The Cafeteria

by **Alexander Evans** Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:07 am

The Cafeteria
The Cafeteria 2007-119

The Cafeteria, lunch room, mess hall, whatever you wanna call it here is where the patients and staff eat all their meals. In most cases the food here in fairly good, though at times there is some pretty rancid food that no ones wants to eat. The seating in the Cafeteria is very relaxed and patients may sit where they want, just know that if any fights break out he will be told where to sit each day for 3 weeks rather than being given the liberty to choose your own seat.

by **Adrian Clark** Tue Sep 17, 2013 11:29 pm

And all these demons keep me up all night

Adrian walked into the lunch room and luckily there was no line now at 6:31. Sniffing at the air he could already sort of tell that they were just having soup for dinner, of course. The food here was actually pretty good, except the soup and grilled cheese. Maybe it would because Adrian just didn't like soup, he just hated it and when they served it he would only eat the salad they always gave with it and perhaps the corn on nights they serve it, and of course the grilled cheese. The grilled cheese is shit too though, but grilled cheese is grilled cheese, even if its stale and the cheese isn't even melted all the way.

With a soft sigh he shuffled carefully over to the counter, grabbing a tray off of it and putting a bowl of salad on it, smothering it in dressing. One of the lunch ladies started talking to him but Adrian sort of shrugged her off, he didn't wanna talk right now. Come to think of it he never wanted to talk to her but she always insisted on talking to him, talking about the weather or some other things of unimportance. The guy stood in one of the corners of the cafeteria, scanning the lunch room looking for an empty table that wasn't secluded in shadows. At last he spotted one, not a single person sitting at it and he shuffled quickly to sit at it.

Sure he had some people he sometimes talked to in this place, but he didn't exactly have any true friends that he knew good enough to sit next to. Besides, he wasn't sure if they even liked him and he didn't wanna seem like a fool sitting next to them when they don't want him there. The safest bet was to just sit alone, if anyone wanted to be friends with him they could approach him.

With a sigh he first just sort of picked at his grilled cheese, glancing around the room nervously. Once he was sure there were no demons around he focused his full attention to his food, first eating half the grilled cheese then switching over and eating his salad. There wasn't really a reason he did this, it was just another one of those strange quirks he had along with righting on things randomly. He just felt more comfortable skipping around from food to food when he ate, he just couldn't explain it.

Soon he had eaten more than half his salad and all his grilled cheese, all was gone except for the soup. He glared at it menacingly as if it would jump up and eat him. After a few moments of glaring hatefully at the soup he just pushed his trey away and pulled a sharpee out of his pocket. Taking off the cap he just sat there for a moment with a capless sharpee in his hand, thinking of what to do. At last he just scribbled across the table, "like a blade you sting." He knew he was gonna get in trouble for that but oh well.

Mentioned: Demons, Spencer, lunch lady
Song of the moment: Helena by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Bad
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 525
Side Notes: Doot

by **Spencer** Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:50 pm

Spencer entered the cafeteria behind Adrian. In an instant his ears picked up the large collection of conversations across the room. He instantly felt uncomfortable in this large area with so many people. His stomach did precarious flops as he watched everyone shuffle about with their own business, walking purposefully across the room. He clutched his upper left arm with his right hand instinctively, looking around at their faces, unsure what to do. He glimpsed one patient eating his dinner under one of the tables, and averted his gaze instantly. He watched as Adrian walked towards where dinner was being served, realizing he had stood there for a moment. He lowered his head and followed after him, scurrying quickly after him. The sooner he got out of here he could go back to the room.

Spencer looked up as he neared the serving area, examining what was being given to him. Dinner seemed to consist of soup, salad and a grilled cheese. He liked grilled cheeses, a lot actually It made him slightly more comfortable that he would be consuming them.

He watched Adrian grab his dinner, smothering a large amount of dressing on his salad, taking a soup and a grilled cheese as well. Spencer would doubt he would even eat a few bites of the grilled cheese, yet took a grilled cheese and a bowl of soup, and thanked the lunch ladies almost soundlessly. Clutching his tray, he surveyed the cafeteria anxiously. Everyone mostly ate in groups, a select few eating by themselves or... eating under tables. He noticed Adrian had taken a seat for himself at an empty table. Spencer wasn't sure if he should sit with him, or sit by himself. He didn't want to draw attention to himself more than he wanted, and decided to sit at the table Adrian was at. He hoped that Adrian wouldn't think of him as annoying or that he was pestering him.

The man sat down across from Adrian, watching him eat his dinner in rhythm, taking a bite from each individual part of his dinner before going to the next. Spencer gave him a weak smile before glancing at his own food. He couldn't find any once of himself that was hungry. His stomach was still churning from anxiety. Reluctantly, he picked up his grilled cheese and bit a small chunk from it. He chewed it slowly, glancing around after a moment before looking back at his grilled cheese. It wasn't bad, yet it wasn't the best one he'd ever eaten either.

Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head to see a red shaded, young man take a seat beside him, a large 3 stamped on to his forehead.

"Hey Spencer," the man spoke. He was apparently nervous, his posture and everything. He constantly looked from corner to corner of the room, scanning it for something.

"Hi Ryan," Spencer responded quietly, looking back at his grilled cheese, then back to Ryan. He wondered why he had chosen to approach him.

Ryan looked over towards Adrian for a moment, then back at Spencer, "Who's that?"

Spencer glanced over at Adrian to confirm he indeed sat there, watching him draw on the surface of the table before looking back at Ryan, "Adrian, my roommate here."

The red young man nodded, looking anxiously around the room once more, his red shaded eyes flitting nervously as if expecting something. His lips parted to speak once more as he turned to Spencer, "Victor wants me to tell you he doesn't like that you told Adrian about the nightlight."

Spencer's mouth went dry and his stomach lurched. How'd Victor know about that? Was he in the room when he said that? Spencer hadn't seen him, or was he able to read minds now? All the possibilities seemed equally frightening. He glanced back at his dinner, which had become more unappetizing looking by the second. Spencer looked back at Ryan, who suddenly was not there anymore. It was odd when his 'friends' left randomly without saying they would go. He glanced back at Adrian, wondering if he should return to the room or stay in the open.

Addressed: (Ryan)
Mentioned: (Ryan, Victor) Adrian
Muse: good
Mood: anxious, frightened
Word Count: 699 (heheh)
Side Notes: poor Spencer your friends don't exist

by **Adrian Clark** Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:09 pm

And all these demons keep me up all night

Of course the nurse stepped forward. "Adrian" she said in a serious, scolding tone. He didn't understand why everyone was so harsh with him, were they allowed to be mean to people they thought were crazy? Did that even sound in the least bit safe? Adrian just growled softly in annoyance and took a step backwards, his hand tightening around his marker as he threw his fists up in warning. At this the nurse finally seemed to understand, start using her brain. "Oh" she said softly taking a step back. "Adrian calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you. No one is" it was actually quite rare for the boy to become violent so quickly like this. In most cases he would reluctantly hand the marker over then sulk off to his room and hide under the bed. This instantly flew red flags, Adrian probably skipped out on taking his medication this morning.

"I-" he started to speak but stopped, clamping his mouth shut seeing a person he had never seen before. It was guy, an attractive guy at that. He was wearing a black and white striped shirt with a random black tie and ripped jeans. Around his neck was necklace with a pointed looking symbol on it, around his wrists were more sharp objects attached to wrist bands. He felt jealous instantly that this guy was allowed to dress this way, they wouldn't even let Adrian wear regular shoes anymore cause he threw one at someone and it actually hurt them pretty badly, just slippers for him now.

The guy approached Adrian and he narrowed his eyes. "Don't trust them Adrian, they all wanna hurt you. Just look at them, they're all staring at you now.. they want to hurt you" his eyes shifted around and sure enough this stranger was right, but why would he trust him. "Why should I trust you?" He said crossly, turning his attention back to the nurse, who looked quite confused. "Because I'm like you, they can't see them but you and me, we're special and gifted, we can see the demons." This caught Adrian's attention and he shifted his eyes over to look at the guy again. "Adrian who... or what do you see? Who are you talking to?" Of course he heard the nurse but he didn't bother to answer her. How could she not see this guy, he was kinda hard to miss.

"What are you waiting for?" Adrian narrowed his eyes further, what was this guy talking about? "Attack them, idiot" at that his eyes just widened. Why would he attack them? The attractive man with messy black hair stomped his feet in frustration. "I'm sorry! I just don't understand" Adrian said quickly, glancing between the nurse and Spencer, not even noticing that now more of the staff was beginning to worry.

