“How friendly, did a chick knock off your penis or you just don’t want to give a friendly good-morning to the new teammate?” You snarl back at the security guard and only to be ignored.
“Be nice” Henry grunted and you scoffed as you gave the guy your new ID. Is a raise of FOUR FUCKING DOLLARS even worth it? Cause right now you can only see the disadvantages. Like losing Vic as a partner.
“Shut the fuck up Henry, four fucking extra dollars per hour just to sell my fucking car! Like figures it’s required that I have to live in a dorm but now I can’t even run out for a little market trip?! AND HELLO, MY CAR WAS TAKEN?”
Oh yeah, you had to sell off your fucking car too. Loving it.
He doesn’t answer you, just grips that wheel tighter.
“God, you’re killing me Henry.” You whisper to yourself because no matter how much you want to complain, he wasn’t going to do jack shit. Realistically, you just want to beat someone up right now to pent out that claustrophobic feeling. Unfortunately you can’t cause job.
After an astounding fifteen minutes wasted outside the gate, you are finally let in. Henry pulls up the front of the asylum and starts taking your boxes out. Every boxes you take out is a hit from reality. “Be gone freedom” that’s what it’s saying. Now you are really, really regretting the decision. Good thing there's only four boxes.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your room”
“You better give me a private room, chief” You mumble as you continue to inspect the huge Asylum. It makes you feel like you have gone back to the 1900s.
Huh. Mount Massive Asylum. You laughed internally at that silly name. Yeah, get it? Mount. Massive. It sounds more like a sexual connotation.
“Come on” Henry opens the door and both of you got inside.
Your footsteps seem to be echoing inside your head as you step upon the stairs yet when you arrived inside, it stops.
You weren’t expecting orange, dark blue, black, yellow. Surprisingly that's the only colour orientation you're getting from the entrance, not a grand white medical room. There were no chairs around but a booth where another woman is standing. What? They want another fifteen minutes of ID checking? There are cobwebs too, by god, no one even wanna clean up the place? No wonder it looks so trapped. Other than that it's not as impressive as it should be. Granted this place isn't exactly a paradise of a mansion so understandable that it would look this ugly. Not even ugly. More like discreet-fully disgusting.
You ignore the ridiculous medical smell they had perfumed all over the place as Henry walks up to the counter.
"Good morning, Chief Henry" - says her. Finally someone with manners, hilarious that we have an asylum who teaches people manners yet the guards acts like he has none. They should put him in with the gang. He and Freddy dear would get along.
"Morning, Rulie" - Her name snaps you out of your thoughts. Rulie? Rulie? Why Rulie? What was wrong with Rudy? Well, you guess you'll never know.
She smiles at you with her jet black eyes. She was difficult to read, definitely should never underestimate her.
"Bringing the new recruit?"
"Bah more like getting rid of one." Joked Henry and you look like him as if he was mad. Here you are, all packed up because a maniac needs a babysitter and this guy dare joke about it? Not even mentioning how they aren't acknowledging the "recruit" they're talking about is standing right fucking here! If you think you were pissed minutes ago now you are plain furious.
"Hey! A little Respect for the 'new recruit' for a bit would be great, yeah?"
"Well alright, may I see your ID then before I 'respect you'?" Rudie smirks. Oh how you would love to smack the bitch and knock a few teeth off.
"Bitch." You declare straight in front of RUDIE as you throw the id badge to her table.
"It's Whore to be correct, but good guess." She shots straight back as she checks your ID.
Although you snorted at her petty little comment, You admire her a bit for having some balls but right now you choose to ignore her because of your damned temper. Henry, meanwhile-actually fuck it, who gives a damn about Henry. Screw Henry.
“B building, third floor, room 45” She winks at Henry and we leave.
It was a long walk down the hallway. Way too long and uncomfortable for my interest.
“Nervous?” Henry finally speaks.
“More like furious”
He even dare to laugh. “Wow. You actually laughed at someone who’s in a bad situation. What are you? A prick?” You said sarcastically, intended to be mad at him but really, your rage just wasn’t there much anymore. It is basically better to cope with the situation now than later, grieve won't do you any good. Besides at least you’d still have an interesting clown name Rudie around. Right now, you just want to enjoy your last moments with Henry. He is someone you know well after all, someone you can trust more than any person here at least.
You hit his elbow as you slowly give into your position and smile slightly at him. “Don’t forget me, you hear?”
“Cross my heart.” He returns a soft smile and push your side slightly since his hand were still full of boxes. Of course, so do you thus he almost make you drop one of those boxes.
“Holy shit, don’t make me drop my box!” You laughed at him and pushes him back, harshly which made him wobbled too.
“Damn! Showing of them muscles much!?” This damn guy is now mocking you. To hell with it!
“Yeah! These muscles get them men to the yard baby! Unlike your tiny little gun downstairs” You challenged him.
“Oh yeah? Well… Uhm… Ah!” His whole friggin’ face lights up. You had no idea how funny it is to see this full scale big-muscles-mafia-face-policeman lights up like a bulb. Just. For. One. Comeback. It actually is quite a sight to witness.
“Well… It isn’t about the size! It’s all about how you move it!!” Your jaw is dropped. Like what can be even better right now? He just imitated a French accent. It was horrible. Horribly hilarious. Today you are making history.
“Henry. Leave the imitating to me ‘right?”
“What? It wasn’t that bad!”
“Sure, of course, whatever you say, it’s not like everyone would die from it.” You said quickly before whispering: “Aside from me, that is”
“Oh please, I make great comebacks” That actually made you laugh really hard! Like complete mess from four words! I. Make. Great. Comebacks. Yeah right!
“Oh oh like that time when you make a comeback with that lame Your-Mama joke? Or do you mean the time when you stuttered when you tried to make a comeback against me?” His whole face twists in disgust of the events mentioned and you just laugh even more.
“Your jokes isn’t funny either” Oh, he thought he whispered that but he really he should just know he sucks at it.
“Yeah ok big shot” You continue laughing and the jokes continues until you both reach your dorm room.
“Well, text or call me and Vic if anything goes wrong or if you just want to bother us.” He grunts as he puts down the two boxes.
“Of course” You said as you look around your room. Disgustingly that medical scent is still covering every furnitures up and down. There was one small little window behind a wooden desk with an old computer. Of course, they have an old school computer. At least they look like they have a decent bed for you. You walk to the bed that was pushed to the corner of the room and sits down to check it. It really just barely make the mark for you, but other than that it just feels like a floppy hospital bed.
“Oh hey! They even gift-wrapped me pillows and a blanket”
“Nice!” Henri said but right when I show him the damn thing did he cringe. “That’s a really thin layered blanket”
“Yeah, no kidding, and we’re on a mountain for goodness’s sake. Thank god I brought mine”
“But hey at least you get a computer and a tv?” He said as he puts his hand on the small dated TV which you don’t mind as much to have around.
“Looking to be happy-go-lucky aren’t you, Ri-Ri?” You inspect the bathroom and heard his weak comeback. “Don’t call me that!” Truly, the best worst comeback. Standard bathroom, decent shower heads, good toilet and not one spot dirty.
“Hey Hen-Hen, isn’t it funny to think that the only good thing about this place is the damn toilet?”
“Now you’re just being ridiculous with your nickname.”
“Oh shush” You give him a hug, probably a final goodbye to your old days too. “Comeback with awesome snacks ‘right big boss?”
“You can count on me with that.” He pats your back before letting go and closes the door like a true gentleman. Now, you need to unpack the boxes.