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Lenore stared out that window for two hours, her eyes vacant as she watched the sky transition from its gloom to the morning sun. Her mouth was slightly open, and she remained unmoved. Many were used to her oddity, well-versed in this morning routine. She stood on one leg, one arm above her head and the other straight out. She said nothing, her breath slow.
The nurse, checking the time on her watch, went to her with slight hesitation. Alas, she put a hand on the girl's shoulder, her voice coming out kindly to the frozen girl.
Almost immediately, Lenore pulled a tantrum, screaming as the nurse grabbed ahold of her. This was the start of a horrible day, it seemed.

Lenore was a stubborn one, flailing about as she scrambled to get away from the nurse. The restraining officer had to bind her hands before she calmed down. The nurse, now slightly irritated, pulled the girl into the cafeteria and forced her to sit. Lenore hissed at her, before the nurse shook her head and walked away. Food was presented before her, and the nurse returned with the key for the binds.

"Eat," the nurse instructed strictly, giving her a sharp eye before leaving again. Lenore looked down at her food a bit unenthusiastically, despite her hunger. To eat this mundane food...Lenore grit her teeth and sat there in silence.

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They were heading inside, it was that time of day again for arts and crafts. It was a little early, but he brought her places before other patients would start to clamber in. She had already put her sandals on as she said she would just before coming, and would be guided down the halls towards the particular room set out with various items that she's used in the past. She's been here awhile, and often the doctor would sit with her and show her things that she could do and figure the things that she did like. This time though she could feel it that he was going to leave her for a little bit, he guided her towards a blank canvas that was set out like many others. "I don't know what to paint." she told him just before she sat down in the hair. She felt his hands on his shoulders "Well, how about something from one of your books. Like we usually do." he encouraged her once more, then showed her a smile "I'll be back, I have some other business." she knew what to do every time he left, it was a little easier as she went along even.

She'd reach out for one of the boxes that contained various used, and harmless paints. Most common thing they were allowed to use was their hands, regardless she went for the heavier material that was similar to oil paintings. She'd play with the paint a little, thinking on some of the books she's recently read. The short lived memory of the kid from earlier, smoke gave her the idea as she'd begin to draw and press her hands against the white canvas. Most to be used were black, dark red and tan sort of colors though she seemed focused on the image she wanted to perplex. She didn't find it much necessary, but he couldn't see her thoughts, so she had to show him what she saw when she read "It might be important to him, as he said when those of books are turned onto the screen for vision of eyes. We see things differently no matter what we look at right..will he not see it correctly even?" she wondered. She asked a question like that long ago, but she was told that it could never truly be proven because we can't look through another's eyes. Something along those lines at least.

Having finished his meal that was brought to him Keith still sat in the cafeteria his electronic cigarette still going strong as he continued to draw puffs off of it. The nurse behind him was saying something to him but he didn't hear it. His eyes were affiliated on a single sliver of sunlight that was coming thru the window infront of him. It's shine captivating him with thoughts of turning that light into a flame. A flame large enough to burn down everything around him and engulf even himself in it's blanket of warmth. Dying in a fire that he had set would be the ultimate peak of euphoria he could possibly reach in this lifetime.

His train of thought tho was brought to a screeching halt as the window blinds were closed killing off the steam of light infront of him and pulling him from fantasies. A roar of anger filled the now empty cafeteria as Keith stood suddenly gripping the table and flipping it easily to the side. The remnants of his food clattering to the floor next to him as his reaction elicited a shocked look from the orderlies that were in the cafe still. There eyes wide in a sudden fear of him. All of them feared the ones in this place akin to a prison. None truly cared about them. Each was simply assigned to a person who in societies eyes needed to be cured of a disease that made them anything besides normal. Ones like him who couldn't quite fit into a society that favored a mindless and dull existence followed by a lack luster ending.

A clicking noise came from Keith as he stood there looking at the table. A subtle smoke slowly rose from his mouth as he turned to walk out of the room. A free hand reaching to the electronic cigarette in his mouth. Gripping it, he flung it towards his assigned nurse. The little item bounced off her chest and fell to the floor with a clack. He was heading towards the next area he was expected to be. Arts and crafts. One of the few area's he had a chance to make a flame if even a small one. He needed it now more then ever this place was testing his nerves and he was breaking.

Lenore grew even more confused, a look of slight panic on her face. What was he saying? What did he mean? His questions were too much of her, and she grew a little fearful. Her eyes held a scared look, as her mind raced. She watched his hands as they kept moving, folding themselves neatly on the table. Lenore was definitely having a hard time processing this conversation, and alas, gave a look of inquisition and panic.

"I don't know. Am I alive?" Her face looked like she was about to cry. Thinking about the philosophies of life made her rather irritable. She shook her head fast before staring harder at his hands. "They...t...they put me here. So they can watch me. They always watch me. I see them," she murmured, paranoid now. "Who are you? Are you one of them? Did they send you?" She stood up, letting the chair screech against the floor as she looked at Tate. The nurse rose, now aware of Lenore's panic. Lenore looked to the nurse. The nurse was one of them. Always watching her. She sat down quickly, smart enough to not cause a scene. The nurse paused, watching Lenore as she began to settle back down again. The nurse returned to her spot in the back.

Lenore took several breaths before flashing her eyes to the amused Tate. She cleared her throat. "Or are you an angel? Are you here to save me?" She whispered.

Brains Bring Knowledge...

"Vile is a harsh word... I don't eat flesh, just bite it... a lot..." Just thinking about biting human flesh made him bite harder on his bone, such a weird fetish involved with his addiction. "Never ending hunger... You have that as well? Such a miserable feeling I know... Yet you learn to cope and accept the feeling... Sometimes..." He bit on his bone some more, following her inside slowly, shifting along the grass, Hellfire still on his shoulder. "I don't believe I've heard you name yet. Mine's Trevor... The Zombie Boy..." He said to her, his deathly gaze met with a childlike smile.

But They Also Bring a Meal...

Whereabouts: Cafeteria
Audiance: Tate, Alexis, Trevor
Personality: Yasei
Music in my mind: Lights Out

A tall, black haired male nurse walked behind and led another patient into the cafeteria. The boy with mismatched eyes looked normal enough, his expression calm and aloof as they nurse guided him over to a table. "Sit." He was told. Yasei rolled his eyes and sat, folding his arms on the table and putting his head down on them. The nurse eyed him for a moment before walking away, taking off to get some food for him. Normally watching him wasn't to bad, but because of his disorder they could never be sure who they were really dealing with. Yasei looked around to see that there was quite a bit of people already out and about. Zombie boy was even out and about. He shivered slightly, that boy was creepy.

Lenore was with Tate. That was a bad combination. It didn't take long for a nurse to come back with a plate of food. This was a different nurse, female and young, not his usual who knew him. His apparently needed a small bathroom break. She smiled sweetly down at him before setting down his tray. He looked down to see the steak, eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice. He dug right in, having felt like he was starved even though he wasn't. She stood there starring at him for a moment before walking away, as if expecting something to happen. He gave her a glance before shaking his head. Why were they always watching him? It wasn't like he was going to randomly lash out at them...