Realistic or Modern curdled ; a psych ward rp [OPEN]

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

When Dan joined the line, he felt someone's eyes on him, purposely. As he was the last to join the line, there couldn't be anyone behind him that was accidentally staring at him. Which meant that someone was judging him, obviously.

He looked around the white covered area for any sign of watching eyes, when he noticed this pretty small boy- looked maybe in his younger teen years, staring right back at him. Was he staring because Dan was new? That was probably a likely case, but Dan's thoughts were going at a high speed. All of the thoughts being along the lines of the unknown boy already hating him, judging him, mentally bullying him even though Dan had never spoken a word to him.

Dan was eventually at the front of the line and given a small paper cup that had two pills in it- Lexapro and Melatonin. He was pretty certain that everyone in the ward was given the latter, but he could be wrong.

mentions:
Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

location: TV room -> cafeteria
mentions: Evan Parker ( TF81 )

"Right you are." Ernst said, disguising a dejected sigh with a more than genuine smile. Evan was an odd sort, but they'd been friends for a long time. Food, however, was not Ernst's friend, and he had little intention of eating if it weren't mandatory (which, unfortunately, it was now). The hospital experience had its perks, like not having to work and being relatively safe, but by being here you relinquished a good portion of your autonomy. The schedule, and the rules, were non-negotiable. He slid off the couch, standing up to his full height of 5'8. Not unusually tall, but respectable, and his long legs made him appear taller anyhow. He met Evan by the door, gently pushing it open and holding it. "After you."

Kyle Fiddler

location: hallway (medicine station)
mentions: Dan Belle ( crossofjesus )

Kyle, very much not thinking about what he was doing, quickly found himself in a line of sorts. Snapped out of his tangled snare of a thought train, he stumbled forward slightly to stop himself. The smaller boy hissed through his teeth in disgust, eyes darting around warily despite one of them twitching exaggeratedly at random intervals. He hated lines. The people in front never moved right, the people in back show to close and breathed down his neck... It was a vile sort of sensory experience. But, besides that... had he really followed this new guy all the way to the nurse's station?

!!!

In a flash, a lightbulb went off in Kyle's head. This is where he was going this morning, that is, before he forgot and spent 15 minutes wandering around the hall. He laughed out loud to himself, tugging at his hair excitedly. He had to give it to the new kid, somehow, even though he'd just been conspicuously stalking him this whole time. Kyle, always a superstitious soul, couldn't help but wonder where else this new kid would lead him to...
"Kyle! Pay attention!"
The sharp sound of snapping fingers brought Kyle back to reality. He flinched, instinctively ducking his head before risking a glance back up at the nurse, who held out a paper cup holding two small pink tablets and one larger, circular white one. Aripiprazole, trazodone. An antipsychotic and a serotonin antagonist. Kyle could barely take take the cup properly, what with his hands having a mind of their own. There were more important matters at hand... like getting the He ll out of this line.
​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: TV Room -> Cafeteria
Mentioned: Chimney Swift

Evan thanked Ernst for opening & holding the door for him. Putting the locket back into his pocket, He walked in & out the room a total of 5 times Evan followed Ernst's lead to the Cafeteria. trying to shake the memories of him hearing the news of his mother's & Girlfriend's deaths. A few tears started to form in his eyes. He saw that Ernst was looking at him. so he turned his head & wiped the tears away with very little success. He stopped & began to speak "Hey Ernst, You go on ahead to the cafeteria. I gotta go take my medication & I need my Glasses." Evan stated while trying to convey a smile.

 

[rivie]

no slide

[/CENTER

 

[xXSunnyXx]

Quinn Woods
Location: hallway-->cafeteria
Interaction:Aoba Seragaki

Sue shrugged "sure why not" she agreed with a smile, due to a bit of a slightest night her pace was slowed a bit naturally which easily enabled her to easily match his pace. she looked forward to the bitter -but helpful- coffee they served here, it always helped her not feel tired during the day so she drank it whenever she could. "so Aoba, why are you here of all places?" she asked casually as she walked

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

TW: minor mentions of self harm cuts (no self harm actually done)

Dan made his way away from the medicine station. And that weird kid. But who was he to judge? Dan himself had basically paper on his body, with a gauze patched on his wrist. He hadn’t tried to kill himself that way, but the wound had gotten too big and had gotten infected. It was pretty gross and Dan was thankful for the gauze.

