him as if his condition was gradually getting worse instead of better. He felt tired and exhausted on more frequent occasions and his nightmares were also doubling their frequency. All this left Oliver fealing pretty torn up, anti social and inable to engage into simple daily tasks.

Therefore, he decided it to finally do something about it and go look for the office of the doctor that was given Oliver’s case. Seeking help and advice from a doctor was perhaps one of the most unusual things Oliver had done throughout his life so far. In all occasions where he needed urgent medical help, he was usually trying to deal it by himself no matter how serious it appeared to be. His level of durability and tolerance to pain were on a pretty high level. However, he was in Brielle to get better after all. There was no point of continuing to be stubborn about it. Finding the right medication was just the most beneficial thing for him to do.

He walked down the corridor where most of the offices were situated in the look out for the one with the name Sebastian Ramsey on it. Upon finding it, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After hearing the agreement to proceed, he opened the door and stepped inside focusing on the young doctor. 

“Uh hi, I’m Oliver.. Oliver Meyer. I just needed to talk to you about the pills I’ve been taking” he stated in a low voice, his accent quite noticeable.

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whatsup-doc‌:

 -  fr obligatory; required by etiquette or current fashion (literally ‘of strictness’)

Sebastian looked around his office thinking back about the first time he has arrived to Brielle. It was not that long ago, yet many things has changed. 

Now his office was actually his - with it’s baby blue walls, a beat up, cozy couch with galaxy of colorful mismatched pillows and fuzzy blankets making it look way smaller than in reality. Ryder’s books on the shelf above it, his gym bag with spare training clothes stuffed underneath it for any impromptu training session with Jared. His coffee corner gained a few special mugs and the drawer in it was full of Charlie’s chocolate.

The young doctor snorted at this thoughts. His office became what it was meant to be - a safe space for a few people, their presence imprinted by all those little things they felt safe leaving with him. No matter how small it was and how ridiculously sentimental it seemed all those details made Sebastian proud. He was doing what he was supposed to do, the space he created served its’ purpose. 

The new term has started and that meant new assignments. Maybe some of them will find their safe space here as well?

He looked up when the door opened slowly “Yes?”

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dixielaminer‌:

“I think it’s short for eye movement… desensitisation and, um, reprocessing.” Dixie said, trying to remember what they had told her about it. “They use like… I don’t know, eye movements to reprocess traumatic memories?” She shrugged. “But I don’t know how it will work if I don’t… remember consciously, you know?” She wasn’t too optimistic in general. “Yeah, that does seem like it should be long enough… sorry.”

All the girl was telling him sounded like medical terms he just could not really understand. Oliver had no clue about the different types of therapy there was. Upon coming to Brielle, he was prescribed to start taking few types of medications and he did before the negative side effects became a bit too much to handle so he ceased taking his meds. In this topic everything was pretty black and white for Oliver. 

“Sounds complicated” he nodded, his eyes showing a certain degree of confusion. “I hope it helps you though” he added.

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briellecapello‌:

‘Well would you look at that. Someone who actually agrees that girls can dress like sluts.’ And a guy no less. The inner thoughts of the intern spoke to herself in her head. If anything, she assumed Halloween would be a guys favorite holiday. Simply because girls dressed like SKANKS. 

“I couldn’t have said that any better myself. Any one who doesn’t try and just throws some lingerie or skimpy outfit on in my book is filed under a slut.”

      Piper agreed with him, although trying NOT to say too much that could land her in hot water. She may only be twenty years old and could act older then she was, but in the back of her head Piper’s attitude drawled from that age. It was extremely difficult to mind her tongue and act like an upper staff member as opposed to a teenager some days.

      Even though he didn’t grow up with Halloween, at least he could appreciate it here for all that it was and see what he was missing out on.  She noted the way he spoke was a bit sad in a way; only because of what he had been missing out on. But Brielle didn’t do half a bad job putting Halloween here together.

“It really is so much fun. It sucks you didn’t grow up with it. But Brielle didn‘t too shabby a job to put in the spirit.”

      The intern tried to sympathize with him.  Noticing how his eyes traveled to her iridescent set of wings and was intrigued to how she made them, Piper cracked a smile as she spun half way on her glittery gear stiletto to show off part of her wing set.

“Hangers and cellophane. And then I cut some out to make them look like gears and just taped them in.”

Oliver laughed slighty at the redhead’s comment. He was glad she was not offended by his words, since these days he had no clue what to say in order not to offend anyone. Luckily, the girl seemed to be supporting his view so that was good.

