something strange || Brigitte

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Mike looked over at Brigitte and simply nodded. “That’s exactly what I I I I want to do.” He chuckled. “I don’t know know know if you’ve noticed but I’m not not not exactly they most stable person in in in here.” Mike just shrugged now. “If you knew what I did did did in my first week here you you you wouldn’t be standing next to me right now, that’s for for for sure.”

Chuckling once again, he opened another door but that just led to a patients room so he just closed it. “Live a a a a little, Brigitte.” He grinned at her and moved to the other side of the hall to try those doors.

Brigitte didn’t like the response he said in return to hers. It wasn’t a good thing to know and she was under the opinion that him warning her of whatever he did prior to their meeting was better left unsaid next time. A little late for that though. “Stability has… has nothing to do with it! There’s a fine line between being insane and being stupid, which one of those lines are you walking on?” She licked her lips, forcing herself not to ask what he had done - scaring herself was overstepping the line she had just mentioned.

‘Live a little’ he had said and Brigitte couldn’t think of an adaquate reply so she stayed silent, wandering over to one of the doors he hadn’t looked at yet and pulling it up warily, only an inch, to peer inside. It was nothing but another supply closet - they seemed to have a lot of these in this hallway. “Well… how do we find the door?”

something strange || Brigitte

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“You mean they.. they just cut all the electricity?” Brigitte asked him slowly, surprise etched on her face. Since when had they been able to do that - or, a better question, why would they do that? She guessed it must be boring to die and prompted them to do so, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t ponder over their reasons. “How come nobody stopped everybody from.. you know, looting?” She said ‘you know’ a lot and shook her head at herself.

The bang drew a scream from her and she jumped backwards farther than him, managing to stand at an angle where he was actually in front of her as though somebody was about to charge them. “I don’t.. I don’t know,” she swallowed, hands pressed over her mouth as she stared up at the ceiling. Curiosity rekindled in her, she was half tempted and half terrified at the prospect of going up the stairs to figure it out. 

“The guards were were were were distracted and-” He frowned when he noticed she was using him as a human shield so he took a large step to the side so she couldn’t hide behind him any more. “We should go up up up there.” Mike checked around, where were the steps to go up to the second floor anyway? He had never noticed a door or anything.

Mike went over to one of the doors and pulled it open but that just led to a storage closet so he just closed it again. “I bet you the stairs up there are hidden in another part of the building.”

“By what? Obviously not keeping things under control.” The only thing she could say about that event was at least she hadn’t been there at the time - it would have been terrifying. She huffed to herself when he moved aside, leaving her in the open to be attacked despite that being unlikely; nobody was charging down the hallway, he had been a good human shield for a slit second. “You…” She started, giving him a look of disbelief and not being able to finish her sentence.

The time he took to look through the doors, Brigitte spent staring at his back incredulously before he spoke, breaking her from the shocked trance prompting her into speaking. “Let me get this straight, you heard screaming from up there and you want to… check it out? That doesn’t sound crazy in the slightest!” 

something strange || Brigitte

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brigitteblanc:

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She looked frightened so Mike raised his brow even more, she always seemed to look scared and sported that ‘deer caught in headlights’ look every time he had seen her around. “No, I don’t but I think something is happening up there, the ghosts maybe? Ugh, I hope not, that black out was enough to last me a life time.” He remembered that it had started when he was in solitary so it had been twice as scary to sit there in the darkness and the quiet and just… Mike shuddered at the thoughts.

“Anyway, what do you think it is? Think they’re moving something up there?” Another thud confirmed that it wasn’t something being moved, that would’ve made a scraping noise rather than a thud so Mike shook the idea out of his head. “Someone getting beaten up?” He wouldn’t be too surprised by that.

“Or… do you think they finally installed a gym? imagine how many people would use it and throw each other on the equipment to break others backs.” Mike just spoke casually, his gaze moving back up when there was the sound of a scream or something. “Okay that’s a person.”

His brow raising didn’t help her nerves in the slightest and she tightened her fingers around the collar of her shirt, loose only enough that she wasn’t being choked. Then she nodded at his remark, pondering what else it could be as she tilted her head back to glance at the ceiling once more. Her gaze was locked solely on it when she replied. “Blackout?” She asked with confusion, having not been here at the time.

“It might be, but how would the ghost be able to, you know, pick the stuff up and drop it at this hour?” Last time she had checked the time, it was only about two - but how long ago had she done that? Time escaped her whenever she sat around staring blankly at walls and she was suddenly aware of her lack of any ideas the time could be now. Another thud made her shake her head negatively, though it wasn’t needed since he had probably thought the same as her. “I think it’s more likely somebody getting beat up…”

Brigitte didn’t think they would put a gym in, though maybe they would. A few people would do good in a gym, working off some of their stress problems… Yes, a few people definitely needed a gym or something similar. “You think more pessimistically than me,” she told him slowly, having not considered that. She winced at the screaming, swallowing. “Oh..” 

