Barred windows, the driver barred off from the rest of the passengers. This bus wasn't exactly a friendly one, it would seem like they used a prison bus to escort new patients. Maybe some patients were dangerous, who knew? At least the seats weren't terrible, they were uncomfortable, but they could've been worse.
The bus was a little crowded, which made everything a million times worse for the short woman sitting way in the back of the bus. At first, it would seem like nobody was even in the seat due to how far she was leaning back, making herself look even smaller than she was, but once someone got close to the seat they'd see her sitting there. Each row had two seats, yet Sybil was sitting in the aisle seat, in a silent protest to anyone wishing to sit beside her. Although, if anyone asked, she would scoot over to sit by the window instead.
Out of everyone here, she was dressed a little oddly. She wore a long, elegant, frilly and girly dress with a floral pattern on it. She had sharp blue eyes and very long black hair that she had tied back in a french braid. Most other people were dressed in pretty casual clothes, yet she was here in a brightly colored, girly dress. Although it was a very modest dress, one that showed no skin beyond her arms. The woman looked scared and uncomfortable, she was shaking a little in her seat and her breaths were notably shallow and fast, but she was trying to stay focused and was acting as if nothing was wrong. She just stared out the barred window, from her aisle seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Although she would glance at people every once in a while when the bus stopped at another hospital to pick more people up. Just idly checking to see who boarded the bus this time, and mentally keeping track of how many people were on the bus and where they were sitting.
Maximilian leaned against the wall as they waited for the bus to arrive. It was just him and a few others, he had never bothered to learn their names. Or the name of the place they were going to. Something Falls, right? Apparently, it was supposed to help them get better, or some crap like that. There was nothing wrong with him. It wasn't his fault that the scar seemed to grow bigger and bigger every day. He needed to keep his body in shape to fight it. With a look of anguish, he gripped his chest, feeling the scar throbbing. The disgusting, horrible scar. He hated it. Hated. Hated. Hated!
"Hey! The bus is here. Get in line, and walk calmly." One of the orderlies said in a calm, almost detached tone. Maximilian glared at her and put on his sunglasses. "Whatever." With a click of his tongue, he cut to the front of the line, which the orderlies didn't even make a comment about. He wasn't their problem anymore.
He stepped onto the bus, his gaze scanning over everyone as he adjusted his black shirt. There was no way they could see the scar. No fucking way. Maximilian was dressed in black leather pants, with a matching jacket. With confident steps he strode toward the back of the bus, sitting down and putting his feet up on the seat in front of him. He noticed a short, brightly dressed woman sitting behind him. In a sea of grey, she was easy to notice. His eyes lingered on her for a little bit. “Are you going to a fancy dinner or something”? He asked with a sly grin while he adjusted some strands of his hair, that he could just feel looked all wrong.
Sybil tensed a little as she saw this new man approaching, he came uncomfortably close to her seat, but she was glad when he stopped in the one right before hers. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, this guy was a bit scary. Attractive, yes, but the scary aspect seemed to overrule that little detail. He was big, and looked pretty strong, his demeanor and attire also indicated someone with confidence and power, ironically the things that she found attractive were also the things that made her uncomfortable and fearful when dealing with new people. Thankfully she couldn't see the scar, with her disorder it would've been pretty bad if she saw it. She returned her attention to the window.
That was, until he spoke and snapped her right back out of her thoughts. She jumped a little when she realized he was speaking to her and hesitated. "U-Um... No?" She unsurely asked. "I'm going to the hospital... Same as everyone else here." She quietly answered. Her response remaining short and a little curt although she hadn't really meant to be curt. She was just a little scared and was trying to dodge the conversation, as she did with just about all conversations.
Maximilian looked over the shoulder as she spoke. She seemed nervous. That wasn't all too surprising, considering their situation. You never knew what kind of person you could end up sitting next to. He placed a hand over his chest, trying to make the throbbing stop. With a small sigh, he turned around so he could face her properly, his arms hanging over the back of his chair as he leaned his chin against it.
“The hospital, huh? The Something Falls or whatever?” With a scoff he pulled up his sunglasses, inspecting her with his dark eyes. “I'm still not sure why I'm here. So I probably won't be staying that long.” Maximilian cocked his head to the side, flashing her a little smile. She was rather cute, in a timid sort of way.
