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[Mittsu Returns]

Children have nightmares
Terrible, frightening ones.
No one can stop them.
And sometimes they come true.
There's one place they can go
To help them through it.

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Name
Erin Niker
Age
17
Gender
Female
Personality
Erin is a confused young girl who looks at the world a little differently then we do. She's that girl sitting by herself at lunch talking to herself and sitting alone at the back of class. She doesn't mind the solitude much since she's not really alone. If you want to be friends with Erin then you must put up with her insanity but she'll do her best to be normal in front of you. Towards new people she'll be friendly and bubbly but you'll soon start noticing she's a bit strange. In her mind she believes there are spirits all around her and she herself is possessed by one named Kebira.(Meaning powerful in Arabic) She often speaks to her and on rare occasions speaks through her. You can easily sort out who your talking to by the way Erin addresses you. If she snaps back at you or seems to be in a rage it's because Kebira is 'controlling' her. Erin herself is cheerful, curious, open-minded and clumsy. Don't be surprised if the girl randomly walks into a close door for her mind is always wandering.

History
All of Erin's insanity is due to one person from her past. Her father. The man of her nightmares and cause of her many pains all thanks to some booze. Her father would often get drunk and take things out on her and her mother who would do nothing to fight back. She thought in doing so he'd give up and pass out until one day it went too far. Erin was hiding in the closet when it happened as she listened to the voices grow louder and louder. Despite the fact her hands were over her ears she could still hear her mother's protests followed by deathly screams. The sound of something crashing was followed by an eerie silence. Only an hour later after a door slammed shut did Erin come out of her hiding only to see her mother's lifeless body sprawled across the floor. The next morning she was found curled up by her mother's side shaking. The next day when the 8 year old girl had to go through the same 10 questions over and over again was when Kebira was born. The voice inside her head swore to protect her and to lash out in anger if anything was off. Last but not least it promised that Erin would never have to go through that pain again and a mental bond was made.
Other

Name
Mason (Mace) Knight
Age
18
Gender
Male
Personality
Mace is quiet and can be found alone most of the time but he prefers it that way. He doesn't like being bothered and will most likely snap at you if you try to be-friend him. Don't let the tough guy image he puts out fool you though, he's almost a different guy when you get to know him. You'll find interesting facts and things about him if you spend enough time around him. Such as his love for books or how he takes the littlest things into account. Say you had a tiny scar that was barely visible on your neck he'd asked where you got it. He wouldn't pry though because he knows what it's like to have people on his case and dislikes that. Which brings us to his past. Just don't ask him about it. He won't tell you because he hardly knows you and will only begin opening up after he knows he can trust you. However earning his trust is another hard thing to do but not impossible. It's just a matter of time. As for love interest all I have to say is good luck. Mace isn't exactly the type of guy to fall in love quick and it'll probably happen in stages like acquaintances, friends, close friends e.t.c. Like all guys he's not good with expressing his feelings but if you somehow happen to catch his attention he'll give you small hints he feels the same. Keep your eyes open!
History
I don't want to ruin much of Mace's mysterious personalty but I have to write something right? Mace himself doesn't remember much of his past except for the many hours of beatings he had to endure. Why he was beaten he does not know but he knows those tortuous hours shaped into what he is today. It is the reason he wouldn't tell you he's in pain and laughs bitterly when having to talk about it. It's a tactic he used to hide his pain and using it a lot to this day.
Other

[Mittsu Returns]