"They're evil Adrian! They want to capture you and give you to the demons!" Adrian's eyes widened and he shook his head fiercely. "No!" His voice was loud and this was quite shocking considering it was rare for him to speak above a whisper and now he was yelling quite loudly. "No! No! No!" he turned his body quickly to face Spencer and without skipping a beat lunged at him, slamming his hands firmly onto the guys shoulders and knocking him back into the table. "You can't have me" he snarled, throwing his fist into Spencer's mouth, breaking the skin and causing it to bleed. He then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slid him off the table, dropping him to the floor, giving him a hard kick to the side and sliding so he had him pinned beneath him. He was actually surprised no one jumped in yet, then again sometimes they purposely let fights drag on longer. He wasn't sure why, but he thought it was either for amusement or to let patients get their rage out either way it was damn cold and heartless.

Mentioned: Demons, Spencer, nurse, illusion boy thing
Song of the moment: Thriller by Fall Out Boy
Muse: Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbad
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 667
Side Notes: Sorry terrible post

by **Spencer** Wed Sep 18, 2013 11:42 pm

"Hey man, you don't look too good."

At the sound of Adrian's voice, Spencer lifted his head to glance at him. He noticed the black haired fellow had scribbled words across the table, he wasn't sure what they read from his current angle. He glimpsed "WE'RE ALL DEAD NOW" written in large letters across the table top. He examined his scribbling's for a moment, then glanced back at his food. The thought of having angered Victor scared him, having to face the horribly violent individual at some point made him dread the future.

"You... should eat."

Spencer didn't look up from his plate. He continued to stare blankly at his grilled cheese. "I'm... I'm not hungry," he mumbled, pushing the plate a short distance from him. He heard the squeaking of a marker across the surface of the table, and lifted his gaze slightly. Adrian was writing across the table in large letters a very hard to miss S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. He wondered half heartedly what the significance to the phrase was for Adrian.

As soon as the man had written the word, he froze for a moment, moved his hand across his face, and began writing 'we all go to hell' on the table multiple times. The black permanent marker squeaked incessantly across the slippery tabletop, and Spencer averted his gaze, still hearing the squeak of the marker to his hands, examining half heartedly the tattoo on his knuckles that read 'DROP DEAD'. He cracked them, and looked to his left, half expecting Ryan to reappear to say goodbye to him properly. Maybe it was Victor's fault that Ryan left so unexpectedly. Many things were Victor's fault, it wouldn't surprise him> Everyone seemed to be frightened of Victor even the slightest bit. Even David (the personification of green, brave and courageous) seemed a bit scared of Victor. That scared him too.

"No Adrian, you need to stop this. We've spent so much money repainting the walls just in the last week. You're obsession with writing on things is getting out of hand."

The unfamiliar voice made Spencer's head snap up in an instant. A nurse was standing before Adrian, who had written 'we all go to hell' multiple times across the table. The table looked almost completely covered in his writing. She clutched the marker he had in his hand moments before, the black haired man staring at her in disbelief. He tugged at the marker pleadingly, and suddenly wretched it from the nurses' grasp, glaring angrily at her. Spencer wasn't sure what to do or say about the situation, the thought of approaching either of them seemed kind of frightening.

"Erm..." he mumbled to himself, confused, deciding to watch the situation as it unfolded. Spencer leaned back in his chair, putting his hands on the table for support, trying to get his mind off of things. Perhaps if he stayed here there was a bunch of people it'd scare Victor away. He determined he'd have to keep himself busy.

After a few moments of leaning in his chair and watching Adrian and the nurse, he leaned back farther than he should and suddenly, the legs of the chair slid out from under him. His heart lurched as the chair slid and Spencer slammed on the ground, his head inches from hitting a table.

He looked around, disoriented and confused on what just happened. Did someone pull the chair out from him, or was it is own fault? He stood up immediately, realizing he had caused himself to fall, cheeks quickly turning a shade of pink from embarrassment for his own stupid mistake. He picked up the chair and quickly sat down, head lowered so he stared at his hands in his lap. Spencer just wanted to go to the room now, he felt like everyone had looked at him as the chair crashed to the floor, even if his own safety depended on staying in this room.

Mentioned: (David, Victor, Ryan) Adrian, nurse
Addressed: Adrian
Muse: good
Word Count: 658
Mood: embarrassed, anxious
Side notes: ah Spencer

by **Adrian Clark** Sat Sep 21, 2013 12:31 pm

And all these demons keep me up all night

Of course the nurse stepped forward. "Adrian" she said in a serious, scolding tone. He didn't understand why everyone was so harsh with him, were they allowed to be mean to people they thought were crazy? Did that even sound in the least bit safe? Adrian just growled softly in annoyance and took a step backwards, his hand tightening around his marker as he threw his fists up in warning. At this the nurse finally seemed to understand, start using her brain. "Oh" she said softly taking a step back. "Adrian calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you. No one is" it was actually quite rare for the boy to become violent so quickly like this. In most cases he would reluctantly hand the marker over then sulk off to his room and hide under the bed. This instantly flew red flags, Adrian probably skipped out on taking his medication this morning.

"I-" he started to speak but stopped, clamping his mouth shut seeing a person he had never seen before. It was guy, an attractive guy at that. He was wearing a black and white striped shirt with a random black tie and ripped jeans. Around his neck was necklace with a pointed looking symbol on it, around his wrists were more sharp objects attached to wrist bands. He felt jealous instantly that this guy was allowed to dress this way, they wouldn't even let Adrian wear regular shoes anymore cause he threw one at someone and it actually hurt them pretty badly, just slippers for him now.

The guy approached Adrian and he narrowed his eyes. "Don't trust them Adrian, they all wanna hurt you. Just look at them, they're all staring at you now.. they want to hurt you" his eyes shifted around and sure enough this stranger was right, but why would he trust him. "Why should I trust you?" He said crossly, turning his attention back to the nurse, who looked quite confused. "Because I'm like you, they can't see them but you and me, we're special and gifted, we can see the demons." This caught Adrian's attention and he shifted his eyes over to look at the guy again. "Adrian who... or what do you see? Who are you talking to?" Of course he heard the nurse but he didn't bother to answer her. How could she not see this guy, he was kinda hard to miss.

"What are you waiting for?" Adrian narrowed his eyes further, what was this guy talking about? "Attack them, idiot" at that his eyes just widened. Why would he attack them? The attractive man with messy black hair stomped his feet in frustration. "I'm sorry! I just don't understand" Adrian said quickly, glancing between the nurse and Spencer, not even noticing that now more of the staff was beginning to worry.

"They're evil Adrian! They want to capture you and give you to the demons!" Adrian's eyes widened and he shook his head fiercely. "No!" His voice was loud and this was quite shocking considering it was rare for him to speak above a whisper and now he was yelling quite loudly. "No! No! No!" he turned his body quickly to face Spencer and without skipping a beat lunged at him, slamming his hands firmly onto the guys shoulders and knocking him back into the table. "You can't have me" he snarled, throwing his fist into Spencer's mouth, breaking the skin and causing it to bleed. He then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slid him off the table, dropping him to the floor, giving him a hard kick to the side and sliding so he had him pinned beneath him. He was actually surprised no one jumped in yet, then again sometimes they purposely let fights drag on longer. He wasn't sure why, but he thought it was either for amusement or to let patients get their rage out either way it was damn cold and heartless.

Mentioned: Demons, Spencer, nurse, illusion boy thing
Song of the moment: Thriller by Fall Out Boy
Muse: Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbad
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 667
Side Notes: Sorry terrible post

by **Spencer** Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:50 pm

Spencer was somewhat aware that a heated conversation between the nurse and Adrian was developing. The embarrassment from his clumsy action of falling out of the chair, and the fact of the impending Victor encounter occupied his thoughts. He kept his head down, looking idly at his palms and tattooed arms, looking up once or twice at the conversation. He traced them with his fingertips, remembering each time he had gotten them.

"No! No! No!"

Adrian was practically screaming, causing Spencer to look up. Within seconds of doing so he was aware that Adrian was fast approaching him, arms outstretched. In an instant Spencer was slammed against another table, Adrian's hands gripping his shoulders. Pain erupted from his back as he forcefully met the table, his heart leapt and thumped against his ribcage, eyes wide, realizing that Adrian had just attacked him.

"You can't have me!" Adrian snarled at him. Confusion ripped through him. What the hell was he talking about? In an instant he was aware of Adrian's fist rushing towards his face, and making impact with his lip, causing it to split. Fear filled Spencer, as the blood from his facial injury welled up. In another second, he felt Adrian's grip on his collar as he slid him on to the floor forcefully. His body hurt already, and attempted to get up before feeling a painful kick on his side, causing him to falter and Adrian to pounce on him, pinning Spencer down.

Spencer was utterly confused with the unpredictability of the scenario, and quite frightened. He had never really been in a fight like this before. Adrian was so quick he had barely any time to react. His heart thumped against his chest and the blood rushed in his ears. He was bleakly aware of his injuries, and slightly wondered why Adrian had stopped his assault. Looking up at him, eyes wide, panicked breaths pumping through his lungs. He gulped and slowly brought his arms in a sort of poor barricade, his arms shaking slightly. In that instance the only color he could come to describe for Adrian was grey, awful grey.