“I'm hoping the doctors at this place will be more reasonable and actually listen to me, you know.” A small hint of irritation lingering in his voice. The doctors never listened to him. They said it was all in his mind, trying to take pity on him. But he knew better. Who were they to tell him about his body like that? Idiots.
Sybil tensed a little as he turned and let his arms hang over the chair into her space. She shrunk back a little, making herself appear even smaller than before. "U-Um... It's Begonia Falls. Begonia is a type of flower." She quietly spoke, seemingly knowing a lot about the topic. "I am... Well was, a psych major, this is supposedly one of the best places for people with severe disorders to go." She quietly spoke, just sharing what little information she had. She was going to say that they wouldn't send someone here without a good reason, but he seemed really unhappy about that and the last thing she wanted to do was make the scary guy angry,
"Well I wish you good luck with getting out real quick then. This place is supposed to be among the best, so I'm sure the doctors and psychologists there will listen and be attentive." She quietly spoke. "I'm hoping to get out quickly too, but I came by choice." She added.
Maximilian raised a brow as she began to spoke in her quiet, seemingly nervous voice. It didn't take much to stir things up with her, this could be fun. He ran a hand through his light coloured hair and sighed. Begonia Falls did sound familiar. Maybe the doctor had told him that, he couldn't remember. But something she said did rub him the wrong way.
“Sever disorders..?” He leaned his head over the seat while staring at her with an intense look in his eyes. “Since when did caring about your appearance count as a severe disorder?” Maximilian threw his hands up in the air and scoffed yet again. “I ended up fighting with one of the psychiatrists because they wouldn't listen.” He watched her carefully, curious about how she would react. “I won, of course.”
He glanced to the side, watching his reflection in the barred window as he began to fix his hair. His hands moving like they had done this countless times before. “So, why are you here? If you came by choice and all. Curious thing for a psych major to do.” He couldn't quite put the pieces together in his head. Maybe she snapped under the pressure or something.
When he leaned over the seat and stared at her like that her eyes widened, and she seemed to be pressing herself back against the seat while making herself appear to be even smaller than she already was. "I-I did not diagnose you, nor do I know what the doctors said. I just recited what I found when I looked the place up. I-I don't know why you're here." She quickly and nervously replied. Although, she did know of a few disorders where what he mentioned could be considered a severe problem. But she wasn't going to bring that up either. In all honesty, she wanted to run away but for the time being she was trapped here on the bus. There was nowhere to run and hide.
When he questioned her she bit her lip and tried to avoid eye contact again. "I-I would rather not discuss why I am here. I noticed there was something wrong with me, I couldn't think clearly and got so obsessive over a few specific things that it took over my life. So I got a professional opinion, and they told me I should go to a mental hospital. And I came here." She quietly answered, giving some sort of an answer but leaving out all of the details.
His eyes lingered on her as she explained herself. There wasn't much bite to her it seemed. He pulled his sunglasses down again, covering his eyes behind the orange-tinted glass. “Well, it's all just a misunderstanding. The last set of doctors were hacks, as were the ones before that.” There wasn't anything wrong with him, except for the scar. But he would sooner die than talk about that. If anyone saw that they would find him revolting.
Maximilian gave a shrug with a single shoulder. “At least you're kinda here on your own terms.” He said in a calmer and slightly friendlier tone. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, eyeing the rest of the patients on the bus. “Did you find out anything else about this place? We got some information about, but honestly, I kinda zoned out.” He said with a chuckle. There was no way in hell that he would listen to people who refused to listen to him when he said that there was nothing wrong with him.
Sybil nodded a little in response. "Yeah, probably just a misunderstanding." She quietly answered, although her voice betrayed her thoughts, she sounded a little unsure of her words. Although she seemed to relax a little bit when his tone shifted to a friendlier one, not a lot, but a little. Although she did genuinely hope he was able to resolve it and leave quickly, just her knowledge of psychology and her submissive nature made her tend to trust the doctors and psychologists almost to a fault. And she knew how some people just denied their problems even if they were proven and on display right in front of them. She didn't know this guy, so she really couldn't judge either way.