Name
Kolby Farrington
Age
Eightteen
Gender
Female
Personality
Kolby keeps to herself, though it wasn't always this way. Things happened in her past that have changed her into becoming this quiet girl in the corner. You'll most likely never here her talk, which is sad to most people considering how beautful she is. If she does talk to you, then it would be a fine miracle. She's always in the same seat in the hospital when they're in the quiet rec room. She hums the same tune to herself over and over again, as she draws random pictures into a large notepad. She is one of the few very well behaved People there. She's almost always smiling to herself, or to others that she passes by. Though she has times where she's nervous or scared, because she's remembering parts of what happened to her so she'll cover her ears tightly and open her mouth in what looks like a scream, though no noise comes out. She does this, as if she's reliving what she went through, and what she heard. No one really knows exactly what happened, whenever the therapists try to talk to her about it she closes them out and curls into a tight ball.
History
Always an overachiever, Kolby quickly became a talented dancer. She had always practiced day and night. School seemed to be her second priority. She soon started having actual gigs for her dancing, and making money easily doing something she loved. A few months before she turned eighteen, Kolby was walking home and was only a few streets away from her home when a black truck pulled up beside her and two men reached out and pulled her in. She really didn't remember what happened after that, except that she knew that they had drugged her with something, because when she woke up she was on a large stage, but the stage was in a sort of cage. She remembered the mens faces, they had been in an audience that she performed for a month before in new york. All they ever did, each day was make her dance for them. That's all they ever wanted, but they would play the same melody each time, "Once upon a december" from the movie Anastasia. It had no words, just the music. They never touched her at all, just once she finished her dance would leave and she'd be by herself for long hours of the day. There were other women here too, she knew that. Even though she couldn't see them, she could hear screams coming from other cells and covered her ears as best she could so she couldn't hear. If she did what they wanted, nothing would happen. After a month, Kolby quickly began to give up on anyone finding her. The screams slowly slopped, but she covered her ears anyway and closed her eyes as she rocked back and forth in a corner. This is were she begins to block the memory out. All she remembers is that she somehow killed these men, she thinks it was with a gun. She had there blood on her dirty clothes, when finally police arrived. They find none of the other cells occupied. Either they were taken somewhere else, or they were never there. Though she knows deep inside they were. She never talks now, and was almost grateful that they brought her to this home. It was safe here.
Other

Name
Tate Klauss
Age
Just turned Eighteen
Gender
Male
Personality
Tate is what most people refer to as a jerk. He enjoys making fun of more emotional kids and at other's pain. He speaks him mind a fair amount of the time, never leaving anything out. It's just something that he does, though he really doesn't have a reason. At times Tate can be less confident then usual. Much like superman, when Tate has his glasses on he seems to have less of an ego, though when they're off his rascal self sky-rockets. Let's just say, he rarely has his glasses on. At school, he really has no friends. He has people that follow him around because they think he's cool, but no one he considers close. Now that he graduated school, he's excited to move on. As far as girls go, Tate has never liked a girl. Though he's been set up on dates, he ends up always saying something slightly ridiculous. Like if she's chubby, he'll tell her. If her clothes or hair are amess he'll say it straight up that it's hideous. He's not good when it comes to girls emotion.
History
Tate... doesn't remember much of what happened to him. He remembers small parts of his past, like his name, foster parents and the way he acts. Though what happened that got him to this hospital he doesn't remember. (I actually have no idea what I want his past to be yet. xD I guess we'll find out together, me and Tate.)
Other
His eyes are green, ^^

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((Sorry it took me so long to type!))

Erin Niker

♪The walls are shaking and I'm paranoid
Can someone stop the noise in my head?

Erin stood in the middle of the pouring rain listening to all the students scramble inside. She didn't understand what was so bad about it as a girl screamed in the distance due to the thunder. Closing her eyes and lifting her arms up she let the rain drops trickle down her body, never feeling so alive. It was a pity people didn't seem to enjoy rainy days anymore and she never did understand the fuss of umbrellas or raincoats. Useless things in her opinion. She could help but smile as the thundering got louder and remained rooted to the spot. She was different and she knew others were watching her from the window, snickering but it didn't matter. They were the ones missing out as she looked down at herself. She was fully drenched from head to toe but no of that matter. The only thing that matter at this moment was that she was safe. Everyone here thought of this place as a prison but her home was the real prison and here...she was free. As rain drops took shelter on the lens of her glasses she smiled ever so softly when the rest of the world went blurry. After all the point of glasses was to see things in a sharper perspective wasn't it? Instead she was looking at things in a different perspective. The dark storm clouds seemed to be right over her now as she lifted her face towards the sky, loving the feel of cool water upon her skin.