Addressed: Adrian
Mentioned: Adrian (Victor)
Word Count: 356
Muse: not that great
Mood: frightened, anxious
Side Notes: sorry bad post /-\

by **Adrian Clark** Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:30 pm

And all these demons keep me up all night

In an instance one thing came to Adrian's attention, Spencer wasn't fighting back. The guy was literally just sitting under him, not even trying to escape. As quickly as he had thrown the first punch Adrian's fists were down by his sides but he didn't get up off Spencer yet. Instead he just sat there straddling the guy, looking down at him with a mix of guilt and confusion. The boy said Spencer was evil, so why wasn't he fighting? This wasn't how it was supposed to all go down. Adrian was supposed to attack Spencer and Spencer was the bad guy that fought back, not the poor innocent guy that was now just a bloody mess below him.

"Oh god" he said softly and felt hand wrap around his arms, pulling him willingly off of Spencer. "Oh god I am so... so sorry" he just stared down at Spencer after that, his mouth gaping open. The boy lied, Spencer seemed about as pure as they can get and knowing that he had hurt him just made him feel sick, the boy lied and tricked him. It was obvious now that the boy was working with the demons, he wanted this to happen. He looked desperately around for the boy but to his horror he was gone. The patient made a weird choking noise and his eyes widened in fear, he was probably telling the demon everything that happened. He wasn't sure how that would help find him but he knew it would.

Once again he felt panic rising but he knew he had to keep his cool now. It was one thing to have an outburst like that and attack an innocent person but now if he started screaming and trying to run away they would sure put him into solitary and that's exactly where the demon wanted him.

It seem liked several hours passed with pure silence, Spencer on the ground by Adrian's feet and two men holding tightly to his arms. After a while finally some person that looked slightly familiar to Adrian and was probably a therapist or doctor of some sorts came and leaned down so he was eye level with Adrian, testing sorts of things like pupil dilation and all that nonsense. Once he seemed happy enough with the results and straightened up. "You didn't take your medication did you?" Adrian turned his head away and grumbled softly. "Adrian" the doctor person turned his head so he was forced to look at his ugly pointed face again. "You know you need to take your medicine." He just scrunched up his nose and pulled weakly away with one arm but to no avail. "I don't like it" he muttered softly. They were trying to change who he was, it made him dumbed down and not on his toes, it was easier for the demon to get to him when he was drugged.

"Why not?" the doctor pried. Why was he doing this here anyways? Didn't they usually do this stuff in private? No matter though, Adrian wasn't gonna talk to him anyways. "You're not my therapist, I only speak to Dr. Evans." He gave the doctor person a smug grin and he just sighed in return. "Okay," he seemed reluctant as he spoke, "lunch is over Adrian, I suggest you head to your room before you cause anymore trouble." The two guys behind him released their iron grip and Adrian rubbed his shoulders before looking down at Spencer sadly and scurrying off, however he had to plans on going to his room just yet.

As soon as he turned the corner he just stopped in the hallway outside the cafeteria, watching. He was curious about what would happen next with Spencer and actually, he was kinda worried and sort of hoped he would see him in their dorm tonight. He didn't think he beat him up too badly so maybe he would still be rooming with him, he liked the thought of having a room mate, and Spencer seemed really cool and awesome.

Mentioned: Demons, Spencer, nurse, illusion boy thing
Song of the moment: Its Not A Fashion Statement Its A Death Wish by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Badbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbad
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 663
Side Notes: Sorry terrible post

by **Spencer** Sat Sep 21, 2013 10:57 pm

Spencer was surprised that Adrian hadn't continued to punch him. It wasn't like people he'd met before to not finish what they started. He slowly peeked out from behind his arms, seeing the top of Adrian's face, just his eyes. He couldn't tell what his expression was, his eyebrows arched slightly but that could mean anything.

"Oh god" he said softly and felt hand wrap around his arms, pulling him willingly off of Spencer. "Oh god I am so... so sorry"

He felt Adrian's weight removed off his body and watched as the black haired man disappeared from his sight. His heart continued to thump rapidly, his rapid breathing beginning to slow to a normal pace. Spencer lowered his still slightly shaky arms, using them to attempt to prop himself up. His back felt extremely sore, and he was well aware of his bleeding lip. He blinked a few times and saw patients and staff gathered around the fight that had ensued moments before. He glimpsed Adrian stare down at him, looking sincerely horrified of what he had done. Spencer looked up at him for a moment, then looked at the ground. What the hell had just happened? One moment all was well and Adrian was writing on the tables, the next the man tackled him to the ground and punched him. He wasn't sure f he considered Adrian a friend before what had happened, but he wasn't quite sure what happened. All he knew was he was scared.

The man was aware of other people looking at him. He wondered bleakly why no one was attending to him. All he wanted to do now was run off to his room and curl up on his bunk. Spencer heard the words of Adrian and another person, and heard the words of what he presumed was a nurse directed towards him. She held out a hand and he reluctantly took it. Spencer was still quite shaky from the recent experience. He kept his eyes focused on the ground for the most part. Moving hurt his back immensely, and he couldn't find the heart to look at Adrian. The nurse attempted to look at his facial injuries, forcing Spencer to look up. He scanned the area, seeing that most of the 'audience' had left, and so had Adrian. The nurse determined his lip would heal and might be a bit swollen for a few days. For his other injuries, he would be a bit bruised and sore for a couple of days.

Spencer watched absently as the nurse left, and reminded him that from now until 10 was free time, and had to be in his room no later than 11. He stood for a moment in the cafeteria, he guessed it was around 7 because the lunch ladies were cleaning up the kitchen routinely. Mostly everyone had left the room, off to their own activities. The man decided to escape to his room, maybe he'd go to sleep or something, even though the prospect of sleeping seemed so distant.

Spencer walked down the hallway that lead to his room, still slightly shaken from the earlier experience.

-to Room 1-

Mentioned: Adrian, random nurse
Addressed: no one
Word Count: 526
Muse: idk good I guess
Mood: frightened, shaken, confused
Side notes: dun have any

by **Charlie** Fri Nov 15, 2013 1:22 am

I'm not dead I only dress that way

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

Charlie watched with curiosity at first as Sascha began scratching at his arm, then curiosity turned into alarm as he noticed Sascha was opening old wounds. The small boy opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it. What could he say? He didn't prepare for situations like this, Charlie was only worried that Sascha would start bleeding (which he probably would). Blood was a bad mix with Charlie, bad flash backs of bathing in a pool of his own blood as he wrists were split open in an attempt his mom had made to probably kill him. It was probably in that time that the abuse was at it's high point. Deeper cuts across his body and and fiercer burns, more bruises and cuts on his lip from being bunched and beat. He was maybe 17 at the time all this was going down. It was strange, Charlie never exactly blamed his mom for this. Just like Charlie she was emotionally unstable.. she was afraid of him and when people are afraid they become reckless. Sure she had inflicted a lot of physical pain on him that left mental and physical scars to this day but he did not blame her, even after she had tried to bleed him out and drown him in a bathtub. She was his mom after all, and he could only let himself believe no one was to blame except himself.

He shuddered, and looked anywhere except for at Sascha's arm. "I'm up for stealing food if you are," Sascha said and Charlie just nodded. "Alright," he said managing a smile. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing though so I'm just gonna wing it." He turned and began to walk down the hallway, retracing the steps Ben had showed him. "And don't blame me if I get us lost" he added with a small smirk. "I've only walked these halls once before, but hopefully I won't get totally lost."

As the two of them progressed down the hall way Charlie got more and more sure that he was going the right way. Of course it was a big institution though, so who knows. Maybe he was just hallucinating. The thought made him shudder, he was letting people get to him. He wasn't crazy and he wasn't hallucinating or some shit like that. And sure enough they were standing in the wide area of the Cafeteria, people still cleaning up the mess from dinner. He just crouched on the floor hidden behind a column and pondering how to go about stealing food. "Maybe one of us could pretend to have a mental breakdown and distract them while the other gets the food?" He smirked again, benefits of people thinking your crazy.

Notes: Sorry Terrible post
Song of the Moment: Sophomore Slump Or Come Back Of The Year by Fall Out Boy
Mentioned: Sascha
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 463

by **Sascha Bryant** Fri Nov 15, 2013 7:08 pm

Sascha had never been one for shirking his 'duty'...especially when it came to the sorts of things that generally made one think he was a bad person. It wasn't that he was /really/ bad of course, it was just that he had a particular love of mischief that most people would really likely consider unhealthy. So as Charlie crouched in hiding, Sascha followed suit - though unlike the other boy, he wasn't pondering the best way to go about thieving the food. It was the plastic cutlery he was after...not that he was about to admit as much to his new acquaintance.

