Oh to be normal (Open)

[RILEY JADE SCOTT]

Riley was allowed very little exercise, or let alone be out of her room without super vision. Even now she could hear the guards outside the room where she swam. Her bikini with small hearts all over it. She refused to wear a string bikini or the one piece that the hospital tried to issue her. She had compromised that she would make a splash every time the timer went off so they would know she wasn't drowning, but in exchange they let her swim to her hearts content. From what she understood hardly anyone came down here so that wasn't a bad situation for her.

She loved being in the water. She felt calm and relaxed. Laying on her back she floated with her eyes closed thinking over everything that had happened to her recently. She went from a straight A student, with a boyfriend, lots of friends, to a crazy girl who would be lucky if she could ever have a boyfriend again. She felt the tears fall down into the pool as she thought about her dreams. Getting married, having children, and letting them be free. They wouldn't have to get straight A's, B's would be perfectly acceptable. If they wanted to draw, why the hell not! You're a great artist. They wouldn't have had to be Scott perfect.

She laughed at that. Scott perfect? How long had she not been Scott perfect. Since she started dating? Since she got her belly button pierced? Or did it really all start when she got admitted into the Asylum. Hearing the timer go off she kicked her feet to make one loud splash. She heard the thud back and relaxed once again. She pushed away the unhappy thoughts of unhappy pasts.

Turning her thoughts to her siblings she couldn't help but break out into a grin. Cole with his cold exterior. Yet he always gave her whatever she wanted. Even if that something was technically against the rules...well sometimes. Then there was Sophia, her Sophie. Riley wasn't sure what she'd do without Sophia. She never wanted to find out. On the other hand she hoped her sister would find someone that would make her very happy and be able to have babies. She wondered idly if she'd be able to hold her niece of nephew without having an attack. She sighed at the thought.

Her pychatrist wasn't the nicest person. She seemed to think that a lot of what she was going through was all in her head. Strictly speaking it was, but wasn't it this woman's job to at least attempt to make her better? Riley sighed and sat down on the step on the shallow end of the pool. She wanted a lot of things but had no way to get them. She was going to find a way to change all of that.

[HAYLEY SOPHIA VOGEL]

Over-dressed again, like always. But as Hayley Sophia Vogel said, it’s best to be over-dressed than under-dressed. Hell, even her casual days consisted of looking like a queen- she was one to always look over-the-top. Perhaps that was why she gave off such a snooty persona, then again, if the shoe fits, right? She couldn’t help but be a bitch- it’s how she was raised… okay, so that wasn’t entirely true. Hayley just tried too hard to change people- she felt that being an authoritarian worked all the more quickly than being a softy. People were more likely to listen and respect her if she came off as high in power, right? Whether or not that was true, she still managed to go down to a “normal” level with some of the patients- she would do person-to-person instead of psychiatrist-to-patient. Like said, that was only with some patients… the ones she actually liked. Yes, Hayley was hard to get along with, for the most part. The female seemed rather unemotional and “programmed,” if you will. She nagged, bitched, and scolded… but that was the motherly side in her.

Her eyes shifted around as she skimmed the outside area. There were relatively few people out here- and even less guards… that didn’t strike her too well. She believed a majority of the population at the asylum took their job way to… casually. They needed to step up- and she had voiced that opinion several times with Mr. Xavier. He may get annoyed with her persistence, but you have to at least partially admire it, right? She obviously cared about the well-being of the patients and the people within the asylum… not to mention her sister was a patient there, so naturally she wanted to make sure the people working there did their jobs. It wasn’t as easy as that, unfortunately. She wished people listened to her like they were supposed to, but that didn’t always go as planned, and when that happened- she became a bitch. The bitch everyone knew and… didn’t really care for. Did she care? Hell no. If people didn’t listen to her orders, why would she waste her time being nice to them?

