The Asylum [Accepting!]

[SHINY!]

Jonathan turned to Maybe again, "hey, wanna go somewhere else? This is getting a bit crowded - it's not that I don't like crowds, but most people does something that makes my OCD's perk up," he explained, grabbing his coffee cup.

(('s okay :]))

"Um... sure" Maybe wrote, finishing her coffee. She wasn't used to making friends. It had been years since she had any. As she got got up she scribled down randomly, " Do you think there's anyone here who will like tutor me? "

[Arsenic]

Zane hit the ground with a yelp. "Watch where you're going!" he said to the girl with a slight edge to his voice. Grunting he got back up and brushed the dirt from his clothes, "What's the hurry anyway?"

[babybuggy]

~Cayenne Primrose Eilistraee~

"Sorry," I muttered, offering Zane a hand. "And watch where you're going!" I honestly thought that the longer you were at the asylum, the more respect you deserved, and I had never seen Zane before.

[Arsenic]

Zane yawned and stared at the girl, "No, I'm sorry... I'm Zane by the way, never seen ya before..." Glancing behind him he looked for the shadowy creatures that would most likely be following him by now.

[babybuggy]

~Cayenne Primrose Eilistraee~

"I'm Cayenne," I said. "And I've never seen you around either...how long have you been here?" I asked, shaking slightly as a memory from the dream came back.

[Arsenic]

Zane shuddered as the creatures began creeping down the hall. Turning to Cayenne he replied, "I've been here about two months. You?"

[-:skylark:-]

((When's dinner, or when is the next time all the asylum members gather?))

Hal shook off a shuddery feeling, and she peeked around the door to make sure nobody was there. She heard talking down the hall, so she turned the other direction and began walking.
((I think I might add another level to her mental problems so that she doesn't have to be SO pulled back from the others))

[00000000]

"Well, the doctors are really helpful, maybe they want to do it? But they are pretty busy, so I could help you. I'm not the smartest around here, but I'll try my best," Jonathan offered, smiling in a friendly manner. He then drank a bit from his cup, "just tell me what you need help to."

[Wileyfangs]

Vixen nodded at Jess before she turned towards the door. "Well I'm going to see if I can find my way to my own cell," she said. and then shook her head. "Or maybe not," she growled as the guards began approaching her. She hissed and then her tail fluffed up and there was no longer a teenager sitting there but a red tabby cat with green eyes. "Oh great! Thanks so much retards!" she yowled before she ran out of the cafeteria. The guards sat there looking confused.

[kitten;]

Chuckling, Jess watched the cat leave and realizing she was now alone, Jess sighed and looked down at the table. Various pictures were drawn there, and some responses to those pictures--like an art critic had come aong with a pen, and decided to critique the inmates' artwork. Some of the picture were very well drawn, and she wondered who drew them. Jess started absent-mindedly tracing the figures with her finger, her mind trailing in all different directions.