He wrapped his arms around himself as he walked into the cafeteria. He thought that at least a nurse or something could spare him a jacket, but he probably wouldn’t bother asking as he knew they’d say no. If only his parents could hurry up with his normal clothes so he can feel normal. Or as normal as he could feel. Nevertheless, he grabbed himself a plate and scooped two pieces of bacon and some scrambled eggs. At least the food was good, but not as good as back home. He wish he was back home. Being here was overwhelming and he felt like a psycho or something.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile friendly

TW: minor mentions of self harm cuts (no self harm actually done)

Dan made his way away from the medicine station. And that weird kid. But who was he to judge? Dan himself had basically paper on his body, with a gauze patched on his wrist. He hadn’t tried to kill himself that way, but the wound had gotten too big and had gotten infected. It was pretty gross and Dan was thankful for the gauze.

He wrapped his arms around himself as he walked into the cafeteria. He thought that at least a nurse or something could spare him a jacket, but he probably wouldn’t bother asking as he knew they’d say no. If only his parents could hurry up with his normal clothes so he can feel normal. Or as normal as he could feel. Nevertheless, he grabbed himself a plate and scooped two pieces of bacon and some scrambled eggs. At least the food was good, but not as good as back home. He wish he was back home. Being here was overwhelming and he felt like a psycho or something.

Location: Cafeteria
Interactions: Kyle (?) Chimney Swift

 

[Raizel]

Aoba Seragaki
Location: hallway —-> cafeteria
Interaction: xXSunnyXx Quinn Woods

He often threw tantrums of sorts when his own food was not ready and prepared... one of his first few days here, he had to be put into a troubling lockdown of sorts after attempting to stab a cook, with a spoon since he wasn’t permitted forks at the time, because they tried to get him to eat their unhealthy, Calgary packed gruel! “A lot of reasons, mostly being a danger to others. Yourself?”

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel


location: Cafeteria
mentions:

Evan seemed to be having some emotional difficulty, and asked Ernst to continue on by himself. Athough Ernst felt a bit bad at the prospect, he was slightly relieved to get away from the conversation. Besides, eating alone meant that others were less likely to comment on your choices.
The walk to the cafeteria was a slow one, and one Ernst had grown to dislike. There was nothing good about that room. The smell of food, the sounds of conversation, and of course the expectation of compliance. Ernst thought it was all unspeakably repulsive.
He helped himself to a small serving of eggs, and sat down at a vacant table, mentally preparing himself for the task of choking them down. He separated the food on his plate into several small bites, spreading it out as of he thought that would somehow make it more appetizing. It didn't.
Ernst took in a deep, shaky sigh of defeat and swallowed down the first piece, looking around at the few others who had started to file in or were there before him. Most sat together, chatting idly, but more than a few sat alone. Of the conversations Ernst could hear, most were fairly boring, normal fare, so he didn't try very hard to listen in and instead focused on the unpleasant task in front of him.


Kyle Fiddler


location: Cafeteria
mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

No matter how long he'd been taking them, Kyle was still really bad at taking pills. It took 2 glasses of water, an extensive coughing fit and an angry stare from the nurse to get them down, but afterwards he was free to go get food. Kyle made his way downstairs, his hand hovering slightly above the raining instead of touching it properly, descending each step quickly and methodically. If you touch the railing, you forget something, usually something important. And if you argue Kyle on this, be prepared for the long-winded anecdotal explanation of a lifetime.

While Kyle had the prerogative to skip food if he wanted to, he almost always wanted it. Today was no exception. He took a few pieces of bacon and toast, and a glass of juice, quietly taking a seat at the nearest table, with the new kid. He didn't ask or anything, but he didn't anticipate it would be a problem. He wanted to know more about this new kid, and besides, Kyle never got to talk to anyone. Maybe it was because he was younger than most, or maybe because he was twitchy and impulsive, but Kyle had a hard time making friends.​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway -> Assigned Room
Mentions: None

Evan entered his room and grabbed his glasses off his desk, They had clipped-on shades. Evan had these clip-on shades put on his glasses to help relieve him of his social anxiety, Without them on. He would start to shake & become mute whenever he had to speak to someone face-to-face or in a group. Except for people he's close to or if he had to something physical, Like hug someone, He would do it slowly & awkwardly. He also grabbed his Lunch-bag, It had his breakfast in a small plastic container & a Thermos, He reluctantly finished his 7 walks in & out of his room. He finally made to the hallway again. He proceeded to go to the medicine station.