Her attention shifted to one of the guards, and she rolled her eyes as she watched the male goof off. “Why don’t you actually try doing your job? I don’t think Slavik would enjoy you acting like a complete fool.” The female snapped out her words, and watched the guard narrow his eyes, but continue about his business- acting genuinely concerned. That’s more like it. A grin played across the raven-headed girl’s lips as she flashed the male a smile and moved inside the large room containing the therapeutic pool. She was certain the male flipped her off, but that was fine with her… she knew how to control a majority of the staff, now, since Mr. Xavier assigned “top” positions to some of the staff. Such as herself. She was head of all the psychiatrists, and psychologists for that matter. Everything else was just a bonus. People listened to her because they knew she’d “squeal” about them misbehaving… but she did it for the well-being of everyone else. A lot less deaths have happened because she was making others do their job.

The female’s attention shifted to a petite girl wading around in the water, and her head cocked slightly. She didn’t understand why the asylum allowed patients to dress provocatively… hell, she didn’t understand why they let anyone do it for that matter. Didn’t it pose as a threat? Fuck. She wished she ran this place- things would be so different… people would actually see improvement, for that matter. Maybe she was too cocky, but that was what she wanted… to help people- and she didn’t see too much of that happening with the Xaviers’ running the place, but alas, she simply worked here; the Xaviers’ owned the asylum, so she would keep her trap shut- for the most part.

Almost immediately after she got over the outfit, Hayley recognized the patient- whether or not the patient knew her. She knew practically every patient at the asylum. Their name, age, level, diagnosis- she had a good memory. It came in handy, though… and like said, she did her job, unlike most of the other staff members at the asylum. “Riley Scott, I assume?” She called out, her eyes skimming over the female once more. She may seem like a bitch, which she is, but somewhere deep, deep down, Hayley did have a heart- despite contrary beliefs. “How are you doing today, Sweetheart? I'm Doctor Hayley Vogel.” She gave a genuine-looking smile, though she was still scoffing at the bikini in her head. It wasn’t the girls fault, but the asylums. Why the hell did they let people dress like that!? Fuck, it irked her.

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^{hope ya don’t mind me joinin!}

[RILEY JADE SCOTT]

Riley couldn't help but giggle as she remembered some of the silly things Sophia used to do with her when they went to the public pool near their house. The silly games they used to play while Cole used to watch. Like the time they had all the girls in the pool playing that they were mermaids, it was very hard to swim keeping your legs together like that. She put her legs together and kicked them a few times. Sophia was really good at that, but Riley always came across as a clumsy mermaid. Though Sophie always told her she was the most beautiful mermaid there was. Even more so than Ariel, her favorite movie at the time.

Riley was jerked out of her thoughts as she heard the woman call out her name. Riley's immediate reaction was to put her guard up. She was ready to bolt if the need arose. If this place had taught her anything she knew never to let your guard around anyone. Just when you thought you were safe, they might surprise you. Looking over the woman, she didn't look like a physical threat, but more of an authoritative one. She was over dressed, especially to be coming to swim. She wondered if she wasn't hot standing in the pool area like that.

Slowly she nodded before she thought what Cole would say if all she did was nod to someone older than her. Quickly she added, "Yes ma'am. That's me." At first the question caught Riley off guard. Why was this woman here? She had a psychiatric already. She didn't particularly like her, but she had one. Was she not supposed to be here? Looking down at her watch she saw she hadn't missed her meeting or anything. She figured she couldn't ignore the woman's question so she answered putting on her very best sugar sweet smile in case she was in trouble, "I'm doing really well. Just enjoying the nice pool this facility has to offer. Are you well Doctor Vogel?"

She figured Cole would approve of that. She was being polite right? Biting her bottom lip she couldn't help but ask, "Am I doing something wrong by being here? I asked the guards if I was allowed when they were escorting me to exercise. If I am, I assure you it won't happen again." Riley stayed on her step but adjust her foot so if she needed to get up quickly she could.

