[ooc - This chat actually takes place before this chat.]
Viggo: *I walk out into the garden like a zombie. I guess I'm in shock. Who wouldn't be? I've never seen anyone like that before. I always hurt myself on the inside, all that blood would have made me feel worse not better. I didn't realize all this stuff would happen in here. I came to get better, that just pushed me back a few steps. Looking up I head to my bench......my bench? I don't own it. Swearing in my head when I see someone on it I head across the grass and find a dry log sitting down trying to figure out what just happened*
Orlando: *jogging up to the front door of the clinic, I pulls the bag I'm carrying off my shoulder and I'm about to pull the door open as I glance to my right and stop moving, my hand half way to the door handle as I recognise the lone figure sat on a log. Frowning slightly I continue to look at you, wondering if I should go over or not, hesitant at first as I'd upset you last time we'd had a conversation and I'm not even sure you would want to speak to me again. Curious though as to why you look so down and wanting to see if I can help in anyway I turn away from the door and slowly walk over to you, speaking your name softly when I reach you, though not standing too close incase you don't want to talk to me* Viggo....
Viggo: *I slowly look up when I hear my name. It's Orlando, he's here, someone sent him for me. Maybe the world isn't quite as bad after all.* Umm hey. Did they.....did they search you? *I look over at the gates and wonder why the fuck I just asked such a damn ass question*
Orlando: Search me? *follows your gaze towards the gates and wondering why your even ask me such a question* yeah they did, they always do. They search me at the gates and then they search me when I'm inside the clinic too. But its understandable that they would I think. *turns my gaze away from the gates and onto you, not even bothering to hide the worry now evident on my face, as its obvious that your not ok* Has something happened Viggo? *my voice is gentle, filled with concern as I continue to study you, trying to figure out what it might be*
Viggo: *I pull my knees up closer to my chest, needing something to hold onto. I want my bench, I don't like being this low to the ground. I'm glad you asked, I need to talk. Not able to lift my head and look up at you I mumble to my legs* Yeah. Something.....something happened. It was horrible, Orlando.
Orlando: *my heart breaking once again to even see you like this, I don't like it one little bit and want to try and help in anyway that I can. Dropping my bag into the floor I sit down, crossing my legs indian style, never taking my eyes off you as I keep my voice gentle* Do you want to tell me what happened?
Viggo: *Yes I do Orlando, I do so much. I just don't know if I can. I'm such a mess, why are you even talking to me? One of my arms leave my leg and my fingers run through my hair tucking it behind my ear* So much blood. I couldn't look.
Orlando: *looks at you in shock as I climb into my knees and crawl closer to you, but not too close, still keeping my distance incase you don't want me too close. Trying to stay calm and not panic and also trying to work out whose blood you're talking about. Are you talking about youself or someone else? Elijah? Oh god what if? No Elijah would never... would he?* Viggo! Who are you talking about? Did you hurt yourself? *trying to keep my voice low, but finding it very hard to stay calm*
Viggo: *My eyes look up at you wondering why you would think I'd ever do that to myself. But then I realize you don't know what I'm even talking about yet* No....no it wasn't me. It was one of the people in here. Not your friend or Atti. I.....he.....there was so much blood. *My mouth quivers, no don't cry*
Orlando: *closes my eyes for a couple of minutes, glad that it wasn't you and even more glad that it wasn't Elijah. I'm even glad it wasn't Atti. I don't want to think about anyone I know doing that to themselves, in fact I don't even want to think of someone I don't know doing that to themselves.... what ever it was!* Someone hurt themselves? *opening my eyes again, shuffling a bit closer to you* Did... did you find this person? Is he alright?
Viggo: *I nod slowly answering both at the same time. Thank god you're here. Thank god I can tell you. I can't cope with anything else alone* I found him. In his room with all the blood. They took him away.
Orlando: *sighs, knowing that must have been really hard for you and such a horrifying thing to see* I'm sorry Viggo. I bet that was really awful for you to walk in on and see. *not sure what I can say to make it better, knowing that anything I say probably wouldn't make it better for you anyway*
Viggo: *I nod again. Nodding is much easier than speaking. I can't get the image out of my head.* He even did it in front of me. C...cut himself. I felt sick. *I can feel myself on the verge of tears* I'm sorry, you're probably wanting to go see your friend.
