Call Me Crazy? (Semi-Lit & Asylum RP)[Accepting]

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica chuckled and nodded, she did rather didn't she. She leaned into Antonio as he wrapped and arm around her. She nodded again. "Sure, I don't have much though, just my clothes and toiletries and a few books. Oh an my drawing stuff." She told him. It wouldn't take them much to move her things out really. "Come on then before the food gets cold alright?"

[Poison Reaper]

Chad huffed. He closed his eyes, and thought for a moment that this is what he would see if he wasblind. Nothing. He turned to Nite. "If I thought really hard, would be able to see me?" He asked, a tiny bit of subject. It would be inbreeding to freer what the mind could advice by thought. "Or if I thought really hard about our surroundings, would you be able to see them?" He wondered out loud. All of a sudden, he wanted to help her 'see'the world.

[~Erica~]

Selenite

Nite chuckled. "You um don't have to think hard, you can think soft too." she teased and then thought about it for a moment. "Maybe, if you think what you look like to me, like eye color and hair color and length and I could build a mental picture maybe... then again colors wouldn't help since I don't... don't really know what they look like." She smiled wryly at him and flicked her silvery hair over one shoulder. Being born blind was such a drag. "We could try though."

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio smiled, taking her hand and heading down the hall, he knew basically where Erica's room was, they didn't go down to her's very often. "I'm going to become a human pack mule aren't I?" He said shaking his head. He doubted she had that much, but it was still something to tease her with. "You draw?" he added, catching her last statement, he was a terrible artist, you wouldn't be able to tell his flowers from a toothbrush.

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica giggled at his joke and nodded her agreement. "Yes you are." She replied with a smile. What had happened earlier was now forgotten and she was relaxed and normal. She nodded again. "Yes I like to draw, but I'm not very good." She told Antonio with a modest smile. She was in truth quite talented but was never able to develope her skills much. She let go of his hand and opened her door, heading in.

[PapaRoachFan]

Cheyenne slowly got up and began to pace her room, mumbling to herself about having to get out. "What can I do?" She repeated over and over. She couldn't help but begin to break down, the memories flooding into her again, causing tears to flow down her cheeks. She slammed her door and hid in a corner. She rocked back and forth as she mumbled even more to herself. "I-I gotta get out.... Gotta finish him so he c-can't do it to anyone else?" She muttered, her hands tightly wound in her hair as she ha her hands on the sides of her head.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

.:Antonio Wing:.

Antonio walked in after her, looking around the room, it was identical to his, just a different color scheme and personal objects. "I bet you're an amazing artist you're just to modest to admit it." he said with a little grin. Erica was amazing, no matter what she did, no matter what everyone else thought she was still perfect to him. "So what do you want me to drag out first?" he said, looking around the room blankly.

[~Erica~]

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Erica smiled warmly at Antonio and then grinned and nodded. "Well... ya." she admitted finally. "I'll show it to you when we get back to your room alright?" she replied heading into the bathroom to get her toiletries gathered up. "Just put everything on the blue blanket that's on my bed. The blanket is mine from home..." That had been a test of Smileys on her, of course she hadn't freaked out. It was more like she'd dove for the blanket and refused to let go of it for about a week.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Accepted!))

.:Antonio Wing:.

"Alright." Antonio said, opening the blue blanket onto the bed and put a couple things on it. He wasn't exactly sure of all the things she wanted to bring, he grabbed a couple pictures, the books she had mentioned. Books were easily allowed into the asylum, they could only suggest things, there were no pictures to frighten anyone. He set them onto the pile as well. He'd probably have to shove their dinner back in the microwave after they got all this back.

[~Erica~]

Erica

Erica gathered up her few bathroom items and brought them out, blushing slightly at a few things and set them down. She grabbed her few clothes and set them on top and her drawings were the last. Her pile of personal items was small, very small. Then again even when she had been home it had never been very big. Erica was not a material person at all. "Alright that's all of it. Here if you could grab those two corners I'll take these two and we can head to your room?" she suggested to him.

(thanks, I'll start him in a bit)