OnexOne for Accio and DrippingChorus♫

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Heh... I know. Ah, I love that song. Okay, I'll give you a better teaser. Tate Klauss isn't his real name, and he was on a subway that crashed into another one. But neither exploded or anything. Is that better? x] ))

Tate Klauss

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

He simply blinks as the glasses slide off his face and are placed in his hand. He was surprised that she had actually just took them off. He could have sworn that she seemed terrified of him without them. She even began to back away and stutter with fear. Glancing up at her, he makes a slighty sour face. "I don't wear them because I'm forced to. I just wear them so I don't scream at people." A small smirk glides across his features, but dissappears almost as quickly. It usually took a few moments for him to actually kick in and stop being nice. In this time, he would answer the rest of her questions. Slowly he starts to sit down infront of her, and close his eyes. "I don't believe that. At least I don't think darkness can pervent someone from hurting you." These simple words to her, begin to push against his mind. Darkness...hurting someone. The light shines against his eyes again, and he rubs at them slowly. The light always showed when his eyes were shut. He blinks a few times to make sure it's gone, then settles again and sigh. In the mist of his thoughts he's interuppted by a bang on the wall beside him. Quickly turning his gaze to it, there's nothing there. Now he was sure he was hearing, and seeing things. Maybe he was crazy, and none of this was part of helping him remember his past. Looking up at her again, the shine in his eyes are starting to fade, and get replaced by a dull shade. "Not when they're constantly leaving, and popping into your life. I never got to be with one of them long enough before they were adopted into a real family. I was the only kid my parents had that stayed with them. That's the thing about foster homes, no one stays for long. I was hestatic when I turned eighteen and was finally able to leave." Leave...where had he gone. The day he left all he remembered was saying good-bye than driving down the street with someone...Who was that. A friend? He had a friend? Everything was so confusing here. So desperately painful. Rubbing his chin with his thumb he looks up at her again. Erin. So strange, and jumpy sometimes. His somewhat 'friend' here. He was going to try harder to withhold his jerk self. It would be hard, and he will need a lot of self-restraint. But he would only unleash his monster when he wanted to. Everything would be fine, and it would be because he kept it under control. Maybe it was time he started actually participating into conversations with his psychiatrist. Just so he could practice.

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.

Her shock can't be hidden from her expression. It's there. Plastered onto her face. Though for a good reason. Before he even began talking she was thinking of who Mason reminded her of. Many memories swarmed into her mind as she thought of this person. Her dance instructor, Anthony. She met him when she was fifteen, he was a few years older than her and fresh from a top dance school. He taught her things she never knew she could do. He was better than her teachers that she had when she was younger. He could always tell what was on her mind, and she did have a sort of crush on him. Even after she stopped taking his classes, she would occasionally get together with him. He was the most random person she knew, which is probably why she liked when people here would ask absurd questions. The way Mason walked, and even talked seemed to remind her of him. Of course other things Mason said made her think of those terrible men she knew. He was an odd mixture of people she loved, and people she despised. Maybe he was right. In a way. She did dispise things he said, or did. Hearing his voice snap her from her trance she looks over at him. When had he suddenly moved away from her, and cowered against the shelf? She starts to take a step toward him, seeing the blood. It was the right thing to do to make sure he wasn't the one bleeding. But she stops moving at his somewhat evil laugh. He was loosing it. She takes a deep breathe before straightening out her dress and taking a few more steps toward him, but she halts yet again at his word. She wasn't going to be afraid of him. No matter how much he seemed to enjoy it. Tightening her small fingers into a tight ball, she ignores him and his desperate looking eyes and instead kneels beside him. He was an insane mess. Shivering, and smelling of metalic. She would need something for him to clean up with. Maybe a towel, or a shirt. A towel would be easier to find. Standing up slowly, so she doesn't make sudden movements she runs out of the room to find a towel. There would either be one in a bathroom, or in one of the small 'nurses offices'. She finds one a few minutes later, inside of one of the bathroom. Finding her way back to the library doors, she notices that no guards or doctors were there yet. Perhaps the man Mason had attacked, hadn't found a person worth telling. Walking in, she bites her lip at Mason. He looked so pathetic. Walking up to him she drops the towel beside him then stands a few feet away.

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

[luminescence]

((I've never heard of the Offspring before but I'm liking them! Not his real name?!?! Yeah gee that helps...I know less about him now. No but don't tell me anymore. Maybe a hint or two every now and then but other then that I'll find out with Erin! Just like you'll find out with Kolby. No spoilers for you though cause I'm still working out kinks. What'd ya think his past's like? Just wondering...))