Orlando: *shakes my head slowly* No its ok. I... ummmm.. well I actually didn't come here to see him today. *looks away quickly, slightly embarrassed before looking back at you, making the conversation get back to the reason you're so upset* You stopped this guy from cutting himself more though, right?
Viggo: I hope so. I guess so. They burst into the room, held him down, drugged him. *I can't stop it anymore. When I blink some of the liquid escapes my wet eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek* Why did he have to do that? Why did I have to see it?
Orlando: *fighting back the tears myself now, as I watch a tear roll down your cheek, not able to stand it anymore I crawl right up to you and wrap my arms around you tightly, not sure of what else I can do, other then to hold you* I'm sorry. That isn't something you should of had to have seen. I don't know why you had to see it and I don't know why he had to do it. I don't have any answers for you Viggo and I'm sorry.
Viggo: *I lean forwards burying my face in your shoulder. It's been so long since someone comforted me like this without wanting something out of it themselves. I cry more. Not able to stop the tears now*
Orlando: *whispering softly in your ear as I continue to hold you, rubbing my hand up and down your back gently and hopefully soothingly, hating the fact they you're crying and upset* Shhhh. Its alright. Everything is going to be ok.
Viggo: *Your voice so soft in my ear. Your accent calms me slightly. But you don't understand what it's like.* I don't think it is, Orlando. *How can everything ever be alright again?* This place isn't helping me get better.
Orlando: Isn't it? *pulls away from you and looks at you, placing my hand under your chin and gently lifting your head so you'll look at me* Would you be better out there? *points towards the gate* Getting drunk and god knows what else you were doing? I don't know what its like to be in here, its probably pure hell. *in fact I'm sure it is, but isn't it better to be in here, then out there? At least in here you may have a chance!* But is it not worse out there?
Viggo: *I sniff looking into your chocolate eyes. Why do you care so much? I'm a nothing. I'm not even worth caring about.* Yeah it is. At least I'm not drinking in here but......it's how I cope. How do I cope with this without drink?
Orlando: You *learn* to cope! You learn to deal, it's why your in here isn't it? To learn to deal with things without the booze! *my voice is forceful and I don't mean it to be, I don't even know why it is! Can I really care that much for you already? Not wanting to say anything else I stay silent for a while, calming myself* Sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you like that.
Viggo: No. *I give you a weak smile. I don't need you feeling guilty for saying what you should.* You're right. But using drink to cope with my life for nearly two years then not having it......I thought I was strong enough, but I don't think.......*I'm crying hard again, my bottom lip shaking as the tears start covering my face*...I don't think I am.
Orlando: Oh Viggo *pulls you into my arms once more, rocking us both gently back and forth, not even knowing if this is helping or not, but needing to do something to comfort you* You've been here what? A week? A week and a half? Two weeks maybe? Its going to get worse you know? I wish it wasn't but it is and personally I think you *are* strong enough. You have been through so much and no one expects you to be strong!
Viggo: *I can't speak for a while. I feel so safe in your arms. Protect me Orlando, stop it hurting please. I don't say anything for a couple of minutes until someone else pops into my mind.* But I have to be strong for Atti. I promised I would protect him. God why did I say that? I can't even look after myself.
Orlando: You said it because you a good person and you care for people and you said it because maybe deep down inside of you, you think there is a chance that you can get better and that you can look after yourself and then you'd be able to look after other people! *ok Orlando, stop talking about things you have no bloody clue about* I think I might be the wrong person to talk to about this.
Viggo: You're the only person I can talk to about this. No-one understands me. *I pull away to wipe my wet face with my sleeve suddenly feeling stupid for crying in front of you* I think......I think I need my music. I need my room.
