Realistic or Modern Stepping Stones

[Shadow Alpha]

Hearing the approaching foot steps Rosalie longingly watched the remaining embers burn themselves out. "Why is it so hard to get some alone time in this place," she mumbled to herself. Turning her gaze to her open door she noticed that her stuffed lion, Fenrir, was in plain sight but she knew that no one would look in her room anyway. The pace of whoever was walking was pretty fast. "Where's the fire," she called out while chuckling at her own joke. Damn, that was pretty lame.





@Aio

 

[EricSings]

Welcome to Stepping Stones, Amara!



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"Now dear, you sure you will be all right?"


Amara's mother was clenching her steering wheel a little more firm than usual, trying to seem nothing but supportive for her daughter as the two pulled into the rather large driveway of Stepping Stones. It was a beautiful home really, that resembled a large stone cottage with perfectly groomed greenery along the front of the home. There was not a cloud in the sky, it was the perfect day to start a new outlook on life according to Amara's mother. Her mother stopped the vehicle and put it in park, averting her gaze from the new home her daughter would be staying in to look directly at Amara. Oh, how she loved her. "You look wonderful, Amara. Remember to focus on yourself, and learn as much as you can. Some singing exercises would be nice, too... seeing as how you can not smoke cigarettes here," the woman took a moment to look back at the cottage before finishing, "isn't this what you want?"

Checking into Stepping Stones did seem like a good idea to help Amara understand what she really wanted in life. "Yes, it is. I love you, mother," said Amara softly, grabbing her door handle and opening it before turning back to her mother, "help me with my bags, please?"


The Healy's stepped out of the vehicle together, Amara opening the trunk and pulling out a simple maroon suitcase while her mother grabbed the matching duffel bag, full of her daughters personal belongings. Amara closed her piercing green eyes, taking this time to regain herself and resist a sudden urge to light a cigarette. The pair walked to the beginning of the walkway to the front door, Amara's mother handing over the duffel bag for Amara to take. "I love you, Amara," her mother began, leaning in and kissing her daughters cheek before making her way to her vehicle, "shine greater than before." she finished before shutting the car door. Lighting a cigarette of her own, the hopeful mother put her car in drive and continued out onto the road.


Amara wasted no time walking the stone path to the large, dark wooden door of Stepping Stones. She was greeted promptly by the staff and aided to room number two, Amara's new living quarters during her stay here. Setting her luggage and handbag down, Amara took a deep breath. Overall, she felt fortunate to obtain guidance pertaining to her own life. She was eager to see what was located in the back of this lovely abode, and proceeded outside to the luxurious, private backyard of Stepping Stones. On her way outside, Amara passed a few staff members and faces that seemed to be other patients here, but nothing was said. Now, she could not help but admire the hippopotamus structure shooting water into a beautiful pool. "This is what I want."



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[Aio]

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Kea stopped in the middle of the hallway when she heard the comment. "Everywhere and nowhere." Her comment made no sense but it was the best she could come up with, her thoughts all jumbled up from the lack of food she had this week. She finally found where the comment had come from opening the door as she leaned against the door frame and chuckled as she saw the lion. "Cute." Kea had no regard for personal space, it was sad really. She looked up to see the girl from before and smirked. "Seems you found your way just fine."

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@Shadow Alpha

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Rosalie was slightly surprised to hear a response and to see that it was the same girl from before. She was confused when she heard the girl say 'cute' until she realized where she was looking. After turning a mild shade of red, Rosalie attempted to hide the lion by placing him in a corner of the room. "You saw nothing, I don't even like stuffed animals!" Running a hand through hair to release the ponytail was an excuse to look away and hopefully regain her cool. A smirk appeared on her face when she looked back up, "Of course I made it to my room. The real question is why are you here


fräulein? Did you miss my company?"


@Aio

 

[Aio]

She attempted to make a dramatic pose on the door frame as she spoke. "You know I could never stay away." She would laugh. releasing her pose to go back to leaning on the frame of the door. "Actually I heard your comment. Just came to place a face with the words that's all." She would smirk as she pushed off the frame of the door before speaking. "I also came to warn you not to flaunt around that lighter of yours unless you want them to take it. Since we're basically neighbours and all I thought I'd help you out." The fast movement made her slightly dizzy as black spots danced around in her vision, blinking a couple of times to try and make them go away.