“Right? Like even if you’re not creative enough, there is plenty of options nowadays to fill that gap and just buy an interesting costume, but I guess it’s much easier to just put some revealing clothes, some red lipstick and be a sexy nurse” he sighed, evidently annoyed by this type of people.

Everything in Brielle seemed completely in the spirit for the holiday and he liked the vibes it was radiating, but lately he felt so tired and physically exhausted that he had no power to engage into any kind of activity.

“True, but I uh haven’t been feeling my best lately, so I am fine with just observing you know” he shrugged, not really saying any details about his medical condition. Perhaps she did not really care. She seemed to be a member of the staff, but he was not entirely sure about it. 

“Pretty cool, you got some creativity in you that’s for sure” he nodded, looking rather impressed by her costume and the way she put it together. 

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“Pretty much!” She nodded. That was a good genre to call them, she’d never thought of that before. Writing and music were her two passions. They were outlets for her sadness and her anger and her uncomfortableness. They helped her express what she couldn’t necessarily say out loud.

“Hmm” she thought. “How about you play something and I’ll try to come up with something?” She suggested. “I like deep music.” She added.

Deep music. It was a relatively broad term, which required extra thought and reflection. After taking few moments to try to come up with a title of a song, he finally got an idea. Laugh I nearly died by The Rolling Stones popped up in his mind. He knew the notes and could easily play it as it was not a hard to play song.

“Alright then, I will play Laugh I nearly died by the Rolling Stones okay? ” he nodded as he picked up his guitar and put the strap band over his shoulder. He placed his fingers on the strings and took few moments to try to remember how did the song exactly go. After a minor hesitation, he began playing and waited for Olivia to tune in.

Closed // Olivia

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abriellewillis‌:

He didn’t seem at all deterred by her small outburst, which she was grateful for.  Ellie accepted the pack of tissues with a meek “thank you,” and began smearing away at the glue on her face before it could dry. “I wish it was just glitter. My hair’s gonna be a matted, sticky mess in a few minutes,” she complained with a feeble smile, not knowing whether to laugh at herself or to cry. A defeated feeling was rising in her throat, and she mentally scolded herself for being so weak. All. The. Time. Quickly, she pulled one more tissue from the pack before handing them back to the nice man, not wanting to use all of them up. 

Oliver had seen much worse than a little glue on a girl’s face, so making unecessary comments about it was just pointless. “You can achieve a new kind of look, maybe you end up liking it” he shrugged lightly as his lips formed a slight smile. “You can have them, you need them more than I do” he assured, leaving the pack of tissues in her hands. “So you new here? Haven’t seen you before” he added, focusing his look on the blonde’s features. Oliver had a pretty photographic memory so it was really simple for him to memorise faces and this girl was definately someone he had not seen until now. 

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garbataille‌:

She couldn’t tell if it would be more or LESS difficult to find a time; with the uncertainty of their conditions, making plans in advance would be tough. Albeit, assuming he had to be staying nearby to her room, perhaps if Oliver wasn’t just being polite, he could just pop in when he found himself without something better to do. Garnet hummed in thought for a moment, consider her recent change in preference. Anything too loud left her with a throbbing headache & anything too emotional was simply… too draining. “I – I’m not sure what to call it, I like B-Bon Iver, the Head & the H-Heart, Birdy… c – classical music too. What- um… what about you?”

A cure. Surely, there were worse diseases that needed cures: cancer, or blindness, or diabetes. Garnet had resided herself with the thought that if she had to be another statistic for this rarity, at least someone else would be less likely to also have this affliction. But considering someone like Oliver – for him & the other people like him, to get their lives back, that would mean everything. Her thoughts were diverted as hazel orbs looked up once more, unsure how to answer. Perhaps she had lost everything, but perhaps she never had anything to begin with. Maybe it was retribution, the scars she now wore. They pulled when she smiled, still red & angry to the touch, but a constant reminder she was alive. Should she be grateful for that? Regardless, Oliver clearly had been through enough; there was no need to burden him with useless information. Dark locks bounced as she shook her head ‘no’, offering a weak smile. 

“I – I’m sorry to hear that,” she murmured earnestly, “Hard to stay awake, hard t-to sleep… that m-must be difficult.” In truth, Garnet had started to accept sleep. In sleep the days passed faster, she didn’t have to think, she didn’t have to be. “I’m glad at least you – you’ve found something that c-can help you. Do – Do you run long distances?” Again, the brunette shook her head ‘no’. “Not y-yet.”

