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The patients are all loosely watched as they walk through the corridors. No one is at gunpoint in this section. The corridors are generally white and clean.

Willow liked it here the best. She liked that she could see almost see her reflection in the white tiles. She liked that the walls were cleaner than a fresh sheet of typing paper. They weren't stained with god knows what down by medical ward. Willow cringed at the thought of a patient dragging her bloody wrist across the wall, droplets of red falling on the tiles, impurities on the once clean floor.

She shook that kind of thinking away. She couldn't have a panic attack here. Not when she had a perfect record. She inhaled through her nose, and exhaled through her mouth, just like her therapist told her to do.

Ana trailed her finger along the pristine-looking walls of the corridor. She brought her finger away from the wall and in front of her eyes. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bit of dust she'd picked up along the way.
Obscene. Vile. Disgusting. Foul.

Ana's finger shook with the effort of containing her horror. "No..." She knotted her fingers up in her already quite tangled mop of hair, whimpering rather loudly. Suddenly realizing where she'd just put her defiled finger, she inhaled sharply and stuck the offending hand out at a distance from the rest of her body.

Her nails were an absolute mess; she'd picked at them to the point where they barely even resembled nails anymore. Her skin was marked up and down with small scabs from where she'd plucked at it. Ana stared at her arm, rather entranced by the sight.

Even though the people in the common ground corridor were insane, Willow was glad that she was not the only one. There was something oddly comforting in whimpers, moans and soft mutters of the patients. It meant that Willow was not the only crazy one. She gave a short wave to a girl who was staring at her fingernails with a panicked look in her eyes.

"You ok?" Willow asked, not making eye contact. She cursed at herself, and brought her big black eyes to the girl. Her therapist told her over and over again: "Make eye contact. It comes off as untrustworthy to other people when you don't." She wasn't sure how that was so; she distrusted plenty of people who made eye contact with her.

Ana brought her hand back towards her head; slowly, ever so slowly. She opened her mouth in an "o"-shape and gently puffed on her finger.

Noticing the other girl staring at her, Ana averted her eyes. She didn't like scaring - it absolutely terrified her.

"Wimp." The voices in her head could be so juvenile at times. "Shut up," she hissed under her breath.

Annnndd Willow had frightened her. She quickly looked away, then looked back at her when she heard the girl say shut up. "Sorry. Just asking." Willow pushed back a black lock of her hair. Dang, she really needed some shampoo. She resumed staring at the pretty white floors.

Ana glanced at the other girl out of the corner of her eye, unsure of what to say. She hadn't been talking to Willow, but all the same, someone else thought she was mad at them.
"Idiot. Can't do anything right."
"Leave me alone," Ana growled, looking accusingly at the ceiling. "I don't need your god**n opinion on every f*cking thing I do, sh*t bag. Piss off."

Willow looked around, keeping her gaze low. "Don't shout. A guard will come." She whispered. The last thing she wanted was to go back in her unclean cell. "Just breath." She said quietly, not knowing she might be unhelpful. "In through your nose out through your mouth."

((Sorry for the short posts, I'm pretty tired))

((It's fine. I won't be responding for a good 9 or 10 hours, though.))

((Haha that's completely ok))

((I was trying to wait to get back to my computer before I started trying to reply, but apparently the people on my bus are incompetent, so I'll start now.))

Ana inhaled slowly, then exhaled. It did nothing to calm her, but perhaps it provided a solace for the other girl. She ran her tongue across her top row of teeth, smirking. “'Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.'” Her voice was lowered considerably in compliance with Willow's request. "It's John Green," she stage-whispered, and, finding her statement particularly amusing, giggled maniacally.

((I hate when that happens -_-))

Willow smiled at her giggling fit. It was the crazy kind, but the not crazy crazy kind; which was the kind psychopaths did before seconds before killing someone. "That is a very long quote, and very true." Willow remarked, nodding. "Why did you memorize it?" She asked, the ever practical girl. She was unaware that she might be offending Ana, but her bluntness could not be helped.

"You see things; and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?'" Truthfully, Ana had no real responses of her own, so she opted to choose ones that were already formulated; the way they just sat on the page was practically begging for her usage. Either way, her method of communication was unorthodox indeed. "George Bernard Shaw. Later adapted for usage by Robert Francis Kennedy. Either way -" Ana dragged a finger across her neck, sticking her tongue our as if miming death.