Erin Niker

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

Her eyes lifted towards the boy and away from the ant. She hadn't expected him to understand and just smiled at he closed his eyes, trying her technique out. There was some truth in what he said though but she couldn't exactly tell him things without spilling too much. She barely knew him and as of the moment she wondered if he could be trusted. When he suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at the wall Erin followed his gaze. The strange actions were helping but she couldn't hold that against him. He was odd like her and yet not at all like her. That was the thing about insanity, it had many different levels. "No. Maybe not but well, I don't know if this makes sense but I'm no longer here. In this world. I'm..." She just let her voice trail off and rested her head against the brick wall. He wouldn't understand and her constant rambling would just prove one thing. She was insane. I'm safe. She thinks to herself and is tempted to close her eyes. Even though the hurting doesn't always stop when she closed her eyes things disappeared. People were no longer there and even father sooner or later did pass out. By the time she opened her eyes things were over and she was safe. For a second she was tempted to close her eyes with the cool brick on her cheek but was too afraid. She had convinced herself that this boy wasn't real and was nothing more then a figment of her imagination. She was afraid if she opened her eyes he'd no longer be there and had grown somewhat used to his company, whether he be real or not. She did it all the time, talking to people that weren't really there. Her eyes lazily make their way to her leg where something was prickling and she realized it was the same ant crawling up. She didn't mind however and just smiled while listening to the boy talk about family. 'That's the thing about foster homes...no one stays long.' His words seem to trigger something and she can't help but let a bit of anger out. "You think real families stay together?" She asked in a cold tone. Her father, where exactly was he now? It didn't matter if he were in jail or out there looking for her. He wouldn't find her as long as she stayed here. "Yeah, I'll be 18 in a few weeks too...I guess." She muttered softly not wanted to take out all her anger on him. Birthdays. They were no longer important to her. Just another day with the same routine and if you were lucky some doctors decided to leave you alone. If you were lucky. "How long have you been locked in here exactly?" She asked only somewhat curious. She just wanted to change the subject before he did something stupid like wish her an earlier happy birthday. When you haven't exactly had any parties or the mention of those words could easily set off her temper.

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

He couldn't help but tense up as the girl decided to come closer instead of running off. Why was it she was so troublesome? Yet another thing that reminded him of his past and his squeezed his eyes shut to shot a flash back from happening. He didn't think he could take anymore...not right now. He can feel her in front of him while she kneels down and can feel the books sharped edges jabbing into his spine but that doesn't matter. He needed to get away from her and let out a sigh of relief when he hear footsteps taking off. Every slowly he looks up to see himself alone and relaxes ever so slightly before stretching out his legs and resting his head back. The shelves don't exactly make a comfortable head rest but it'll have to do. She's gone and that was all that mattered. When he felt a presence near by he peeked open an eye and frowned slightly she had come back. "When I said go I meant not to come back." He grumbled but thankfully picked up the towel before wiping the blood off his hands. He worked so hard on keeping his own blood off his clothes from the scars. Looking down at himself he didn't even bother to clean off his clothing and just wiped the sweat off his face. Strangely enough the punching had taken out most of his anger but usually when he did that it was to a punching bag, not a person. Tossing the bloody towel beside him he then looked up at the girl and her shocked expression. He wouldn't hurt her but maybe she'd be scared of him enough to back off. He could feel his sleeves had crawled up to his elbow to revel multiple scars. He'd usually pulled them down and clutch the ends to keep them from creeping up again but what was the point? She already knew and right now he was too tired to even do such a simple actions. That was the problem with keeping so many secrets and hiding things. They tired you out sooner of later. "What exactly are you doing here?" He asked curiously. Had some come because of the fight? She didn't look like the type to get herself into those type of situations though which made him wonder more why she was here. Even though he didn't say anything he was grateful for her coming in and stopping him in time. Things would've gotten real dirty real fast and he found himself looking down at his hands once more. He always thought he could never harm someone other then himself. It was funny how things suddenly changed and he wished the girl would leave him. He had just attacked someone and for all he knew she could be next. No. He'd fight to the very end before hurting her and if only they knew. Would it make a difference if he talked about it? He doubted it. Talking just resulted in more questions that he didn't feel like answering. He was stuck here for a while and after today things weren't going to get better soon. He suddenly stood up realizing that if he and the girl were found at the scene of the crime things wouldn't be looking too good. Without touching her he carefully guided her to one of the tables at the back. Did he plan on talking? Not really but a table was more comfortable to rest on.

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

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Yup, well at least it's something. The Offspring is an older band, but I love them. Hm...I got that it was about a girl. So I'm trying to think who the girl could be. I was thinking maybe his sister, or girlfriend possibly. Then maybe she got hurt and he was trying to protect her and ended up killing someone? I'm not sure. ))