Evan Parker
Location: Medicine Station
Mentions: None

Evan was handed his medication, 2 Anti-Depressant tablets Sertraline (Zoloft) for his OCD & Depression, And Paroxetine (Paxil) for his Social Anxiety. The nurse was staring daggers at him, silently instructing him to down the tablets. He did so begrudgingly & washed it down with some Orange Juice. He walked out of the medication station & made it to the cafeteria.

Evan Parker
Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: None (Come say hello if you want to)

Evan entered the cafeteria, He assumed Ernst wasn't up for his company. So he decided to sit by himself. He had his own breakfast with him. A sandwich & some milk.

 

[rivie]

HAZEL HADLEY

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Chimney Swift
Trigger warning! Self harm mention!

Hazel awoke in her cold room. Her veins were hooked up to an IV chord, she felt a small stinging in her fragile arm. She felt the presence of eyes burning into her soul. Her heart began to pace in her chest. Her breath became slow and heavy. She felt like she was being scrutinized, judged from every angle.

Her eyes bounced up and she noticed a tall man standing at the foot of her bed. Her palms began to sweat. She was pushing back tears.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Cried a hysterical Hazel as she flailed her arms, wildly, pulling the chords from her veins. This caused her to feel a deep pain in her entire arm, shocking through. She yelped.

"Please, Hazel, calm down." The man said with a calm, relaxed tone. This invoked more panic in the twig of a girl.

"She's done, free to go. Tests complete." Another man added, shrugging.

Hazel pushed herself out of the slab-like bed. She hunched her back over, her face still covered in paint, and slumped out of her room. She began to make her way to the cafeteria, hoping to get in some social interaction. She had arrived last month and been feeling quite lonely.

She stared at the clean, alabaster walls. The sterile, glass doors. The figures walking among her, like ghosts. They were quiet and let out an aura which could simply be described as warn out. Often, she found herself wondering what they had done to get sent here. For some, it was obvious. She could see faded marks on their arms. She could see skeletal frames which moved so slow. Some people were more difficult to read. She saw paranoid expressions, fierce looks, nervous mumbling, something was wrong. She wasn't always sure what.

When she reached the warm, welcoming cafeteria, she could smell warm bread, lemonade, and medications. She didn't particularly like these things but in this time, their scents calmed her down. She placed one bony hand on the door knob and walked in.

She noticed a tall boy with bright, ginger hair sitting alone. He was thin and had a bit of a somber expression. She felt a bit drawn to him and decided to introduce herself.

"Hi. I'm Hazel, mind if I sit here?" She asked as she noticed him cutting his food into smaller portions. The sight relaxed her, a fellow anorexia patient wouldn't judge her for not eating.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

location: Cafeteria
mentions:Hazel Hadley ( rivie )

A tentactive voice caught Ernst's attention, prompting him to look up from his strategically dissected breakfast. A girl, his own age or thereabouts, stood over the table. With her ghostly thin frame, she bore a strange similarity to Ernst. She still wore her hospital scrubs, so she must be new, perhaps out of her depth. He glanced back down at the eggs and decided in a split instant that they could wait.

He smiled cordially, though he averted his gaze. "Oh, I don't mind at all. Please sit down, anywhere you like." He said, almost cheerily. Maybe if the staff thought he was making 'connections', they would turn a blind eye to his barely-touched food. Well... That wasn't entirely the only reason he was agreeing to company. Though it was odd of Ernst to even think such a thing, he had a good impression of this girl. She reminded him a good bit of himself when he was still new to this "recovery" business. He almost admired her for being able to approach a stranger like this. "I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new to Westhoven? What's your name?"​

 

[rivie]

HAZEL HADLEY

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Chimney Swift

Hazel offered a thankful grin to the pale boy.

"I'm Hazel. What's your name?" Hazel introduced herself, she was excited to talk to someone. She hadn't communicated with someone her age in so long. Although, she never did have many friends, it kind of felt shitty to be an outsider.

