Kale frowned at Jordan from where they were sat at the table, slightly confused as to why the boy felt the need to chime in, but said nothing on the matter. Instead, they whispered. "I'll deal with that kid later." Kale tossed his plate in the bin and joined Jay's side, protectively resting a hand on his shoulder.
Name: Zyra Everett
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Looks: Probably around 5'6. Wavy/Curly black hair that's up to her lower back, but there are some days where her hair is a bit straighter. Rich brown eyes with black ring that kinda fades into grey, they look light brown/gold under direct light. Chocolate colored skin with a hint of olive, stitches right above her left eyebrow, and has glasses. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OWv3jPdBtLgRtD6B0uvEGPjeoNiAV9KNmsVGPsZHdqk/edit
Personality: INFP-T, pessimist, can be super loud or super quiet sometimes, sarcastic af, bit protective of friends, has a hard time trusting people because of her past
Backstory: You'll see
Other: I'm terrible at making characters
(Is she okay?)
Jordan backs away quickly as the other boy walks up. Without a word he ran up the stairs and walked briskly to his room, "Always the outcast. Just trying to help."
(yeah)
Jay heard him leave. "You know I was perfectly fine. Right?" Jay asked Kale.
Kale quickly retracted their hand, shoving both their hands into their jeans pockets. "Yeah, you're not weak. I just.. Never mind." Kale started making their way upstairs.
Jay nodded then walked away to their room. And picked up paper and a pen. Though he could not read awhile ago he had someone teach him how to write.
Kale sighed, ducking into the bathroom while their stomach proceeded to disagree with the food yet again. They sat on the floor by the toilet, resting their head in between their legs. "Ugh… I can't take this anymore!"
"want to try to sneak out later. Try to find actual food." Jay asked then tossed the pencil and notepad to the side.
Kale crawled forwards, poking their head around the bathroom door. "Excuse me?"
"want to try to get out of here?" Jay said.
Jordan runs an irritable hand through his hair, "Outcasts can't interact. They can't say anything. They *can't help. You are just an extra." He rocks back and forth as the things the managers say daily pounded through his head
Zyra stayed in her room, reading her book as everyone else did whatever they wanted. She never had any roommates since no one really liked her.
Kale pulled themselves to their feet, rubbing their forehead in confusion. "Where is this coming from, you're not usually one to suggest something so outrageously dangerous."
"I'm bored. It is always the same thing everyday." Jay sighed annoyed.
Jordan rocks, muttering to himself. His eyes oddly wide and contracted
Jay heard something maybe down the hall but wasn't sure.
Jordan coughs, gagging as his hunger was starting to get to him
"And how long has it taken you to realise that its the same?" Kale paused for a moment, hearing faint mutterings from somewhere. They followed the sound and saw Jordan, in his room, in an unhealthy state. It concerned Kale how the boy was rocking and although they wanted to say something they didnt know what.
Jay got up left the room and walked down the hall. He followed the sound and stepped into a room.
Jordan looks up with a jerk and snarls, "What do you want?"
Kale shrugged, keeping his eyes on the boy. "I was going to ask if you were okay, I didn't mean to come across as rude earlier, but it's clear you are certainly not okay, and for an entirely different reason."
"want to sneak out with us?" Jay asked looking in what he hoped was the correct direction.
Jordan freezes for a moment, "Sneak out?"
"yeah maybe." Don't know how though.