Orlando: Alright. *pulls back from you, not wanting you to go inside, but knowing that I have to let you do what you want to do, I'm about to stand up, but suddenly remember something, the reason I even came here in the first place* Oh I have something for you. I nearly forgot *moves away from you as I go to get the bag I'd dumbed on the floor*
Viggo: You have something for me? *I forget to try and hide the surprise in my voice. Why would he ever have something for me? My eyes look up and watch you searching through your bag. I wonder how it can be possible for a man to be that beautiful. Maybe he really is an angel*
Orlando: Yeah I have *looks at you and smiles slightly before I go back to looking through my bag, walking slowly back over to you as I do so* Remember when we talked the other day and you mentioned something about how your headphones had broken? Well.... *pulls out the headphones from my bag* I got you some new ones. *holds them up for you to see*
Viggo: *A little more than shocked I push myself up onto my feet and take the headphones holding onto them tightly, afraid someone might try to take them.* You're too nice to be true. I don't know.........thank you. *I look up at you and smile*
Orlando: Your welcome. *smiles back* I don't know whether you want them. I mean you might like to play your music outloud *shrugs* But I just got you some anyway.
Viggo: Well at night-times I worry about annoying people when they're trying to sleep so sometimes I wear these but my old ones broke. *He knows that you fool* Thank you, Orlando. It was really kind of you. I have to go....*I point roughly in the direction of the doors*.....back to my room.
OrlandoBlm77: Sure..... Ummm are you going to be alright? *sighs at my stupid question. But I don't really know what else to do! Trying to think, I get an idea* Wait one sec ok? Can you wait for a minute? *starts searching through my bag again, this time for a pen and a piece of paper*
Viggo: *I watch you wondering what you're doing. I'm sure my hiding in my room listening to my music can wait a second. Does he have something else for me?*
Orlando: *finding a pen and a scrap of paper I pull them out and dumping the bag on the floor I bend down, resting the paper on my leg as I write my phone number down for you. Straightening up I hold the paper out to you* You don't have to take this if you don't want to and even if you do, you don't have to use it or anything. Its up to you. But if you do want to take it or use it then you can. I'm not going to mind, day or night ok? *I realise I'm rambling and I shut up quickly*
Viggo: *My hand slowly reaches out and takes the piece of paper. This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done.* I'll put it somewhere safe. *Staring down at the number I turn around and start heading back into the building. He is an angel.*
Orlando: *I sigh heavily, wondering if giving you my number was the right thing to do, or if you just think I'm some dumb kid who doesn't know anything and you're just being polite and humouring me. I watch you enter the building and hope that you use what I gave you if you need to. Sighing once more I pick my bag up off the floor, sling it over my shoulder and head slowly back towards the gates and my car*
Viggo: *I walk out into the garden like a zombie. I guess I'm in shock. Who wouldn't be? I've never seen anyone like that before. I always hurt myself on the inside, all that blood would have made me feel worse not better. I didn't realize all this stuff would happen in here. I came to get better, that just pushed me back a few steps. Looking up I head to my bench......my bench? I don't own it. Swearing in my head when I see someone on it I head across the grass and find a dry log sitting down trying to figure out what just happened*
Orlando: *jogging up to the front door of the clinic, I pulls the bag I'm carrying off my shoulder and I'm about to pull the door open as I glance to my right and stop moving, my hand half way to the door handle as I recognise the lone figure sat on a log. Frowning slightly I continue to look at you, wondering if I should go over or not, hesitant at first as I'd upset you last time we'd had a conversation and I'm not even sure you would want to speak to me again. Curious though as to why you look so down and wanting to see if I can help in anyway I turn away from the door and slowly walk over to you, speaking your name softly when I reach you, though not standing too close incase you don't want to talk to me* Viggo....
Viggo: *I slowly look up when I hear my name. It's Orlando, he's here, someone sent him for me. Maybe the world isn't quite as bad after all.* Umm hey. Did they.....did they search you? *I look over at the gates and wonder why the fuck I just asked such a damn ass question*
Orlando: Search me? *follows your gaze towards the gates and wondering why your even ask me such a question* yeah they did, they always do. They search me at the gates and then they search me when I'm inside the clinic too. But its understandable that they would I think. *turns my gaze away from the gates and onto you, not even bothering to hide the worry now evident on my face, as its obvious that your not ok* Has something happened Viggo? *my voice is gentle, filled with concern as I continue to study you, trying to figure out what it might be*
Viggo: *I pull my knees up closer to my chest, needing something to hold onto. I want my bench, I don't like being this low to the ground. I'm glad you asked, I need to talk. Not able to lift my head and look up at you I mumble to my legs* Yeah. Something.....something happened. It was horrible, Orlando.