@Shadow Alpha

 

[Shadow Alpha]

She playfully stuck her tongue out, "Thanks for the heads up but I'd never let them take away my precious baby." The thought of having to give up her personal lighter upset her and she made a a mental to pay attention whenever she reachs into her pocket. It was nice to see the oher girl laughing and seem to be having fun. Rosalie watched the girl stumble slightly and jumped up immediately to steady the shorter girl. "I know it must be hard to leave me but there's no need to hurt yourself because you're in a rush, sich vorsehen," Rosalie said with her hands on the girl's shoulders. Aw man, I still slip up and speak my native tongue. Not like the accent wasn't bad enough on its own.





@Aio

 

[Aio]

Kea shrugged off the girls grip, it was already bad enough she was sick, but she didn't want to be reminded about it. "Nonsense, I'm as strong as an Ox." It was obvious she was lying, plus her physical body didn't help her much. Skin and Bones. She thought. That's just how she liked it to, no fat. "Kea by the way my love. A pleasure." She could grow to like this girl, maybe even call her a friend though she was only here for a short while, the clinic would realize it was a mistake to put her in here. It was a mistake, it had to be.


@Shadow Alpha

 

[Splo]

Dahlia Rosen


"Are you s-s-sure this is okay, Mother? I mean, what if something happens to me there and I-"


Dahlia's mother suddenly shushed her and she immediately silenced, bending her head in shame. Her mother seemed ... especially stiff today. Maybe it was because her daughter was finally going to an institution and knew she wouldn't be okay there with her imperfect anxious. At the same time, she looked apathetic, contradicting her normal heavy emotions. This worried Dahlia much more. She tried to calm herself, but nothing worked. Her mother heard her loud and heavy breathing and violently shushed her again.


The two finally arrived at the large driveway. Dahlia leapt out of the car, carrying luggage stuffed with clothes and other necessities. Her mother had been under the impression that it would be more like a very strict boarding school than a calming rehabilitation centre for teenagers. She stared at the house for a long moment. It was gorgeous, looking more like a luxury vacation cottage than a place where she'd stay with who-knows-how-many others with their own unique issues. Such a beautiful home would've triggered serious happiness in a normal person, but Dahlia was not the normal person. For her, all she did was emit a small smile playing at the corner of her lips and then let it fall, returning to her normal robotic state.


Dahlia caught sight of a mother and her child, a girl who had very bright red hair and looked maybe a year or two older than her. The mother looked so empathetic, making Dahlia sighed. She had never experienced empathy with her mother. Dahlia heard her mother scoff. "A mother could never actually be that caring for her daughter," she said quietly, triggering a look of disgust. It seemed very messed up for her own mother to think that a mother who acutally sympathizes with her daughter is acting fake.


People that seemed to be the workers all smiled and waved with so much hospitality Dahlia suspected it to be fake. But somehow, it could've been real. They acted like they wanted her to come. As if they were expecting her all along. It made Dahlia smile, but her smile fell again as a young vibrant woman showed her to the hallway of rooms. Dahlia picked out room 19, being sure it was away from most of the others who probably picked the first 10 rooms. She had a small feeling that there were many more people than she had actually expected. It wasn't like she could expect anything, though. There were a lot of abnormal people in the world.

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[TuffBbg]

Vincent


Vincent jumped at the female voice in his room, sighing softly and realising that it was just Skylar, the girl who offered a cupcake. He didn't end up eating it, but he appreciated that fact that she seemed to care. He didn't really eat much. And no, he doesn't have an eating disorder of some sort, but just skips out on a few meals unintentionally. Vincent stepped out of his empty bathtub, pulling his sleeves down a bit and opening the bathroom door to find Skylar in his room. He smiled a bit, but quickly stopped for am unkmown reason, looking up at the girl. "Uh, yeah. That'd be cool." He played with his lip ring with his teeth, glancing up at Skylar and how pretty she was. She's not interested. Look at her. Too pretty for you, you're just a bum in all honesty. So, don't try anything. Vincent sighed softly and began towards his door, his hands shoved in his front pockets.


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[Shadow Alpha]

Raising her hands in mock defeat, Rosalie took a step back. Her mind ow focused on how frail Kea felt beneath her hands. Being athletic had taught her a good amount about how prominent some bones just shouldn't be. "Such a strong little Ox indeed." She put her hands down and took a deep bow in front of Kea. "A pleasure to meet you milady, I'm Rosalie. Feel free to call me Rose," She said smoothly allowing her accent to flow freely. Rosalie began to wonderif this place wouldn't be as bad as she previously thought. No. They sent me here to 'fix' me. To fix what they did me. A small sigh escaped before he signature smirk appeared.


