The courtyard.
Quiet, peaceful, and devoid of people Arcen may or may not have to interact with.
Arcen leaned back against the wall she had placed herself in front of, and stared blankly at absolutely nothing.
'It was either this, or having to be near people.... And we both know how much you love being near people, Arcen....'
She let out a small hiss through gritted teeth as she was sassed by her own thoughts.
It had only been a few days since her 'incident' with that man, so you would have assumed Arcen would have some form of emotion kicking around inside her, and you'd be right. Does she have it? Yes. Can she express it? No.
'I know a fun thing to do! Let's list off all of the things wrong with you!
Let's see here....
PTSD, depression, missing limbs, half blind, technically half deaf, practically emotionless, sadist, masochist, psychopath, mentally unstable, you basically have multiple personalities.... What was the last thing...?'
Atypical Autism. That was the last thing.
At quite a young age, Arcen had been diagnosed with Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, (PDD-NOS.), or, more commonly referred to as, Atypical Autism, in which a person exhibits most traits of Autism or Asperger's, but does not show all of them. Arcen, for example, lacks repetitive or restricted behaviour, but retains trouble with social interaction, speaks in a bland or monotoned voice, and struggles in daily life.
Before the PTSD and depression had overtaken her life, Arcen hadn't been very 'mild' in her Atypical Autism, and the signs were very clear.
After the.... 'Incident'.... Her symptoms had only gotten worse, being reinforced by the lack of emotion she expressed in response to the event from there on out.
Arcen tossed her head to the side, allowing a small 'Tch' to escape her lips in response, once again, to herself.
'How 'bout we shut up and stop reminding me? It's bad enough that you're still around, and I don't need anything else.'
Becoming impatient, irritated, and annoyed, Arcen began walking around, seemingly doing slow paced 'laps' around the space, as well as hissing to herself quietly.
'I come here to avoid people, and just end up getting mocked by myself....'
She slowly shook her head, letting out a distorted, gurgly sigh, all without breaking stride.
Arcen slowed herself down, coming up near one of the entryways into the courtyard, completely oblivious to what would come next.
Quiet, peaceful, and devoid of people Arcen may or may not have to interact with.
Arcen leaned back against the wall she had placed herself in front of, and stared blankly at absolutely nothing.
'It was either this, or having to be near people.... And we both know how much you love being near people, Arcen....'
She let out a small hiss through gritted teeth as she was sassed by her own thoughts.
It had only been a few days since her 'incident' with that man, so you would have assumed Arcen would have some form of emotion kicking around inside her, and you'd be right. Does she have it? Yes. Can she express it? No.
'I know a fun thing to do! Let's list off all of the things wrong with you!
Let's see here....
PTSD, depression, missing limbs, half blind, technically half deaf, practically emotionless, sadist, masochist, psychopath, mentally unstable, you basically have multiple personalities.... What was the last thing...?'
Atypical Autism. That was the last thing.
At quite a young age, Arcen had been diagnosed with Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, (PDD-NOS.), or, more commonly referred to as, Atypical Autism, in which a person exhibits most traits of Autism or Asperger's, but does not show all of them. Arcen, for example, lacks repetitive or restricted behaviour, but retains trouble with social interaction, speaks in a bland or monotoned voice, and struggles in daily life.
Before the PTSD and depression had overtaken her life, Arcen hadn't been very 'mild' in her Atypical Autism, and the signs were very clear.
After the.... 'Incident'.... Her symptoms had only gotten worse, being reinforced by the lack of emotion she expressed in response to the event from there on out.
Arcen tossed her head to the side, allowing a small 'Tch' to escape her lips in response, once again, to herself.
'How 'bout we shut up and stop reminding me? It's bad enough that you're still around, and I don't need anything else.'
Becoming impatient, irritated, and annoyed, Arcen began walking around, seemingly doing slow paced 'laps' around the space, as well as hissing to herself quietly.
'I come here to avoid people, and just end up getting mocked by myself....'
She slowly shook her head, letting out a distorted, gurgly sigh, all without breaking stride.
Arcen slowed herself down, coming up near one of the entryways into the courtyard, completely oblivious to what would come next.