The clock is ticking I'm about to crack
Just like a Maniac on the edge♪

MasonKnight

♪Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out

Mace's stomach let out yet another growl as he read how long a bowl of this instant soul would take to make. 15 mintues seemed like too long a time period as he put the can back on the shelf and grabbed an apple. He washed it throughly before inspecting it despite his stomach's protests. 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.' The saying echoed inside his head and he wondered if it meant on psychiatrists too. They were classified as doctors too weren't they? He bite into the juicy apple and was beginning to feel desperate. He refused to talk about his emotions and feelings in front of others, wanting this nonsense to just end. Did they honestly expect talking about their problems would make them feel better? Mace scoffed at this thought as he head towards the common room where a few people who got caught in the rain were sitting by the fire. He gave him a glance before heading to his usually corner in the dark. He didn't mind being alone in fact it gave him lot of time to think. However if he wasn't careful his thoughts wandered to working out his past and forcing a sour mood upon himself. Sitting himself up on the arm of the couch he then gazed at the window and watched the little streams pour down. His eyes focused on the girl past the blurry glass and he chuckled lowly. That was another reason he didn't with associated anyone here. They were all insane.

Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down♪

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Oh it's perfectly fine. xD I have to say, that I love Adam Lambert.))

Kolby Farrington

☼Life will always be so painful
With this loneliness consuming me.

Kolby watched the rain fall from inside, where she always sat. She didn't like going outside, there was nothing really there. It was safer here, inside where no one could get to her. Slowly her eyes close, and she can almost imagine what the rain must feel like or sound against the pavement. Faintly she can even remember the smell. Opening her eyes, she looks down at the blank white paper before her on the table. It was usually blank, sometimes she thought it was better that way. Pulling her legs up close to her chest, she lays the tip of a pen to the white sheet. She always considered pens much better than pencils. Mistakes were always needed, so you knew what not to do the next time it happened. Mistakes she welcomed, nothing could be perfect. That low farmiliar hum starts in her throat again. Resting her cheek against the cold tile table, she begins to draw nothing in particular, just many lines bunched together. How sad it is at times to be here. Always alone, always cold and such a sad feeling flowing through the hospital. Why couldn't people be more happy here, or have that feeling of security like she did. There would be more smiling faces here, something that she herself would love to see. letting out a small breathe she smiles at the strange lines before her. Sometimes she could find shapes in this nothingness.

Still, I know that deep in my heart
There's a light that's shining brightly☼

Tate Klauss

☼There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay.

Tate pushes the hair from his face as he walks down a long plain hallway, standing close to the wall so that none of the freaks that passed by him would touch his flawless boy skin. Two women, stadning one behind the other take small hops down this hall saying the word "Hop" After each one. This makes him scoff, and quickly scurry past them. He didn't belong here, he knew he didn't. Even if he couldn't remember a thing, inside he knew this place wasn't for him. He'd only been here a week and had gone to all of the workers here, pleading with them to let him out of here. He would say that it was obvious that he wasn't suppose to be here. Anyone could tell! Once the pleading didn't work he would start to shout at them, making them have to restrain him and pull him away. He refused to talk to the psychiatrists, all they would tell him was that he needed to be here because of something he did. What had he done! Laying both hands against his head tightly, he squeezes in an annoyed loosing his mind sort of way. This was torture that he wouldn't wish on anyone.....well maybe the ugly people, and the fat people. Letting out a long sigh he steps into a small room. Once more infraction and they threatened to secure him to his room unless he behaved. Clenching his teeth tightly he plops himself down on a chair, crossing his arms. At todays meeting with the small group, he would have to be on his best behavior, or risk actually going crazy in that tiny cramped up room, now called his own.