Tate Klauss

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

He listens, alittle to intently to her words. Mostly trying to keep his mind off of a few things, and partly because she was a tad interesting. Though he supposed some of them would be crazy. As he stares at her, his posture and appearenss change in an instant. The cocky pose is striked, one leg spread out and the other bent up close to his chest. His arms wrap around this leg, and his head is held high, yet theres a slight tilt to it. His eyes droop, giving him a somewhat bored expression. "I guess it's different because whenever I close my eyes, I can't seem to escape the light. People view things differently though, ya know. Like I hate the dark, and like bright things better. Shiny crap like that. I get your whole escape the world thing though. Everyone feels that way sometimes, right?" Just by the way he talks, it's like he's a different person. It's not as conserved and educated, like when his glasses are on. His eyes turn back to the wall. He was sure he had heard something. Maybe the doctors had been slipping meds into his food when he wasn't looking. That was impossible though. His tastes were sharp, there had to be another explination. Something he was catching. He looks back at her now, and slight brow arched in question. Her tone, it seemed to stir some annoyance inside of him. She didn't have to get so huffy. "That's not what I said. I was just saying that foster familes are constantly changing." He tries not to let this sound rude. Parts of him hang onto the nice him, much like he's tightly gripping strings that attach to that side of him. Anything to make sure he didn't go off on this girl. Propping his chin up on a fist he closes his eyes again, he could imagine things better this way. The imagine of multiple tiny versions of him holding long ropes of smiles, helped. A small smirk appears now, and he opens his eyes again. "A week..I think." He tells her, his sparatic gaze now looking into her eyes. She had no doubt been here longer. Maybe months even. She seemed like she enjoyed being here though, even if certain things made her jump, or if she was becoming bored. He now just seemed to register that she said her birthday was coming up. Right...they had birthday's here. Funny. That seemed to have slipped his mind. He says nothing about her birthday though. What was he suppose to say? Happy Birthday, Hope you survive another day in hell. No, that might upset some people. And he didn't need someone to be upset, with him. That wouldn't help whatever goal he had here. Nor would it help him figure anything else with someone annoying him endlessly.

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.

She smiles then, when he told her what he meant by 'Go'. She figured as much, though she was never one to listen to him, now was she. She doesn't answer his question just yet though, and takes large steps as he leads her to the table. Giving her the appearence of someone trying to keep there balance on a small rope. Was she actually going to answer it? Probably not. Infact, hadn't she promised not to speak to him again. Maybe if she said less than five words, than he wouldn't count it as a point, for him hearing her talk. Taking a seat, she glances up at him only once. How humorus for her to be so calm around a man...boy with blood all on his clothing. Someone who almost killed someone if she hadn't stepped into stop him. Setting her elbow on the table, she rests her cheek into her open palm. As she makes random pictures with her finger on the table, she begins to talk to him. "I was passing by." Her voice is soft, but still easily heard. What was this...the third time she had talked to him. Ohh, a record. She looks up at him again, but doesn't meet his gaze. Of course he probably didn't understand how much of an accomplish this was. Six months, and she hadn't spoken a thing, now she just spoke her little heart out to this boy. Mason. How he got under her skin so much, she wasn't sure. But he did it. That was the only explination she could think of. She bites at her lip for a moment, before her dance teacher strikes a nerve in her memory again. Where had he been this whole time? Hadn't he cared that she was here? Safe yes, but also Lonely. Hadn't he cared at all, to at least come looking for her? A slow puff of air escapes her lips, and she looks back at the table. Mason would probably ask her what was wrong, though he already knows that she's quiet and scared sometimes. Wouldn't that be enough for him? Spreading her arms across the table, she examines her arms. They were thinner. So were her legs of course though. It's not like they fattened you up here, just she used to have muscle. From all that dancing, now she was wearing away. There were upsides to being here, but also those things that you wish would just stop. Or atleast cease to exist, so you could go on. Normally. She slides her arms back into her lap, looking up at him, and tapping her feet together. He had seemed like he wanted to lay on the table, he might get it smeared with blood, but there was no reason for her to stop him. If that's what made him comfortable, he should do it. Something about him being comfortable, makes her memory jump back to the scars on his arms. So she was right before. He did use that knife to cut himself. She didn't get that. Why heard himself to make things better? She doesn't point this out though, she wasn't one to accuse.

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

[luminescence]

((Ooo your so close but I won't say on which part. Your missing a few things here and there but all in due time my friend :3 ))

Erin Niker

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

Erin couldn't help but just stare at the boy for a while in disbelief. His attitude change was just part of that but how he seemed to almost understand was surreal. She couldn't stop herself as she poked his shoulder to just make sure he was there and slightly jumped at the solid impact. Okay so he was real and she had just made a fool of herself as she glanced away. She prayed he wouldn't think much of it before running her hand over her pants pocket to make sure her glasses were still there. For some reason she felt he might put his glasses back on if she had hers on. She couldn't help but wondered why he thought she'd slap him. She had never hurt anyone in her life before since she knew the pain. She didn't wish it upon anyone else. Looking up she watched yet another car make it's way in and followed the people you got out until they disappeared into the visitors center. Part of her had given up hope on someone coming for her a long time ago and yet some where inside there was still a little bit of hope. Just imagining, just wishing that she had family out there somewhere. There was a silence and it was only then she realized the boy had stopped talking. She had been listening but at the same time her mind was else were as she smiled at him. He reminded her of a new born baby before it started learning how messed up the world really was. She knew sooner or later he'd drop her like all the other new kids did but always did enjoy the first few weeks they hung out with her. People gossiped a lot though and when he found out about Kebira... "What happened to your real family? If you don't mind me asking." She plucked a dandelion as if she asked a causal question. So far the boy seemed pretty open unlike her and wondered how much to talk tell the boy. She had no shame when it came to showing bruises of her past or calling her father a 'drunken b*stard'. The thing she never talked about was the little demon inside of her because the second she did, she knew she was out of here. She'd be locked up and put in one of those straight jackets being told it was for the sake of her health. Yeah right.She thought to herself before running a hand through her blonde her. She was surprised to see a few rocks stuck in her palm from leaning back on them with too much pressure and dusted them off.