In Oliver`s case, music was what was helping him cope with his condition. It was the only activity on which he could really concentrate and stay focused without being distracted by the games his mind was playing. No dark thoughts, no feeling of powerlessness, just plain simple satisfaction from the sounds coming from his guitar. Nevertheless, surely it was different for other people. Everyone had their own thing and he wondered what that was for the brunette. It appeared to him that music was rather not it. 

“Oh okay, really soft, but nice” he smiled lightly. This type of music was not exactly his style as it was a bit too soft and light for his liking, but he was willing to try and play a song. “What about... Ben Howard? Do you like him?” he asked, after reflecting for a moment over which artist he actually knew better from this genre of music and could play a song. “I like classic rock.. old classic rock you know Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Joy Division, The Rolling Stones... this kind of stuff usually, but also blues” he nodded. His music taste was not exactly varied, but there were a lot of artists that he liked from particular genres of rock. 

After the brunette replied negatively with no further explanation, Oliver figured it was a topic she obviously had no desire to talk about. Thus he gave a slight nod in order to show understanding and moved on to the next topic, without asking any further questions.

Running was rather a too strong term regarding what he really did, which was more of a light jogging. “More like short distances... I just go for a jog when everything.. the tiredness, the overwhelming feelings get too much. Physical activity kind of helps charge back your energy” he explained. In such cases he was ready to do anything at all, as long as it could take his mind off things. “Do you have any hobbies?” he asked, taking a glace at the girl and her dark curls, resting on her shoulders. 

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briellecapello‌:

             Germany. Yup, she knew it would be somewhere European. It was a rather interesting spew of facts to hear how other countries celebrated certain holidays - or lack their of. The odds of things changing over the course of time was probably unlikely. Usually it seemed half these things boiled down to religion and there was honestly no changing that which stemmed over hundreds of years.

“Getting drunk isn’t even the fun of it. I’d say getting dressed in a costume and showing off your creativity to be something you’re not is where the fun lies. It’s a shame some people can ruin fun times.”

     Piper responded with a small shrug of her own. Had her fairy wings wrapped around her shoulders instead of the small of her back, there would have been more movement to her shrug.

“Well that’s something at least. Too bad it‘s in February instead of October.”

      She agreed with him. Even a carnival was more spirited if people were dressing up in costume. Only to some people would it take months to plan something out; something which the intern could completely relate to. She definitely could use months to prepare for her costume to make it flawless. And so when people took notice, a sense of pride rippled through the red haired beauty that her hard work had been acknowledged. Just like what he did.

“Thank you. This took me a couple months to put together. The wings were the tricky part.”

      The intern flipped a piece of fire from one shoulder to the other as a smile adorned her lips.

Oliver could understand what the redhead meant. He used to love dressing up for carnival and Germany had so many traditions connected to this holiday. The streets were full of people celebrating. One could see groups of people dresses in different themes. He really missed that. He missed his friends.

“Right?? That’s why I am annoyed, because some people just want to look.. you know as slutty as possible and they don’t really give a shit about the actual costume” he shrugged. He did however appreciate people like her, who would spend a good amount of time trying to create an original costume. 

“I do love this creepy vibe about halloween though and the excitement in everyone’s eyes.. people who grew up with it” he muttered. It was always different when one grew up with a particular tradition or holiday. Normally, it was really hard and just not the same to get adjusted to new traditions in other countries.

The wings of the girl seemed so detailed, she must have indeed spent a good amount of time on creating them. “They look really good, what did you use for them?” he asked while observing them from a bit closer proximity. 

[olivermeyer]

Oliver was wandering around the halls, searching for something to do or someone to talk to. He had this sense of overwhelming boredom and loneliness that he just could not simply brush off. He was thinking about Payson, he had not seen her from so long. What happened to her? Perhaps she left.. which was wonderful, but why did she not say goodbye? All these questions left him quite confused and lonely. Like all other people, she left as well. What was even the point of forming any friendships since they were going to end soon or later. 

As he walked pass the arts and crafts room, Oliver peaked in and saw a girl sitting in there alone and swearing as she sprayed her face with glitter. “Could be worse than glitter I guess” he shrugged. However, if he was at her place, he probably would have been just as angry, since small things could get him completely out of control. “Here, I have a tissue” he offered, taking a pack of tissues from the pocket of his jeans denim jacket and handing it to the blonde. Two things he would always carry with him - pack of cigarettes and pack of tissues.

