happy birthday to me! [open]

[-poe]

happy birthday to me..

it felt like a room, with the walls painted black. a single metaphorical lamp shed light on poe, in the corner of the room. her arms were curled around her drawn up knees, her chin resting on them. salty tear stains were imprinted on her already scarred face. she knew it was her birthday, and she wanted to be at the party.. surely xander would be there. or would he? lucy had already caused so much damage, it made poe break into another rounds of sobs. she could see and hear was lucy was doing and saying, but her arms didn't belong to her anymore. she was powerless, stuck in this dark room.

happy birthday to me...

it was a room painted dingy white. had it always been dingy, or did it just eventually get that way? lucy had no idea, she hadn't been there long enough. But inside this tiled room sat a few tables and chairs, and on one, a birthday cake with white frosting. lucy grinned at it- she wasn't happy to eat it, though they would make her have a piece, but it meant that she would probably get to see xander again. if stan would let him, he would definitely be there. her last, taunting look at him made than quite certain. oh, how she ached to be with him, to just eat him up... before her thoughts could carry her away, lucy shook her head. she had a mission today. focus was needed.

happy birthday dear me...

poe usually didn't believe in religion, but for now she got on her knees and prayed in the dark room. "please god, if you're out there, don't let xander come to my party. don't let lucy have him... please." after this was finished, she got to her feet and pounded on the walls. there was a huge possibility god wasn't going to help out, so poe had to try and fix things herself. she wanted lucy to let her back out, but all that happened was that lucy got a slight headache.

happy birthday to me..

lucy stood by the plain white cake that read 'lucy' in bright pink letters. a few people had filed into the room, but no one she actually knew. they were just there for the piece-of-shit cake, and she didn't really mind. her blazing blue eyes were trained on the door, her arms folded across her chest. over her think body, she wore a good deep purple tanktop, with the nicest jeans she owned. they weren't that nice. she had pulled her curly hair back, exposing her neck and making her look all the more delicious. and what's more, she was doing a good job of keeping poe silent. she was a mere flutter of sound in lucy's ear, an annoyance and nothing more.

"happy birthday to me!" she said brightly, to the assembled guests.

[silas]

how exciting was this! today was the day he got to meet his new patient! incidentally, she was his first here at the kuh--... kwah--... chutt--.. uh... at q.s. lucy alridge, the files had said. lucy was a fine and dandy name. and he, naturally, had known his share of aldridges back home. he was sure lucy would be a fine young lady, regardless of how whacked up her files may have made her seem. silas had a knack for spreading the love, anyway, and he’d be damned if she was immune to his highly contagious strain of happy!

and nonetheless, today was her birthday! what better birthday present than a happy new psychiatrist? it seemed good old dr. luzere was losing more and more of his patients as time went on. silas prayed that god had mercy on the poor man’s heart. the dear was only trying to help! he just didn’t do his job as effectively as he could.

was it physically possible for silas to think there was badness in anyone, even luzere? no!

naturally, if lucy was to meet dr. white, she would also meet his trusty sidekick, charlie! charlie the large german shepherd dog was currently leading the poor blind man around like a blind man. after stopping for directions a couple of times, silas and charlie finally arrived at a room from which excited murmuring resonated. apparently, even though birthday parties at q.s. sucked, cake was a thing otherwise unheard of. well, silas could not blame the poor patients. he liked cake just as much as a five year old.

happy birthday to me! silas was glad lucy announced this rather loudly. he could pinpoint her location based on her voice, and since no one in the room was moving from one place to another, he was not distracted very much by others’ footsteps. with charlie’s help he made it over to lucy, though she was turned mostly away from him.

“appy bihthday, miss awlridge!” he greeted the woman, perhaps taking her by surprise. the fact that he was wearing sunglasses indoors may have also been an oddity. “may i cawl you lucee? i’m silas white, youhr noo psychiatrist. it’s a pleashuh to meet yew!” the charming-if-not-slightly-obnoxious brit held his hand out to lucy. before silas could even shake hands with the lovely lady, charlie reached forward and licked her hand! what a silly, friendly, loving puppy.

[lynx]

Lynx was so happy. His best friend, Silas White, was coming to Quack Shack today to be a doctor there! He hadn't seen his friend in ages! Sure, they kept in contact through voice-chats and things like that but the happy-blondie was just so exstatic to to... to... OMG SILAS!

So, well, poor Lynx couldn't control himself and pounced the blind man, hugging him tightly from behind as tight as he could letting out a very feminine squeal. He lost man points again because of this.

"Silas! It's been too long since I saw you last! It's been forever!" Okay, funny choice of words but Silas wouldn't mind. So here the Lynx was, squeezing the shit out of his best friend. Yet, the doctor was here to keep an eye on Xander who was about to come in. Special permission and shit like that, remember? So he was slacking--BUT IT WAS SILAS!

Stupid Luzere was going to leave anyway so he'd have more time to his awesome Silas and you know what? FUCK YOU LUCY! -Evil Lynx is shoved away-.

So maybe Dr. Katze's a little more fruity than we all thought.