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 rested his head against the cool surface of the table and looked up at the girl. His head suddenly felt as though it weight a ton so he only moved his eyes. Such a strange girl... Was all he think and briefly closed his eyes. Images of the boy grabbing that girl's wrist popped into his mind and he felt growl ever so slightly. He never understood how someone could bring themselves to do such a thing. He supposed he himself had just done that but it was different in this case. "Justice." He founded himself muttering and shook his head slightly. He had lost control back there and all he could think of was what would happen if that happened again. What if he saw someone getting hurt and it was near the cameras or worse one of his doctors? Would he be able to hold back? He had thought he had his temper under control but now he just wasn't sure. The girl's soft voice had him awakening out of his thoughts and raised his up an inch. Even this small action took too much effort however and he just rested his head back down. He was tired but didn't have enough energy to move his legs which he feared were growing numb. He caught the girl staring at his scars and couldn't help but roll his eyes lightly. He waited for a lecture of some sort but when it didn't come he just stared at her with a bemused expression. So she wasn't going to tell? He wasn't too sure and at the same time he didn't want to ask her. This time he glanced over at her hands and was slightly shocked on how thin they were. It wasn't his place to say anything though and reached into his back pocket before tossing a candy bar at her. It wasn't much but he figured no one would resist some chocolaty covered goodness. He remembered reading something about how studies showed sweet things actually did make you feel better. The whole eating a tub of ice cream after a break up was unhealthy yes, but helped nonetheless. He wasn't too sure why he was trying to help the girl but seeing as he obviously didn't scare her, he figured a nice approach was next. However the boy wasn't used to 'mingling' with others. "Did you eat breakfast?" He asked while pulling out a book from behind him. It was a causal question and hopefully the girl didn't link it to how he noticed how thin she was. Him getting on her case about eating would be the same if she got on about him cutting himself wouldn't it? That was exactly what he was trying to avoid but so far she hadn't asked him anything about them yet. There was that strange action at dinner the next he tired taking the knife but it was expected. She didn't want him harming himself but it wasn't her place to say was it? It was something he never understood; why people could just mind their own damn business.

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

[Mittsu Returns]

(( xD Well At least I'm close. Ah, sorry I didn't reply yesterday. I was so out of it. My JROTC class is so tiring. ))

Tate Klauss

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

His eyes slowly, glide to his shoulder. Was there something there? She had poked so uncertainly that he wasn't exactly sure how to respond. Then her jump afterward, how odd. He looks at her again now, his eyebrows raising in slight question, but he bites his tongue so nothing comes out. He didn't need to ruin his nice streed, by her just doing an odd gesture. He figures it's not as strange as his hearing bangs against the wall anyway. Looking up at her, he begins to recall memories of his parents. It was like files in his brain, he could call upon them when he needed them. He only had a few notes on this particular subject though. He wasn't completely sure what happened to them himself, he was a young teen when it happened, but for some reason it was fuzzy. "Honestly, I think it had something to do with a drunk driver. Either that, or a gang shot them. I can't remember which. Sad, hmm?" It was funny how he didn't really ask her questions about herself. Though she had plenty of questions for him. For some reason he got the feeling that it was a touchy subject for her, that's why she asked so many about him. She maybe wanted to see what somone else's life was like. "Any other questions?" He asks, quite dully now. Any question she had, he was fine with answering. It wasn't like he had very drastic things...that he could remember anyway. He would just truthfully answer, unless of course her questions upset him. Then he would probably go off on her. No...he couldn't do that. He would slap himself actually if that happened. Controlling himself was the worst part about this. He could never seem to do it. The glasses were the only things that could, and even than part of himself would show through it. Would she really care if he yelled at her, just once? Sometimes it helped, for him to just randomly release his anger. No one was watching. He could let it out, and no one but her would see. He would loose her to talk to, but that might be a risk he's willing to take. Hopefully it wouldn't come to this. What was her problem with his glasses anyway? If only she knew how he was protecting her with them on, then she wouldn't find them so uncomfortable.

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.