See, luckily for Charlie, Sascha was /not/ in fact bleeding - all of his efforts to take control of matters had been to no avail. The bandages were secured, and the damned doctors had done their job a bit too well. But that didn't make the desire to see himself bleed lessen any. In fact, it only made it seem like it was /more/ important. He could feel...well, /something/ coming on, and though he didn't care for any of the words the so-called experts used to describe it, he knew it would be bad if he didn't do something first. Cutting was an easy choice to make for Sascha, though he knew enough to keep the choice to himself - well, he knew enough most of the time. Sometimes the choice was made and acted on before he was even aware of what he was doing...so perhaps in a way it had been good that the bandage was in place.

"Hmmm..." , he offered in absent thought, even as blue eyes narrowed on those present in the cafeteria at this hour. "Well, legally they can't deny us food. Certainly they can provide times that are acceptable to eat in, but if we're hungry, then legally they gotta feed us. We still got rights. OSHA and all that shit..." His voice trailed off, the small boy still a bit hesitant to reveal himself even despite the fact that what he was saying he knew to be true. "Besides, if one of us throws a fit, we could wind up in places we don't want or deserve to be. "

And of course, Sascha was referring to solitary confinement - usually a white, padded room with little to entertain one's self with but the sound of one's own voice. Sascha despised being alone. There was no way that he was going to put himself in a situation where he'd end up that way - and with no way of dealing with the pain of it either. And really, this was likely a good sign as it meant he was still at the point where he was capable of reasoning things out. It was when that ability disappeared that real trouble began. "I say we just approach openly and tell 'em we're looking for sandwiches or whatever. Like I said, legally...they can't say no. They ain't got the right to 'send us to bed without supper' and shit."

Word Count: 508
Notes: wearing black jeans, a dark grey hoodie, a v-neck t-shirt and a pair of black Chucks with a glittery sticker on the toe of the left shoe.
Tags/Mentions: Tag Charlie<3 Mentions - Kitchen NPC staff.

by **Charlie** Mon Nov 18, 2013 4:23 am

I'm not dead I only dress that way

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

Charlie glanced at Sascha and nodded slowly. The more you know. "Yeah" he said softly. Charlie never really had been in a mental institution, so he was new to all this. What Sascha meant be "places we dont wanna be" was beyond him, but he just went with the flow. "I say we just approach openly and tell 'em we're looking for sandwiches or whatever. Like I said, legally...they can't say no. They ain't got the right to 'send us to bed without supper' and shit." Charlie nodded and glanced at the nearly deserted cafeteria. "Alright" he said with a nod as he stood up.

The short guy walked a few paces then stopped to wait for Sascha. Honestly, Charlie was lost in this place. He was just this poor lost short guy just wanting to eat. "I regret skipping dinner" he mumbled, forgetting if he had already said so. Then again, with his anxiety acting up when he arrived he had skipped basically all the meals. Settling into a new place was actually a very huge deal to him, and it stressed him out. Sure he had been moved to different homes often but he would never get use to it. He always felt like he was in danger unless proven otherwise, so of course he didn't trust these cafeteria workers.

"I don't trust them" he said at last to Sascha, glancing nervously at the guy. Sure he didn't trust Sascha either but at least he trusted him more then the workers. "What if they hurt me" he sort of shrunk so he was hunched over, sort of wishing he could disappear. So much could go wrong while asking for this food, they could beat him or something for "being disrespectful." That didn't even make sense but Charlie remembers his mom was strict about meals and such. Sometimes he would say something and she would get offended by it somehow, someway. That was only in the rare cases that Charlie wasn't found having to cook for himself cause it was deemed useless and to much of a bother for his mom to have to take dairy and meat out of the meals because of Charlie's preferences to food and allergies. Well, at least he was a great cook now from having to cook meals for himself since he was old enough to.

"Maybe I can just wait till breakfast" he said softly and began backing up. "I mean, I don't want to trouble them or anything. Being lactose intolerant and a vegetarian tends to be quite a handful, I dot wanna waste their time or anything." He smiled softly in a still sort of concerned way. He hadn't eaten all day but he was positive he could survive until in the morning. The only reason he was sticking around was because he wanted Sascha's opinion, was the guy gonna stay or leave with Charlie?

Song of the Moment: West Coast Smoker by Fall Out Boy
Tagged: Sascha
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 488

by **Sascha Bryant** Tue Nov 19, 2013 9:16 am

Charlie hemmed and hawed over their decision to come here and Sascha merely took a step back a moment and watched - studying the other boy the way a scientist might study a particularly interesting specime through a microscope. Was it fear of inconveniencing anyone that brought this about? Sascha couldn't say. He only knew that one moment the other had thought it was brilliant and the next he was talking about waiting to eat until the morning even though he was quite obviously hungry. His own personal desire for cutlery set aside, he found himself frowning on behalf of the other boy as he stepped up beside him, and thoughtlessly went to place a hand lightly on Charlie's arm.

"Hey. Uh...you do know they get paid to feed us, right?" Sascha asked quietly, believing the question to be a perfectly viable one given the apparent nature of the other boy's concerns. And if that previous touch had been allowed, well he certainly wouldn't bother lingering over it - content to let those finger tips brush against the arm he'd sought to pat and then drop that arm back to his side. Once the question was voiced, the smaller boy's attention would shift back to the kitchen workers - one in particular having paused in what he was doing to turn his attention on them.

"Can I help you with somethin'?"The guy asked, a pleasant but neutral expression on his face that for some reason set Sascha's teeth on edge. Like this guy was so superior to them. He worked there and as far as Sascha was concerned, well...people like him, they made sure he had a pay check. Still, he managed to smile even when he didn't feel like it. It was something Sascha'd become quite good at - smiling even when he didn't want to. There was no reason to forget that habit now.

"Actually, yeah. We missed dinner accidentally. Weren't hungry. I think it's the meds...but anyways, we're hungry now. Got anything we can have now? Like salads or something? Nothing too fancy..." Sascha went on easily, his attention focused on the male that was currently furrowing his brows together in thought. After a moment or so, he nodded. "We got some pre-packaged salads and some sandwiches in the back. You want those?" The worker asked...and after a glance at Charlie to make sure...Sascha would then turn and nod, even if Charlie seemed to shake his head no. The other boy might not want to bother anyone, but Sascha had no problems making people work. Once the guy went to the back to get the things, Sascha moved to try to grab Charlie by the hand gently and drag him towards the condiments tray - and if the move to grab failed, well...Sascha would just wait until Charlie showed signs of following. From there, he'd grab up a couple of packages of whatever vinaigrette dressing they had, and then after darting his eyes this way and that to see if anyone was paying attention would also move to tuck a few plastic knives, forks and spoons up the sleeves of his hoodie. Then he'd move to grab the cutlery he'd use to actually consume his salad. Soon enough, if there were no interruptions - they'd both find themselves with a tray - each with a completely meat and dairy-free salad, a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich on wheat bread and a couple of juice cartons. Tray in hand...Sascha turned to look at Charlie, a brow raised. "See? Not all that hard. Now, where ya wanna sit?"

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Word Count: 602
Notes: Feel free to ignore or avoid Sascha's grabbing. >w<
Tags/Mentions: Charlie
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by **Charlie** Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:35 pm

I'm not dead I only dress that way

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

"Hey. Uh...you do know they get paid to feed us, right?" Charlie glanced at Sascha and offered him a small shrug. Everything was okay before he was touched. At the moment Charlie didn’t think it was Sascha giving a friendly and comforting gesture, it took him straight back several years ago, to the point where every touch given by his mom was more than likely one to cause him harm. This instantly sent off warning bells, and triggered something in Charlie which made him terrified. Only thought he had was he was going to get hurt, though rather than acting out to defend himself he simply flinched back, hazel eyes wide and glazed over with tears threatening to spill over.

A gentle brush and soft pat was given and Charlie was more confused then everything, surprised by the soft pat and gentleness of everything. People were NOT gentle with him, no one was. It was always harsh and cruel in the world and fights and defending your life and lots of blood. Of course gentle and friendly touches were familiar to the guy, he had been married for a year for Pete sake, but it never ceased to surprise him that humans could actually be nice, that hands could be used for something besides leaving marks. The same think went for fires, while in his childhood it had been an object to leave permanent burn scars across his frail fingers he was always amazed when fires were used to keep people warm and comfortable.

Taking a few deep breaths Charlie found it easier to calm down, remembering he was in an institute now and hadn’t been in harm’s way for several years. This still didn’t make him any less anxious and nervous. So when one of the workers approached the two patients the smallest one hid behind Sascha, slouching lower as if he could hide behind the slighter taller guy.