Festive was the last word to describe Abrielle Willis as she moodily sulked through the hallways of Brielle Institute. However, there was no doubt in her mind about participating in the one holiday a year she actually gave a shit about. Halloween was the only acceptable time where Ellie could be anyone, or anything, besides herself. The one thing she hated the most. This could be fun.. she argued within herself, desperately trying to lift her spirits. The gears in her head whirred imagining a life where she’d never have to take the costume off.

Finally, she happened across a doorway that seemed to lead to a sort of ‘arts & crafts’ room, and she shuffled in awkwardly to plop herself at an empty table. Merely minutes into painting the delicate, glittery scales she had cut out, she managed to squeeze the glitter bottle a bit too tightly and coated the front of herself in thick globs of glitter glue. “God, fucking shit damnit!” She spat, screwing her eyes shut and wiping the sticky mess away from her lips. She was so busy clawing the residue from her closed eyes that she didn’t notice the other person who had just seen her messy explosion, and she gasped in sudden fright upon opening them again. “You— you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!” She fumbled over her words, forgetting all about the globs of glitter dripping from her hair and clothes.

[olivermeyer]

Oliver was sitting down in the lounge area with his legs folded under him,  thinking of how to fill his time since he actually felt good and not tired, which was new. He turned his head to look at the boy dressed as a Jester. It was an amusing, but also very creative costume. It appeared to him as the guy had spent good time on making it. He found especially amazing the creativity that he had to decorate his Doc Martens. 

“Really love your Docs man, kudos to you for doing that yourself” he nodded, a light smile appearing on his pale face.

Oliver was wearing a pair of Doc Martens himself. Simple, black,u ankle boots. He had them for over two years, which naturally made them look rather slightly dirty and scruffy. They were however still in perfect shape, not even close to breaking. The sole reason why he loved them so much, it seemed impossible to break these shoes. They had been through so much, but were still going strong. 

Oliver was not convinced about alcohol, but he was more than ready to smoke a joint right now. He still had one in his room since he did not manage to smoke that one with Payson the night in Mexico when they sneaked out of the camp. But then on a second thought he was not sure if he wanted to that to himself - being baked on a halloween night when everyone was dressed up. Spooky. 

“Heard, you can talk to someone for that..” he mumbled in a low voice, in an attempt not to be heard by a possible staff member passing by. 

He’d been to his fair share of Halloween parties to be able to see the fun in it, at least. He never went wildly overboard with costumes or anything, and usually picked something relatively scantily clad because looking anything other than less than utterly desirable wasn’t going to do him any favours at the agency. And before that, too—Raul had brought him along to plenty of events, and though they had varied in… legitimacy and class, for sure, he’d always preferred Chase to be wearing as little as possible. 

Fortunately for Chase, he preferred that too. 

This time, however, he had nothing but time, and a less of a conclusive reason to look the part of a hustler. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to show some skin—because he wouldn’t be Chase if he wasn’t mildly obsessed with turning some heads—but he also decided to go as more than just a ‘sexy fireman’ as he’d initially planned when he’d heard about the event. 

With time on his hands and means to accessing a bit of harmless craft supplies from the staff in light of the event, he actually fashioned his own boot covers to go over the tops of his Doc Martens. He used mostly red, black and white suede, cut them into strips, sewed them in rows onto a piece of elastic and attached little bells on each end. He got his hands on an excellent mask, fashioned himself a little crown out of paper, styrofoam and a bit of paint and feathers, and managed to find some coloured nylons he cut into short, fingerless gloves. He threw in a little white ruffled collar which he pinned around his neck, wore his most torn up black trousers, ripped at the knees and tight around his arse, and then went shirtless—of course. Because really, the only thing he needed to turn heads were his tats. They’d always done the job. And he may not be needing to pick up clients tonight, but that didn’t make the concept of attention any less appealing. 

While he was most looking forward to checking on the bonfire, he made the Pumpkin Ball his first stop, drawn to the music and the flashing lights that reminded him (perhaps a bit too much) of a kind of home he no longer had.

“Okay, but the question is,” he said to no one in particularly, but anyone who was listening. “Is there punch, is it spiked, and if not, how can we change that.” Hopefully, it would be easy enough to play off as a joke, if a staff member overheard—especially with the look on Chase’s face. Impish and playful and, well, he was dressed as a Jester, right? He’s not supposed to be taken seriously tonight. 

But in all seriousness…. he could really go for a drink. Or five. How about shots? How about many, many shots. Preferably tequila.