She had to admit, she was surprised when the candy bar was magically being throw at her. And her clumsy hands almost miss it, she laughs softly and just holds it in her hands for awhile. She had always been clumsy, except while she was dancing. That always was the exception. When she was on the stage, all those klutzy features disappeared and she could do anything with no worry. She tries to ignore his strange looks, and rolling eyes. Even if she can still see if from her peripheral vision. Looking up from her hands, and to his face, she watches him for a moment. He really did like to read alot. Perhaps if they found out what he did, then he would have this priveledge taken away. "Thanks." Is the first thing she says, as she examines the chocoalte. It seemed good looking enough, tearing the wrapper off slowly she takes a small bite from it. Automatically her eyes light up and a very warm looking smile appears on her face. She hadn't had chocolate for awhile. At his next question, the smile cuts down to only a semi-happy appearence. It wasn't like she was anorexic, she ate. Not as much as she used to. They only fed you what you needed her, not to get you buffed up and ready to fight. "No, I forgot." She had forgotten about breakfast actually. The only thing on her mind this morning, was trying to forget what Mason had said before. Or at least calm her self down. Her eyes drift toward the door every so often. Where was that man? It was possible that he was to afraid to tell, or even that he found himself to egotistical to 'Tattle'. She had seen Mason's face, it was almost evil. Or at least the face of someone who liked to kill. It was frightening. He changed alot, like most of the people here. Almost like there were different sides of him. On the last bite of the bar, she almost seems sad to see it gone, but is still in high spirits none the less. Laying the wrapper on the table, she holds the side of her chair and kicks her legs slightly out. It always seemed to her, she might act like a child. If that was true, then it was probably just because it was the only way she could stay sane here. Child were innocent and so un used to the world, and most were safe..Most. This is how she always used to act outside of here as well though.

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

[luminescence]

((It's alright. What's JROTC stand for though?))

Erin Niker

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

She couldn't help but merely shrug when the boy told her about both his parents being dead. Did he want sympathy? She wasn't too sure but he still had a family so she thought he was alright. After the words drunk driver Erin found herself slightly tuning out and frowning slightly at the ground. Her father did a lot of that. Drinking and driving making her wonder if he ever ran someone over. In her opinion however death was much less painful then hours of gotten beaten because his drink had gotten too warm. In a way both she and her mother were imprisoned in her house. Her mother just got to escape life before Erin did. Tears were threatening to surface but she wasn't going to cry. Some nights were hard and she'd cry herself to sleep but not in front of people. Never. Even while she endured her father's many beating not one tear was shed till no one was looking. Why she was like this though she didn't even understand and turned back towards the boy. The way his voice sounded made her blink a few times at him. He sounded bored as her gaze instantly dropped to her lap. It wasn't as if she was forcing him to hang out with her and if anything it wouldn't hurt her feelings in the slightest bit if he walked away. It was just a matter of time till he ran out on her too. She no longer wanted to dwell on the past anymore and decides to change the topic. Part of her feared on what questions he might ask her in turn but she didn't owe him anything. She wasn't forcing him to tell her anything so he couldn't do anything to get her to talk. The past was always a mess but when explaining it she had no problem. If he asked she'd tell him about her drunk father and her own dead mother without shifting uncomfortably. It was Kebira she couldn't tell him about. That and the bruises. "So where do you plan on going when you get out?" She asked and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Really she was observing them though still waiting for the imaginary boy's features to waver.

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

It was almost automatically Mace closed his eyes an listened to her soft laugh. The first thing that came to mind was the sound of chimes dancing in the gentle summer breeze. Just barely there but something came to mind of course. He almost expected it to and wasn't caught that off guard by the actions she did so naturally. They're so alike and yet... He thought to himself before popping open his eyes to find her munching away on the chocolate bar. The sight made him smile softly before his face once again turn expressionless. Emotions were complicated things which is why he kept to himself most of the time. This girl however seemed to bring back pain. The type of pain that Mace didn't prefer as he scratched at his arms. Why was it no matter what he did the itch never stopped? He could feel the skin just waiting to be slit open once more as he quickly crack open the book. It was the only way to distract himself as he quickly got lost in it and all other thoughts evaporated. Just when he was about to turn the page though it dawned on him the girl was still there. Looking up to see her confirmed it. His gazed followed hers to the door and wondered for the thousandth time why she was still here. He wasn't going to chase her away anymore or at least not at the moment. He was exhausted and suddenly stood up. Being found at the scene of the crime would just link her in as well and he didn't want her getting in trouble. "We should go since you don't seem to be wanting to leave me." He teased lightly actually hoping that his words would have some effect on her. Didn't girls hate it when boy's teased them? Maybe she'd storm off but he got the feeling that wouldn't be happening. Placing the book back onto the shelf he pulled his sleeves down before clutching the ends tightly. The last thing he needed was for others to notice the markings all over his arms. He needed new clothes though as his long sleeves were getting shorter each and every weak. Not to mention his pants that were also several inches short but he didn't take much notice to see if others were watching him. Grabbing his sweater he quickly zipped it up before heading out and was sure the blood on his shirt couldn't be seen. The further he got away from this place the better and wondered if the girl would mind going for a stroll. There was still a great deal to talk about even if she didn't say much. He didn't mind actually and found the silence more comforting but there was some things that needed to be said. Such as going over about keeping things to oneself.