@Aio

 

[EricSings]

Was this really happening? Was Amara really in need of guidance because she lacked the skills to make 'the best decisions' for herself? Amara stood aside the hippopotamus statue, removing one of black leather gloves to dab her hand in the stream of water. She glanced at the baby hippopotamus statue and oddly related the two to herself and her mother. She shook her head. "She never helped smoking in front of me constantly, anyways..." she spoke under her breath, turning from the pool area and averting her gaze at the large stone cottage before her. The new 'troubled' house she would be living in, because supposedly she is conflicted with herself. Several thoughts continued to pour through Amara's mind at this point, causing her to close her eyes tight.


Amazing singer or not, why do I feel the need to party and smoke? Amara would ask herself this on a constant basis, even at home. Perhaps this is one of the reasons she was in an unfamiliar place. Her mind clouded, Amara proceeded the stone path to the back entrance of the estate.


Her eyes opened to reveal green eyes, which seemed very confused at the moment. Around her she saw a beautiful living space, with decor and adorations almost fit for a king or queen. Amara made her way slowly through the dining room and into the hallway leading to the patient rooms. She offered friendly smiles and shared quick conversations with passing staff. "My mother would tell me this is the perfect place for an individual to get their shit on track. I would have to agree."


Yes, this was all great... Amara was at Stepping Stones! The home for troubled youth to clear their minds, and eventually leave with the insight to live a better life. It was just wonderful, right? Wrong... but it also felt right, unfortunately. With a sigh, Amara rest with her back against the hallway wall, removing her other leather glove. She was merely trying to take everything in, the best and worst were yet to come, she was sure. "A cigarette... no, that is not allowed here."



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@Splo

 

[Aio]

Kea giggled at Rose's actions before she shrugged and gave her a bow as well. "Rosalie is a pretty name, I'll just stick with that." She looked around as she started swinging her leg, if she stood for too long she'll start gaining weight. It was a crazy thought yes but Kea was absolutely paranoid about gaining weight. "I was just having a lovely look around if ya want to join, or stay in this oh so depressing room and play with fire. Your choice." She would smile though all this talking and moving around had made her tired, after the walk she would lay down for a bit, hopefully the workers wouldn't come looking for her because she skipped meal time.


@Shadow Alpha

 

[RozieRawrs]

Skylar

I watch his lips, how he chew of the ring that pierces them. I watch how his eyes look straight into mine. I can't help but blush, I look down at my feet, "Well lets go then." I glance up at him, my hair falls in front of my eyes and I can't help but smile.

Perfect now he can't not look at me.

"You ready?" My eyes shine, "Or do you have something else you should do first?"

I can't help but wonder why he was locked in the bathroom. I can't help but wonder why he pulls on his sleeves, and why he is here. And why he makes me feel normal.

I can't help but wonder why I like him so much. He really isn't all that special... His eyes are beautiful, and he's gorgeously tall... and, okay, maybe the thought of him having a lip ring makes my heart pound. I play with the little ball that pierces my tongue. I can't help but be nervous. Is he everything he looks to be, or is there a deeper secret?

I plan to find out.

"Come on, lets go." I gently take his hand and make my way down the hall to the music room. In this room, there is a piano, several guitars, a bass guitar, six and twelve stringed acoustics and a violin. I look up at the boy, watching his expression.

"I can play every instrument in this room." I bite my lip and smile softly, "Music makes me feel... free.. I suppose. Free from all of my problems, free from the wicked old hag that corrupts my mind." I spin around and smile, not realizing that I had mentioned the white woman, the other half of me, my schizophrenic nightmare.

My hair whips around and I stop for a brief moment, smiling.

"Would you like to play something?"

(@TuffBbg - its okay, I've been pre-occupied with schoolwork anyway )



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[Shadow Alpha]

Rosalie crossed her arms over and chest and huffed, "You just don't understand the pleasure that fire brings. It's a magical feeling to watch something burn in a glorious inferno." Memories of her past pyromanic sprees floated through her mind as she relived them. The first time she set the terrible closet ablaze, the time her sister's dress 'accidentally' caught on fire, and the magical moment of nearly burning her own house. Ah good times, good times. Rosalie shook her head to come back to reality and tugged on her loose grey jeans. "Sure. Didn't expect to be suddenly asked on a date like this though," Rosalie said while grinning.