Orlando: *my heart breaking once again to even see you like this, I don't like it one little bit and want to try and help in anyway that I can. Dropping my bag into the floor I sit down, crossing my legs indian style, never taking my eyes off you as I keep my voice gentle* Do you want to tell me what happened?
Viggo: *Yes I do Orlando, I do so much. I just don't know if I can. I'm such a mess, why are you even talking to me? One of my arms leave my leg and my fingers run through my hair tucking it behind my ear* So much blood. I couldn't look.
Orlando: *looks at you in shock as I climb into my knees and crawl closer to you, but not too close, still keeping my distance incase you don't want me too close. Trying to stay calm and not panic and also trying to work out whose blood you're talking about. Are you talking about youself or someone else? Elijah? Oh god what if? No Elijah would never... would he?* Viggo! Who are you talking about? Did you hurt yourself? *trying to keep my voice low, but finding it very hard to stay calm*
Viggo: *My eyes look up at you wondering why you would think I'd ever do that to myself. But then I realize you don't know what I'm even talking about yet* No....no it wasn't me. It was one of the people in here. Not your friend or Atti. I.....he.....there was so much blood. *My mouth quivers, no don't cry*
Orlando: *closes my eyes for a couple of minutes, glad that it wasn't you and even more glad that it wasn't Elijah. I'm even glad it wasn't Atti. I don't want to think about anyone I know doing that to themselves, in fact I don't even want to think of someone I don't know doing that to themselves.... what ever it was!* Someone hurt themselves? *opening my eyes again, shuffling a bit closer to you* Did... did you find this person? Is he alright?
Viggo: *I nod slowly answering both at the same time. Thank god you're here. Thank god I can tell you. I can't cope with anything else alone* I found him. In his room with all the blood. They took him away.
Orlando: *sighs, knowing that must have been really hard for you and such a horrifying thing to see* I'm sorry Viggo. I bet that was really awful for you to walk in on and see. *not sure what I can say to make it better, knowing that anything I say probably wouldn't make it better for you anyway*
Viggo: *I nod again. Nodding is much easier than speaking. I can't get the image out of my head.* He even did it in front of me. C...cut himself. I felt sick. *I can feel myself on the verge of tears* I'm sorry, you're probably wanting to go see your friend.
Orlando: *shakes my head slowly* No its ok. I... ummmm.. well I actually didn't come here to see him today. *looks away quickly, slightly embarrassed before looking back at you, making the conversation get back to the reason you're so upset* You stopped this guy from cutting himself more though, right?
Viggo: I hope so. I guess so. They burst into the room, held him down, drugged him. *I can't stop it anymore. When I blink some of the liquid escapes my wet eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek* Why did he have to do that? Why did I have to see it?
Orlando: *fighting back the tears myself now, as I watch a tear roll down your cheek, not able to stand it anymore I crawl right up to you and wrap my arms around you tightly, not sure of what else I can do, other then to hold you* I'm sorry. That isn't something you should of had to have seen. I don't know why you had to see it and I don't know why he had to do it. I don't have any answers for you Viggo and I'm sorry.
Viggo: *I lean forwards burying my face in your shoulder. It's been so long since someone comforted me like this without wanting something out of it themselves. I cry more. Not able to stop the tears now*
Orlando: *whispering softly in your ear as I continue to hold you, rubbing my hand up and down your back gently and hopefully soothingly, hating the fact they you're crying and upset* Shhhh. Its alright. Everything is going to be ok.
Viggo: *Your voice so soft in my ear. Your accent calms me slightly. But you don't understand what it's like.* I don't think it is, Orlando. *How can everything ever be alright again?* This place isn't helping me get better.
Orlando: Isn't it? *pulls away from you and looks at you, placing my hand under your chin and gently lifting your head so you'll look at me* Would you be better out there? *points towards the gate* Getting drunk and god knows what else you were doing? I don't know what its like to be in here, its probably pure hell. *in fact I'm sure it is, but isn't it better to be in here, then out there? At least in here you may have a chance!* But is it not worse out there?
Viggo: *I sniff looking into your chocolate eyes. Why do you care so much? I'm a nothing. I'm not even worth caring about.* Yeah it is. At least I'm not drinking in here but......it's how I cope. How do I cope with this without drink?
