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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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"What's your name?" Ellen asked.

"This place gives me a lack of neural stimuli leading to a constant psychological state of dissatisfaction and disinterest," Juniper announced disgustedly.
"Yeah, we get it, you're bored," Leon grumbled, slouching into the corner of the couch. Dr. Robin clutched her clipboard more tightly, annoyed that Leon knew what that meant and she- the PhD holder- did not.

She didn't want to answer, but she felt obligated to. "I'm Heather", she soflty said.
She wondered why both of them were here. Had they tried to kill themselves, like her ? She wasn't sure. She tried to look at their wrists before thinking that, even if she saw something, it wouldn't mean anything. She discretly looked at her own wrists. They were covered by her thick black sweater… But she knows what was under it and it was like the scars were coming out of the fabric. She looked away.

"She is Heather," James said as if to take a mental note.

Ellen nodded, fidgeting. The near silence was making her antsy. Silence was always followed by yelling. She cleared her throat nervously.

"Someone should talk," James interrupted the silence.

Heather smiled at the guy's comment. She couldn't remember the last time someone said her name… She had forgot how it sounded in other people's voice.
Suddenly, Heather felt dizzy. That happened to her quite often. Sometimes, she would even faint. But she was sitting on a bed so there wasn't any chance she'd actually faint. Without paying attention to the other two in the room, she lay down and turned so her face would face the wall. Her vision was blurry and she knew she was going to fall asleep, like she often did. She was always tired… Falling asleep wasn't a pleasure for her : it was a curse.

(And, like my dear Heather, I'm gonna go to sleep… :3 It's really late were I live, I'm sorry… I'll be back tomorrow if you still want me tho ahah ! See you guys later !!)

"Yeah." Ellen said, turning her gaze to James. "What's it like being autistic?"

(See ya later!)

(Yup ! Looking forward what you guys come up with…)

"Autism: a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts." James recited like a dictionary.

Juniper looked at the depressed emo one. She had neglected to take account of his name, but it started with an L. Or was it El-something? She had already moved on to looking at the doctor in a lab coat. Red hair, no social life, didn't like me. A smart idiot. Juniper looked around the rest of the room, searching for something worth staying for before getting up leave.
"I'm leaving now. Bye." She exited, even though she knew the session was not over. She didn't care, there were new people arriving any second and she wanted to see how they reacted to being treated more favorably by her. She wanted to see if that would create animosity or mild confusion within the other subjects. This was going to be fun.

"Oh. Okay." Ellen glanced over at the other girl. She was asleep. Ellen leaned back against the wall, returning her gaze to James. "Got any family?"

"Yes you have family," James laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling.

(Just so you know he sometimes reacts weirdly to questions. He's saying to himself that he has family.)

(Okee)
Ellen scowled. "I was asking about you, not me."

"She was talking to you," he sighed, "Yes you have family. Mom's gone, Dad's mean. Sister's gone."

Ellen sighed. So he talked to himself. Wonderful. "Any pets?" She asked, feeling like she was interrogating him rather then chatting.

"Had a bunny, Dad didn't like my bunny." He sat up to a sitting position on the bed.

Juniper wandered happily through the halls. New people, new people, new people. What a thought! These people were getting old. Leon had already figured out her tricks and usually responded by not responding at all. What a bore! How was she supposed to get any results if he didn't react! She could try threatening him into playing along, but that might skew further testing. Besides, threats are for amateurs! She should be able to manipulate him!
But anyway, new people would be easier. Where would she find them? Their rooms? She hoped she wouldn't have to deal with them in her work space. That would ruin writing conclusions. She had done enough experiments to know how hard it is to stop humans from reading hidden words. It was their favorite pastime.

"Oh. One of the families I bunked with had a dog." She shuddered.

"A dog. Did said dog have a name?" he began to rock back and forth.

"Hello, new… people!" Juniper swung into the doorway, pleased with how today was going. She had found their room by the third try.