(It's not a problem! I'm really happy to post with new people! )

[HAYLEY SOPHIA VOGEL]

It was evident that the petite girl was taken off-guard. Hayley really didn’t expect anything less. At the asylum, it seemed that everyone tried to keep their guard up as much as possible. Why? Well, it was better that way. As soon as you let your guard down, something bad happened- that’s how it worked anywhere though, right? Everyone gets fucked over at least once in their life- even Hayley had. Maybe that’s why people believe she’s such a callous bitch- she won’t let people get to her… the only people that she actually shows any sort of emotion to are… well… her family. And of course someone like Frankie- but that was even rare. The only reason why she’d even consider showing emotion to him was because he might as well be her brother- I mean, he and her actual brother, Roland, were best friends anyways… so it made sense.

Hayley was very trained- a very observant individual. She’d had much college training, and training on the side, of course. So she noticed that little over-look. She wouldn’t say anything, but still- it was noticed. Did she see everything? Of course not… there were things, however, that she did pay special attention to- her surroundings. And that was anything. From people to places and things to movements and motions in the body, Hayley watched like a hawk. Like said, she had a trained eye for those things. Majoring in abnormal and behavioral psychology, she had to have a well-rounded mind and be a very observant person. If she wasn’t, she’d be in trouble. People could flip in a moment, and something as simple as a hand movement could tell them off. She knew all the signs, and she studied them day in and day out with the high risk patients and those with anger issues. This girl, however, didn’t seem like a threat.

Although she may not seem like one, Hayley knew her record. She had committed a murder at the asylum when she was a staff member there- oh yes, Hayley knew the details. She knew naturally everything about everyone- everything that got around, that is. She had a particular ear and was rather… curious about those around her. Call her nosy, but she made sure she knew those that were in her premises. Hell, she knew her sister’s “boyfriend” was a murdering scum-bag before he even associated himself with her family. Fuck she couldn’t stand that boy. Why couldn’t her sister have gotten with someone… nice? Like a doctor or a dentist… why’d she pick a serial killing rapist with severe- severe anger problems?! Ugh. She’d never understand her sister, who was now pregnant, of all things, and she’d never let her live her idiotic life choices down. She loved her family, but she’d told Audrey multiple times that she was disappointed in the road she took- but she’d also told Roland that, so let’s call Hayley “naggy,” shall we?

Ma’am. It was always nice to meet a patient that actually had manners. Hayley got so tired of being that “cunt” or “bitch.” Sure, she could be one, but damn… when she was being nice, she hated that shit. Not to mention being called either of the terms. She knew some girls who didn’t give a flying fuck. They didn’t mind being talked down to and some even used the words themselves… but Hayley? Please. She was too classy for that- so she said. She was a “lady,” not “trash-” her words exactly. Hell, she only cursed out-loud when she was severely pissed- that wasn’t too often, heh. Anyways, the smile remained on her face as she was recognized, and, knowing she was right- once again- her ego rose as always. There was nothing like being right in her eyes. And Hayley, being the stubborn bitch that she was, was always “right-” in her opinion, once again.

At the girl’s seemingly genuine concern, which Hayley assumed she didn’t really care, the doctor flashed a smile to the girl. “Why yes, I’m actually doing quite well today.” She tried to have a semi-positive outlook on life, but this was a first. She hadn’t really complained all that much today- and that was a shocker in itself- those who knew Hayley would agree. Hah. “Thank you for asking, Dear.” The tattooed female added in. That was a thing about Hayley. With her being so prim and proper, one was taken back by her appearance. She was lathered in tattoos and piercings, and genuinely the majority of the population believed those with tattoos a piercings were “delinquents.” Hayley? No where near that. The girl had a charming smile and a proper air to her, and that would most likely never change. She’d never consumed alcohol, done drugs, or even smoke a cigarette. Yeah, she was really proper. She had drank some wine, but that was as far as she got- and she’d only been drunk off wine… once or so- but she denied it and spoke nothing of it.

When the girl spoke again, Hayley was rather impressed. The girl was a very polite individual- something so… unheard of at the asylum. “Before I answer your question,” she started, “let me thank you for being so polite and having such amazing manners- it’s very appreciated.” And that was sincere- shocker. Hayley did really enjoy it when people acted mature- it was something she was rarely graced with. Between her patients and her family, immaturity seemed to spread in the water. It had to be the water or something, hah. The thought… but yes, mannerism was something incredibly important to Ms. Vogel, so naturally, she would acknowledge it when it was used by someone other than herself.