And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me.☼

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(( Yeah! Go Adam! :] Well I need some muse first which will most likely strike when our charrie's meet. Mace doesn't exactly want to talk to people so I'll use Erin. She can be throw in a room with which ever charrie you want.))

Erin Niker

♪The walls are shaking and I'm paranoid
Can someone stop the noise in my head?

Erin was a bit ataken back when she felt large arms grip onto her shoulder and pull her out of her trance. At first all she did was wince slightly and waited for the beating to come. When it didn't however she snapped and shrugged the arms off of her. She hated to be handled roughly like others as if she weren't a human being. It all reminded her too much of her drunk father who she tried so hard to forget. It was hard to forget such traumatizing events in a persons life and then there were the markings that remained over her body. The buries were however faint now as she found herself being guided into a room with others. She didn't meet their eyes however and simply took her glasses off to wipe them. She caught the guards words to one of the workers about how she was running around in the rain like a lunatic. At this she couldn't help but rolled her eyes and make her way over to a wall. They didn't know what it was like to be her and they'd never understand. She left someone putting a blanket over her but didn't bother looking up. Instead she concentrated to the sound of the rain hitting the window and glanced up at the light above her. She blinked a few times as she watched the white light slightly begin to turn different colors from staring at it too long. Placing her glasses back on before they could yell at her for 'blinding herself' she gently drummed against the wall with her hands, a rhythm beginning to form and blend with the pitter- patter of the rain.

The clock is ticking I'm about to crack
Just like a Maniac on the edge♪

MasonKnight

♪Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out

Mace watched as the apple juice slowly trickled down his arm and wiped it awkwardly on his jeans. He didn't care much for his clothing however and just wore whatever was clean. He supposed he had somewhat of a dark look as he for once gazed at his attire. It wasn't anything special, faded jeans that were torn over the ages and a baggy gray sweater which his black long sleeve shirt peeked out at the top. His 'look' was goth if anything causal teen but he never did give a damn what others thought of him. He never wore anything that exposed his body to much since he had scars...well all over really. If the workers noticed one they didn't see before they'd just assume he had been cutting himself again. Little did they know that over a third of the scars along his body were his fault. He gazed down at one that was on the back of his palm and realized he didn't even know where he got it from. He frown slightly and rubbed the temples of his forehead almost believing in doing so it's trigger some memory. This action did no such thing however when just made him angrier. Why was his mind so blank at times and yet still managed to bring him pain from having so much on it? It was times like this when he hated being so alone because having nothing else to do he'd end up staring at his scars in hopes of remembering something, anything! He was desperate to know the answer but it seemed as if no one had them but it wasn't as if he told all this to his psychiatrist. Everyone knew the only way out was to act as if everything was normal or things were getting better and smile as if life were perfect. Glancing around the room and inspecting the other patients he knew life was nothing but for them. They all had their problems but he confined in none of them no matter how much it was enforced by the workers. Apparently socializing was key but it was one of the things Mace was failing at. He didn't need anybody though and nobody needed him; it was as simple as that.

Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down♪

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Same here. I suppose the people they have to talk to can pair Erin and one of my characters together just so they can see if they interact with other patients...I think I want it to be Tate. Just because he's mean, and she'd probably go off on him. Mason and Kolby can meet at like the same time if you'd like, or we can save that for another time and just do one in a moment. ))

Kolby Farrington

☼Life will always be so painful
With this loneliness consuming me.

