The Insanity Game
Chapter 1: Birthdays
Today was his first day...
But... it was also his birthday.
Happy birthday man, here's a job working at an insane asylum.
Guys... Really you shouldn't have. No I'm serious why have you made me do work experience on my birthday.
At a fucking Asylum...
It was April 9th 2012.
He stood in front of the mirror and pulled up the black dress pants. Fastened the zip and slid the belt around his fairly small waist. The material felt soft and new against his skin. It was strange how much he liked the sensation. It's not everyday you ponder on why pants feel so good.
The shirt slid carefully over his strong masculine shoulders. Also black, the cotton and polyester blend made him shiver a little. His house was cold. The long awaited cover of the shirt was... well, long awaited.
Not being a fan of wearing a shirt and no tie, he impatiently slid the blood red tie around the collar and tied it. Without hesitation.
Walking from one side of the bed to the other. He 'accessorised', if you will, his outfit. With cufflinks, his silver watch and a golden ring worn on his right hand. The ring had belonged to one 'Elena Lee Rush', specifically, his grandmother. And yes, you may argue that it's a girls ring. But a thick band of gold with 'E' engraved into it was hardly feminine.
Besides, it was a really pretty ring...
And the 'E' wasn't that big...
Exiting the bedroom as he noticed the time, 8:25, he literally threw his shoes on. Again, these were black...
He never had been a huge fan of colour on his clothes... too... obvious. He guessed.
It would take at least 45 minutes to commute to work. And if the Subway was as bad as it is on a monday. Possibly longer.
With one last look at himself in the mirror. He sighed and messed around with his hair. Fucking hair... such a nuisance. There had been many a time where he had contemplated getting it cut very short. But where would he be without his mid length jet black hair...
Before leaving the house, he picked up his briefcase and smiled politely at himself.
'Hi, I'm Gerard Way... I'm the new doctor.' he said to himself, and with that he left his house and stepped into the New Jersey 'sun'.
But... it was also his birthday.
Happy birthday man, here's a job working at an insane asylum.
Guys... Really you shouldn't have. No I'm serious why have you made me do work experience on my birthday.
At a fucking Asylum...
It was April 9th 2012.
He stood in front of the mirror and pulled up the black dress pants. Fastened the zip and slid the belt around his fairly small waist. The material felt soft and new against his skin. It was strange how much he liked the sensation. It's not everyday you ponder on why pants feel so good.
The shirt slid carefully over his strong masculine shoulders. Also black, the cotton and polyester blend made him shiver a little. His house was cold. The long awaited cover of the shirt was... well, long awaited.
Not being a fan of wearing a shirt and no tie, he impatiently slid the blood red tie around the collar and tied it. Without hesitation.
Walking from one side of the bed to the other. He 'accessorised', if you will, his outfit. With cufflinks, his silver watch and a golden ring worn on his right hand. The ring had belonged to one 'Elena Lee Rush', specifically, his grandmother. And yes, you may argue that it's a girls ring. But a thick band of gold with 'E' engraved into it was hardly feminine.
Besides, it was a really pretty ring...
And the 'E' wasn't that big...
Exiting the bedroom as he noticed the time, 8:25, he literally threw his shoes on. Again, these were black...
He never had been a huge fan of colour on his clothes... too... obvious. He guessed.
It would take at least 45 minutes to commute to work. And if the Subway was as bad as it is on a monday. Possibly longer.
With one last look at himself in the mirror. He sighed and messed around with his hair. Fucking hair... such a nuisance. There had been many a time where he had contemplated getting it cut very short. But where would he be without his mid length jet black hair...
Before leaving the house, he picked up his briefcase and smiled politely at himself.
'Hi, I'm Gerard Way... I'm the new doctor.' he said to himself, and with that he left his house and stepped into the New Jersey 'sun'.
Notes
Reviews shall be greatly appreciated and if anyone has any tips then thank you in advance. Accepting one liners to fit in to chapters. Just too add a little humour, y'know? I'm so sorry this has taken so long to upload. But I'll be working on it now that my exams are out of the way for the next month or so...Also I'll begin writing this in first person, I'm sorry I just can't do it! I need to be in that position or y'know, feels and shit.
11/1/13