“Back to the question-” she paused momentarily, “you’re doing nothing wrong at all, Dear.” She smiled at the female and skimmed the premises once more. There was only one guard in there, and hell, he wasn’t paying attention to anything. Glancing at him, a scowl found its way onto Hayley’s face. She simply shook her head and turned her attention back to the girl in the pool. “I was asked to take over Ms. Knight’s patients today- she’s rather ill with a stomach virus and doesn’t wish to contaminate any of her patients.” She did use big words quite often, Hayley couldn’t help it- she always liked talking above people. A bitch? What have I told you? She liked being superior and having an extended vocabulary, she felt, increased that issue. “If you don’t mind me asking, how have your appointments been with Ms. Knight?” Was she concerned? Slightly- but she was mainly wanting to see how the other psychiatrists were working so she could scold them- or talk to Mr. Xavier about them- if needed. “Has she been treating you well?”

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^{good :3 i wanted to rp with some
new people too! sorry about hales
she's a bitch xD}

[RILEY JADE SCOTT]

Riley never took her eyes off of the woman. Cole may have said be polite but he also always told her not to let down her guard. After all is that not how she ended up in this place to begin with? She let her guard down and someone had taken advantage of that aspect. Now her life was a living hell where every person could be seen as a threat to her sanity. Well no use crying over spilled milk right?

Riley simply smiled her sweetest smile when she thanked her for asking. She wanted to raise her eyebrow and make a comment but refrained. Instead she simply replied, "I'm glad that you're doing well. If not I might have had to do tricks for you in the pool to try to make you smile."

When the woman made that small little comment Riley felt her hackles raise. She was waiting for the men with the black hoods or something to show up and drug her or something. SHe was not sure what to expect. Postioning her feet just in case she had to run she was read. As she continued the hackles came down. Not completely but she was no longer ready to rip beat the crap out of anyone that came near her, with the adrenaline she might just be able to push back the panic attack until she was safe with her sister.

Tucking her hair behind her ears, "My big brother and sister taught me to be extremely polite you see. Especially to someone older than myself, or in a higher chain of command then I am." She bit her bottom lip wondering if she had said to much about the chain of command. What that common knowledge? Then again weren't most family like that? You had your parents then your older siblings then you. In Riley's case she had met her father...or as she "affectionately" called him her sperm donor once. That had been enough for her. He had been unnecessarily cruel. She remembered the pretty dress Sophia had helped her put on that day, her hair was brushed out and pulled back with a ribbon with not a hair out of place, even her shoes had been polished, she felt very pretty and even proud of herself. Though she could no longer remember all of the details she still remembered the sharp tone in his voice as well as the disapproval. Apparently she was not good enough for him. That not she had cried herself to sleep seeing as she was only five years old. She decided to shrug it off for now and simply watch the woman's reaction. Then she could judge whether or not she had gone to far or not.

The mental breath she had not realized until that moment she had been holding came out quietly. So she was allowed out here. Good, this was one of her few safe havens. She wanted to ask the woman what she was doing here but thought that might be rude. Remembering a movie that Sophia often quoted when she was younger, "If you can't say nothing nice don't say nothing at all." She smiled to herself, at least maybe once this woman left she would be allowed to go back to swimming in peace.

She continued to watch the woman's face and saw the scowl, following her gaze she saw the same guard just standing there from before. When she used to volunteer here she would flirt with him idly but that was as far as it went, now that she was untouchable he seemed to want to guard her as often as possible. He made for some nice conversation sometimes so Riley did not mind, to much at least. Sometimes she just wanted him to shut up and leave her alone.

The large vocabulary was never something that had bothered her, in fact she loved it. If it meant that she could learn a new word, or be talked to like an adult then she was all for the big new words. Riley feinted concern, "Is the good doctor going to be alright? I would hate to see if anything to terrible happen." She resisted the urge to bit her bottom lip after the lie. After all was it really that big of a lie? She had no desire to know if the woman was alright. Not after the shit she had been putting in Riley's head. Of course she just was not going to be like oh hey your doctor is a bitch by the way. That was something you just don't do.

