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Who: Lynne
What: Waiting to leave
Where: In front of the nurses' station, 2nd floor
When: late Monday morning
Mentioned: King, Armand

Lynne clutched her bags, standing so stiffly her back ached. She was early, waiting for King to show up before she could leave. Wistfully, she had hoped to run into Armand. He'd probably already left for Massachusetts; they hadn't said goodbye. Lynne leaned, back against the nurses station. She afraid of losing the few, tenuous friendships she thought she built. There were memories here, some of the only ones she had that included people other than her mother. At the same time, Lynne felt reasonably confident she would wind up back here. She sighed, pasting a smile onto her face that she planned to greet both King and her new, if temporary, home with.

Who: Nadia
What: Nadia says goodbye.
When: Wednesday Morning
Where: Common Room
Mentioned: Marco, Tatsu, Greely, Jennie
Close, Complete

Nadia had planned on being gone by now. Her bags were packed and waiting for days, she'd made her confessions and even said her goodbyes to the staff that she didn't think Dr. Greely would keep around, but it wasn't until the 19th of December that she'd finally managed to request her transfer.She sat on the old plaid couch staring at the tv as she waited for her ride to arrive. She wondered if that couch would still be there when everyone returned, or if the old tv would get replaced with a nice new one. A part of her knew she would never find out. The fact that she was being sent to a half-way house instead of an institution indicated that she didn't need to be in an institution anymore, and though she would miss the place, she was going to do her best to get better. She reached over with her right hand, and felt a knot in her left arm. It was the place where her arm had been broken.

That day she threw herself down the stairs, she'd been told that she was fine and sent home by the doctors at that local hospital. She'd though no one cared, but she realized now why they didn't seem to care. It was hard for anyone to care at all when there were more important things. She saw that with everyone here. It was hard to care about a speck of dust that Marco was worrying over when Tatsu was harassing someone in another room, and even harder to worry about a false illness when there are people in the world who are truly ill.

"your ride is here" Jennie, the nurse on duty said as she laid a hand on Nadia's shoulder.


Nadia nodded and stood up. She lifted her duffel bag over her shoulder and took one last look around the room. It had been a year and a half since she'd first walked into that room. She'd spent more time in Cherry Hollow than she had in most of her foster homes. It was more of a home than any place she'd ever been. Nadia was going to miss it, but she was going to do her best to never come back again.

"I'm sorry I lied to you" She said as they approached the stair well. Jennie nodded, but Nadia wasn't apologizing to Jennie, she was apologizing to all of Cherry Hollow.

Who: Morgan & Nevan
What: Nevan snoops around for Morgan to wish him a not-so-crappy birthday
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: Room 8, Men's side.
Mentioned:
OPEN, INCOMPLETE

It was not exactly a long treck from Nevan's room to Morgans. In fact, they were directly beside eachother, being room 7 and 8 and all. Things were a bit of a mess in his room, to be honest. As much as Nevan wanted to be out of Cherry Hollow, he hated all the hassle involved with actually getting there, from making sure he wasn't going to forget anything to the several hour long car journey that was going to be involved. He wasn't leaving for another couple of days, but it was still getting on his nerves.

So doing something else to get his mind of it was fairly standard. Specifically, it had been doing a drawing/card for Morgan, for his birthday, because it was the only thing he could feasibly give. He didn't get on well with enough of the nurses to really get away with giving some kind of cake, after all. But still, it was hardly fair if he didn't try, when Morgan had for him, right?

Well, mostly it was because he had needed to do, really, but that worked as well. And so Nevan moseyed over to room 8 and rapped his bony knuckles on the door, fidgeting and waiting for someone to open the damn door.

Who: Marco, OPEN
What: Reacting to the E-Mail
Where: Common Room
When: Thursday, a couple hours after the e-mail was sent
Mentioned:
INCOMPLETE, OPEN

"How could they just do that?" Marco complained to no one in particular as he paced across the common room for what felt like the millionth time. At this point, there ad been enough time for the e-mail to get around, and Marco wasn't the only one talking about it. He was just, as far as he knew, the only one pacing about it.

"I mean, how do they expect any of us to improve by sending us away for a month and a half?" He continued, pausing for a moment only to brush something off his pants before going right back into his pacing. "It's not healthy! They can't just change everything! They can't just change everything..." He hoped he wasn't the only one bothered by this.

Who: Charley, OPEN
What: Plottage
Where: Cafeteria
When: Thursday Evening
Mentioned: Denzil


Charley helped herself to a huge plate of "Thanksgiving" food and chose a seat right in the middle of the cafeteria. Fact of the matter was that she was going to drag anyone who passed her (except Denzil) into her little escape plan. She wanted out of the institution, and she wanted out now.