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

((Sorry if my posts are late though. My muse comes in bits and pieces everyday ))

[Mittsu Returns]

(( I stands for Junior Reserve Officers' Training Corps. Basically it's a military program in the high school. We have to wear uniforms sometimes and stuff. But the class is just teaching you leadership and all that stuff. I'm only in it to get into the ball. Oh and it's fine. I get that way too. ))

Tate Klauss

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

He has to think about her question for awhile. The best way he concentrated was to lay back and close his eyes. That's exactly what he does. Sprawled out at her feet, he lays his hands behind his head and lets his eyes fall. The light. Funny how he knew the light would always be there. At first it annoyed him. He wasn't used to sleeping with it so bright. Now it was comforting. It was something in his life he could always count on. Except of course when it does dissappear. He doesn't dwell on this thought though. What would he do when he left this hell hole? If they wouldn't tell him what happened to him, then he would find out for himself. Then he would go and make sure his family was alright but- Very instantanuous three people flash in his mind. It was more of a family portrait. In the front was a little girl with blonde pig tails. The taller women, also had blonde hair but it was darker. The Male, whom was the taller of the three had brown hair. Each of them had tan skin, and dark blue eyes. There clothes were professional, and expensive. It was something he had seen before. These three individuals. Except there was someone missing in the picture, like he had forgotten someone. There was an empty space behind the little girl. This image had freaked him outabit. And he sits up quickly his eyes opening slowly. He didn't remember them, or at least couldn't recall them. But the one who is missing, a boy...he believes is someone who he knew. Remembering her question, he looks up at her slowly. "Where ever I want. Or where ever I can find answers." Was he always this open about his personal life? No he probably wasn't. For some reason he feels the need to put his glasses back on. They always kept the strange images under control. Most of the time anyway. He doesn't put them on though. "So..I have a question for you now." He looks up at her, an insult just burning his tongue to escape. It would be easy to do it, but he doesn't. Instead his look turns serious and he bites his lip. "I'm still attractive, right?" He had to ask. Her opinion doesn't exactly matter to him, but something made him want to ask. When he got out of here he planned on doing some serious women searching.

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.

She gives a short gasp as his comment. Was that suppose to be a joke? It wasn't very funny at all. Crossing her arms, she stands slowly. Her legs push the chair back some and she steps after him. Her cheeks fill with abit of air, the usually way she looks when offended, or annoyed. After walking after him, and keeping this appearence for awhile, she actually does begin to smile. He actually was somewhat correct. He was..different. Or at least more interesting than most everyone here. His personallity changed so oftn though that it was slightly overwhelming. Nonetheless, she did want to stay for just alittle while longer. Even if he did get under her skin and get her blood boiling, she could ignore most of it. She walks close behing him now, he walked fast so quick steps were the only way to keep up with him. Though that was understandable since he did just beat someone up. Unconsiously her gaze wonders to his back. Everyone had a story here. Even if it wasn't a very big one. Something got a certain person here, and they were all big parts of who that person was. It was an important, or even unnecessary part of them. Part of her wondered what his was. He hid it so well, except of course when he lost it back there. That was the only part of how he really was that she was able to catch a glimpse of. Realizing that she is stareing she then turns her head so she can look at the wall. She didn't expect him to say a thing about it. Infact, she should be terrified that he'll take her somewhere just to threaten her not to tell. Which was likely. He seemed like the type to do that. Her eyes flutter close, as her thoughts increase. Though can any one really help but be curious of others? That might even be why some people become injured or a death occurs. Her eyes are now open and she sees that she's riding his heels. Slowing her pace, she says a soft sorry since she actually stepped on him then continues like this. After a quick take of silence, she clears her throat somewhat then looks up at the ceiling. "Are we just wandering?" She asks, since they had been walking for awhile now, with no destination clarified. Sometimes these types of walks were fun though. When you had somewhere inparticular that you were going then there was no surprise to it. Yet if you just took a stroll then it was exciting to find out where you could end up. Even if there weren't many interesting places here, it was still fun.

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

[luminescence]

((Ahhh okay! I think angry Tate is very interesting. He's not going to snap at Erin though is he? I'm sure that'll just scare her off and bring back memories of her father and such. Ooo maybe he could snap at her when they actually start liking each other or something. Drama, gotta love it.))