Pulling herself out of the pull she grabbed the towel that was near by and sat down. This was apparently going to be a long conversation she might as well be comfortable right. Looking at the woman's face Riley figured she did not approve of her bikini. It didn't matter much to her. No one could pin her down and make her wear the asylum one, besides it stunk. It's not like she walked around the asylum towards the pool in the bikini either. She always wore a dress over it. She inwardly sighed, if she were any other person she would probably go off on this woman, but she was a Scott. Besides neither Cole nor Sophia would probably be very happy with her if she did go off on this new woman.

Riley looked over the woman curiously, yes this woman had been asked to take over the cases but for how long...or why for that matter. Sitting on the edge of the chair she sat up straighter, "I don't mean to be rude Miss but isn't that supposed to be doctor patient privileged? I was told that whatever was said in there stayed between the doctor and myself, unless I was threatening to hurt someone, or myself." She smiled sweetly as if this might take some of the sting out of her words. She tilted her head tot he side and nodded, "Yes, she's been treating me as well as you can expect a doctor to treat someone who they believe is crazy. What about you Miss, do you think I'm crazy? Or do you believe I'm making all of this up for some attention that I did not receive as a child?" She looked straight into the woman's eyes refusing to break eye contact, this was the question that Riley herself often wondered.


(Sorry it took so long! Life has been crazy!)

[HAYLEY SOPHIA VOGEL]

Hah, talking of doing tricks. Well the girl was quite the charmer, in a way. She seemed to not butt up against authoritative figures- something Hayley was glad for. She tended to try and be nice, but whenever someone needed her to crack down and get mad, she would. She tried to be nice, like said, but she most often than not came off as a bitch. That was what everyone knew Hayley for- she was emotionless and generally unconcerned. That was her job, though. She wasn’t supposed to get emotionally attached to her patients or anything like that. Not only was it unprofessional, but it was rather… dangerous, if you will. She could begin to get close to a patient, have her guard lowered, and then bam- she’s dead. It is possible- she’s seen it happen… and she’s not going to be the next one to die because of some stupidity and caring actions. That was pointless.

“Tricks, huh? I hope that wouldn’t have been an inconvenience for you.” She smiled before momentarily shifting her attention to the wrinkle in her dress. The female smoothed out the issue before glancing back to the younger of the two. “That’s very thoughtful of you, though, Dear. I’ve heard concern for others can get you a long way in the world.” She heard because she wasn’t going to be the one expressing concern. In the psychiatric room, where she was supposed to show some type of concern, sure. She wouldn’t really be concerned, but she’d poke and prod until she got the answers she needed. She could get most people to talk- not everyone, but some. Some people listened to her simply because she was authority. They feared her- nothing she liked and nothing she disliked. It was a mutual feeling she had, in all honesty.

As the girl explained her situation, and mentioned her siblings, a smile took form of Hayley’s face. It was always nice seeing someone who was a positive output from another’s work. See, Hayley didn’t get that successful- not with all of her siblings, at least. Roland wasn’t very respectful- nor was Audrey. In fact, they were probably the worst of her siblings. Audrey took the cake, though. She was rude, disrespectful, uncaring, and stubborn. Hayley would tell her things for the better of her own self and try to help her out, and Audrey completely ignored her. The main thing? Markus. God Hayley couldn’t stand that little prick. She hated Markus- and it was hard for Hayley to hate someone. She just really couldn’t handle it- him. He was her worst nightmare and he was dating her sister. In all honesty, she didn’t even want to be in the room with him alone- she felt his presence. She legitimately felt the evil lurking under his flesh. She just didn’t understand why her sister would get pregnant with the seed of Satan himself. Oh well, she probably would never know.