“Yeah, this this this blackout that happened a a a a while ago, the place was looted by the patients and the the the ghosts thought it was funny to to to fuck us up further by doing it.” Mike shrugged and looked back at her when the scream sounded again. “I aint going going going up there.” He shook his head now and shoved his hands into his pockets.

It suddenly fell silent but that didn’t mean it had settled down, no, it was far from that. Mikes gaze moved back upwards and he tutted softly. He was about to say something else when there was an almighty bang on the ceiling which made him jump back in fright. “What the fuck is going on up there?!”

“You mean they.. they just cut all the electricity?” Brigitte asked him slowly, surprise etched on her face. Since when had they been able to do that - or, a better question, why would they do that? She guessed it must be boring to die and prompted them to do so, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t ponder over their reasons. “How come nobody stopped everybody from.. you know, looting?” She said ‘you know’ a lot and shook her head at herself.

The bang drew a scream from her and she jumped backwards farther than him, managing to stand at an angle where he was actually in front of her as though somebody was about to charge them. “I don’t.. I don’t know,” she swallowed, hands pressed over her mouth as she stared up at the ceiling. Curiosity rekindled in her, she was half tempted and half terrified at the prospect of going up the stairs to figure it out. 

something strange || Brigitte

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She looked frightened so Mike raised his brow even more, she always seemed to look scared and sported that ‘deer caught in headlights’ look every time he had seen her around. “No, I don’t but I think something is happening up there, the ghosts maybe? Ugh, I hope not, that black out was enough to last me a life time.” He remembered that it had started when he was in solitary so it had been twice as scary to sit there in the darkness and the quiet and just… Mike shuddered at the thoughts.

“Anyway, what do you think it is? Think they’re moving something up there?” Another thud confirmed that it wasn’t something being moved, that would’ve made a scraping noise rather than a thud so Mike shook the idea out of his head. “Someone getting beaten up?” He wouldn’t be too surprised by that.

“Or… do you think they finally installed a gym? imagine how many people would use it and throw each other on the equipment to break others backs.” Mike just spoke casually, his gaze moving back up when there was the sound of a scream or something. “Okay that’s a person.”

His brow raising didn’t help her nerves in the slightest and she tightened her fingers around the collar of her shirt, loose only enough that she wasn’t being choked. Then she nodded at his remark, pondering what else it could be as she tilted her head back to glance at the ceiling once more. Her gaze was locked solely on it when she replied. “Blackout?” She asked with confusion, having not been here at the time.

“It might be, but how would the ghost be able to, you know, pick the stuff up and drop it at this hour?” Last time she had checked the time, it was only about two - but how long ago had she done that? Time escaped her whenever she sat around staring blankly at walls and she was suddenly aware of her lack of any ideas the time could be now. Another thud made her shake her head negatively, though it wasn’t needed since he had probably thought the same as her. “I think it’s more likely somebody getting beat up…”

Brigitte didn’t think they would put a gym in, though maybe they would. A few people would do good in a gym, working off some of their stress problems… Yes, a few people definitely needed a gym or something similar. “You think more pessimistically than me,” she told him slowly, having not considered that. She winced at the screaming, swallowing. “Oh..” 

something strange || Brigitte

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Thud, there it was again, that thudding sound. One every few seconds. Mike was stood in a hall way, looking upwards as is he was trying to see through the ceiling and up into the next floor. His mouth was slightly open then… thud, there it was again! The ceiling crumbled a bit, getting plaster in his mouth so he spat it out and looked back up again, his brow slowly but surely, raising up as far as it could get.

What the fuck was going on up there? It sounded like either something.. or someONE was being moved around or things were getting broken but Mike didn’t have the best hearing in the world, although right now he wished that he had superhearing or something, or even x-ray eyes, that would be fun. The very thought of it made a slow smirk come onto his face.

Mike finally stopped looking up, his neck aching and glanced around. “Can you hear that?” He had spotted someone on the far side of the hall.

The noises would echo in her head and even though her eyes were closed, face tucked in between her upturned knees in an attempt to block it out, she could still hear it as loudly as the first time. Brigitte lifted herself up again, dropping her feet to the floor and hopping off the low wall she had been sitting on. She was giving up on her attempt to not let the noise chase her away from the spot - until somebody called to her.

Brigitte stopped walking, fingers tightening around the collar of her shirt as she rotated slowly on the spot to look at the person. This person, at least, she knew briefly and it was the only thing that prompted her to walk towards him, nodding in answer to his question. “Yeah, I did,” she replied verbally, coming to a stop a foot away and glancing up at another thud. 