@Aio

 

[Aio]

"One thing you should know about be is I'm a hopeless romantic." She joked before she started walking just slow enough for Rosalie to catch up. Actually she couldn't walk faster if she wanted to, too tired from the chaos earlier today. She touched her cheek absentmindedly from when her mom slapped her, she felt a tightness in her chest, quickly trying to push it back down. She wasn't sick, she needed to prove that to the workers here so her mother would be proud of her again and a skeleton in her parents closet.


@Shadow Alpha

 

[Poko]

Elena Bishop




Elena was invited inside and she gratefully entered, heaving her bag up in her hand and carrying through the threshold. The institute resembled a house even more on the inside than it did on the out, which she decided was good. For a bunch of kids with mental problems, making them feel like they were at home was probably best. She glanced sideways at her friend who was moving on his feet uncomfortably with his arms gripping at his sides as if he were cold. Elena opened her mouth to speak, though stopped herself when she noticed a woman enter the entryway. "Miss Bishop, I presume?" The woman asked, holding a clipboard closely to her chest. Elena gave a nod and the woman smiled tightly, "Wonderful. I'll show you to your room."





Nothing else was said during the walk to Elena's room, though she did notice the side-glances that the woman kept giving her. Each time she did it, chills rose up Elena's spine and she felt her body tense all over. Never had she felt so uncomfortable and judged when people looked at her. "Right," The woman said finally, pressing her lips together firmly, "This is it. Just shout out if you need anything." Then, as if she were afraid she'd catch some sort of disease, the woman turned and walked away quickly. If she looked closely, Elena swore she could see horns poking through her hair.


The room was bare and although it was nothing more than what she expected, it disappointed her. Suddenly, she became aware of how much she missed the deep purple walls and victorian-styled furniture that she had been surrounded by every night, along with the scattered perfume bottles and clothing articles. Of course, it looked as though they had tried to make it welcoming, but the neatness and unfamiliarness of it set her off. Walking in, she set down the suitcase on the bed and opened it. She hadn't brought much, only clothing, toiletry stuff and a blanket her grandmother had knitted her. Her knees grew weak and Elena found it impossible to stand, her legs collapsing underneath her. As she clasped her hands around the blanket, her hands began to shake and when she looked up, her room was cracked and torn apart by vines, which weaved in and out of the walls. "It's not going to be okay," She heard her friend say from behind her and he placed his hand on her shoulder. She knew that as much as she hated to admit it, Elena believed him.
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[Splo]

Dahlia Rosen


Dahlia had to go back to the door to drag her stuffed bags of luggage, getting many offers to help by overtly kind workers. "Would you like some help with that?" they would repeat subsequently, and every time, she'd give them a polite "No thank you" although she was very irritated with their somewhat fake hospitality. It was nice but partially unnecessary. Once she was finally able to drag her two 20-pound duffle bags and 10-pound shoulder purse most likely stuffed with a bunch of makeup by her mother, she, already exhausted, hung and folded her clothes. Not to her surprise, she opened the cream-colored purse and saw loads of makeup in it. A disgusted scowl was painted on her face. Obviously, her mother cared more about her having stupid makeup than clothes. It seemed as if there was more makeup than clothes or anything else she carried with her. To try to lighten her naturally melancholy spirit, she put a couple of minor decorations on a desk to make the place feel a bit more homey. To make it feel homey would be something negative because she never had a home, only a building over her head bought to protect her from the weather. She bit her lip as a sudden sliver of nervousness went through her body and caused her stomach to drop. If there really were, maybe double, triple or even quadruple, the amount of people she expected, how would she socialize? Maybe she wouldn't have to socialize at all, but if this was rehab for teenagers, it would be compulsory for everyone to socialize "for their own good." It would get rid of anxiety, but for her? Not so much. She was not only anxious with people but even in her own home.


A small grunt escaped Dahlia's lips, who looked through a small window to see that her mother's dark car was nowhere to be found. "Good riddance," she muttered loud enough to be heard, her French accent dominating her voice and rolling the r in "riddance." A hint of beaming happiness was in her face. Her mother was gone for good. She wondered if she should even call her mother a mother. Yes, she gave birth to her, but her "mother" had no affection or parenting skills whatsoever and her father was dead before she was born. Her emotions faltered again, but this time, because Dahlia was subsequently upset that she kept making such negativity out of something so simple a positive. The point was that her mother was gone, not that she should be categorized into a list of the worst mothers in history.