Charlie just listened and kept his eyes fixed on the ground as Sascha lied. Lying didn’t make Charlie comfortable. He was punished badly for lying and it scared the shit out of right now. He had even subconsciously began biting at his chipped black nails.

"We got some pre-packaged salads and some sandwiches in the back. You want those?" Charlie glanced at Sascha and watched the guy nod yes, even though Charlie had shook his head no. He didn’t even know why he was still refusing the food. They had already been seen and approached, and hadn’t been hurt yet… but then again people are very unpredictable things.

Soon enough Sascha and reached to touch Charlie again and the guy tensed up again, the same sort of terrified look reappearing momentarily before he calmed himself, though staying tense and uneasy, glancing carefully at Sascha, his hands and body language. He seemed pretty chill, but he couldn’t possibly be safe yet, him and Sascha had just met and could hardly be considered friends.

“Um” he said softly at last and tugged his hand free, glancing at them both briefly to study the old scars and to make sure there were no new wounds before stuffing both of them protectively in his pocket. “Sorry, but would you mind not touching me?” He smiled sheepishly, realizing how rude that sounded. “I mean, I don’t have anything against you. You seem very kind and all; I don’t like people touching me in general. It just ends up messy in the end.”

After the short favor Charlie had asked of Sascha the both of them progressed to get their food prepared. Charlie made sure to stay away from anything containing dairy (or meat for that matter) before turning to face Sascha again. "See? Not all that hard. Now, where ya wanna sit?" He just gave another shrug, it was actually very difficult for Charlie. “I guess” he mumbled before nodding his head towards a table and taking a seat, waiting for Sascha.

Song of the Moment: West Coast Smoker by Fall Out Boy
Tagged: Sascha
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 657

by **Sascha Bryant** Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:06 am

He seemed kind? Such a word being used to describe him sounded vastly inappropriate to Sascha, but well, he wasn't about to argue senselessly either. If the other guy wanted to think he was nice, that was fine. He didn't need to know that he'd merely used the other boy's desire for food as a viable reason for him to get what he wanted too. Granted, he couldn't do anything with his plastic prizes hidden so neatly up his sleeve until he was alone, but at least he felt a bit better about having them. Sometimes - though this was rare - just knowing he at least had the materials needed to properly control things was enough. At least for a little while.

As the other boy spoke, Sascha's attention wandered. Oh, he didn't find anything Charlie had to say boring...and in fact, he even offered an absent sort of nod to the other's request that Sascha not touch him...though it almost seemed as though it might not have actually registered. After all, as his mind had wandered, so had his eyes...and those eyes of his were currently focused with interest upon the other's hands as they shifted carefully back to the other's sides.

His brow rose slightly at the scars and other marks present, but he didn't move to ask. Instead, one of his own hands shot out - as if he fully intended on brushing finger tips lightly over one of those scars - but at the last minute he pulled the touch back so those fingers only hovered in the air above the scars rather than actually coming into contact with them. " Did you do these yourself?" Sascha asked, a hint of awe creeping into his voice as he settled into the empty seat across from the other boy. After all, Sascha was a cutter, so he well understood why others might also feel the need to do it. But these scars were intense. A lot different than the small, thin ones of the carefully placed cuts on his arms, legs and occasionally on his stomach. Honestly, Sascha knew he could withstand pain, but he didn't think he'd be able to stand the amount it would take to cause those.

He didn't actually expect an answer though, as it was likely made apparent by the way Sascha busied himself in preparing his meal - a packet of dressing drizzled lightly over the salad and the sandwich separated in such a way that he could eat the jelly covered bread separately from the peanut butter covered half. It was probably a strange quirk of his, but it was something his mother had always humored him with and he saw no reason not to humor himself now. " So, why're you veggie?" He asked baldly, not seeing a reason to not express curiosity over such a thing. "I mean, bacon's awesome, so you're missing out." The smaller boy grinned a bit as he spoke, the impish nature of that expression taking away from what might have been otherwise judgemental sounding words, and then picked up the fork he'd designated for eating and began to do so - a testing bite telling him that the food likely wouldn't end up being so bad here. Which was good as, really, most days Sascha certainly liked to eat.

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Word Count: 559
Notes: Crappy post. Sorry. x_x
Tags/Mentions: Charlie
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by **Charlie** Thu Nov 21, 2013 8:31 pm

I'm not dead I only dress that way

I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch ‘em stab me on your television

Charlie watched nervously as the slightly smaller boy raised his hand towards Charlie's again. He had prepared to bolt for some reason, edged back so he was on the rim of the blue chair and his legs perched in such a manner that hinted if anything happened he could easily hit the ground running. It never happened though and instead Sascha just hovered about his stupid, ugly scarred hands. "Did you do these yourself?" At the slightly personal question Charlie got all stiff and his voice caught in his throat. He was silent for longer than he should have been, his eyes focused frighteningly intense on his fingers. "Well" he said softly, glancing between his fingers and Sascha's curious face. "No... not exactly" he sighed softly. It was complicated really, his scars. He had stuck matches between his fingers once when eh was younger and let the fire burn down to his skin and give him bad burns but those scars were hardly visible now. He assumed Sascha was asking about the large gashes and severe burns across his hands.

"I guess it's sort of my fault" he said at last. Charlie couldn't find himself blaming his mom. He didn't know why but he constantly thought it was his fault he was abused. "My mom was scared I guess because of some of my circumstances of birth and a few of my illnesses. It's like an animal I guess, she acted in aggression out of fear. Thought she was in danger." Charlie wasn't sure if Sascha understood yet that Charlie had been abused badly but he preferred to stay away from the subject, it was a touchy one with the boy.

Charlie only stayed on the topic momentarily as he then went to eating his salad, following Sascha's suit. "So, why're you veggie?" He looked up as Sascha spoke again and he wiped some dressing from his mouth. "Um..." he actually had to think about it, he became a vegetarian at such a young age and it sort of just became part of him in a way. "Well when I was younger my parents were watching this program about slaughter houses and it's cruel. How could you feed and care for something only to betray it? Turn your back on it and kill it." The reasoning struck a little closer to home. His parents were supposed to love him like in normal families and he guessed his dad did but his mom just hurt him and it wasn't right. So you could say he sort of relates to the cows.

"I mean, bacon's awesome, so you're missing out." He laughed softly and shrugged. "True, but if it takes that much pain just to eat it I don't wanna have anything to do with it. I don't even really have any longing for meet anymore either... I've been a vegetarian since I was like 13. I've gone for a good 7 years without meat, I just don't want it and I don't need it so I'm fine."

Song of the Moment: Shut Up by Blink 182
Tagged: Sascha
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 510

by **Sascha Bryant** Sun Dec 01, 2013 4:25 am

Sascha could understand the matter of scars being a personal one...especially when it came to how one came by them. After all, his own were hardly something he talked about - the marks neatly lined up, one above the other and side by side as well - but he had no issues with enacting on a double standard and asking probing questions about someone else's either. Still, though, he recognized when he wasn't about to get any more out of a person than vagueness - and this was what he was sensing from Charlie. So rather than continue to probe, he merely nodded a bit and then picked up the jelly-spread half of his sandwich and took a bite.

When the other actually moved to further elaborate, Sascha's brow rose as the bread on it's way to his mouth paused. He hadn't understood that the other had been abused physically, though now that he thought about it, it certainly made sense what with the other's obvious aversion to touch and all. Of course, that didn't mean that the excuse of his mother being 'afraid' was one he held with. It was different with Sascha. Any scars that he had, he put there himself and though he felt his reasons were good ones, it had nothing to do with being afraid. And he suspected it was a similar case with the other's mother.

" Sorry, but that business about your mom being afraid is bull shit.", he said rather bluntly - his expression flat though perhaps a bit compassionate. " If you're that afraid of your own kid then it seems like you should be the one in the insane asylum, not the other way around. Fact is, I think she was just crazy herself and took it out on you." Now, it was true that Sascha could have been nicer about it...but he hated the fact that this guy was essentially blaming himself for what someone else did. There was more he could have said, but he was relatively certain that it would be unwelcome. So rather than continue with how much crap the other's excuse for his mother was, he instead moved down another path - his tones softening slightly as he generally didn't feel bad for other people. " The fault isn't with you Charlie. Even if you think it is, it isn't. It was with her. She failed you, not the other way around."

The bite finally made it's way to completion, and he chewed it thoughtfully listening to the rest of what Charlie had to say and even grinning a bit as the other spoke of the reasons why he was vegetarian. They were sweet, and the boy's heart was in the right place, but he couldn't help it if he felt like the argument was just a bit weak. Since it seemed like a safer topic of discussion than their previous topic, he decided to just go with it. " Well, there's always free-range meat to be considered. My family usually buys that when they go to normal grocery stores or butcher shops. Typically we buy local though. We live in kind of a rural area. Lots of farms and they sell their wares pretty inexpensively. No cruel treatment either as you get a better price for meat that's better taken care of." He paused a minute, glancing up from the salad he had begun to cut into more biteable pieces. "What about you? City boy or country?"