"Well, I'm kinda here on my own terms. I really don't want to be here, but I need to get this cured." She quietly answered. When he asked for information about the place she shrugged a little. "Mostly what I already said. The pictures of the inside looked really nice, but they always look nice so that's not saying much. It is supposedly one of the best mental hospitals out there, although I do not recognize any of the psychologists here, which is odd. Such a well-known place should have well-known staff, but I'm only a few years into me degree so it isn't like I would know that much yet. The facility houses about a hundred people, and we get our own rooms, we don't need to share them." She said, giving him all the information she had.
Tara stood away, back from the group looking for all the world like something that had just come from the set of El Dorado. Her jeans and flannel shirt covered by a long black canvas duster. Her hands shoved deep into the pockets, covered by leather biking gloves. She stayed as far away from everyone as the orderlies would let her, still she was twitchy, breathing heavily, on the verge of a panic attack, too many people and it was too big out here, too bright, everything swam a bit around her. She didnt want to be here. This wasnt her choice.
One of the orderlies noticed her behavior and came over, she was a larger woman than Tara, though that wasnt saying much, at 5'4" there werent a lot shorter than her. The orderly went to place a comforting hand on Tara's arm but the young red head pulled away and took a step back. "Dont touch me!" She almost shrieked. The other woman backed off a bit, the smile never left her face. There was patience and kindness in her eyes.
"Its ok dear," she said calmly and though trying to sooth an agitated animal. "But we do need you to get on the bus. "You will be ok, there's plenty of room there, I can assure you that you can get a seat to yourself, but we need you on the bus." Tara hesitated for a moment longer, eyeing her then the bus, then she noded and walked to the open door of the bus that would take her to her home for the foreseeable future
As usual, when the bus stopped Sybil would peek her head into the isle to glance at the people who had gotten onto it from her hiding place in the back of the bus. Her level of stress was only growing stronger by the moment when she noticed Tara. The woman was at least almost her size, Sybil was only an inch shorter than Tara, but that was all Sybil could see about her physical frame. She was hidden mostly behind her clothes, which also made Sybil a bit nervous. If she had to choose, the man in the seat in front of her was scarier. He was big and strong, this lady was at least not as big as that guy, but she was still a little scary in the eyes of the small woman who was afraid of other people.
Sybil would cautiously watch her, wondering where she would sit. She would stay in her aisle seat, despite the window seat beside her being open, as her silent protest against anyone sitting beside her. She had found that most people wouldn't ask her to move over, especially not women, so she felt at least secure that she wouldn't need to share her row of seats. Although she didn't have the assertiveness to argue with anyone if they did ask her to move.
Maximilian nodded as she repeated his words. A misunderstanding. That's it. He didn't have this Body Dysmorphic Disorder or whatever the hell they claimed. They tried to convince him that the scar was barely noticeable, and a bunch of crap like that. But he could feel their eyes whenever they forced him to remove his shirt. He needed to turn his body into a perfect sculpture to make sure that people didn't notice it. This place better have a good gym, or he would break out of there.
“Eh? It sounds awesome that we would get our own room and all. I had to share with two others before. It didn't work out very well.” It was difficult to read if his grin was a playful or a sinister one. It really was an unhealthy mix of both.
When the bus stopped he turned his body around, watching as the new patients stepped onto the bus. He noticed the short redhead, it was hard not to. The fact that it was hard to tell much about her build other than her height was intriguing. Maximilian leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, making sure that his nails were all the same length.
“I'm just soooo excited for all of us. Moving into our new home together.” He said in an obviously sarcastic tone, directed to no one in particular. If this place really had the best staff they would see that he was healthy, and he could probably leave in just a few days.
Sybil nodded a little "I know, not having to share a room was at least half of the reason I picked this place. I want to deal with people as little as possible." She quietly commented. She noted the sarcasm in his following comment but just kept quiet and didn't add anything else to the statement. The conversation seemed to be dying down, and she didn't want to say anything that might re-light it. She wanted to just hide and go back to when nobody seemed to realize she was there. It was so much better when she was invisible. Plus, she figured the bus was getting pretty close to the facility by now. Once this new crowd took their seats it was pretty likely that the next stop would be Begonia Falls.