Her thoughts suddenly came to a stop as she began to focus on a female voice. The voice didn't sound too far from her. I might as well try to socialize even if it fails, she thought, following the sound of the voice until realizing the voice came from the redhead girl she had seen only a few minutes earlier with her caring mother. Dahlia watched her, trying to decipher her emotions from her facial expression and the tone of her voice. Slowly approaching the girl, Dahlia emitted an emotionless "Hello." in a way so robotic it may have startled the girl. The only thing that did not make her sound as much like a robot was her distinctive French accent.
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@EricSings
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[Shadow Alpha]

"Kea, the hopeless romantic Ox. Has a nice ring to it." During their little stroll in the facility, a familiar uncomfortable sensation began to Rosalie's body. She turned, whiping her head back and forth, giving her mind all the ammunition it needed to send her into full blown panic. The turns at the end of the hall were invisible to Rose as she only registered how they looked like dead ends. Shit! I need to get out. Now. She began to breathe heavily as if she was stuggling under a massive weight that pushed on her from all sides. Even though Kea was right beside her, Rosalie felt as if she were all alone. It became all too much when flashes of her time in that closet came up and she fell to her knees while cradling her head in her hands. Her hair formed a veil around her to block out the outside world. "Helfen Sie mir...Vati, Mutti," Rosalie muttered to herself while she silently cried.


@Aio

 

[TuffBbg]

Vincent


Vincent blushed lightly, noticing how Skylar was looking at him play with his lip ring. No one had ever been so interested in him, except for people who wanted to work up his wealth. He hadn't ever spent money on gifts for his crushes or girlfriends, never had a Valentine, or even a New Years kiss. His thoughts were interrupted when Skylar took his hand, beginning to lead him to the music room. He glanced down at her hand holding his. It wasn't relationship hand holding, but it was something close to Vincent, weird. Skylar and Vincent walked into the music room, Vincent taking a look around and looking at the instruments, listening to the girl. He turned to look at her and nodded small. "That's nice. I don't play an instrument. I usually sleep or go running." He watched her smile, his heart having a sudden flutter. She's so beautiful.. Vincent looked down at his shoes, trying to hold back a smile. "I've always wanted to learn how to play the piano though."


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[RozieRawrs]

Skylar

My eyes flicker up to him, he's so cute. I mean, if that's what cute is. I haven't really had the whole crush thing happen before... But I think I like him, well I know I like him. Is that enough? Does he like me too?

"Piano? I can tech you, if you would like." I bite my lip and look down, blushing, my hair falls in front of my face and I can't help but smile to myself at the thought of him. I take his hang once again and lead him to the piano. I sit down, motioning for him to join me. I smile and begin playing.

"Its all in the fingers." I start pointing what each note means and where it is on the keys. I look up at Vincent, hoping he understands, wanting him to be here, and stay. Wanting him to know that I like him, but afraid that he will judge me for it.

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[EricSings]

ooc: You know, Splo.

I was having a difficult time deciding if Amara should offer Dahlia an ecstasy pill she snuck in to take with the one she had for herself, and we go crazy writing about that experience. I am going with the 'motherly' approach as I am envisioning it, where Amara sees a younger lady in a troubled home (like herself), and takes this as yet another sign to continue on a path of making the experience at Stepping Stones the most beneficial she can. Being in one of the best rehabilitation centers out there, a person can continue to live as they are, or see this as their time of growth and becoming a better person. Who knows what could happen in a place like this!? Heh. So, with this said, what sounds more fun to you? The ecstasy can be a joint of weed, as Amara offering drugs to a minor made me go like "No... Amara is too classy... I think?" today. Or we can simply play it by ear, I just get lots of ideas. xD


The hallway was vacant for a few moments, Amara thankful to not see yet again another unfamiliar face, either completely ignoring her, or smiling ear-to-ear at her. She let out a small sigh, looking at the wall before her, noticing an oval shaped mirror with elegant, silver swirls as a border to her right. Amara blinked, stepping before the mirror. She imagined if she were to ask this mirror who was the fairest one of all, what this mirror would say to her? Her lips curled into a smile, almost finding it funny how she was thinking of Snow White at this very moment. Peering into the mirror, she saw a young woman with beautiful features, but eyes full of uncertainty.