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Word Count: 589
Notes: If you want you can move the eating time ahead. <3 you!
Tags/Mentions:Charlie <3
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by **Charlie** Wed Dec 04, 2013 12:57 am

"Sorry, but that business about your mom being afraid is bull shit." Charlie lowered his gaze and shrugged his shoulders, just keeping his eyes on his hands which were poking absently at his salad. Charlie listened as Sascha said that Charlie's mom actually must be the crazy one if she was so afraid of him. "W-well" Charlie started, stuttering and flustered and quite unsure of what to say. He was sure if he had one of his violent episodes in front of Sascha or worse dropped like a sack of potatoes and had a seizure Sascha would be afraid too.

" The fault isn't with you Charlie. Even if you think it is, it isn't. It was with her. She failed you, not the other way around." He looked up briefly and gave a small smile. "I could have been a better son" he said simply. His mom probably didn't want a son that had so many health issues it wasn't even funny, and he knew that if she were there when he turned crazy she would just be even more ashamed. "I disappointed her.." he sighed and finally began eating his salad again. "Whatever, thats in the past. My mom is gone now so I guess I dont have to worry about being hurt, I shouldn't have worried for a while actually, about since the beginning of highschool. I don't know though.. people just make me uncomfortable, I mean anyone could hurt me, my own mom hurt me so why wouldn't anyone else?"

He rubbed his head and around that time shut up again. He was done talking about this, it make him uncomfortable and he wanted to curl up and hide in his shirt. He was really relieved when Sascha changed the topic back to Charlie being a vegetarian, talking about free-range meat and even a bit about his life back home. "Yeah.. I guess but I still don't like it. Besides I've been a vegetarian for so long its hard to think about eating meat again, I cant see myself doing it anytime soon."

"What about you? City boy or country?" Sascha had asked, which made Charlie reply with a soft "Hmm." He guessed it was complicated, just like his scars. "Well I got moved around a lot I guess. When I was with my birth family I lived in the city. After my parents lost custody of me and I was in my first foster home I was still in the city. My second foster parents were kinda on the edge of a big city but my final foster parents were in the country..." he paused, unsure if he should add the bit about getting married and moving back into a city, he decided to be very unclear about the whole marriage thing as that was a bit confusing too, and painful to think about. "I moved back into the city to start a family... that didn't work out so well though so I ended up back with my foster parents for a while because I have a lot of health issues that makes it difficult for me to live on my own. I moved a lot." He gave a sheepish smile and shrugged before taking another bite. "I think I like the country better though, less people."

Word count: 555 Tagged: Sascha Outfit:Clicky

by **Sascha Bryant** Tue Dec 17, 2013 3:55 am

Sascha couldn't quite fathom being moved around as often as Charlie claimed to have been. Sure he'd been in a couple of different facilities over the past couple of years, but only ever for short periods of time - and he'd always known there was a place to call 'home' besides the four white walls he'd been granted a temporary stay in. Absently, he frowned as his mind wandered off to a not so pleasant or distant place - a warm side of guilt washing down the last bite of his salad. Sascha's plate was only half eaten, but he pushed it away...a sudden shift in emotion tying his stomach in an unpleasant knot.

"Well, suit yourself.", he said with a somewhat indifferent shrug, using that wall of what seemed like complete carelessness to try and mask the rather sudden shift in his mood. It was something Sascha recognized, and knew would only get worse as time wore on. That was, of course, part of his 'issue'. Moods shifted - sometimes for the darker and sometimes for the lighter - and the medication he'd been forcefed for the past few years seemed to be working less and less frequently. And for shorter periods of time. It was times like this one that Sascha wanted to cut the most, not that he was about to do so while someone was just sitting there, watching. No, cutting was a personal thing for him, and his blood was precious. It was a fluid that he shared with no one but himself.

Still, he squirmed around in his seat a bit, trying to get comfortable as he fell into a rather brooding sort of silence, Sascha's expression shifting into something less than friendly as he glanced off to the side while he sat there and quietly waited for Charlie to finish eating. After all, it would be rude to just get up and walk out - and while it was true that Sascha had no problems being perceived as rude, he couldn't quite get around the renewed wave of guilty emotion that flowed through him at the idea of it. Especially since Charlie was clearly of a more fragile nature than he was.

"And yeah, less people is always good....", as far as a continuance of conversation went, he knew it was weak. But sometimes, when Sascha got into these mindsets he just felt like whatever he said was wrong anyway, so often saying as little as possible was best. Especially since he couldn't think of a single thing to say to keep the talk going. So again, he fell into silence, the fingers on his left hand folding down to feel for the plastic cutlery he'd shoved up into his hoodie sleeve...and perhaps not so strangely, found the feel of the slightly rounded tip of the knife against his hand to be something of a comfort. He nudged it further up is sleeve, even as a random bout of restlessness had him leaning forward in his seat and finally settling a somewhat disgruntled gaze on the slightly older boy in front of him.

"Look, you're barely eating, and I'm done. Why don't we just get the hell out of this place already and call it a night?" If there was a hint of something close to urgency in his tone, he was pretty sure it could easily be mistaken for something else. Boredom, maybe - and indeed to ensure it he even carefully schooled his expression into something that resembled the far less volatile emotion of ennui rather than the eagerness to get back to his room so he could deal with things in his own manner on his own. Idly, finger tips tapped against the table's surface as Sascha waited for an answer...and though he had to work at it a bit, his posture was even relaxed. It was almost time for 'lights out' anyway, so perhaps it shouldn't be so strange if he sounded a little anxious. No one wanted to get into trouble at places like these...at least, not the kind of trouble that one couldn't talk their way out of. Certainly one couldn't really talk their way out of being out and about past curfew. Not when security was even now likely wandering around search of any patients that might think about doing so.

He'd wait to get up, though. Wait until Charlie seemed at least ready to do so...and if the other boy was agreeable, Sascha would allow himself to follow along slightly behind the other so he wouldn't have to talk. And he'd keep his head down too so no one even got an inkling of what he was attempting to 'smuggle' back into his room. Of course, once he got the contraband safely beyond that door he had no idea where exactly he was going to hide it. But he'd figure something out. Sascha was, of course, a clever little thing - if anything.

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Word Count: 829
Notes: Kind of a rambly post. Sorry about that. ^^;;
Tags/Mentions: Tag Charlie!
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by **Charlie** Thu Dec 19, 2013 12:13 am

"Well, suit yourself," the smaller guy said before the conversation went dead for a bit and neither patient spoke, just ate in silence. Well Sascha was eating. Charlie's stomach had flipped around and now he felt like he was going to puke so he just sat there. After Sascha had noticed his scars Charlie instantly swore at himself in his mind, knowing it would be stupid not to wear gloves today. Now as he sat staring at his food he had both his hands rested on his knees. He had pulled his black and white stripped sleeves up so they basically cover his whole hand, though they wouldn't stay like that so he had to curl his fingers around them to keep them from popping back up.

Now that Sascha knew what happened to Charlie is made him more nervous around the guy. He had the constant thought that now that Sascha knew Charlie had been so weak to actually allow someone to cut him he just knew Sascha would try it. He wasn't sure why Sascha would hurt him, maybe the guy was just out looking to release some stress or perhaps he wanted to test just how pathetic Charlie was.

The slightly taller guy had been so trapped in his thoughts of paranoia that he missed what Sascha said about less people being better. He was to busy devising a plan on how to escape to his room without seeming rude. He was not gonna let himself get hurt again, even if it was only a simple thought of paranoia that's driving Charlie to not trust Sascha.

"Look, you're barely eating, and I'm done. Why don't we just get the hell out of this place already and call it a night?" Charlie's head snapped up at that comment, his hazel eyes wide as he nodded his head. "O-Okay. Sorry I made you come eat with me when I didn't even really eat." He looked squeamishly down at his food again. His stomach was so full of knots that he couldn't even think of eating right now.

Charlie got up a little to quickly but slowed his pace as he tossed his left over food in the trash before making his way back to his room. Again he tried to keep control of his speed so he didn't seem rude.

Once he arrived at his room he sort of dipped his head awkwardly to Sascha and gave him a soft smile. "Nice talking to you I guess. Maybe we can hang out later." Before shutting his door Charlie glanced down at Sascha's hands to almost make sure he wasn't going to get strangled or punched or anything.