"An', yeah. I just got here." She remarked as she began to absent-mindedly braid a coil of tangerine hair. After she realized that she hadn't any hair ties, as they weren't allowed any at Westhoven, she pushed the braid behind her ears. She looked down at her hands and noticed that her nails had dried crimson on them. She decided that that must have happened when she ripped the chord from her skin.

She took a moment to assess the boy's history. Hoping that they would have more similarities other than ginger hair and what looks to be a distaste for food. He had a bit of a nervous appearance to him, in her opinion. Especially around the eyes, which she noticed were a caved and shadowed from what looked to be lack of sleep. Her best guess was anxiety or depression, he wasn't an easy read.

"Where can I get some water around here?" Hazel thought out loud as she began to bite at her cheek to resist the urge to get something to eat.

 

[xXSunnyXx]

She didn't meet Aoba's eyes "Bad violent outbursts and im an insomniac"she admits, unsure if that is all she has, but thats all that was detected in the multiple phyc evaluations she was forced to take. she looked down at her 'food' and began useing her silverwear to pick at her food with no real intention of eating.

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

His eyes shifted over to the boy who was staring at him before. He didn't seem too harmless to Dan, but he still didn't try to instigate any sort of conversation. Not to be rude, he was simply just tired and wanted to get back to his room quickly. He didn't seem to be doing a good job at that though, as he kept picking at the stale-looking scrambled eggs. They jiggled slightly as he tapped them with the fork in his left and before cutting into the fluffy egg and eating it. It didn't taste terrible, but he hoped that the bacon was better. He ended up eating the rest of the eggs before he would move onto the bacon. He only took crispy pieces as pieces of bacon with lots of fat to him were weird, in the sense that he was afraid of eating a tendon. He cringed at the thought and put his fork down on the plate.

Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile friendly

is eyes shifted over to the boy who was staring at him before. He didn't seem too harmless to Dan, but he still didn't try to instigate any sort of conversation. Not to be rude, he was simply just tired and wanted to get back to his room quickly. He didn't seem to be doing a good job at that though, as he kept picking at the stale-looking scrambled eggs. They jiggled slightly as he tapped them with the fork in his left and before cutting into the fluffy egg and eating it. It didn't taste terrible, but he hoped that the bacon was better. He ended up eating the rest of the eggs before he would move onto the bacon. He only took crispy pieces as pieces of bacon with lots of fat to him were weird, in the sense that he was afraid of eating a tendon. He cringed at the thought and put his fork down on the plate.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: bedroom, ending in hallway.
Mentions: N/A

Skye had her pillow over head, peeking at the far wall from under it. The door opened behind her, and she didn't move.
"Amiya Skye, it's time for your meds." a nurse said. The nurse had tried to make friends with her, but Sky wasn't interested.
"For the last time, just call me Skye." Skye mumbled.
"Well, just take your meds, okay?" Skye sat up, took the meds and dry swallowed them. The nurse had offered water, but Skye was so used to taking meds that it made no difference to her whether she took them with water or not. The meds were never the right ones anyway. They seemed to be working, somewhat, for the first two weeks, and then the dose was raised, and they stopped working altogether. Then another two weeks of suffering while they waited for the next meds to work. She was going to have a psychiatric assessment next week or something, just to make sure her diagnosis was right.
The nurse tried to pat her on the head, but Skye shrank away, her eyes widening a little. The nurse sighed.
"For the best possible result, you need to take your meds with food. I think you've been in here long enough to go use the dining room. That's what it's for after all." Skye began to sweat.
"No. I can't. I can't do that. Bring me food here, please?" The nurse shrugged, casually.
"Doctor's orders. If you want food, you'll have to go find it." Then she turned and left, Skye sticking out her tongue at her when her back was turned.
Once the nurse was gone, Skye began to think out loud.
"They won't make me eat. I don't have an eating disorder. I could just not eat. Yeah. I could do that." But she was hungry... she hadn't eaten since the small amount f food she'd been given last night. That was another thing about them bringing you food. They never brought enough. She got to her feet, shakily, and changed from the now kinda sweaty and old hospital gown she had wearing for the past three days, since she arrived, and put on a bulky grey sweater. She would've worn the blue one, but she felt more invisible in grey, and that was important right now. She put on her black leggings, and also a red toque. Skye didn't even like red, but it was kind of nice for an accent. Plus, she felt invisible when wearing a hat.... but red wasn't very invisible. She took it off, frustrated, and tied on a black bandana instead.
Skye opened the door, and sized up the hallway around her. Not very busy, right now. She grabbed her campus map from her backpack and studied it. She hadn't left the room except to go to the bathroom for the past three days... but she didn't want to seem new, or lost, so she put the map away.
"Altogether too much thinking." She shook her head, and then turned left, but she couldn't remember which way to go after that. That was okay. It was a little while before the next turn. Just keep walking. Just keep walking.