“I take it you…er… don’t know what that is?” She questioned, tilting her head to look at him now, brow raised like his was though not even close to being as high. Brigitte could mask her surprise and curiosity better than she could fear, which was a feature permanently etched on her face, more prominent now than before. 

AS IF I WOULD BE THE ONE TO FORGET.

Para anyone who is on?

crazyscott:

Hi -already has a para going with you so doesn’t know what else to say-
Hey xD -yeahh I just replied to that-

How are you today? xD -I noticed and am working on the reply :)!-

Sam & Brigitte

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brigitteblanc:

Brigitte appreciated him moving back as opposed to pushing it. People here seemed more forward than anywhere else she had been and she nodded at his reassuring smile, turning one back to him. “I don’t think so either… It makes most of us uncomfortable really…” She paused a moment then added, “For me it does, at least.” 

She bit her lip to stop the rambling she was doing, aware of why he was grinning to some extent. “Not fret? I’d sooner win the lottery,” she laughed quietly, looking over her shoulder at the doctors door and indicating with her chin for them to walk a little farther. “Well, thank you. I like your name… is it short for anything else?” Brigitte smiled at him, catching the movement. “I’m doing fine, all things considered.. What about you?”

“Oh, you are not alone darlin’, it sure is.. an interesting time,” he said, still talking about the group. Sam normally didn’t have too much trouble conversing with people. That changed when the person happened to be an attractive young woman. “So.. what kind of things are you interested in?” he asked, before realizing that sounded very broad. “Do you have an hobbies?” He mentally kicked himself for sounding so silly. He knew he could be smoother than that. There was just something about this girl.. he didn’t want to upset her in any way. 

He followed her gaze from the doctor, back to her and followed her farther down the hall. “How to you feel about our doctor?” he asked, curious as to why she wanted to get farther away. He smiled again as she asked about him. “My full name is Samuel Matthew Payne Jr., and I’m doin’ pretty great today, I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” 

“I guess it beats staring at a wall?” She suggested, lifting a hand to rest them on her lips. A bad habit of hers was to bite on her nails and in an attempt not to do so in front of him lest she end a blushing mess, Brigitte dropped her hand. “Interested?” She repeated, looking at him curiously for clarification and then nodding when he did so. The question seemed harmless enough to answer. “Used to, er, go apple picking when it was in season… In here though? I’m…well… boring in here… Uh, yeah, boring, what about you?” 

She was happy he followed, letting them get a little further away before he questioned her on it. “He just makes me uneasy..” Brigitte frowned at that, shaking her head. Everybody did, the doctor being no different - it was just a different feeling this time. “Like he’s about to stab us or… or something.” She just nodded, ending it there and smiling at him for his words, a blush filling her cheeks. “Well, I’m happy to hear that,” she replied slowly. 

No independence here || Aaron and Brigitte

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aaron-finch:

He shook his head. “They found some blonde hair, obviously not me.” Aaron pointed to his. “Could be you Miss blondie.” He ran his fingers through her hair and stupidly got them tangled in a knot so quickly pulled his hand out. “Sorry… ever heard of a hair brush? Still.. sorry.” Aaron patted her shoulder a little awkwardly.

His gaze turned back to the sky as the last of the fireworks went up then nothing after it but total silence, between them and their surroundings. “Fancy a walk? We might find some of the used fireworks lying around.” Aaron sprung to his feet then offered her his hand.

She looked at his hair then shrugged, forcing any worry that would come to her mind away. “It wasn’t me,” Brigitte snapped then jumped as he attempted to run a hand through her hair, jerking away and merely managing to yank her own head which ignited a yelp of pain before she glared at him, brushing his hand away. “Excuse me for not brushing my hair before bed, I wasn’t expecting company!” 

The last firework was nearly missed by her, but she managed to look at it, seeing the tail end of it before there was nothing. Brigitte ignored his hand, still grumpy over the hair pull thing, getting to her feet and having to shake her legs awake again as the twinged uncomfortably. “Well, fine, let’s go then.”

When she rejected his hand, a laugh escaped him before he shoved it into his pocket and walked on ahead of her. “So. why are you in here? You seem more… saner than the the rest of us… you’ve told me before haven’t you? Or was I imagining that?” His hand came out of his pocket to rest on that dent on his head, hoping that his memory wasn’t getting worse.

That would suck, his whole life would just… go away thanks to one little accident so he quickly dropped his hand back into his pocket.

It wasn’t a laughing matter and hearing him do as much only made her more annoyed, not an easy feat to accomplish. However, when considering he had apologized already, the only thing Brigitte could do was force any unhappy behavior away. “I got into an… incident, that’s all.” She raised a brow, turning to look at him. “Who says I’m not mad and the only reason you think I’m not is because you’re mad too?” 

Brigitte looked away as he rested a hand on his head, a little confused by the movement, but otherwise saying nothing about it.