“I wish my siblings would have done what you have done- learned to respect those of a higher status. Some of my siblings are the most disrespectful people and make the most irresponsible choices.” She shook her head in annoyance. It was obvious her siblings irked her nerves most of the time. Anyone that knew her knew that. She bitched and nagged a whole hell of a lot, but when she did, it was mainly about Roland or Audrey… maybe even Frankie. She just couldn’t handle their immaturity half of the time. It was a pain in her ass, it really was. But what could she do? “My little sister is the worst of all of my siblings, followed by my younger brother. They are just… totally uncalled for. That’s all I can think of.” Hayley’s voice changed slightly, getting less calm about the situation. She was sounding more or less like a valley girl in some state. Catching herself, she quickly snapped out of it- this girl wasn’t one to talk to… nor was anyone else. Hayley only vented to the main issues of the situations: her siblings.

Clearing her throat, the female changed subjects, a smile on her face once more. She hated when she got out of hand- even slightly. “But enough about me…” Her focus changed to the girl’s next question about her doctor, and Hayley gave a fake, but effective looking smile and a half-assed nod. “I believe so. The case isn’t too terrible. They said she should be fine in a week or so.” Hayley had honestly never cared for the latter of the doctors- nurse, whatever Ms. Knight considered herself. Then again, Hayley had issues with most people that were comfortable in their status. She wanted people to show weakness, and whenever they didn’t, she began showing her own weakness. It was practically a domino effect. When someone was confident, she lost her confidence. Ironic, huh?

She shifted her attention back to the girl and rose a brow as she questioned Hayley’s words. Hah. That wasn’t a first- it was just more unexpected with the smaller girl. She didn’t look like the type to do much questioning. At least she was polite about it, though. It did irk Hayley to be questioned, though… that she had to admit; however, she wouldn’t let it show. She had this in the bag and knew exactly what to say. “Actually, the doctor-patient confidentiality applies more-so on just the doctor’s standpoint. If at any point you had felt wronged, you could have mentioned it to someone of a higher status, such as myself.” After all, Hayley was head over all the other doctors and psychologists and such. That was the ultimate power in itself. “I just feel it’s easier for a patient to mention any… chaotic experiences if I address the situation- it’s been that way before.” She kept the smile, but as the girl continued to speak, Hayley’s guard rose once again- yet she remained calm and collected on the outside, not showing the issue.

Hayley remained confident as the girl stared into her eyes. She wasn’t scared- she wasn’t shaken at all, but her guard had risen once again. She tried to not let it lower, no matter who it was, but often times it was a naturalistic effect. “Crazy?” She questioned, a brow rose, “I don’t point the judgmental finger in anyone’s direction- especially one who’s story I have not heard. Depending on the circumstances, you may be considered mentally unstable. Reading your file, anyone would think that- it’s how all patients are set up. They have to be in Xavier for a reason; however, I don’t personally know your story. Anyone can write an article on the newest patient by what they’ve heard or what they’ve assumed, but it takes a true specialist to weed his or her way through all of the dirt to find the true source. So to answer your question, I can’t answer your question.” A slight chuckle escaped her lips at the paradox-like statement she made before glancing back towards the female, “Ask me the same question about one of my patients and I could give you a diagnosis and my professional opinion on them, but anyone can put on a façade, my Dear. Like said, you have to be able to dig your way through all of the information and pick out what’s actually necessary.”

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I’M SO SORRY T_T}

[RILEY JADE SCOTT]

Riley had learned awhile ago that if you want to get anywhere in this place it's usually better to play the good patient and do what the doctor tells you over fighting and throwing tantrums. Though no doubt there was plenty of times she wanted to throw a tantrum, stop her feet and yell, "I'm not taking any more of your damn pills!" Though she kept that to herself, she didn't want to cause anymore issues than she already had with her siblings.

Riley was not sure what to make of the woman, was she playing with her or just trying to be nice. Thinking quickly she shook her head, "Nope tricks are actually my specialty just ask my sister." She couldn't help but grin at all the little pranks she had played on Sophia that she had never gotten in trouble for. Her voice was bitter as she replied, "Oh yes, being nice gets you locked up because you have a nervous break down at your school." Riley had always been nice to people, holding open doors, smiling sweetly, babysitting on the weekends when no one else would. All sorts of things. Yet being nice to the wrong people can end you up in somewhere like here. They'll slap a label on you dose you up and call it a day.

