Decoding Phoebe Vixon

ittakestwo-torania: wakeupphoebe: Well you being here isn’t helping me either, so I guess both of...

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 05:22:00 -0400

wakeupphoebe:

Well you being here isn’t helping me either, so I guess both of us have to suffer the consequences. Who’re you suppose to be?

Was that supposed to be a comeback? Ha! I’m T.

More of a statement than a comeback. Odd name, T, very odd. Why is that?

how long have i been sleeping?

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 01:09:34 -0400

Long enough to miss nothing.

ittakestwo-torania: wakeupphoebe: Your creeping around, isn’t helping my dilemma. Well you...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 21:31:55 -0400

ittakestwo-torania:

wakeupphoebe:

Your creeping around, isn’t helping my dilemma.

Well you being here isn’t helping me either, so I guess both of us have to suffer the consequences. Who’re you suppose to be?

ittakestwo-torania: Seriously, what the fuck is there to do around here?

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 21:07:04 -0400

ittakestwo-torania:

Seriously, what the fuck is there to do around here?

Slept all day

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 20:45:19 -0400

aubrie-lego:

…oops.

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 19:39:00 -0400

braxtonfred:

Well, I’m not like most people. Don’t know. Why do people cut themselves?

I honestly don’t know. But on my little knowledge about the subject, what I can gather is that they find a sense of relief out of it, which I think is a bit contradicting in a way.

Exile Vilify by The National Well, you lived so muchHave you...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 12:32:54 -0400

Exile Vilify by The National

Well, you lived so much
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind
The way you trouble mine?

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 11:07:00 -0400

braxtonfred:

It makes me happy…

Hmm nowadays most people would find it alarming rather than a source of joy. Why is it then? Fire, of all things.

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 10:56:11 -0400

braxtonfred:

What do you think?

Don’t be stupid. Obviously speaking, yes, it’s for well.. that but what is it all for?

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 10:45:30 -0400

braxtonfred:

wakeupphoebe:

Urge?

Yeah, I need a match or something…

W-what… what for?

-lying down on the bench outside her room-

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 10:24:20 -0400

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 09:23:13 -0400

braxtonfred:

wakeupphoebe:

S’up?

Urge?

There is this urge...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 09:03:20 -0400

braxtonfred:

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 05:42:35 -0400

Patient #8013 was admitted to solitary March...

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 16:22:00 -0400

Patient #8013 was admitted to solitary March 29 2012 4:28 pm approximately, for violating institution rules, specifically, going to Floor Zero without permission or a carer. As expected, she became hostile as soon as security went down to said floor to remand her out of the floor and into solitary. The first 24 hours was eerily silent. The patient only stayed on one corner of the room, at the upper right end, hugging her knees close to her chest as they cradled her head underneath. She uttered none, not even a word or a sigh escaped from her lips, only her tongue for it to moisten her chapping lips.

Day two took a turn to hysteria. At first, it was only screaming, with an interval every twenty five minutes or so. The patient was still on the position she had established during her first day, never faltered (of course with an exception of her stretching out the joints of the various parts of her body). If asked what caused her screeches of terror, she only replied with a stare lasting for ten seconds before drifting off again, completely ignoring the person’s presence. Now with this situation at hand, the solution that was applicable to the patient’s rather frantic situation was to relieve her with medication, specifically a sedative. When patient was about to be treated by a nurse, her anxiety increased causing her to act more hostile than before. Staff was left no choice but to pin her down and put her on restraints. She kicked two guards, one on the shin, and the other on the pelvic area and bit the nurse on her arm. This went on for one and a half hour before successfully putting the patient on restraints and treating her with sedative.

When the sedative entered her body, the patient’s scream of terror turned into soft whimpers. The patient was asked about the matter, she simply ignores the query, and only to reply when was asked the 58^th time (citation: the number of times the patient was asked was counted for observatory purposes). She replied in a soft whimper, “Escape.” When was asked to repeat, she replied with a different answer, she requested the presence of her therapist immediately, Doctor Klaus Remphant. She said no further statements until he came. When Dr. Remphant arrived, the patient’s eyes suddenly glowed caused by what can be drawn out as hope. Often, the patient loathed his presence near her, most specifically during her sessions with said psychiatrist. He asked her what he might be of service of, with no hesitation she demanded him to get her out of solitary. Of course, Dr. Remphant hesitated, explaining the fact that this is her punishment for breaking institution rules. The patient completely broke down when he rejected her request. She pleaded down on her knees, offering him all sorts of alternatives as punishments, extra hours during sessions, extra medication—anything her mind can think of just to give her release. Feeling pity for the girl, Dr. Remphant accepted her offer of extra hours during sessions. Upon his reply to her pleading, the patient showed a side none of the staff thought existed—actual sense of gratitude.

Upon her release, the patient was silent, back to her neutral state. She had no desire to talk to anyone, even Koschei Rabore, seemingly her only companion around the institution. This was nothing unusual since she shows no desire of socializing but upon further observation, this is different. Something has changed within her, it might be a tad or more than expected but one thing was for sure—she’s now lost, more than she ever was in her life.

Got back from solitary.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 07:25:41 -0400

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

georgiahertz:

…Are you sure?

Yeah.. I-I’m… I… I’m…

Phoebe? What’s wrong? You can talk to Georgia if you want… Don’t cry.

I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have broken down like that. That was impolite of me. I’m sorry for the turbulence.

It’s okay… No turbulence. Does Phoebe want to talk?

I… no… no… maybe next time. Phoebe’s exhausted. I… just… rather… stay in my room for a while. I had too much.

Got back from solitary.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 07:11:35 -0400

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

georgiahertz:

…Are you sure?

Yeah.. I-I’m… I… I’m…

Phoebe? What’s wrong? You can talk to Georgia if you want… Don’t cry.

I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have broken down like that. That was impolite of me. I’m sorry for the turbulence.

Got back from solitary.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 06:59:24 -0400

georgiahertz:

…Are you sure?

Yeah.. I-I’m… I… I’m…

Got back from solitary.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 06:48:13 -0400

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

Oh. Hello Phoebe.

Oh, it’s you, Georgia person.

Georgia is a person, yes. How are you?

Great. Just peachy.

Got back from solitary.

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 06:37:30 -0400

georgiahertz:

wakeupphoebe:

Oh. Hello Phoebe.

Oh, it’s you, Georgia person.