Erin Niker

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

She supposed they all deserved to be locked up seeing the way the boy was now acting. The laying down was fine but he sat up so fast Erin felt slightly disturbed. It was almost as if had seen something or remembered something and just when she was about to open her mouth to ask, he spoke. The 7 words instantly made her tense even though she thought it'd be alright to answer some of his questions. She had asked so much of him though and she wasn't too sure if she'd like to answer his. His question however took her by surprise and she couldn't help but just stare at him for a while. How was she suppose to answer? She didn't want to offend him but at the same time she never really did look at guys that way. It was almost as if she still believed they had cooties and avoided them as much as possible. She had felt like this towards them ever since she were eight and so she didn't know. She never actually 'gushed' over a guy like normal girls did but at the same time she was relived by his question. It wasn't that bad to answer as she took out her glasses and pushed them up as if inspecting him. "I don't know." She laughed softly and took in the boy's dark hair. Her eyes finally locked on his vibrant green ones and she couldn't help but smile. "You're asking the wrong girl here but I suppose." She shrugged slightly before putting her glasses away. All her bones suddenly felt stiff as she stood up for a stretch. Instantly numerous cracking sounds were heard as she raised her hands well over her head to crack her back as well. Some times all it took was a good stretch to let things out but winced slightly when pulling her arm across. It was an old bruise on her shoulder but it was still painful as she tried to cover up her pain. Luckily, most her bruise were covered by clothing or even make up. She hated it when people stared and could practically feel the pity. If anything she just wanted to be normal but it was safe to say the goal was out of reach. "What do you mean answers?" She asked curiously while leaning against the wall and looking down at him.

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

He smiled softly at her reaction but didn't turn around or slow down. He wasn't too sure how to answer her question and merely shrugged. Where was he going? It was like something was controlling him and showing him exactly where to 'hide out' and he feared he was losing himself again. If he was he didn't want to be anywhere near this girl when it happened. He didn't want to hurt her. When she stepped on his feet however he couldn't stop a soft chuckle from escaping and just shook his head slightly as if to say 'No worries'. Stepping outside Mace just let the wind hit his face for a while. It felt good but he soon began walking again as if there was somewhere he needed to be. It was silly but it was a strange impulse that couldn't be ignored and so he followed it. He barely glanced at the two people there. He recognized both of them but knew neither of their names. The boy lying down, well he probably had some classes with them but Mace didn't stay to chat. He was no longer aware if the girl was following him still and wondered why she was. Did she want to speak with him as well? "Perhaps. Sometimes you just have to walk it off." He muttered but the scene was still fresh in his mind. Even though he was trying to forget it there was a part of him that would never forget what he had done. He wondered if the boy even knew his name and how much troubled he'd get in. All of a sudden he just slumped against one of the trees and groaned while buried his face in his hands. "I screwed up, didn't I?" He mumbled but didn't need the girl to confirm what he already knew. He tried to look up at the girl but the sun blinded him and so he just kept his eyes on the ground in front of him. How was it that other guys could threaten others into keeping their mouths shut but he couldn't? He doubted that even this girl was afraid of him and for some reason that made him angry. If only she knew how messed up his past was and how much of it made the mask he wore all the time. He scoffed slightly at the thought of telling her these things and just rested his head back against the tree. "Aside from all that though, why are you so prescient on unraveling me?" He asked but wasn't too sure if what he said made much sense. He couldn't think of any other way to word it and just left it at that. What he was really wondering was what the girl's past was like. She seemed more normal then the others he had met here and the only thing odd about her was that she didn't talk much. However being shy probably wasn't the reason she was locked up in here and he bit his tongue to keep from asking.

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

[Mittsu Returns]

(( Yea, he's a jerk. I do like nice Tate better though. No, I might make him like insult her or something later, but he won't yell or anything. I can't let him be nice all the time. He can snap once they like each other. Same for Mace. He can go off on Kolby later. ))

Tate Klauss

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

He gives a small shrug at her answers, but his face is of a small smirk. Even if he didn't care about her opinion or that her hair was slowly starting to irritate him. Just the fact that others said good things about him was well enough for him. Plus it made his ego rise even more. Her question makes him stare at her for a good long time. What was with her a prying into others lives? He got the feeling that if he asked her anything besides things about him, she wouldn't answer. Before he does answer her question, he stops when he hears footsteps going past them. The first thing he notices is how odd the male of the two was walking. So quickly... Almost like he was being chased. Which was highly doubted, the only people who did that here was the workers, and that was only if you did something wrong. The next thing he notices is of the girl following him. She was fairly pretty. Actually one of the best looking girls that were here. But there was something wrong with her obviously. Plus her model like eyebrows annoyed him. It looked like someone who was trying to be perfect. That annoyed him even more than some ugly girl hitting on him. Once done with the rant inside of his head he turns back to look at Erin. Oh Erin, his strange little mental hospital pal.Wiggling his but comfortably against the ground he begins to answer her question. "Honestly?" Now he remembered. Bits and pieces. He's always been honest, cruely honest usually. "Well I have no clue why I'm here. No one will tell him. So I've been trying to find out. But no one will tell me. So instead I've just been acting good. Then I can show them that they made a mistake and I don't belong here. Once that happened maybe they'll tell me. I guess there whole thing of not explaining, is because they want me to remmeber. I don't." He gives a curt nod before, leaning his back against the same wall that she's against. "That's probably why I don't mind answering questions, Since if anyone asks me why I'm here, I can answer with I don't know." He does look up at her after this. His statement would probably only prolong her questions.

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.