"Yes." Willow nodded, having no idea what she was talking about. She wondered if the girl just spoke in quotes, like a walking Wikepeidia. There sure were some interesting people here. Willow tested her theory. "What is your name?" She asked, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Ana hated personal questions. Absolutely no way around them, because that person would just continue to ask if you didn't answer. Over and over and over again.
"Maybe if you would just learn to answer them the first time they asked, you impolite b*stard."
Ana lowered her hands stiffly to her sides, clenching her fists tightly, trying to ignore those stupid, overly critical, voices. It wasn't working. Maybe if she answered the girl's question, the girl would talk and 'they' would leave temporarily. "Anamaria. Spanish origin. 'Grace' or 'favor'. Call me that and you'll end up like Kennedy. Like they will if they don't leave me the f*ck alone!"

Suddenly it clicked, and Willow was embarrassed at how long it took her to realize that the girl was skitzo. All the 'they's' and soft muttering...wow. Willow immediately found her fascinating. "If you don't want me to call you Anamaria, what would you like me to call you?" She asked carefully, cocking her head in a questioning pose. A little voice in Willow warned her not to provoke her further, but as per usual, Willow stomped that little voice out. "Is Ana ok?"

"'What's in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any name would smell as sweet.' Shakespeare." Ana recited. "F*ck Shakespeare / Names are images / Society needs an image / Society is sh*t / So is my sanity. Me," Ana added by way of answer.

((Sorry if Ana's thoughts are coming across as confusing.Part of her particular disorder is fragmented speech, where she talks in a way that's supposed to be a bit difficult to follow.))

((Don't be sorry, I think its great XD))

Willow opened her cracked lips to respond, then closed them. She struggled for the appropriate answer to whatever Anamaria/Ana was saying. All she ended up coming up with was: "Ahhh ok." And a bit of shuffling around. "I liked the last part, about sanity."

"Well, you need a bit of insanity to do great things - Henry Rollins." The corner of Ana's mouth quirked up. "Must make us f*cking amazing!"
"Yes, take the word of a perfectly sane person to mark your greatness. Always knew you weren't too bright."
Ana curled her mouth upwards in distaste. "Never liked Rollins." Suddenly, she noticed - or at least, thought she did - some sort of bug buzzing around the other girl's head. She began to swat at it. However, there was no bug or anything remotely similar present, so Ana simply appeared to be smacking thin air.

((Sorry, yesterday was crazy.))

Willow laughed at Ana's second sentence, even as her expression soured. Actual humor was rare in the asylum. There were only weirdos who occasionally did funny things without knowing they would be funny. So Willow kept laughing, that is until Ana swatted something around her head. Willow backed away in alarm. "Umm.. what are you doing?"

((It's fine!))
Ana realized that the thing she'd been attempting to kill was a creation all her own. She placed her hands forcefully by her sides, beginning to pick at one of the many scabs on her arms. "Da*n medication gone to sh*t. F*cking dandy," she muttered.
"Might help if you actually took the medication, sweetheart."
"A*s-wipe."

"That's alright." Willow glanced around the hall, then lowered her voice. "I don't take my medication. It makes me sleepy." She didn't know why she was sharing her small act of rebellion with a skitzo.

Ana continued to pick at the scab until she'd completely peeled it off. Blood welled up in the spot where the scab had just been, and Ana placed a hand over the bleeding area in an attempt to slow the blood flow. Using her pointer finger from the hand she had clamped over her bleeding her arm, Ana began to scratch at a 'clean' spot.

"Oh, oh no please don't do that." Dumbly, Willow reached over to smack Ana's hand away from picking at the scar. Blood didn't disturb her, not anymore. Not since being in the asylum for a year. Bur she was sick of it, and she did not want her lovely... What time was it, afternoon? Evening? Time could never be told when everything was whitewashed.

Ana hissed rather cat-like, yanking her arm away from Willow. "Haphephobia: fear of touching or being touched," she recited. "Hands off. Dermatillomania: the obsession of picking at one's skin." At this, she held up her arms - bleeding one included - and angled her head so her neck, and therefore all of her scars from previous incidents, were visible.
"My crimes may be less violent than everyone else's, but I sure have a helluva lot of things wrong with me, dearie."