Riley couldn't help but giggle a little bit. When did she really have a choice but to respect the chain of command? It had been that way since she could remember. Yet it wasn't always bad. In fact most of the time it was like they were their own family. Where Sophia was her mom and Cole was her dad, without the incest of course. She had only met her father once and never wanted to meet him again. So she chose to think of him as never existing. A sperm donor was the perfect word to describe him, but she would never say so to her siblings. Seeing the irritation on her face she wondered if she ever irritated her siblings like that. Probably considering that they lived together for awhile and she wasn't exactly the angel child t begin with. "I'm sorry your siblings give you so much trouble. I'm sure they don't do it on purpose though. Maybe it's their way of showing that they love you?"


Riley took the change of subject without even blinking. She was used to this kind of thing. Riley sighed in relief, "I'm glad it wasn't to terrible! I would hate for anything bad to happen to her." No matter what happened, she was glad that no one else had ended up in this place like she did. She may be stuck in this place for now, but she had high hopes of eventually going back to her old life. Well, maybe not her old life, but a new one. With new friends, a new boyfriend, a fresh start. She wasn't sure how long this was going to take, and all she ever heard was, it takes time, be patient. Some days she was tired of being patient and just wanted a magic wand to make everything better.

Seeing the woman before her raise her eyebrow Riley wondered if she had pushed things to far. She was always encouraged to ask as many questions as she wanted, mostly because she would ask them anyway and it was just easier this way. This was a completely different situation though. She didn't know this woman, while most of her questions before had been directed at Sophia. She was about to apologize when the woman responded and she felt relief that she wasn't in trouble... at least not yet anyway. Riley nodded slowly, she hadn't known that, she thought if she said anything that Ms. Knight would blab all her secrets that she didn't want her siblings to know. Then again didn't she write everything down while they were having their sessions anyway? Riley nodded once again, so she was either fishing around for some information about Ms. Knight, or she knew something and just wanted Riley to either confirm or deny that it ever happened.

The word formed as a question. Riley's head jumped to this woman already things I'm crazy. She has already slapped a label and is ready to pop me full of pills and be down with me. Though the words that followed the question took her off guard, so she didn't believe anything yet? It was almost like the fresh slate that Riley had been hoping for! Riley laughed with her. The laugh felt so good, it was a mixture of her relief, her fear, and apprehension, all gone. Maybe this woman could help her get a second chance! Help her get back to her life with her siblings. Riley wanted to hug the woman she was being so uplifting probably without even realizing it. Though hugging her at this point would be bad, considering she would go, what was that word, oh yeah mentally unstable. She liked that a lot better than crazy. She couldn't wait to tell Sophia.

Sitting up a little straighter she licked her lips. This was something she hadn't really talked about. She was very tight lipped about what happened to her. Yet if this woman could help her in anyway, she was more than willing to do whatever she wanted and answer any questions she needed. Smiling Riley said, "Whatever questions you need to ask, or tests you need to run I'll cooperate. Just tell me what I need to do!" For once since the time she had been here, she finally felt enthusiastic. There might just be hope for her yet.

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I'm sorry it took awhile my muse has been shot until today!

[HAYLEY SOPHIA VOGEL]

A smile played on Hayley’s lips as the girl spoke. She had a feeling those “tricks” weren’t just swimming in the pool. The way Riley played it off was nicely done- it would make Hayley be a little wearier when the child spoke. She was making it seem innocent, but the grin seemed to say more than that. It was all in good fun and games, though. Hayley had many experience with her siblings where they played jokes on each other. It was a fun little thing, really. She didn’t mind it one bit. It was really nice, all in all, to have some sort of relationship with her siblings… a positive one, that is. There was plenty of negativity, but she was tired of that, honestly. Hayley just wanted her siblings… her friends. She didn’t get that lucky, though. She was constantly stuck with bickering and bitching day in and day out. Maybe that was her own fault, though.