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

location: Cafeteria
mentions: Hazel Hadley rivie

"Pleasure to meet you, Hazel. I'm Ernst." He smiled genuinely, as a friendly gesture. "And welcome to Westhoven." He noticed her studying him very carefully, as if trying to get a read on something. He didn't comment on this, not wanting to alienate her. Besides, she had every right to be curious or even suspicious. This was, after all,not your everyday social gathering place. After several moments, she asked another question: "Where can I get some water around here?"
"Almost anywhere." Ernst answered, motioning with his fork to a water dispensing sort of machine, the kind that hospitals always have at least 50 of. "Though I'd suggest you pick up some food, as well. If you're anything like me, the staff won't get off your back until they see you force something down your throat." With that, he chuckled dryly, setting down his fork with a disheveled sigh. "Better to get used to it now, I suppose."

Kyle Fiddler

location: Cafeteria
mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

Kyle wasn't quite sure why, but this new kid was highly intriguing, even though he seemed set on interacting with no one. Perhaps, on some level, Kyle knew that this new kid likely wanted to be left alone. But Kyle was bored, and fairly sure no one else wanted to talk to him either. Kyle, who was used to getting picked on and harassed, found being ignored somehow even more unpleasant. Perhaps it was because it reminded him that this is what he would have to go home to when he got out of here, what with his ridiculously neglectful parents. That was surely an unnerving thought, So, fully prepared for the consequences, he reached out and tapped the surface of the table to get the boy's attention -- and then tapped it again because the first time didn't feel right, and then again because he didn't know why.
"Hey." He said bluntly, trying not to sound too tentative, pulling his feet up onto his chair to give himself more elevation (this kid was a good deal taller than Kyle). Kyle had a bit of a Brooklyn accent, rough but not too noticeable, and more of a child's voice than a teen's. He waved shakily, before his hand tightened and fell back to his side. "...Hi, there."​

 

[rivie]

HAZEL HADLEY

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Chimney Swift

Hazel rose her her head up to look at the lunch booth, and then exhaled. She moved her head back down to look at Ernst.

"Thanks for the advice, but, I think I can get away with not eating." She remarked, a bit too confidant in herself. Her tenuous fingers began to rip at her dehydrated lips. She hardly noticed as the skin peeled open and began to sting. A drop of blood poured out.

"I'm sorry if I'm being a bit annoying. A lot of people around here aren't the friendliest." Hazel added, a sigh escaping from her peeling lips. She wasn't able to get any lip balm in Westhoven. Earlier this week, Hazel had tried to befriend some patients in the art room. Most of them were in there for psychosis, so they kept to themselves.

Hazel took a deep breath and could feel her sharp ribcage brushing against her oversized hospital gown. She rubbed her fingers against her protruding knuckles, bruised and scratched.

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

Dan looked up to the boy, finishing his mouthful before before speaking to the boy. "Hi." He mumbled, taking a sip of his water. He felt rude now by not speaking to him. But it's not like he could predict that this boy wanted to talk to him in the first place. "'M Dan." He spoke, tapping his foot repeatedly on the ground as his eyes wandered around the stranger's face. His hair seemed soft, like a puppy's hair. However he had the urge to cut it of some reason. Though he wouldn't ever touch it, he'd just like the see what it'd be like to be the boy's hairdresser for a day. Maybe he should be a hairdresser when he's older.