Who: Lynne, Julius
What: The joy of math.
Where: Outside room 7, men's hallway
When: ~4 pm, Friday afternoon
Mentioned: Lucy
Incomplete/Open

Lynne wore the same constant, timid smile she used when meeting all new people. She wasn't sure Julius would even be in, and perhaps he wouldn't want to do math right now, even if he was in. She still didn't know if knocking on someone's door somewhat unannounced would be considered rude. Plus, she hoped Julius wasn't taking a nap or something. Still, the pale brunette kept her head up and her shoulders pulled back. She liked math. She thought she could probably help Julius. Plus, meeting and interacting with other patients seemed like the only way she'd ever prove she could handle getting out of the institution.

Lynne tucked her hair behind her ears and knocked quietly on the door.

WHO: Dr. Greely & Dr. Davids
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: Dr. Greely's Office
WHEN: 4 PM, Monday
MENTIONED: Charley



Carver was annoyed with the carelessness of Dr. Davids regarding his patient, Charlotte Johnson. He was treading a very thin line and Carver just didn't like him anyway. He really wouldn't mind firing the man at all. For now he just had to smooth some things over and put Davids in his place.

Who: Guenevere, OPEN OPEN OPEN
What: Playing Clue!
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Common Room
OPEN, INCOMPLETE

Guenevere had mentioned in her journal that she would be doing a game night, or a friendly riot, and she did indeed mean it. This was why she had the clue board set up, each of the pieces set up in their little corners. She wished they looked like little people. That would have been neat.

To add to the fun, she'd spent a few hours in the art room earlier that week fashioning hats out of construction paper. The hats sat behind their color coordinated pieces. They weren't exactly works of art, being no more than what would be compared to a burger king crown, but they were fun. It was, after all, the day before Halloween. This was like the pre-halloween game night party thing.

Guen wore her Miss Scarlett red construction paper crown, waiting for other people to join her. She didn't know if she'd get 5 other people, though she didn't see why not... It'd be a completely different crowd than last time, though, at least for the most part. That'd make it fun.

Who: Nevan
What: Nevan's feeling sick and cranky about it
When: Friday, Late Afternoon
Where: Common Room, Bathroom
Mentioned:
OPEN, INCOMPLETE

It had all started a little after lunch. Well, the miniscule amount of food that Nevan generally considered to be lunch, anyway. It was your usual day as a crazy in a nuthouse. Pills, crap food, lectures from the nurses, vague contemplations of how to escape with a pencil, a pen and a sheet of paper. But not so long later, as he'd been doodling in ihs sketchbook out of boredom, he realised his lines were becoming a little shakey and... odd. Not so long after that was the dizziness. Not that dizziness itself was desperately odd. Nevan was pale and skinny and rarely ate enough. Sometimes he -did- get a rush of dizziness, especially if he was getting up all of a sudden. But the dizziness persisted, and soon the common room felt as though it were pitching back and fore like a boat in stormy weather.

No amount of closing his eyes, gritting his teeth or head-between-the-knees helped, either. Before long he had staggered up, looking a little green tinged, to a nurse, and muttered through gritted teeth. "Bathroom. Now. Unless you want me chuck up on your shoes."

So, for about ten minutes, anyone lucky enough to pass the bathroom would hear a mixed assortment of foul, and endlessly creative,  cursing interrupted every few moments by retching and coughing. And all Nevan could really do was think darkly about how it was -someone's- fault. It was either the vile food they were giving them (he'd often stated loudly that the food made him want to barf) or all the meds they were giving him. Come to think of it, he could have -swore- there was a different looking pill this morning...

After almost ten minutes of throwing up and another few minutes to wash out his mouth and brush his teeth (because seriously... BLECH) he finally staggered out again as the nurse locked the door. He confirmed, no, he did not want to go to the infirmy, yes, he would feel better in a few minutes, and so the nurse left him alone for now. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor, grumbling under his breath, and willed the dizziness and remainer of nausea to go away.

Who: Lynne, Armand (+cafeteria staff, nurses)
What: Dinner, watching Breakfast at Tiffany's, hanging out.
Where: Cafeteria first, brief library stop, common room, then Lynne's room.
When: Tuesday the 23rd, dinner time.
Mentioned: Maddox's Grams
Complete!

Lynne entered the cafeteria meekly, sat down at the first empty table she saw, and stared at the tabletop. She joined her hands together in her lap, waiting patiently. After a moment, she glanced over at the food, trying to figure out what was being served for dinner. Once that mystery was resolved to her satisfaction, Lynne resumed staring idly at the table-top.

On the bright side, they seemed to be serving grilled chicken and rice.

