Blake's eyes went wide, now it was all messed up and the work he'd put in was gone and the new girl already hated him and… Everything was ruined! Oh, gods above, it was all ruined, he needed his book, now. He needed facts, he needed it now! "Where is it?" He muttered, urgency replacing the usually calm and shy tone in his voice.
Min-Hyuk just sat there doodling on the paper. Finishing Blakes nose then moving onto his lips, which were done quickly. He slammed the book shut, setting it one the table and tipping back on the two legs of the chair, one foot on the side of the table as his pencil twirled in his fingers. He was spinning it so fast it looked like a magic trick.
Opening one eye, he looked up to Blake who seemed to be having problems.
"You alright?"
He asks rather quietly, but loud enough for Blake to hear him. His voice is always really soft and gentle though. Unless you get him angry. Then he's really not.
(Dabs Love that big ol' mental breakdown that comes right before you write a huge paragraph.)
(Sorry I edited it real quick. I thought I added it in the first time I posted that but apparently not.)
"No, no, no! I need this!" Blake hissed, seeming to not hear Min-Hyuk or Des who was trying to call him down and ask what he needed. He raced around the room before bolting upstairs, he needed one of his books. Usually, it would just be any, but he needed his Papa's book. Drastic times drastic measures.
Setting his book down on the table and standing up, he sighed and slowly made his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs to all of the rooms. He was one of the nosiest, yet caring people he's known. Though he would NEVER admit that.
Reaching Blakes door, he knocked on it and ran his finger through his hair.
"Do you need any help?"
He says through the door a little louder than before, making sure Blake heard him this time.
Parisa could only lean on the wall, an uncomfortable feeling churning in the pit of her stomach. She was a little confused as to what was going on with everyone, and since she didn't really know them all she could do was watch—much to her annoyance. Just who were these people, and why were they acting so oddly?
"You realise this is a home for mentally unstable children, right?" Silas asked, he thought he had mentioned it to her before, but probably not judging from the slight surprise that emerged on her features.
"But you're not unstable, so why are you–" her sentence trailed off when she looked at the tablecloth and all of her bird napkins. Nothing was straight! With a light sigh, she began to neaten things up, noting that the tablecloth was a little too big for the table. "Can people just hurry up and come to the table, this body needs food."
Em had scurried out of Blake's way when he'd ran out of the room. She felt a little shaken, and decided to wait for the crowds in the dining room and have a moment of peace before… Dinner.
Wrapping her arms tightly around herself, she crossed into the next room.
Someone was there.
"I need my goddamned book!" He exclaimed to himself, rushing over to his bed and finding it under his pillow. He clutched it to his chest and opened it to the first page, the words being the first thing he saw.
Today, you are good. I love you my little Blakey. Love, Papa.
Blake sighed in relief, he was okay, he was good. Papa said so.
Ellie decided that she had waited long enough. Everyone should be at the table by now and if not, then at least a majority. She picked up the untouched cookies and read the note.
”It’s a lie.” It had to be… Even so, it was a sweet lie… She left the note on the bed and headed down to the dining room.
"Okay…..well Im guessing you found it. You should come downstairs."
Min-Hyuk says stepping away from the door as the floorboards squeak beneath his feet. His hands were stuffed in the pockets if his hoodie as he stepped towards the stairs.
"… Can you tell Des I can't?" He asked quietly, he couldn't be around as many people as he was. He needed to write in another entry for an episode. Blake went to go grab his laptop and sent an email to Des, requesting that his service dog could hurry up getting there.
"K."
He simply says walking down the stairs. So much for helping someone. He should probably stick to his usual rude self. He doesn't feel like he has to put on an act around people. People never like his rude self anyway. And it was plenty easy to be an @ss.
Parisa noticed someone by the door, but was a little too nervous to say anything to her. She wasn't sure what her name was, or what she was like.
"You can always switch back you know." Silas sighed, half teasing the girl.
"No, I will make it through the day like this. I'm a strong girl!" Parisa gathered up all her courage to smile, but the words she wanted to say to the girl never came. Perhaps I will wait for others to arrive first.
Sam just sat in her usual spot, leaning back with her arms closed. She stared at a spot on the floor, completely zoned out. It wasn't unusual for something to go wrong at or before dinner, so she wasn't worried. But she was never much help, so she typically did something else to occupy her time when this happened. She had tried to help once, but most of the people here got pretty upset when things weren't just so. Fine by her. She just wished dinner would start. She was starting to get antsy.