Willow literally leaped backwards at the Ana's is. "AH!" He dry black hair fell into her face. "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness." She did what her therapist told her to; breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth. She could feel the panic inside her throat, but with a forceful hand she shoved it back into her stomach, where it would be temporarily contained. "I can tell." She said, regaining her composure.

Ana ground her teeth in frustration at how filthy her clothes and arm had become with blood. Willow's technique seemed to be working for her, and though she knew it probably wouldn't help her, Ana tried to control her breathing. "In nose, out mouth, in nose, out mouth, in nose..." she muttered repeatedly, something she found much more soothing than the actions themselves.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it!" Willow said, her voice weak. "You got it." She looked down at her hands and wondered about Ana's disease. How anyone be afraid of something she craved so much? "Feel better? Sorry for doing that."

"In nose, out mouth..." Ana continued. The repetition of words was another one of her many habits, and she was beginning to like this turn of phrase. It was a bit long, though. There had to be something Ana could do to shorten it...a neologism of sorts, perhaps.

"I'll take that as a yes." Willow sighed. "Are you my friend?" She asked, not knowing at all how the girl felt about her existence. Those kind of things mattered to Willow for some reason. She needed human contact. Someone to know she lived. It was imperative to her.

"Friends, huh?"
"They don't like it. I don't like them. Leaning in your favor," Ana answered, all the while attempting to count some of the scabs on the palm of her hand. The breathing technique hadn't done anything, but maybe the counting would. Ana liked counting; Ana enjoyed all sorts of math.

"Haha, ok." Willow smiled. Well, more like cringed at the cuts all over Ana's skin. "You know what I miss the most?" She asked, leaning against the white white wall, her ratty black hair flattening. "Windows." She turned her head towards the skitzo.

"You wouldn't know the feeling, would you? Never had a window before..."

For once, Ana could see 'their' point. Even when she'd been at home, the most sunlight she'd gotten was through the crack in the basement door. "Photomania. The obsession with light. Check," she said, miming the creation of said check mark with her hands. Ana continued with her counting.

Willow just blinked, then sighed. She was good at that; Willow believed a sigh could say more than a hundred words, so she sighed on more than many occasions. The fluorescent lights white washed her already sickly pale skin. What's white, white and white all over? She thought to herself as another patient in a white gown hobbled past. This asylum.

((Sorry for the shitty post, I'm spacing out))

"....I mean, look at me! How could she say no?" Axel insisted as he walked along beside his twin. Okay, walked was a strong word. He was practically bouncing around her, talking and then switching to the other side of Rose to continue.
"Axel." Rose finally interrupted him in her usual flat way, hardly glancing at him. "Hate to break it to you, but I don't care about your conquest- or rather, lack thereof- from two years ago." She told him. He sighed almost dramatically, but lapsed into silence. Until they passed a pretty girl walking the opposite way. He turned his head to follow her progress, but Rose punched his shoulder and he looked back forward, falling into silent step beside her.

((OMG! I didnt know u posted lol sorry! I was waiting for u to post at the request topic to see if ur ok with it))

Noah walked down the hall way with his head bowed down and his eyes narrowed to the tile floor. White. It's every were. The floor, the walls, the ceilings, the light, the clothing. Maybe that's what drove the people here crazy so they could stay longer. It was enough to make Noah a but dizzy. But luckily his mind wasn't really on the floor, just his eyes. He was thinking of that bastered boy he fought with in the cafeteria. He does he think he is! He knew that if he saw his face ever again, well he could say their wouldn't be a face on him if he got his hands on him. Without knowing he accidentally walked into two people before him.

Both of them took a step back, and Rose crossed her arms. Reaching over, Axel playfully ruffled his twin's hair. "You need to live a little, little sis." He smirked, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the boy. "See? There. He's cute. I'd do him. You should totally do him." He insisted.
Rose stopped dead in her tracks, eyes narrowing as she slowly turned to her brother. "I am not your little sister. And I am not going to 'do' anyone. Probably never. But everyone here is cracked, and I am not going to do it with a crazy person. And you'd do anyone."
"We are twins, though I don't even know who was born first. But you will always be my little sister. First of all, crazy people are the most fun to do. Second of all.... You're crazy too you know." Axel smirked at her. "And you're damn right I would. Live life to the fullest, I say."
"I do not consider being sociopathic insanity. It is an advantage not having to deal with emotions." Rose said in her flat tone, turning to start walking again. Axel being Axel, he pushed his sister back against Noah.