He wasn't even sure why he was suddenly so afraid of Sascha. It was actually common for Charlie to get more nervous around people after they know about his abuse. Most people after they found out would treat him like a wounded, helpless puppy and not let him do anything for himself or in some cases shut him out because they fear they can't say anything without making him cry like a baby. Even with all his experience with both adults (who do tend to handle his past better than his school friends did, usually kinda shocked and sometimes even angry for a bit they soon get over it) and children Charlie always felt naked around people who knew his past. Even under the layers of clothes he throws on himself he feels defenseless and weak, like they could hurt him anytime they wanted. And the scary thing is that they probably could.

Charlie swallowed nervously before slowly retreating back to his room. He didn't care if Sascha had sort of tried to make Charlie feel less responsible for his scars and maybe even reason that Charlie's mom was wrong. People can lie and people can diffidently wound you and he was not gonna risk it. So after he had gotten back into his room he shut the door and would have locked it if he had a lock. But he didn't so he just pressed his back against it and stared around the room, noticing Ben was gone. He figured the guy had probably been transferred or maybe even got better.
-Charlie's Room-

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by **Spencer** Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:35 am

"I wonder whats for breakfast" Adrian commented. Spencer shrugged. He was becoming accustomed to eating in a place other than home. He wasn't quite sure if he liked the food here or not. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it wasn't.

"Hopefully something good" Adrian added. The man climbed down from the top bunk.

"Yeah," Spencer said after changing his shirt. He threw is old shirt, a purple and white striped shirt, into the drawer and closed it. He moved away from the drawers so Adrian could change his clothes as well. He was wearing his skeleton onesie, which he wore almost all the time. Spencer thought it suited him well. After all, it did make Adrian more adorable than usual.

Spencer pulled out the marker Adrian had given him about a week ago. He looked at his tattooed arms. Faint lyrics covered his forearms. He uncapped the pen and wrote on his arm, "Pills don't help but it sure is funny." He heard the sound of clothes rustling and saw Adrian take off his shirt in his peripheral vision. He was getting more accustomed to Adrian changing his clothes in front of him. He still felt awkward when Adrian changed in front of him, but not as much as before. Spencer began to examine his tattooed arms and scars. His most recent cuts were beginning to heal, changing to a faint pink color. They ran all the way up to the crook of his elbow.

After hearing the drawer close, Spencer looked up. Adrian was dressed in all black with a punk vest decorated with buttons and patches, black jeans and a black shirt. A bandanna was tied around his wrist. Spencer wasn't gonna lie, but Adrian was damn attractive.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Adrian asked, stepping into the hallway. Spencer nodded. He'd slept better, but he felt better rested than usual.

He still wasn't very familiar with the layout of Daniel Grey, so he followed Adrian to the Cafeteria. They reached the Cafeteria fairly quickly.

The Cafeteria seemed to be some what empty. The room was bathed in the harsh overhead light. Faint light streamed from the windows leading to the outside of the place. A few patients were up and eating breakfast.

Spencer walked over to the serving area and grabbed a tray. He looked shyly at the lunch ladies who stood on the other side of the food. Oatmeal, slightly burnt pancakes, waffles, fruit, bacon, and yogurt were being offered for breakfast today. Spencer accepted a pancake and some fruit and walked over to the table that Adrian and Spencer usually sat at; the one that Adrian had tackled Spencer at about a week earlier. He remembered the times where he had sat alone. It scared him when Adrian was too scared to get out of bed. Spencer was also reminded of Ryan's last visit during his first day at breakfast.

Spencer sat down at the table and waited for Adrian to join him. He looked down at his pancake and began picking at it with his fork. He wasn't quite hungry yet.

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Addressed: -- Adrian
Mentioned: -- Adrian (Ryan)
Word Count: -- 505
Wearing: -- to lazy to go find it
Mood: -- kinda anxious
Muse: -- okay
Side Notes:-- idek
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by **Adrian Clark** Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:08 am

Have you ever wanted to disappear?

They got to the cafeteria fairly quickly, considering Adrian and Spencer's room was on the hall nearest to the cafeteria. As they walked the small distance in silence Adrian looked at Spencer's arms, seeing faded and washed away words as well as a few fresh ones and it made him smile a bit. But then, he panicked. He hadn't picked up his own marker before the left, so now he felt weird without it, a funny sense of uneasiness just from not having the simple thing. Usually when Adrian didn't have his marker weird things happened to him. He's have scratch marked across his arms, some bad to a point they bled and some just minor, a pinkish color. The staff always said he'd done it to himself and be swears to god he had never purposely hurt himself, he never understood people who did that. The only thing he could blame on the raw scratched up flesh was demons of course, and it scared him that they could get so close to scratch his arms without him noticing.

"Spencer can I see your marker" he asked hurriedly, looking around suspiciously, already starting to subconsciously scratch at the inner part of his arm. If Spencer said yes and gave Adrian the marker, he would write across when he had previously been scratching 'tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave.' Then he would follow along side Spencer to get his food.

The food didn't seem all that bad today, the pancakes were just a bit burnt but Adrian didn't have much of a sweet tooth anyways. So he got oatmeal, which was actually a breakfast food he'd liked since he was younger so he didn't mind the stuff. By the rich smell of it, today it was cinnamon oatmeal. After his main course, he was always required to get at least one side, which sometimes he just through away. He stayed away from yogurt, because the texture and over all existence of yogurt disgusted him. Yogurt was for sure the devil spawn of foods, and he hated it. Surprisingly, Adrian didn't like bacon all that much either, it was okay in small servings like one piece but to much just gets old, so he went with fruit.

He then grabbed a carton of chocolate milk for himself (which is the absolute apposite of yogurt, chocolate milk is heavenly and should be worshiped in some kind of food religion)then joined Spencer at their table.

Adrian always felt a bit fat when eating with Spencer. First of all Adrian was already thicker than Spencer and he's always had weight problems (not terribly bad weight problems mind you, he just has a fucked up eating schedule where sometimes he'll go several days without eating a think and he'll loose a lot of weight then other days where he eats waaaay to much) and Spencer wasn't even eating right now, just picking at him pancake. It wasn't like Adrian was insecure about his weight, he never had been but around someone like Spencer that he might actually like he did not wanna look like a fat ass.

But alas, he was hungry so he gave in and began eating his oatmeal. After a few bites and they just sat in silence Adrian wiped his mouth to start talking. "I think after we eat I'm gonna head to the shower rooms and wash up, I haven't had a shower in like 4 days and I feel like today is a good day for showers." He took a few more bites before talking again. "I don't wanna just leave you but they yell at me if I go a while without showering" he grumbled unhappily and shoved another spoonful into his mouth. "I don't even know why they care.. but we could probably hang out a bit after I get out of the shower rooms, we have a while of free time today cause there's no group therapy. So unless one of the staff members decides to have an unexpected session with me... and if you don't have anything planned this entire day is free."

Tagged: Spencer
Song of the moment: This Is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance
Muse: Alright
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 697

by **Spencer** Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:19 pm

"Spencer can I see your marker" Adrian asked. Spencer pulled out the black Sharpie without hesitation and handed it to his friend.

"Sure," Spencer said as he handed Adrian the pen. He guessed his friend had left his in his room. Spencer didn't mind being without it for a short period of time. Spencer watched as Adrian wrote in the crook of his elbow which looked a bit red as if Adrian had scratched it.

Spencer sat at the table, prodding at his pancake as Adrian sat in front of him. Adrian looked at his oatmeal for a moment and began to eat. Spencer looked back down at his pancake, and decided to give the breakfast food a try. He cut the pancake into a small square and took a bite. It was a bit plain, a slight charred flavor to it, but pretty good. Spencer just wasn't all that hungry.

"I think after we eat I'm gonna head to the shower rooms and wash up, I haven't had a shower in like 4 days and I feel like today is a good day for showers." Adrian spoke after a few moments of eating his oatmeal. Spencer nodded. He remembered his first shower, which was probably the most traumatic experience he'd had so far at his stay at Daniel Grey. People naked, looking at his awkwardly skinny body as he stood in the line of fire of moderately warm water. He shivered. There was no way in hell he was showering again when other people were showering. Never again. He didn't mind if he never showered again in his life, as long as he didn't have to go through that again.

"I don't wanna just leave you but they yell at me if I go a while without showering. I don't even know why they care.. but we could probably hang out a bit after I get out of the shower rooms, we have a while of free time today cause there's no group therapy. So unless one of the staff members decides to have an unexpected session with me... and if you don't have anything planned this entire day is free."

Spencer looked up from his pancake. Adrian was chewing some of his oatmeal. "Okay," Spencer said, "Maybe we could go outside or see Castiel or something."

Out of the corner of his eye, Spencer saw the outline of a grey figure. Spencer's heart instantly began to thumb wildly in his chest as he dreaded who it may be. His gaze instantly flicked to the direction in which the figure stood: the doorway out of the Cafeteria.