She can't help but simply watch him after he slumps against the tree. He looked quite pathetic, and just overall depressed. She takes a few steps closer to him, and gives a half-hearted smile with a shrug. He didn't need her telling him something that he already knew. It was alright that he snapped, sometimes it just happened. Much like pitbulls. People feared them, but it really wasn't there fault. Something in there head was just slightly screwy, and it wasn't their fault. As the soft wind picks up she has to hold her dress down with one hand so it doesn't pick up and reveal everything to the people outside. Propping a hand up at her forehead she squints her eyes so she can scan the area. Just a few workers, manly on one side. Her face turns up in confusion at his question, and her brow raises. So no one who worked here saw her talk, she goes to the side of the tree, her shoulder almost touches his actually, but she makes sure it's a small distance from him. Sliding down the tree, she sits there with her legs closely pinned to her chest and her arms around them. No one was infront of her so she was sure that they couldn't see up the dress. The sun wasn't in her eyes anymore either, that was another upside. For some reason it seemed to her that this question wasn't the one he had wanted to ask, but she says nothing about this. "Unraveling?" She asks, still slightly intrigued by his chose of words. "That's how it feels?" She questions, glancing at his leg from the corner of her eye. "I'm not...." She insists sutely, resting her cheek on her knee. Why would he think that? Is that how she came across? In no way was she trying to unravel him. It seems like he just really doesn't want anyone to get close to him, or talk to him. He was probably still fuming over her witnessing his slight blow up. "What do you mean?" She asks, her third question now. Fourth sentence. Her order of questions probably made no sense, but he probably understood. She had talken quite alot in just a few minutes. Maybe she was right the first time. That he took her out here to quietly threaten her, though he probably got by now that she was in no way going to let him frighten her. The only reasons she could find that she was still with him, was because he was interesting, and that he reminded her of so many different people. The closest thing she's had to home for awhile.

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

[luminescence]

((Haha no I supposed not which is why I forced the glasses off of him. Besides steady relationships are boring or at least I think they are. I like adding a lot of twists though. I don't exactly want Mace to snap but he'll probably have be rude to her because of his past. Just wondering what gender are you more used to Rping?))

Erin Niker

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

The way he stared at her instantly made her regret asking so many questions and broke away from his gaze. If he didn't want to answer them then he didn't have to as she quietly listened to his answer. She tensed slightly at his closeness and closed her eyes briefly. Why did he have to move from his spot and always come so close? Normal people might be okay with it and not take much to notice but she did. She was slowly beginning to get used to his presence however and fluttered her eyes open. "Must be nice not knowing your past. Kinda like a clean slate. I know there are some things I'd rather forget about." She says softly before looking at him and looking away. It was almost as if she was saying 'ask away' since she didn't want him to get upset for asking so many questions about his life. She couldn't help but be curious as she moved some of her tangled bangs out of her eyes so she could stare up at the clouds. It was something she always loved to do as a child and try to make shapes out of them. Recently however she was starting to see more disturbing figures and faces but none at the moment. She made out a genie and smiled at the thought. 3 wishes. What would she wish for? The sudden thought however has her looking back down at the boy and smiling slightly. "What would you wish for? If say you were given 3 wishes and your not allowed more wishes." She asked curiously and hoped the question was alright for the boy. It didn't seem personal but more so something friends could talk about. Were they friends? Well Erin still believed the boy wasn't real and so he was her imaginary weird friend. She was still expecting one of the doctors to come over to her and ask who was talking to. He made good company for the time being though.

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

For some reason he didn't like the fact the girl seemed so relaxed around him. It was abnormal since he had just attacked another patient but he didn't say anything. What was he supposed to say? Fear me? He wasn't too sure if he should give up on his tough guy charade so soon. It worked a bit and the fact he had just hurt someone should have helped the cause right? And yet she seemed pretty much at peace with her cheek rested on her knee and sitting down beside him. She was so close that he could almost smell her shampoo and it was only then did he shifted over a bit. There weren't many guards around and he didn't need his doctors jumping to conclusions if they found them sitting so close together. Just because he talked to her at dinner he was suddenly deemed her best friend and now he couldn't get rid of her. The girl reminded him somewhat of a lost puppy with no where else to go as he smiled at the thought. Stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his arms behind his head he then slowly closes his eyes. It was weird that he was becoming used to the girl and wondered if it was a good thing or bad thing. Most likely bad thing. "Wow that must be some record. I think that's the most I've heard you say all day."He tells her while keeping his eyes closed but a small smile was quirking it's way onto his lips. He sighed softly and wasn't too sure how to explain anything to the girl. Why did he have to explain anyways? Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Instead of asking all this he decided to stick to answering her questions. "What I mean is you haven't left me alone since dinner that night." He finally gets the words out but hates the way the come out so harsh. "Sorry it's just..." His voice trailed off as he frowned slightly. Did he just apologize? It was safe to say that his tough guy act was ruined and for some reason that made him more frustrated with this girl. Who would've thought such a girl would cause him so much trouble. "I'm not exactly the type of person you should befriend." He says quietly and finally opens his eyes to see the girl's expression. He was strangely hoping she's laugh at him for even suggesting the could be friends. He would be more pleased then annoyed if she did actually.

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