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dakotalong:

“I thought I left it in my desk in the school room, but when I went to go look there, it wasn’t there anymore.” 

“Somebody probably took it. Do you want to go look for it with me?”

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“Can’t say I have. Where did you have it last?

“Have you seen my pencil case around anywhere? It’s shaped like a duck and it has my name on it.” 

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lara-holt:

“I think I got summoned or whatever, my hypothetical situation isn’t so hypothetical afterall. ”

“I figured it wasn’t. Maybe you should ask Kat, she probably knows more about it than I do.”

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“No idea. Why?”

“If you’re hypothetically asked to testify in court, can you legally decline?”

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“Are you sure? I don't wanna ruin it for ya'. Where did you order it from?”

“My new bed comforter came in, it’s so soft. Do you wanna feel?”

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kittykatlong:

“The stack of files I go through to accept or deny patient transfers or admittance into our safe house.”

“Is there like, a lot of people trying to get in here?”

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kittykatlong:

“For some things, but certain tasks I prefer I keep my personal touch on.”

“Oh? Like what kind of stuff?”

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“common tor, you know you love hanging out with me.”

“oh, of course. i love being forced out of my room when all i want to do is curl up in a ball under all my blankets.”

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“Are you okay?”

“I think I’m gonna avoid all responsibilities today and eat candy in the dark while catching up on Catfish.”

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“I thought you had people top help you with that? It sounds like a lot.”

“I’m so behind on paperwork, I actually can’t believe I let it get this backed up.”

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ripleyjo:

“I don’t know if they can do that.”

“what makes you say that?”

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maybellexo:

“But I want a pretty one. I can’t just write my shit down in a tatty book, it has to be PRETTY.” Like everything in her life, it needed to look perfect and then everything would be fine.

“Maybe you could order one online?” Cara was at a slight loss, torn between wanting to help and to want to stop suggesting things in case it made the other girl angry. “Or you could get a day pass and buy one.”

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maybellexo:

“Yeah. I was never into the prissy psych bullshit but I started it on my own and it feels weird not to have one.” Shaking her head, Maybelle sighed. “I haven’t but I know I’m rubbish with names and can’t remember most of them.”

“I get it. I don’t do the journal thing specifically, but I know the feeling.” She shrugs. “Well she’s tall and blonde, a teacher. You’ll meet her eventually. She’s super nice, although kinda nosy.  If you ask her for one I’m sure it’ll be no problem.”

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maybellexo:

“Nothing, it’s fine. I’d like a journal, I think, it helps me deal with my shit.” She never used to write stuff down but it definitely helped her now. Although it wasn’t ever frequent, she had an outlet she went to when no one else was around. Besides, she’d feel too embarrassed to come clean.

“I’m sure Bailey or someone could get it for you, if you asked. She likes to help us out and stuff. Have you met her?” Cara nodded. “A lot of people use them I think." She didn’t want to put too much pressure on the other about the journal, since it was private and none of her business in the first place.

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Cara was usually one of the first up. Ever since she was little, it was just something that happened. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep in like the rest of the Safe House. They all slept until the later morning hours, meanwhile, she was usually up at six or seven. She began walking around the house a few minutes ago, and it was aimless wandering until she heard noise coming from the kitchen area.

She quietly walked into the dining area, curious. Cara stood in front of the menu board, reading it over before moving towards the noises in the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, she raised her eyebrows at the cook she'd never seen before. "You an early riser too or are they just paying you to be up at this hour?"

“First couple weeks on the job weren’t too shabby,” Trevor muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway into the kitchen.

When you walked into the area, the first thing you would see would be the seating area; booths and tables, with a row of taller chairs along the giant window wall. Past the seating area was something resembling a cash register area where orders were taken–just without the cash register, because no one in the safe house would ever have to pay for food. A small chalkboard sign showed meal options that the patients could choose from. Of course, if they wanted to change anything or request something different they could. The menu was just there to give suggestions in order to break up the monotony of “I order the same thing every day.” Next to the cash register was a large coffee shop getup like you’d see in any public coffee shop.

Behind that was a large kitchen that stretched at least 60 feet backward with ovens and stovetops along one wall, sinks & a dishwasher in the back, a large island that functioned as a prep space in the middle, and a large walk-in refrigerator and freezer on the other side. Open shelves lined the walls near the fridge and freezer. Most of the ingredients & seasonings that were frequently used sat on a shelf next to the stove tops, with utensils hanging from hooks underneath it.

He walked over to the sink and started washing the few dirty dishes that were left from the night before. Someone must have had a midnight snack, he thought. The patients & other staff would start waking up soon, and it was Trevor’s job to get the food ready as soon as they wanted some.

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ripleyjo:

“My mom came on a day she’s not supposed to be here. She knows the rules, but she always does crap like this.”

“Well maybe you could tell the guards to have her stay out and not let her in when she’s not supposed to?”