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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

(oki den??? srry if my quality is terrible, i'm like half-dead rn)
Leon was lazily walking down the hall to his room, so he could figure out who he was paired to be with. He swung open the door to his room and didn't even bother to look around as he flopped down on the couch.

"Oh good. You're not dead yet," Juniper commented as Leon, yes, that was definitely his name, fell onto the couch dramtically.
"How was therapy?"

"Terrible, I want to sleep." He said.

"Sleep? Sleep is boring. You know what isn't? Making a map of the ventilation system so we can jump out and scare people whenever we want," She looked at him expectantly, hoping he understood that this was not just an example, but an invitation.

"Yea, no. Not happening, I don't want to get in trouble." He said as sat up and looked at her.

"But it would be so much more fun than sitting here. Getting in trouble is exciting. Or, at least it's something. Something besides boring."

"You know that people can have fun without getting into trouble, right?"

"Fun. What is fun? I don't need fun. I need a different set of surroundings or a task to complete. I need it so I don't go insane." Then Juniper thought of the irony in that sentence. She was worried about going insane while she was in a mental hospital. Someone needs to step up their game.

"Then you can scare other people yourself, but i'm not joining."

"Fine, just trying to make sure you get a healthy dose of mental stimuli." Juniper got up and left. That had not gone the way she had predicted. Scratch that experiment, she wasn't tall enough to reach the vents by herself.

"if you can reach the vents."

She grumbled in reply. Leon was taller than her, the only aspect of his superiority. But how many times had that trumped her intellect and manipulation skills? Just this once, hopefully. She trampled down the halls, looking for a vent low enough and big enough. All the large vents were near the roof. Where could she find a ladder?

Leon looked out the door and saw Juniper struggling to find a vent low enough for her, "Do you want me to help you get into a vent?"

"Yes." Juniper knew most people thought she would never accept help, that she thought she was above that. But that's a lie, accepting help just speeds up the investigation and not accepting it slows results for absolutely no purpose.

"Okay then, you should try to get into a vent in our room so no one sees you."

Heather fully woke up a few hours after. She had heard some of the things going on around her while she was asleep. She heard a fight, but she was too weak to stand up and she didn't want to be a part of it without being at her strongest. She loved fighting. And, apparently, so did her roomates here. She wondered how they were when the fought. She thought that everyone was different when the fight. The calm and shy one often are the most violent, and the sarcastic and confident often become scared. She loved watching people fight almost as much as she loved fighting.
She sat on her bed and looked around. The girl… She seemed awfully quiet considering how direct and sarcastic she was before. Maybe she was sleeping. Heather wasn't sure. And the autistic kid… James ? He was in a corner, but Heather couldn't quite realise if he was also sleeping or not.
Now that she had rested, she felt ready to do something. But those two didn't seem up to it… She was craving a cigarette, but she knew she wasn't alowed to go out… She went through her bag to find a pack and a lighter. She hid them in her bra ; it was impossible to notice them under her sweater. When she arrived in front of security, she tried to look ill.
"Hi. Could I go out for a minute ?", she said, holding her stomach like she was about to puke.
"Why ?"
"I'm not feeling very well…"
The woman at the reception sighed. "Just… stay on that balcony and come back quickly."
"Thanks Mam' !" Heather said, suddenly not so sick.
She hurried out and immediately lit a cigarette.