((No worries! :3))

Noah quickly moved to catch the girl who was pushed into him, getting his thoughts lost. He helped her back up and looked down to him then to the dude next to her then back to her. He had heard them speaking but their voices were just a noise in the background. "Ugh... You ok?" He asks her. How did she even trip? Maybe she was bushed. He could tell by the smirk on the dudes face that he was happy about her fall. That was stupid, or weird, or whatever it would be known to people. But even though he was with them, he wasn't with them. He felt lost, confused, but mostly mad.

Rose's eyes narrowed, and she stood up straighter, jerking back from him. "Fine." She said shortly, whirling around to Axel.
"See? He likes you! He's nice! He'd totally do you!" Axel crowed, grinning at her devilishly. He raised an eyebrow at Noah and leaned toward him, mockingly conspiratorial. "What do you think? Is my little sister hot enough?" Rose snarled at her brother, definitely displeased. But she could not truly feel anger.

Noah pulled his hands away after the way she pulled herself away. Was she disgusted by the fact that he caught her? He glanced at the boy and started to wonder who was he, along with the girl. And of all things why would he say that. He didn't want to do this girl. Noah's eyes quickly scan her slim body, taking in her tan skin, green eyes and brown hair. Now that he thought about it he didn't think it was a bad idea.

He quickly shook that thought out of his mind. No, he told himself. He knew that was wrong. He wouldn't do that anymore. "No thanks" he said to the guy who happen to be her big brother. He actually thought he was her boyfriend or something. "I'm not like that dude" he stepped back, a blanks expression on his face.

"Everyone is, deep inside." Axel nodded knowingly, nudging Noah with his elbow. "I'm Axel, you're friendly neighborhood studly manwhore. Rose is my psychopathic little sister who does not like socializing." he said cheerfully. He'd been introduced to people with them bing called a psycho before the asylum. But in it? He wasn't lying when he said his sister was a psycho. However, he didn't want to hurt Rose. He just knew that she needed to socialize more.
"Twin sister. And I am not going to do it with anyone, and most especially not someone from the looney bin." Rose said flatly, glancing at Noah. It wasn't anything personal against him, she just didn't understand why her brother teased and taunted her so much. Reflecting, she realized it was probably her lack of emotions that made her reactions so amusing to him.
"You, little sister, need to lighten up. The most you've done is kissing and that was only as a distraction." Axel pouted, "And I'm sure our new friend here is great! Talk to him at least? For me?" He turned to Noah, "Talk to her at least? For me?"

((I know I put sociopath earlier I screwed up there xD))

He watched as the two argued. How did he get himself between their fight? Maybe he should just turn around and leave since he wasn't in the mood to anything at all really. But he couldn't, now that Axel was asking him something. "I don't want to be rude" he starts, but he maybe wanted to actually if this dude didn't stop talking about doing it. He didn't think the girl was bad but he didn't like her. Besides she wouldn't want him. She said it herself. "I don't do anyone" he tells him with a shrug. "so no thanks" he tells him. He didn't want to talk to her if their was no use, not even for him.

((Its ok^•^ and also i hope its ok if scout joins in with her girl sia. Maybe she could end up talking to axel if u want))

"Apologies for my brother's lack of tact." Rose said in her flat way, turning to face Noah. Despite Axel's annoyingness, he was still her brother. It couldn't hurt to talk. Besides, maybe then he'd get off her back. "As he said, I am Rose. You are...?" One eyebrow rose pointedly at him as she waited for him to speak. Axel cackled in triumph, and without even turning to look Rose moved her foot and kicked him hard in the knee, making her brother stumble and curse, but his puppeteer grin never faded.

((Fine by me :3 Anyone even semi attractive and Axel gets distracted.))

((Boo! :3 ))

Sia was minding her own business, strolling down the corridor away from the lounge room. Her hands were shoved into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized grey hoodie. She was whistling softly to herself, a simple tune that she forgot the name of. Sia pulled her hair back into a messy bun prior to leaving the lounge, after negotiating with a guard to give her a hair elastic. Sia's whistling halted at the commotion at the end of the hall; three people stood together and one kicked the other quite hard. Sia gasped softly and began to walk backward, away from the small crowd. "Shit, sorry.." She muttered, turning away from the group. The last thing she wanted to do was intrude on a sketchy scene.