Chimney Swift

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile friendly

Dan looked up to the boy, finishing his mouthful before before speaking to the boy. "Hi." He mumbled, taking a sip of his water. He felt rude now by not speaking to him. But it's not like he could predict that this boy wanted to talk to him in the first place. "'M Dan." He spoke, tapping his foot repeatedly on the ground as his eyes wandered around the stranger's face. His hair seemed soft, like a puppy's hair. However he had the urge to cut it of some reason. Though he wouldn't ever touch it, he'd just like the see what it'd be like to be the boy's hairdresser for a day. Maybe he should be a hairdresser when he's older.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: No one, but you're welcome to find me

10 minutes later, Skye was totally lost. She couldn't find the dining room. She would've gone back to her room to get her campus map, but... she couldn't remember the way back to her room either. Her heartbeat began to accelerate. Her breathing too. Ask someone. Ask someone for help. Skye shook her head, silently replying to herself. Her teeth chattered. Goodness, kid. You're FINE. You're safe. "N-no... I'm n-n-n...." Great. Now her speech was failing. That was a clear sign that her anxiety was gonan take over now. She shrunk against the wall and began to zone out. you're okay... you're.... you're....

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Cafeteria -> Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

Evan had finished his breakfast & proceeded down the hallway to get to his room. When he noticed a girl against the wall 'Probably one of the new patients.' he thought as he began to speak to her "Excuse me, Are you alright?" he asked in a worried tone.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway
Mentions: TF81

Skye looked up at the tall boy who had addressed her. The front of her forehead was tingling and throbbed, painfully. Her teeth were chattering a bit too. She attempted to speak.
"N-n-n..... I.... I...I can't....." It wasn't working. She studied the boy for a second, deciding if he was trustworthy or not, and then shook her head rapidly in response to his question. She tried with all her might to keep tears from springing to her eyes, and it half worked.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway
Mentions: Natural Flavour

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm Evan. Evan Parker." He thought that she was trying to find the Cafeteria. "Are you trying to find the cafeteria? I just came back from there. I can take you there If you want." Evan offered. He extended his hand to help her up. Evan wondered why this girl was so Skittish, 'Could she have Social Anxiety, like he did or something else?' She seemed similar to him in a way. But he couldn't make out how or why.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hallway -> Cafeteria
Mentions: TF81

Skye nodded, and accepted Evan's hand.
"S-Skye. I'm Skye." She managed, wiping a few runaway tears. "Th-thankyou..." She followed him as he led her to the cafeteria.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Hallway -> Cafeteria
Mentions: Natural Flavour

"You're Welcome." Evan replied with a warm smile. As they walked, They began talking about what brought them here. Evan tried to politely ask her first "Forgive me if this sounds rude. But just out of curiosity, what brought you here to Westhoven?" Evan coaxed. They had reached the double doors of the Cafeteria.

Evan Parker
Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Natural Flavour

Evan had opened one of the doors to the cafeteria & let Skye walk in first. He went over to his previously held table and sat down while he waited for Skye to acquire her breakfast

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Hazel Hadley rivie

"Annoying? Don't be ridiculous. You're doing wonderful so far. You’re absolutely right, by the way, about the others. I’d say 'not the friendliest', but it would be a bit of an understatement." Jested Ernst, with a shrug and a short laugh. It was rare to see him not only calm, but rather enjoying himself. Ernst's usual two states were frozen apathy or burning mania. This was definitely more towards the apathy side of things, but he genuinely seemed to be appreciating having company for once. This girl, though... she must still have some spark in her if she thought she could get away without food. He personally wasn't too invested in her health at this point, just as he didn't much care for his own, but he didn't want to see her get broken by the reality of this place and its general lack of freedom. "Just fair warning, though. You might think you can get away with a lot here --believe me, I did too-- but they always find out. If you try and resist, they'll just keep you here until you give up."

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Cafeteria
Mentions: Dan Belle crossofjesus

"Dan... I like that name." Mused Kyle, quietly hitting his wrist against the edge of the table. If one looked close enough, they could see Kyle's wrists were marred with light, grey-blue bruises. Kyle himself didn't seem to notice, and simply rolled his eyes and continued talking. "My name's Kyle. Kyle Fiddler. I... I take it you're new, right?" Kyle didn't want to ask how Dan came to this place, even if he was curious. The last thing he wanted was to get someone angry first thing in the morning,and he knew he was already pushing his luck. But in a place as boring as this, Kyle often suffered an impulse to try to talk to just about anyone but the psychiatrists and doctors. That was why he memorized everyone's names, mentally saving information about them like some sort of neurotic, twitchy spy. Creepy, perhaps it was, but you couldn't blame the kid for not knowing how to socialize. It wasn't like he was surrounded by the best role models...​