Vaughn’s eyes narrowed as he watched the stranger mess with the lock. He scoffed to himself, seeing no point. He had been in that place long enough. There was no use in escaping. He swung his legs up onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Still staring through the small window, Lonan hummed to himself as he watched all the drama.
Feran:
Feran is in the hallway again. White hallway. White doors. White floors. Black windows. Laminated tile. Toph laughed. Guess you can't break off a bit and kill yourself, canya? Do the world a favor an all. Shaking his head like he always does, Feran tries to get rid of the voices. It doesn't work. It never works. Seeing others in the hallway, white doors open. Walking over and knocking best he can. Soundproof doors.
(ayy Ca1 you should totally join my lab/asylum rp bc we need one more personnn)
Sylvan, or Edgar for now, singing a cordial Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with meee..
(GIMME A LINK PLS)
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) sat down on a bench and watched the people pass. Everyone here seems ridiculous.
The doors finnay opened as a man walked him, he was tall and blondwith ice blue eyes.
“I won’t touch you.” He said simply, walking away from the door so Lonan had room, “But you must come out, you’ve been cramped in here for too long.”
Nodded, Lonan took his time as he exited the room. With no jacket or chains on he felt like he lost his armor, even tho thought where the things holding him back.
Sylvan shuffled back to his door, becoming bored. He began to start messing with it, trying to get out.
Shuffling away from to the doctor, Lonan found himself trapped in a corner. It felt good, but at the same time it felt like people could easily get to him and attack, or the other way around.
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) stood and wandered around the room that was teaming with people. He ran into someone and apologized even though he really did not care about them.
Pulling up a chair, Lonan placed it in front of him, just so he would have some sort of barricade to protect himself. Glancing around, he vision when all fuzzy, then back to normal, then to fuzzy again. Bad eye sighed was one of his issues.
"Hello?" Sylvan called. His over-hyper persona had melted away back into normalcy, just usual Sylvan now.
Everything felt cold to the touch, even the chair that guarded Lonan felt like ice. He just wanted to go, hide somewhere warm away from another human being.
R.I.P
Sigh