Fairest of them all, hm? In the real world, it is hard to imagine anyone being the fairest of them all. No one is perfect, Amara certainly wasn't, and neither was her mother. It shouldn't matter if a parent has perfect parenting skills or not, every individual is in control of what becomes of their life, right? Amara took a step back from her reflection, doing her best to remind herself to merely be happy, and not think too much about the 'what ifs'. Constantly, Amara struggled with the idea of her singing career, and how she is going about making this dream become a reality. The fairest of them all would surely be a powerful soul, scoffing at the idea of doing anything that prevents them from being exactly what they desired.


It took a simple, foreign 'hello' to tear Amara away from her inner thoughts. Following the direction of the voice, Amara found herself looking at a girl appearing to be younger than her by a year or two. "Oh!"


It was almost as if seeing this girl sparked an uncontrollable need in Amara to seem completely sure of herself, and know exactly what she wanted from Stepping Stones. Of course, Amara was, for the most part, a joyful individual. She knew many people aspired to be singers, and some make the cut and others do not. It was also known to her that several singers use drugs and alcohol, even tobacco, and still manage to make their mark in the music world. Happiness, no matter what, was key. "I am Amara, who might you be?" she asked, offering her ungloved right hand for the pretty girl before her to shake.


Amara felt she understood slightly what the young woman in front of her might be feeling, how righteous of her. The two obviously had troubled minds in some way, thus resulting in enrollment at Stepping Stones... but Amara was realizing something. She and many others might be dealing with some form of disorder, but this was also everyones time to flourish, not dwell. "I don't know about you, but I am a little nervous about talking to these people..." she spoke quickly, a smile of warmth painting her face before she finished, "a part of me feels like I don't even need to be here, but then something comes over me, saying this is what I need to understand certain things in my life."

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@Splo

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[TuffBbg]

Vincent

Vincent laughed nervously and rubbed his neck, looking down at the black and white keys. "I'm a slow learner, sorry." He smiled sheepishly and pressed a random key, laughing a bit and glancing over at Skylar from the corner of his eye. He sighed softly and began playing with his lip ring again, getting nervous, although over nothing. Vincent looked at Skylar, taking in her features for a second, admiring them. She's so pretty. I wonder what goes on in her little head. Wait, Vincent, you're rushing this, what the hell? You just got here not like 2 hours ago. He coughed uncomfortably and laid the shutter over the keys, pulling down his sleeves in one quick motion. "Hey, I-um, I'm gonna go get something to eat. Maybe we can continue this tomorrow maybe." He spoke quickly, standing up and smiling a little.

(Mentions: @RandomFoodGirl

 

[TuffBbg]

The mum of the home had called everyone over to the kitchen for various items to have for lunch consisting of: grilled cheese sandwiches, grapes, strawberries, blueberries, apples, sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies, vegetarian sushi, falafel meatballs, and much more. The table was all set with the tasty looking foods, chairs in either sides of the dining table. "Come on, now! Lunch is ready!"





(Not everyone has to eat but I guess this is just to make sure everyone meeta ^-^


@Everyone)

 

[Aio]

Kea laughed as she listened to Rosalie and nodded. "I think it suits me." She would turn and smile as she giggled. Her laugh would grow quiet and her smile would fade. She would watch Rosalie he hands hovering over her, she didn't want to touch her in fear of setting her off. "Rosalie? Rosalie honey your fine." She listened to Rosalie speak in a language she did not understand and sighed, looking around for any workers . She would purse her lips finding none, hearing the call for lunch. "Lets go. We can walk another way. Sound good?" She tried to make her voice soft and soothing but she wasn't a doctor, she didn't know what to do.


@Shadow Alpha

 

[Poko]

Elena Bishop




Being called for Lunch, Elena made her way to the dining area, following others for direction. Every so often, she would pass a split in the hall and when she looked down it, she would see her room. If it weren't for everyone else, Elena would have assumed she was going in circles like some sort of crazy person. Her friend, trailing behind her, must have noticed her confusion and snickered at her misfortune. "You have no sense of direction, not now...not ever," He murmured. Though, she could hear it as clear as day and went on, ignoring his continuous remarks. Eventually, she found herself in the dining room amongst others. Elena sucked in a deep breath and made her way towards the table, pulling out a chair and seating herself for lunch. Beside her, her friend moved to pull out a chair, though Elena quickly stopped him with a stern look. "No. It's not for you," She said sharply, keeping her voice as low as possible. Though, with all the chatter, she doubted anyone would have heard her anyway. "What am I to say if you're there? Sorry, there's someone sitting there, but he's invisible," She continued mockingly, before returning a glare. Bonkers, She thought to herself, That's what they'd say. So, she folded her hands in her lap and ignored him entirely.
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