Aliana shrugged. She had forgotten about the essentials for so long. Way back when, people constantly reminded her to drink or eat, sometimes even sleep. She was better now, at least she had hoped so. She eventually nodded.
Venezia sighed and got up, grabbing a cup and filling it with water. She walked over to Aliana and held it out, not touching her.
(they may be back later today, dunno though)
Aliana hesitantly took the cup and drank the water. She looked to Venezia, "T-Thank you."
(Damn baking…ignore that, just had to say it lol)
“You’re welcome,” she muttered begrudgingly before flopping back down into her own bed. Her nails scratched at the fabric, tearing a small hole.
Aliana nodded. She hated the silence, especially after that, "So what do you think that was all about?"
“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Tests. Trying to turn us into lab experiments or something.”
"They mentioned mutations," Aliana mused, "Maybe we're going to become superheroes? Or supervillains. I don't want to be a villain. No one likes a villain."
“People in the Marvel fandom do,” she said, making the hole bigger. “But we wouldn’t really be those villains, I guess.”
"I guess," Aliana sighed. The memories of the needle made her shiver, "Then we'll be superheroes! Fighting back against our captors. Or something like that."
“I don’t think they’d consider that a superhero move. It’s be Fun, though.”
"Yeah it would," Aliana's mile slowly started to return, "But to us it would. Besides if we paint it in the right light, we could definitely be the superhero."
“We could. Society wouldn’t think of it like that though. We’d be labeled psychotic freak mental hospital escapees no matter what,” she said darkly, before looking down at her bed. “Oh, I’m going to need a new sheet.”
"Well what about the X-Men!" Aliana said, "They're mutants! And the people love them! It doesn't matter were psychotic freaks, that can just be our quirk!"
“Mental hospital escapees,” she repeated. “God, I hate the people here.”
"Same," Aliana said, "I don't dislike you though. You're pretty okay. You don't shove me off and call me crazy or childish."
“Thanks. You’re not so bad, though you are crazy. But I get the feeling everyone here is at least a little crazy, so I won’t hold it against you.”
(Bored. Bored. Bored. It's ok tho, I have cupcake batter still. lol)
Aliana giggled, "Duh otherwise they wouldn't be here! It's a good kind of crazy though. Well most of the time. Some people aren't the good kind."
“Yeah,” she agreed. “What are you in for, again?”
"I'm a diagnosed, honest to good, psycho. It's called psychosis and it drove me to kill a man. I'm not really complaining though," Aliana shrugged, "He was kind of a dick."
“Fun,” she said. “Like, annoying kind of dick or rapes small children kind of dick?”
"Rapes small children," Aliana said, "But the court refused to believe me about that. Called me 'mentally unstable' and said 'I remembered it wrong.' I know exactly what I saw."
“Oh, gross. Did he actually rape a small child?”
"He raped me," Aliana said simply. It was the truth. Dude raped her, took her virginity. In return once it was all said and done she stabbed him to death with a kitchen knife, "I was maybe 12 at the time."