It was Victor. He looked angry. His expression was sour. Spencer's eyes widened in fear as he watched the man's grey hand raise and his finger motion of Spencer to come with him. Spencer shook his head swiftly. His heart pounded in his ears. Oh God, Victor looked angry.

His expression intensified. The man brought his hand to his throat and slid it across as if he were slitting his own throat. Spencer dropped his fork.

"I... uh.. gotta go," Spencer stammered, clumsily rising to his feet and making his way to Victor, nearly tripping over a chair in the process. His hands shook nervously. What did Victor want?

Spencer walked quickly across the Cafeteria to the grey man, attempting to avoid his gaze. Upon reaching the doorway, Victor abruptly seized Spencer by the back of his shirt collar and began walking quickly down the hallway. Spencer stumbled, trying to keep up with Victor's fast pace.

"Come with me," the grey man sneered. Spencer's mouth went dry. Victor seemed even angrier than usual. What did he do? He knew Victor was watching him, all the time, even if he didn't realize it. What could he have seen?

Spencer was surprised as Victor passed his room. Where was Victor headed?

"I don't want that fag Adrian finding you this time," Victor spoke harshly.

Spencer's face grew hot with anger. "Hey!" Spencer said, voice raised in rage. Victor froze and forcefully let go of his shirt collar.

"Don't talk about Adrian like that!" Spencer shouted. His expression was angry, but he quivered in fight on the inside. He was terrified of what Victor's response would be.

Abruptly, Victor's expression turned even harsher than before. Suddenly, Victor's knee raised swiftly and impacted with Spencer's gut, knocking him to the ground (Spencer actually punched himself in the gut). The man fell into a crumbled heap on the floor. The wind had been knocked out of him, and the brown haired man attempted to suck in a breath. He uttered a painful cough as his breath caught up to him once more. His face was pressed against the floor. He looked up and saw Victor's foot approaching his face. Pain exploded on the back of his head (Spencer slammed his own head on the floor).

Tears began to roll down Spencer's cheek as he looked up at Victor pitifully. The grey man's face looked stern and angry.

"Stop... p-please," Spencer blubbered quietly. Victor bent down so his face was closer to Spencer's.

"I get to call Adrian what I please you idiot," He said. Spencer curled up, tucking his knees into his chest, pain running up the back of his neck and his stomach. Tears rolled down his cheeks and on to the floor. Victor was still near Spencer's face, looking at the man sobbing with a scornful expression.

"I wasn't gonna give you much shit today, but you forced my hand," Victor said. Victor's hand quickly raked across Spencer's tattooed arm multiple times, deeper and deeper with each series of four nails (Spencer is scratching himself).

At last, Victor stood up from his position in front of Spencer. Four bloody scratches were the last a deepest marks on him. Others were bright pink where the skin was scratched off.

"See you later, Bitch," Victor snapped. Spencer could hear the sound of his footfalls as he walked away. Spencer cried quietly, tears dripping off of his face and on to the carpet. The man slowly lifted himself off the ground weakly. His head pounded and his lower stomach felt sore. The tall man scooted against the wall, his back pressed against the smooth surface. He pulled his legs slowly to his chest, gripped his knees and continued to sob quietly, his body shaking weakly.

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Addressed: -- Adrian, (Victor)
Mentioned: -- Adrian, (Victor)
Word Count: -- 1052
Wearing: -- too lazy to find the pic
Mood: -- traumatized
Muse: -- good
Side Notes:-- monster posteh
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by **Adrian Clark** Sun Jan 19, 2014 2:14 am

"Adrian.. I don't want to be mean to you.. but you can be so stubborn some times." Adrian just glared back at him and sneered. How could Alexander ever have been his favorite therapist. He treated him like a baby, and he was only being stubborn cause he was being forced to go somewhere he didn't wanna. He didn't even wanna talk anymore, so he wasn't going to. Dr. Evans deserved to be ignored, he was a horrible man that people gave to much power and credit.

As his hand was released, Adrian slowed so he was next to Spencer. They weren't even talking but just standing by someone he was actually friends with made him feel better. "I'm Dr. Evans by the way.... not sure we've officially met but I run the group therapy sessions. And considering you and Mr. Clark share a room I'm sure he's talked about me plenty. When did you dye your hair anyways? Better yet, who gave you hair dye?" Adrian snorted and shrugged. Why did he care when he dyed his hair? And how has he not noticed by now? It proved how much he cared about him, which made him remember just why he hated the guy.

As they arrived at Dr. Evans' apartment Adrian looked around and sighed. It never changes here, its always to neat despite random piles of paper in various spots. Naturaly, Adrian wanted to change it around and mess it up. Just as he made his way to a shelf with an expensive looking vase on it, and picked up the vase, Dr. Evans was back in the room. "So, whats got you all worked up?" Adrian huffed, holding the vase close to his belly almost protectively before sitting down on the floor and looking up at Dr. Evans. He knew Dr. Evans thought he was a lunatic, and he also knew he thought he was this hostile animals but neither were true. Adrian was gentle despite his sometimes frantic and aggressive actions. Other patients typically don't talk to him, they stick to their own group so Adrian doesn't try to talk to them. If anyone trys to talk to him sure Adrian would be nice and talk to them, but no one does so he doesn't try. "Well I guess being taken against my will to an old, worn out, washed up therapist's apparent could really piss a man off." He said from where he was sat on the floor with the vase still in his lap.

He reached into his pocket, but with panic remembered he gave Spencer's marker back. Slowly, his stood up and put his vase where he was sitting and made his way somewhere else into the apartment which he recalled as Dr. Evans' office. Of course he found a marker there and as he pocketed it, he quickly made his way back to the sitting room and sat back down on the floor, put the vase in his lap, rolled up one of his sleeves and wrote across his arm "can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid." After that he just kept that one sleeve rolled up with the other remaining down.

Tagged: Spencer, Dr. Evans
Song of the moment: Camisado by Panic! At The Disco
Muse: Alright
Wearing: Clicky
Word Count: 522

by **Spencer** Sun Jan 19, 2014 3:00 am

Spencer was aware of the fact that someone was sitting in front of him. His head snapped upwards, his assumption was that it was Victor and that he had come back again to exact some more revenge on him. To his relief it was Adrian, he had a defeated expression upon his face. Spencer's first instinct was to hide his arm, which stung from the recent wounds. He quickly tucked away his arm, but realized Adrian might've seen them and it would be too late. He couldn't tell him about Victor. If he thought Victor's most recent visit was bad, it would make hell look like a walk in the park. He recalled when he had to tell his mother about Victor. Those were the deepest cuts he'd ever had.

Spencer tried to stop crying. He couldn't. After a moment, he'd succeed for about a second, then the tears would cascade down his cheeks once more. He watched as Adrian attempted to wipe his tear stained cheeks, but failed. Spencer observed Adrian unwrap the bandanna from his wrist and tie it across the scratches on his arm. Spencer flinched as Adrian carefully covered the bloodied wounds.

Once doing so, Adrian pulled out Spencer's Sharpie with a shakey grasp. The other man wrote something across Spencer' neck and suddenly broke out in tears. He cried loudly, a large contrast from Spencer's almost silent tears. His friend wrapped his arms around Spencer. Spencer let him , and embraced it. He really needed a hug.

Spencer wrapped his arms around Adrian as well, his tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping on to Adrian's vest.

"I'm so sorry Spencer I didn't mean to hurt you it's all my fault I shouldn't have let you go I am so sorry." Adrian mumbled. Spencer shook his head. It was his own fault for the abuse. If Spencer hadn't opened his big fat mouth he probably would've been better off.

"It's not your fault," Spencer pleaded. He wished he could tell Adrian more. He really did. But he couldn't, either Adrian would call him crazy or Victor'd hurt him, or both. He didn't like either of those possibilities.

"I know I'm weak but I don't know usually they only want to hurt me, maybe if i was with you they'd hurt me instead." Adrian added. Spencer could barely hear the muffled words.

"Adrian, It's not your fault, it's mine. I caused it. I shouldn't have said those things," Spencer said. Man, he was pushing not saying anything to Adrian about Victor. Spencer wasn't sure what Adrian meant by 'Them'. Maybe he saw stuff that 'wasn't there', too.

"I don't mind being hurt, they hurt me all the time it's not something I can't handle, it's not like they'll stop anyways so it doesn't matter even if I were stronger than them." Adrian said, very muffled through his sobs. Spencer was confused. Who were 'them'? He knew he wasn't talking about Victor. Victor had told him only Spencer could see him, but Victor could see everything.

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond, he just hugged Adrian tighter. He didn't want to let go of him, he couldn't. He wished he could just stay here and hug Adrian forever.

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Addressed: -- Adrian
Mentioned: -- Adrian, (Victor)
Word Count: --540
Wearing: -- too lazy
Mood: -- sad
Muse: --good
Side Notes:-- idek
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