“Tricks, you say? That sounds more like pranks.” Hayley smirked slightly, watching for the girl’s reaction. She knew she was right- it was obvious from the other female’s face and body gestures. Her demeanor, in a very light sense, changed just the slightest as she mentioned tricking her siblings. Like said before, though, Hayley was all too familiar with the tricks and pranking between siblings. She generally wasn’t the instigator, but there had been many times where Hayley, shockingly, participated in the pranking. She had actually managed to drop her snobby, stuck-up, bitchy attitude long enough to act like a kid with her siblings- those she deemed immature. Oh well. It was actually, although she wouldn’t admit it to her siblings, nice to laugh every now and then- to get out and have a good time.

Hayley gave a soft sigh at the girl’s remark- trying to make it unnoticeable, though. She knew it happened. People were often misdiagnosed or wrongly institutionalized. As much as she hated to think that, it wasn’t her fault, nor was it her business. She simply worked at the asylum. The only thing she could do is diagnose a patient, tell Mattias Xavier of her findings, and then he was the one to decide if the patient needed to remain in the asylum or not. She had no control over that and she wasn’t going to fight- to risk losing her job- over a child she didn’t know. Hell, her own sister was in the asylum and she didn’t work to help her get out. She wasn’t even Audrey’s therapist. Ah well. Like said, that wasn’t her job…

“I hate that that may be the case,” she started, “but I can’t do anything about that. You’d have to talk to your therapist about whatever you feel is going on or if you feel you’ve been wrongly placed in here.” She cleared her throat before continuing, “And in all honesty, we have no control on whether or not you stay or leave. That is solely up to Dr. Xavier and, really, your family. If they feel you need to be here, we can’t rightfully let you out- especially if there’s any file stating you’re not mentally competent.” Hey, she was just telling the truth. “Don’t shoot the messenger bird- I just deliver the facts, and I’m sorry to say that that is the case.” Her whole tone changed at the last part of that sentence. She turned to a softer sound, really showing some sort of empathy for the female. She just did her job- that was all. It was like a waitress at a restaurant- you couldn’t blame her if the food’s isn’t prepared properly… in a way, this was the same thing.

And the sibling subject. Hayley simply shrugged and left it at that. She didn’t know what else to say, and she honestly didn’t want to talk about her problems to a patient- that wasn’t her job, to listen to Hayley rant… so why should she, right? Exactly. She shouldn’t. Moving on, the female smiled as the girl seemed to state some sort of concern for her doctor. Whether or not it was genuine, it was always a nice thing to know that someone cared for you- that your patients cared whether or not you were ill. Hayley had a feeling that none of her patients cared… well, except Rance… Ugh, the very thought of him. Well, honestly the very thought of him had her on edge- in more than one way, if you know what I mean. That man got her blood boiling… it almost… almost turned her own, in a way…

Quickly, her mind changed subjects- blinking away in almost an instance from Rance. She just couldn’t help it. He was her opposite, and for some reason, that attracted her greatly. YES, SO. RILEY, moving on… Hayley tilted her head slightly as the female’s demeanor changed. She was all of a sudden energetic- ready to be diagnosed and talked to. She knew Hayley couldn’t really do that much, but like said, it was always a help when a psychiatrist- especially the head- said that someone wasn’t mentally ill… then that left Dr. Xavier with a large gap to reconsider. “If you would like to change me to your psychiatrist, you’d have to sign a confidentiality form and a notice of leave to Ms. Knight, as well as a new form stating me as your psychiatrist.” She paused, “Now don’t get your hopes up. I only tell you that because this is real, this issue. I have to go by my professional opinion from sessions- I can’t just let you go if I feel you can’t function correctly. Once again, don’t take offence to that… I’m simply stating how it all works.” She looked the girl over, giving an exhale before opening her lips again to give a sincere statement, “I will do everything I can, though, to help you if you have been wrongly diagnosed.”

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OUTFITxx
^heeere.
TAGxx
^{riley :3}
LYRICSxx
^{this velvet glove by the red hot chili peppers}
NOTESxx
^{I'm trying to do better :/}