Kolby scans the paper, noticing a few triangles, and even what looks like an odd type of penguin maybe. It looked like it was trying to dance in a bucket of feathers. This single thought to herself, makes her laugh silently. How imaginative she was, and abit childish. Lifting her head from the paper, she looks around the room curiously. Always the same people here. Some in the middle of the room playing with plushy blocks, so they wouldn't hurt themselves and a few others hugging themselves in the corner. Hearing her name called she stands hesitantly. Being summoned like this always reminded her of small details of what happened to her. Quietly humming the tune to herself as she makes her way to her doctor. As soon as she stops infront of him he begins explaining the same things he always did. How they needed to work on getting her to talk and interacte with the other patients more. That she shouldn't be inside all of the time because fresh air was good for her. To stop humming the creepy song to herself and listen to different types of music. Always the same. Why couldn't he tell her what she was doing right, that might make her day better, instead of causing havoc in her mind about how terrible it seemed she was at everything. She gives him a small nod and he tells her he'll see her later with the small group she always had to go to so different people could talk about there problems. Though no one ever did. Looking back at the table she was at, she notices that the paper with the funny penguin was gone. Some one must have taken it. As long as it brought a smile to someone's face that was all that mattered. Heading down a narrow hall, she can smell the fresh scent of bread. That was probably what they were having for dinner tonight. Oh what a small sense of happiness for some people here. Looking down at herself, she walks so that her knee length white dress with yellow flower pictures on it sways with her.

Still, I know that deep in my heart
There's a light that's shining brightly☼

Tate Klauss

☼There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay.

Tate slumps against the chair even furthur, hoping that the psychatrist that had the poor luck of getting stuck with him wouldn't see him. Just hopefully he might be as blind as he said he was. He wasn't. As the man see's him and begins walking toward him with that exhausted expression as always he lets out a loud abnoxious sigh that showed just how pleased he was that this man decided to grace him with his presense. Looking up at him, with his dull gloomy stare the man begins to talk about how Tate needed to work on his people skills and not be so closed off and protected -Closed off and protected, just a nice way of saying Jerk.- Then continues on with how he was going to have to talk to some random patient and they'd inspect his progress with them.

"Mhm...Sure." Is all he says, in his oddly normal sounding voice. He liked his voice. It was masculan but not to deep at the same time. Just perfect, and sexy. The man stiffens in places at the disrespectful tone then stomps off. A small chuckle almost arrises from his throat, but stops as he see's a man with a 'spiffy' uniform. His eyes roll around, then he cracks his neck with a unusal movement. What type of person would he have to talk to? Pray to god that it was someone who wasn't all crazy.

And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me.☼

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((Sounds good!^^)

Erin Niker

♪The walls are shaking and I'm paranoid
Can someone stop the noise in my head?

Erin sat down next to the boy she was instructed to but didn't say anything. She didn't know him and he didn't know her so why should they even talk. One glare from the 'teachers' and she gave a sigh before giving him a weak smile. She knew she'd have to talk to him but most of the time when she started talking the conversations always ended up bad. Why? It was because Kebira didn't know how to hold her temper but this excuse wasn't allow to be used. "I'm Erin." She muttered before taking her glasses off and wiping them once more before putting them back on. Pushing them up she finally looked at the boy and just hoped he didn't push any buttons.She bit the inside of her lip a bit afraid of snapping back at him and didn't want to scare anyone off just yet. Her other side had the tendency to do that and she had yet to learn how to control it. She sifted as much as she could to the edge of her chair that was further from the boy hoping he didn't take it too personally. It was just whenever coming in contact with another male memories of her past flood back and had tainted her mind to all men were bad. He couldn't touch her however and despite the fact she knew that she was still uncomfortable with sitting this close.She fidgeted in her seat a bit before realizing it was most likely noticeable and stopped, resting her head in her arms. "And you are?" Though she could care less she was being watched and needed to look as sane a possible. She didn't consider herself IN-sane at the very least just odd....different. Everyone was different though right? So what did it matter that she had somewhat of a split personalities or that she saw the world differently. No two snowflakes were alike right? She figured the same went to human beings and yet here she was. Just because she was different.She wasn't a danger to society though but on the other hand Kebira might be.

