"Yes, this scar is from an experiment, as are most of mine. Studies." Nathaniel said curtly, rolling up a sleeve and displaying more scarred skin. "No, actually. The eye is not from one of my experiments. I was assaulted and my eye was taken out, along with a lot of skin. The doctors salvaged what they could. I have been told it's a battle scar."
"Did ya win the battle?" Wren probed. He saw most battles not to be worth much of the trouble if you lost. He saw anything left behind of a loss is only a mockery to someone. He began to examine the rest of Nathaniel's exposed, scarred skin. "And what were the experiments for anyway?"
"I, personally, would not have considered it a battle. I was taken as leverage in order to get my family to give money, but I suppose I won. Most of the people are in prison. Three were killed." Nathaniel rolled his sleeve back down, re-doing the buttons. "And my experiments vary. Most of these are to test the limits of my congenital analgesia. I wanted to see if I could feel pain from any of them."
"Huh. From what I've experienced, the sharper the blade, the less the wound hurts. It just…stings a little. Did you kill the people? If so, props to you." Azu smiled softly, nodding to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel simply shrugged. "I do not feel pain, as is the condition of congenital analgesia." He left the question unanswered. "I enjoy testing the limits."
"Interesting," Wren said, leaning back in his chair. "But did you kill people?"
"I can't imagine having that. How would you punish yourself?" Azu flinched, shaking her head. "Sorry, that wasn't an appropriate question. Depressing thoughts," she pointed to her head, "still in there, as always."
"Did you?" Was Nathaniel's response. He would need to memorize everything that was said, as his notebook and pen were confiscated. "And I feel no need to punish myself, everything I do is in the seeking of knowledge."
(Oof, sorry fam! I was busy with finals and shit and forgot about notebook)
The minute he woke up, Magnus was sweating which either meant that he dreamt again, or his pills stopped working and messed with his brain. It was about 5 in the morning and Magnus knew that if he went back to sleep, he wouldn't be able to wake up again so he decided to go for a run before he needed to head to the stupid group therapy.
Magnus pulled the sleeves of his sweater down to his finger tips. He really didn't want to be here, he hated large groups but Tallula, his best friend, and his therapist, Jessy, said that trying something new might help him more than one-on-one sessions do. That didn't mean that he was looking forward to doing this. He entered the room and saw there were a few people already there so he found a seat as far away from them as possible and sat down, frowning.
Nathan turned his gaze to Magnus. "Hello. I am Nathaniel, this is group therapy. Susan should be here soon. She would not tell me the process of this which leads me to believe that she does not have a solid plan." Wow, this kid did not pull any punches did he.
Magnus raised his eyebrows and sighed. "Magnus. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but I don't like people so I won't." He said gruffly. Magnus sighed again and looked up. "I apologise for being rude but I had a horrible morning." He leaned back and ran a hand through his already messy hair.
(I ask that you have a lil bit more than that, two lines or so :) )
(Sorry dear)
(Better?)
(Yep thank you!!)
Nathaniel shook his head. "It wasn't rude. I appreciate your candor." He crossed his arms and huffed, the blank look still on his face. "I want to go back to my living spaces."
A soft chuckle left his mouth and Magnus relaxed. "I feel that." He responded. Although he didn't want to be here, Magnus felt that something was going to happen here, he just wasn't sure if it would be good or bad.
"I hate this place. Can't even use plastic utensils–not like the food here is worth it anyways." Melanie crossed her arms, digging her nibbled down nails into her pale flesh. "What are y'all in here for?"
"I was… A danger to myself or others. I lashed out when someone disturbed one of my tests…" Nathaniel's voice, though still pretty neutral, had a tone of embarrassment to it. "Then they of course discovered what exactly my tests were."
"I had extreme mood swings. To the point I almost pushed a friend off a bridge because he wouldn't shut up." He shrugged sheepishly. "I got tested and turns out I have extreme bipolar disorder mixed with a hunch of other shit."