Orlando: You *learn* to cope! You learn to deal, it's why your in here isn't it? To learn to deal with things without the booze! *my voice is forceful and I don't mean it to be, I don't even know why it is! Can I really care that much for you already? Not wanting to say anything else I stay silent for a while, calming myself* Sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you like that.
Viggo: No. *I give you a weak smile. I don't need you feeling guilty for saying what you should.* You're right. But using drink to cope with my life for nearly two years then not having it......I thought I was strong enough, but I don't think.......*I'm crying hard again, my bottom lip shaking as the tears start covering my face*...I don't think I am.
Orlando: Oh Viggo *pulls you into my arms once more, rocking us both gently back and forth, not even knowing if this is helping or not, but needing to do something to comfort you* You've been here what? A week? A week and a half? Two weeks maybe? Its going to get worse you know? I wish it wasn't but it is and personally I think you *are* strong enough. You have been through so much and no one expects you to be strong!
Viggo: *I can't speak for a while. I feel so safe in your arms. Protect me Orlando, stop it hurting please. I don't say anything for a couple of minutes until someone else pops into my mind.* But I have to be strong for Atti. I promised I would protect him. God why did I say that? I can't even look after myself.
Orlando: You said it because you a good person and you care for people and you said it because maybe deep down inside of you, you think there is a chance that you can get better and that you can look after yourself and then you'd be able to look after other people! *ok Orlando, stop talking about things you have no bloody clue about* I think I might be the wrong person to talk to about this.
Viggo: You're the only person I can talk to about this. No-one understands me. *I pull away to wipe my wet face with my sleeve suddenly feeling stupid for crying in front of you* I think......I think I need my music. I need my room.
Orlando: Alright. *pulls back from you, not wanting you to go inside, but knowing that I have to let you do what you want to do, I'm about to stand up, but suddenly remember something, the reason I even came here in the first place* Oh I have something for you. I nearly forgot *moves away from you as I go to get the bag I'd dumbed on the floor*
Viggo: You have something for me? *I forget to try and hide the surprise in my voice. Why would he ever have something for me? My eyes look up and watch you searching through your bag. I wonder how it can be possible for a man to be that beautiful. Maybe he really is an angel*
Orlando: Yeah I have *looks at you and smiles slightly before I go back to looking through my bag, walking slowly back over to you as I do so* Remember when we talked the other day and you mentioned something about how your headphones had broken? Well.... *pulls out the headphones from my bag* I got you some new ones. *holds them up for you to see*
Viggo: *A little more than shocked I push myself up onto my feet and take the headphones holding onto them tightly, afraid someone might try to take them.* You're too nice to be true. I don't know.........thank you. *I look up at you and smile*
Orlando: Your welcome. *smiles back* I don't know whether you want them. I mean you might like to play your music outloud *shrugs* But I just got you some anyway.
Viggo: Well at night-times I worry about annoying people when they're trying to sleep so sometimes I wear these but my old ones broke. *He knows that you fool* Thank you, Orlando. It was really kind of you. I have to go....*I point roughly in the direction of the doors*.....back to my room.
OrlandoBlm77: Sure..... Ummm are you going to be alright? *sighs at my stupid question. But I don't really know what else to do! Trying to think, I get an idea* Wait one sec ok? Can you wait for a minute? *starts searching through my bag again, this time for a pen and a piece of paper*
Viggo: *I watch you wondering what you're doing. I'm sure my hiding in my room listening to my music can wait a second. Does he have something else for me?*
Orlando: *finding a pen and a scrap of paper I pull them out and dumping the bag on the floor I bend down, resting the paper on my leg as I write my phone number down for you. Straightening up I hold the paper out to you* You don't have to take this if you don't want to and even if you do, you don't have to use it or anything. Its up to you. But if you do want to take it or use it then you can. I'm not going to mind, day or night ok? *I realise I'm rambling and I shut up quickly*
Viggo: *My hand slowly reaches out and takes the piece of paper. This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done.* I'll put it somewhere safe. *Staring down at the number I turn around and start heading back into the building. He is an angel.*
Orlando: *I sigh heavily, wondering if giving you my number was the right thing to do, or if you just think I'm some dumb kid who doesn't know anything and you're just being polite and humouring me. I watch you enter the building and hope that you use what I gave you if you need to. Sighing once more I pick my bag up off the floor, sling it over my shoulder and head slowly back towards the gates and my car*