The clock is ticking I'm about to crack
Just like a Maniac on the edge♪

MasonKnight

♪Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out

The scent of food hit Mace's nostrils and even though he had just ate a apple he found himself still starving. What could he say? He was a guy as he pushed himself off and followed his nose. He wondered how many others would be there and if he'd have to do more of that awkward socializing. What he didn't understand is why they didn't just leave him alone. It was obvious that's what most people here wanted and yet it seemed like an impossible task for them to leave them in peace. Pushing the door slightly open with the back of his hand he peeked in feeling like he was intruding but knew he was welcome as one of the worker's motioned him over. Lingering in the door way for a while and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, he sighed before sitting himself in the chair. He made the common small talk and how well he was progress with the others, the usual run down that was all lies. Everyone lied though so it came almost naturally to Mace as he glanced up to see a girl coming down from the stairs. The sound of the food being brought out however made him loose focus on whatever thoughts he had and reached for a glass of water. The food look too good but he couldn't help but wonder if there were some sort of drug in it. He wouldn't be surprised since it made the patients easier to handle and opened his mouth to bite into a sandwich. The table was strangely quiet expect for the occasionally chit chat and workers talking as they tried to get them all to mingle.Give up. Mace thought sourly before rolling his eyes but put on a fake smile. It was how he acted in front of him that matter and was just counting down the days till he was let out. IF he was let out that is. Then there was always the question of where to go...

Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down♪

[Mittsu Returns]

Tate Klauss

☼There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay.

Tate's head rises once this girl sits down, and he immedietly begins to judge her around in his head. She wasn't terrible looking, though he never liked girls with glasses. They were nerdy looking, then again he had glasses. He never wore them though, they made him feel less confident plus he was nicer with them on. He hated being nice. Just by the way she sat you could tell she wasn't entirely sure of herself. He sighs softly at her try of talking to him. She obviously wasn't used to it, or at least didn't enjoy it. That's something they could talk about at least. Sitting up straight, he still has his arms crosses, but that's just how he's comfortable. "Tate" He replies simply, then continues to watch her bodylanguage, making him bite his tongue from saying something insulting. He knew they were watching, this might be his chance to prove he wasn't crazy and to make them let him out of this crack house. Quickly he reaches for his glasses in his pocket, sticking them on his face he posture immedietly tightens. Why they made him feel this way; He wasn't sure. Though they did make him look..cute and childish."So...They're making you do this too? I understand if you're uncomfortable, I really don't want to do this either." Oh how he hated being nice, but with his glasses it was better. It seemed to calm her down, even if the doctors and guards did hear it and gave him slight stern looks. Looking down at his hands that are now rubbing the top of his legs strangely, he only glances back up at her for a moment. Don't take the glasses off...Is all he can really think. Maybe talking to her wouldn't be all bad, No that was just the glasses talking, this would be terrible and he knew it.

And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me.☼

Kolby Farrington

☼Life will always be so painful
With this loneliness consuming me.

Kolby takes small steps down the stairs, always glancing behind her as she does. There was always that one patient, a male to be more specific who would follow her then loose control and push someone down. She'd seen it happen many times before. Taking one last step, she blinks slowly at the sight of the many people. Some of them, she recongnizes. Though they were people that don't like her because they just assume that because she doesn't talk to them she's being rude. Making her way to one of the back table, she hesitantly smiles to the random groups of people at the tables. Sometimes that's all she wanted someone to do. She can hear a few conversations going on as she heads toward the empty table in the corner of the room. Most of them are things crazy people would have. Sitting down, she can already feel the cold glare of a worker on her. It was because she didn't sit with the others. One of the many cooks brings her a plate with such good looking food that she can't help but look at it for a good measure of the time. The icey glares soon stop and she reachers for her glass, bringing it to her lips and just letting it run down her throat. She can only imagine what her Psychiatrist is plaining today for her. Maybe he though today would be the day she would talk. How sad, someone shouldn't have such high hopes and goals that will never be accomplished. It made them pityful. Laying the glass back down she pokes the piece of fresh bread on her plate, almost like it was a dead animal she didn't want to touch in fear of germs. Sometimes she was scared to eat it, but knew that she shouldn't be. Raising it up she takes a small breathe, and thinks a soothing grace before taking a bite.