Maximilian shot her a quick glance. So she didn't like interacting with people, was that her thing? That seemed to pretty common, he had to deal with a lot of people who freaked out over him simply talking to them and that was without them seeing the hideous scar ruining his otherwise perfect body. Just the thought of it raised his pulse, and he started adjusting his clothes making sure they looked just right.
The timid, but cute woman seemed to know a lot about where they were going. The way she spoke made it seem like she knew a lot in general, like she was smart and all that. Maximilian grinned to himself, he just had to try something!
He quickly stood up and turned around to look at her, grabbing a hold of his seat and leaning forward so he could look her in the eyes. “Hey, do you think that someone on this bus could actually be dangerous? I'm talking psycho killer dangerous here.” He kept a wide grin as he spoke, watching her reactions very carefully. His sudden question wasn't just to gauge her reaction, he was actually somewhat curious.
When he stood up and leaned closer to her she tensed, her eyes widened a little in fear, and she shrunk even further back into her seat. She heard his question and gave him a very confused look back, why did he want to know that? Was he worried? "U-Um, t-the probability of such a thing would be p-pretty low. Sociopathy is pretty much undetectable, most sociopaths blend in nearly perfectly with normal people. A lot of them become CEOs, politicians, or people in similar positions of power. V-Very unlikely any of them would be here." She answered.
"A-As for psychopaths, they tend to be more obvious, and they wouldn't be put on a bus with other people. T-They're more likely to be in prison than in a home meant to help them." She added. "B-But, in addition to that. P-People in general are dangerous and unpredictable, they could harm you at any time for any reason. B-being around people who have other problems w-would increase the chances of being h-harmed, but I doubt anyone here would kill anyone e-else..." She finished, scooting a little closer to the window seat to put space between the two of them.
With his head cocked to the side he watched her squirm in her seat. That was pretty much what he expected. She didn't seem to be the kind to just shut up when she got nervous, instead, she just kept talking. Maximilian had a little bit of trouble keeping up with the information given to him. He had always assumed that psychopath and sociopath where just synonyms. Guess not. “Hmmm.” For a moment he looked like he was thinking hard about something.
“I'm confident that I could take on anyone here that tried to hurt, and look stunning while doing so.” He added a cocky smirk toward the end of his sentence and glanced over his shoulder. Just by looking at them he could tell that he could take anyone there. “So I'm not really worried about that.” He gave a nonchalant shrug as he turned his head toward her again.
He rested one of his knees against the seat while running his fingers through his hair. “You shouldn't worry so much. You'll lose your mind if you do.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips, amused by his own choice of words. With another shrug he sat down on his seat again, hands resting behind his head. Could this bus just reach its destination so he could talk to them about going home soon?
It depended, if he hadn't asked her a question she would have shut up and ducked further into her shell. But she felt obligated to answer his question, so no matter how nervous she got she couldn't help but to answer it. His confidence about being able to take on anyone did not help to ease her fears any. She didn't trust him, he was just as much of a threat to her as anyone else on the bus. She relaxed just a little when he finally sat down and shook her head at his following words. "I'd rather lose my mind then my head." Was her simple reply, it wasn't really hard to tell that she thought everyone around her was dangerous and violent.
It was a moment or two after that the bus finally came to its next stop, and then the orderlies in the front began calling for everyone to get out of the bus in a single-file line. Sybil would wait until everyone else was off to walk at the back of the line.
Assuming they all got up and left the bus without any further distractions, they would step off the bus... And the next thing they'd know they would be all sitting in chairs in the lobby of Begonia Falls. There was no memory of anything between taking that first step off the bus, and being in the lobby. They couldn't even remember what it looked like outside the bus when they walked off of it.
"Alright everyone! Now that we are all here it is time to get moving. We are running late, and everyone is waiting for us in the Common Room." She called out to everyone, gesturing for everyone to stand and make their way into the common room.
[Maximilian, Tara, and Sybil moving to the Common Room]
Tara listened to the two others talking and chose to sit as far away from either of them as possible. Reaching into her duster pockets she pulled out a pair of leather gloves and shoved her hands into them before tucking her feet up under her chin and watching out the window.
(Sorry for the short post, at work but wanted to put something out )