Parisa's eyes flickered to the girl sat at the table, she hadn't noticed her walk in. "Hello?" she asked a little nervously, her voice sounding off since it wasn't her own.
Quick, Silas, where do you sit?? she asked in her mind, rather panicked, she didn't want to sit in the wrong seat and potentially cause arguments.
"Opposite Sam, that's the girl at the table now. Just go easy okay, you're doing fine." It was always nice to hear words of encouragements from her host.
She gracefully sat down in her seat, smiling a little awkwardly. "Are you okay, Sam?"
Sam stared at the floor a moment more before someone snapped her out of her reverie. She blinked a few times and sat up looking around. "Oh. Hey Silas. Yeah, yeah I'm good." She sat up more and pushed her hair behind her ear and started playing with the end of it. "Sorry, I just zoned out. You good?"
"I'm doing well, thank you." Parisa noticed the girl's nervous movements, and was a little unsure whether or not to believe she was actually okay.
What happened to her?
"That's something she will have to tell you herself, I don't know the full story."
Parisa nodded slightly, tugging at the end of her pendant. "I must say, Sam, your hair looks nice today." A compliment always cheered her up, so perhaps it would cheer others up too?
Min-Hyuk walked into the kitchen walking up to Des.
"Blake says he can't come."
He says quietly, then heads back to his seat, picking up his book and pencil that he left on accident.
Sam pushed her hand through her hair again, as if to check that it was still there. "Uh, thanks? I mean it's kinda wet still from my shower, but thanks. Nice earrings by the way." 'Hold on a second,' she thought to herself. '"I'm doing well, thank you"? Silas isn't usually that formal.' She didn't interact with anyone in the house a whole lot, but Silas was one of her favorites. They usually ended up in the same circles at school. But this didn't sound like him. And Sam dwas fairly sure he didn't usually wear jewelry. "Are you–" she gestured vaguely with her hand, not wanting to offend him. "–Not Silas?"
"Caught me." Parisa winked, smiling brightly. "I'm guessing my formality and jewelry gave it away. That usually is the point, though I would have thought the hoodie would have been what actually gave the game up." she gestured to Silas' on show abdominal with a happy sigh. She fiddled with her earrings, she liked the feel of the metal on her fingers. "And thank you, though I think they would suit you more than me."
"Stop flirting!" Silas groaned, though to be honest he would never have the courage to tell Sam that himself. She did suit ruby earrings, in his opinion.
"Anyway," Parisa waved her hand dismissively, ignoring Silas' comment. "What are your plans for when the meal is over?"
Sam smiled in amusement. She subconsciously tugged on her earlobes. She didn't even have pierced ears. "I don't know. I was thinking about going to my room but I think I would die of boredom. So maybe basketball outside. Why?" She grinned mischievously and leaned forward on her elbow on the table. "Got any plans?" Sam was a sucker for any kind of rebellion of any form.
Des nodded with an understanding smile. "We'll start, I can just go talk to Blake afterward and bring him some food." They said, sitting down at the head of the table. "Alrighty, kiddos! It's time for dinner!"
Cleo set the final cup and slid into her seat on the other side of Silas. Her meds were kicking in, like a numbness on the sides of her brain. She wasn't sure if she was still smiling, but that didn't matter, she needed to eat or else she was going to get really spacey. "So how is everyone's day going?" Cleo murmured to the table. She picked up her fork, but immediately dropped it as a urge came over her to stab it into Des' neck. She folded her hands in her lap. I'll be better in a moment. Cleo smiled at the table, hoping no one else noticed.
"I might have some plans, I'll discuss them with you later if you like." With another wink to Sam, Parisa smiled up at Des as they took their seat. "Wonderful to see you again Des, you're looking well."
"I see you're ignoring the fork clatter, why?" Shade made his way into the conversation, the sight of a fork giving him a hundred different ideas on how to kill every single person in the room. He wouldn't though, Gardenia wouldn't allow that, and that really bugged him.
I'm ignoring it because, if it were me, I wouldn't want people turning their attention to it. Talk about awkward. Parisa's smile faded a little, but it was back again in a flash. She wouldn't let Shade ruin her fun now.
(I'll be back in a moment, I've been called down for dinner. The irony ^-^)