Calypso I Female I 16 I Human I Room 326 I Tags: Cole
He didn't do anything for awhile. Though, he eventually gave up, straying his aim from me. Nobody knows, do they? There are all sorts of strange faces here. I don't dare talk to anyone else. They all seem content anyway... I'm still in my jumpsuit. The baggy navy clothes fit loosely around my body. Grey stripes line the stitching of them, the only other colouring on them being the white blocky letters displaying my number. He introduces himself. Seraph? Strange. I've never heard that one. Well, I haven't heard many names. Maybe ten at the most. "I'm P-te- I cut myself off. Well that's not my name. It's my identification number. What you're supposed to give when a stranger asks for your name. These people don't seem to have them... It might be strange. Instead of continuing, I backtrack, learning my throat and stammering out in a quick, but quiet way, "Er- I'm.. Uh- Calypso. Sorry." I'm stupid. Maybe not stupid. Incompetent in this area. Definitely. I feel the blood rush up my neck. My face is probably in the very least a coral colour by this point. I swallow hard, attempting to suppress the cardinal that threatens the tranquility of my pale face.