Who: Denzil
What: Heading to the girl's side
Where: Girl's corridor
When: Friday afternoon
INCOMPLETE, OPEN.

Denzil had gotten bored of trying to bug the guys. All that happened was that he got sent to seclusion or got things thrown at him or got his paint stolen and it really wasn't much fun. So that was why, on Friday afternoon, boredom over took him and he decided to investigate the other side.

He headed through the common room and then towards the corridor, and walked through it, knocking on each door as he passed and not stopping until he reached the end. Once he had knocked on the door, he began to pace back and forth, wondering who, if anyone, would open the doors. Of course, if they didn't, he could always barge in and yell at them for ignoring him.

Who: Dr. Thahn-Le, Reiley
Where: her office
When: Friday, October 19; 3:00PM
What: a session
INCOMPLETE

Lai sat back in her chair. The last session with Reiley had been cancelled, so this was her second attempt at meeting the young woman. Her file was interesting to say the least. Dr. Thahn-Le found herself nodding ever-so-slightly as she read over it.

They probably weren't going to get along.

Who: Joan
What: trying to relax
Where: the common room
When: Thursday evening, nine-ish
INCOMPLETE

Joan sat in the common room quietly, flipping through the stations on the TV in a futile effort to relax. Nothing could truly occupy her mind though, or draw it away from what she'd learned at her last session... Blocking her own memories... Creating a fake identity? God, she had to be screwed up to do that to herself.

Who: Dr. Greely & Guenevere
What: Session
Where: Dr. Greely's Office
When: 4:30, Thursday
Incomplete, Closed


So far, Carver had been quite pleased with his choice of patients. They had not been nearly as obnoxious or annoying as the patients that Naomi had assigned him. He was pleased to be making progress with them, and assumed it would be an easy ride from here on out.

Today was Guenevere Rose. It was a name, he noted, worthy of headlines. And headlines were exactly what Guenevere had received before her stay in Cherry Hollow. A very interesting case indeed.

Who: Armand, Lynne
Where: the women's side of the ward, the common room
What: paying Lynne a visit, watching a movie
When: Wednesday, October 17; around 5
INCOMPLETE

Armand bit his lip. He felt nervous, though he wasn't quite sure why. He slid his hat off and ran his hand back over his stringy black hair, then replaced his hat and raised his bony knuckles to the door.

He knocked thrice, then stood, shifting his weight from side to side as he near-impatiently waited for the door to be opened.

Who: Dr. Thahn-Le, Talon
What: a session
Where: her office
When: October 16, 3PM
INCOMPLETE

Though Lai had sent Talon an email that they wouldn't be having sessions face-to-face and speaking until he was comfortable with the idea, she still thought it would be best if they were actually to meet first. If he could put a face with the name, it might make him more comfortable with the idea of speaking with her later on. She wouldn't be just a computer screen; she'd be an actual person.

Who: Dr. Bailey & Morgan
What: A Session
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Her office
Incomplete, Closed

Dr. Bailey hadn't been putting off her session with Morgan so much as she had been distracted. Her parents had come for a suprise visit, then once they left, a friend of her husband's had spent a couple days on their couch. Just when they'd gotten the house back to themselves, her inlaws stopped in and overstayed their welcome. She was amazed she had energy after the rush of people who had come through.

Now at work, she enjoyed a moment of silence before asking a nurse to send Morgan her way.She felt bad it had taken as long as it had.

Who: Dr. Greely & Anna
What: Session
Where: Dr. Greely's Office
When: Monday, 2 PM
Mentioned: Trista
Incomplete, Closed



Carver was interested in moving right along with his patients. Anna, or Joan (as she liked to be called), suffered from what was called a Dissociative Fugue. According to the man who claimed to be her father (which had been proven true by Carver's favorite thing, science), she had suffered no physical trauma, and there were no records of a car crash or anything that might have caused a head trauma. A dissociative fugue just woke up one day as someone else.

A girl named Trista had come through his office years ago, with the same disorder. In fact, several things had been very similar.... for instance, both girls had only retained a car from their past lives, and had gotten away without a driver's license, somehow. He would like to draw some other parallels between Trista and Anna, but he would have to meet with her first.

Who: Dr. Thahn-Le, Nicole
Where: her office
When: Monday, 3 P.M.
What: Another session
INCOMPLETE

Lai left her office door open and looked out the window. Autumn was already here; the air was chilly and the leaves were already turning colors. She smiled faintly. She liked spring better because of the flowers; but autumn had its own charm. She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, then buzzed the nurse's station.

"Send up Ms. Roe, please."

"Yes, Doctor."

Click.

She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, waiting surprisingly patiently. She was feeling much better lately, which meant her work didn't suffer... finally.