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 Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 12:35 pm
 Ah, the cafeteria. He kept himself as quiet as he could ,even here in this social place. Hands moved over his food and plastic ware, arranging things. Each food article was separated from the other, and they didn't dare touch, even potatoes were spooned into a neat little heap. And then the plastic-ware was organized in two neat rows. Red ears hung from under his black and white cap like a length of hair, his body bent carefully over his tray. The boy's green eyes were intent, and he seemed so frightened to speak to any other. Well, fright wasn't quite the right word…More…Reluctant.
He was really tired of people, especially these 'doctors'. God DAMMIT, wasn't he ever allowed a moment of peace? This place, to the Experiment, felt like a prison (hell that's what it was.), and every moment inside made his head race. Would he eventually go insane? That's what he hoped for. Insanity would mean that he wouldn't REALLY have to feel all this any more…not really. Because in his mind, insanity was an excuse to run away from all of this, into his own little world. Toying with a string on his jacket, the bunny studied his food, making sure everything was perfect.
Then he just sat back. Instead of eating, he sat there, watching his food. Who wanted messed up food? Well…Okay, most normal people. But….He'd made it so neat and pretty. Why would he corrupt that with….well, by eating it? It didn't make any sense at all. Glancing about, rather protective of his masterpiece, Catxohyl Nieve-Baker found himself grumbling, "They better not touch it....It's not supposed to touch."
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:35 am
 Glancing around the cafeteria, Charlie Brook felt as if he were in a high school cafeteria just like those occasional T.V shows that they allowed the patients to watch during recreational time. Every single table seemed as if it was grouped by what kind of stereotype you were. Even here in an asylum, you had your jocks, your nerds, your goths, your skaters, your preps... all the stereotypes you would expect to find in a normal teenage high school. The only real difference was the fact that they were all a bit ... not normal. Charlie himself for example may have looked normal on the outside, but he was actually just as strange as everyone else. The scarf around his neck, it was a sort of memory container. If he did not have his scarf on, he wouldn't be able to keep any sort of memory for more than 3 seconds. As a young child, Charlie had gotten into a sort of accident that had left his brain injured making him unable to retain memory. When Charlie was given a scarf by his grandmother though, he was suddenly able to remember again. Although he didn't remember any old memories before he had the scarf, he at least was able to retain the new ones. It was odd and unexplainable, but at least it worked.
Charlie tugged at his scarf nervously as he held his tray with his other hand. He didn't really fit well into any of these stereotype groups and aside from that it seemed as if almost every single table was full. As Charlie was about to give up hope and just sit on the floor like a lot of the other patients, he spotted a single table with a boy that sat all by himself. Although the boy seemed a bit peculiar with his black cap and strange hairstyle, Charlie decided that he looked a bit alone so perhaps he wouldn't mind a little bit of company. Besides, it gave him a chance to make a new friend since the entire month he had been here he hadn't really made any actual friends.
Charlie cautiously crossed the room and approached the table where the boy sat. As he neared the table he stood at a slight distance examining him as he arranged his utensils neatly. An OCD problem perhaps? It didn't matter, they were all strange here so strangeness was considered as normal at the Asylum. Charlie waited a few more moments until he thought the boy was finished before taking a deep breath and approaching him, "Hi ... my name's Charlie. Do you mind if I sit here with you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:22 pm
Cat peeked up at Charlie, with those bright green eyes, frowning slightly. He poked at his food slightly, and let out a low murr of a sound. Those ears twitched, and he sighed, "Sure. Sit....whatever. He was slightly irritated by the fact that everything seemed so dark, even during the middle of the day. Lunch was even one of those things that started to irritate his taste buds after a while. Face it, the food was disgusting. You'd think they'd try to take care of the patients, but no....no no no. God forbid. It was just as bad as back in the government institution. Jerks.
The thought of them had the bunny boy stabbing at what looked like peas with his fork, hard. His mind got away from him sometimes. When he looked back up at Charlie, his eyes were curious, "....I'm Catxohyl. You are?" Why not try to offer a friendly hand. It wasn't like his siblings were here to help him....not even though he wanted them there....Genesis and Matteus...His twins. They were triplets, separated in that damn government facility so long ago. Not like he'd forget...
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 1:03 pm
Charlie tilted his head curiously at Cat before giving a small smile and sitting down in the seat on the opposite side of the table, watching Cat poke at his food grudgingly. Charlie wondered what was going through the other boy's mind as picked up his slightly dirty looking fork and poked at his own food too. Charlie had only been here for awhile and he was already starting to dislike the food as well. He barely even ate any of it except maybe the bread which looked the most moderately sanitary and edible out of the things on his tray.
When the other boy finally spoke after an awkward while of silence, Charlie jumped a bit in his seat. Charlie smiled warmly, "Catxohyl...? That's a peculiar name. I like it. I'm Charlie, Charlie Brooks." Charlie had already told Cat his name earlier but he guessed that the boy hadn't heard him while he was busy stabbing at his food like he was trying to murder it. Charlie tugged at the scarf around his neck as he often did when he was nervous and extended his hand out to Cat for a handshake.
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