Still, I know that deep in my heart
There's a light that's shining brightly☼

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Erin Niker

♪The walls are shaking and I'm paranoid
Can someone stop the noise in my head?

She hated the way that the boy seemed to be looking as her as if trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with her. Then again she wasn't one to talk being quite curious about things as well but bit her lip when he noticed how she was uncomfortable. Such a comment already set off the voice in her head and she planned on doing her best to not scare the boy away. She raised an eyebrow at him when he put on his glasses and felt herself relax a bit more but was unsure why. "Yes well these chairs are hard..." She muttered a lame excuse as she started inspected him the same way he did with her. His glasses didn't exactly suit him but she didn't say anything and just smiled instead. "Good to know I look uncomfortable and you look spiffy..." She bite her tongue hoping he wouldn't exactly be insulted by her choice of words. It was just the first thing that popped in her mind when he put on his glasses and Kebira already made it know she didn't like him. Then again the voice in her head didn't exactly like anybody except Erin. "Don't wear your glasses a lot do you?" She watched him closely and noticed how awkward he seemed with them. The conversation felt so unnatural but she felt eyes on her and knew she was being closely watched. Any sign of her 'other side' showing and they'd have a needle in her arm before she knew it. She learned that the first few weeks here and started to keep all Kebira-like comments to herself. There were times however when she'd just snap and loose control, invoking the beast inside her to wake. She just hoped this boy didn't do just that but so far he seemed alright. She had to remember though things weren't always what they seemed in the world as she rubbed a faded purple bruise on her arm. Pain memories threatening to re-surface.

The clock is ticking I'm about to crack
Just like a Maniac on the edge♪

MasonKnight

♪Just don’t give up
I’m workin’ it out

The girl almost seemed to be afraid of eating her food as Mace drank down some water so he wouldn't snicker. It was rude to and yet he had found some entertainment watching the girl poke and prod at her food. Such an action never went unnoticed however as he was nudged into talking to her. He didn't want to and was sure she didn't want to either. Holding in a groan he looked towards her and motion for her to pass the salt when someone cleared their throat. He did his best not to roll his eyes at the worker hovering over the two and cleared his throat before trying again. He hated being forced to do things and yet he never seemed to have a choice. "Can you pass the salt?" He asked in a low voice and traced his finger over the table cloth's pattern, looking anywhere but his eyes. It was almost as if he could feel the smiles of the workers at this slight improvement that made Mace growl but cut it short wondering if she heard. The girl was sitting only one chair away from him and the one that was in between the two was empty so there was a chance. He didn't want her to think he was growl at her but at the same time found no reason to apologize or do anything of the sort. He finally looked up at the girl taking in her dark hair and white dress. It seemed so strange to be wearing something so formal here but guessed the workers approved because it looked so Happy-go-lucky. Still who was he to talk about style since he dressed for comfort instead of appearance. Okay so maybe most his clothes were dark and gray but it didn't matter did it? It sent out the message that he wished to send; 'Leave Me Alone'. And yet it seemed nobody understood that and would continue to push him out of his comfort zone. His scars suddenly began to burn and itch begging to be cut open but instead he just placed them in his lap. He was clutching his hands together so fiercely that his knuckles soon began to turn wipe and he just prayed no one would notice. Then again no one noticed anything about him. He was always in the shadows or seeking refuse behind his hoodie which was always up. He knew it wasn't exactly table manners but no one said anything and figured it was the one thing he could get away with.

Please don’t give in
I won’t let you down♪