John walked towards the building that he would now be stationed at. He had his backpack and helmet on. He carried his M1 Garand in his left hand at shoulder arms. In his OD cargos and MASH t-shirt, more marching than walking with his boots slapping into the ground at every step, it might have looked to the average person like he was a soldier. Of course this was also assuming they could see the gun that wasn't really there and didn't know the purpose of the building to which he was heading.

John was focussing mainly on two things. One, the door. Two, the cadence he was beating out with is steel-toed boots. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4. He did his best to keep it at a steady even pace. That was all he was focusing on. He was vaguely aware of a family getting out of their vehicle. He didn't pay them any attention though. He was already stressed enough, the last thing he needed was people. Suddenly he hear a shout. He spun, bringing his rifle into a position that he would be ready to fire. That was when the rock flew past his head. With out thinking, he threw himself to a prone position, hearing the glass shatter behind him. Looking down the sights of his rifle at the family. The parents looked really angry, but John couldn't see the girls face since her back was turned to him now. Warily getting up, he looked around, finger on the trigger, his thumb ready to throw off the safety. There didn't appear to be any kraughts around, but it was never good to take chance.

((LDSJediMaster, where exactly are you? Sorry just a tiny bit confused lol))

Evalin smiled at Billy, although he looked a little uncomfortable just sitting there.
Evalin briefly wondered why he never said anything- and then it hit her that maybe he couldn't.
"Can you speak Billy...?" She asked curiously, strolling towards the wall with the photograph on it, staring always at the people in the pictre, as if by looking at it long enough she could almost bring them to life.
Yeah, in her dreams.

Skylar stalked into the building, ignoring the broken window. “What are you looking at, creep?” she asked angrily, glaring at the man standing just inside with a steel helmet on his head.
“Erin! What are you doing? Don’t be so rude young lady!” her father snapped.
“I’ll be as rude as I damn well please!”
Sighing, Erin’s mother walked past both of them and up to the front desk. “We’re here to sign in our daughter, Erin Hills. We don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s becoming unbearable,” she explained.
“What’s wrong with me? Wrong?! There’s nothing bloody wrong with me! I’m fine! It’s you that’s got something wrong with you!!” Skylar shouted at the woman’s back.
She watched her daughter then turned back to the woman behind the desk. “Could we do this quickly please?”
“Of course ma’am,” she smiled politely. Placing a clipboard on the surface in front of her she pointed to a dotted line and said, “just sign here and we’ll take her in.”

Evalin turned after not recieving any answer from Billy.
Something didn't match, if he couldn't talk he could have nodded or shook his head or something- maybe it was because he didn't WANT to talk...
"Don't you like to talk Billy?" She asked, cocking her head to one side with a smile on her face as she watched him.

(Outside with Erin)

John looked around the surrounding area once more as the family passed. He ignored the girl's rude statement as she passed. Some times it was better not to react. Not to mention he doubted she would be much of a threat. Shooting of a few rounds into the air to scare of any Kraughts that might have been lurking around, a few non-existant rounds against a few non-existant Kraughts, he followed them in. He walked up to the front desk, going to the receptionist next to the family. "I've got orders saying that I'm supposed to be stationed here, ma'am" He said politely, pulling out some folded paperwork from his pockets. His parents had decided that it would be easier on all of them if they weren't here for this. "Well Mr. Williams, everything seems to be in order," the receptionist said typing a few things into the computer and filing away the paperwork. "If you will give me your bag, we'll have it checked and sent to your room." John handed it over with out question. This was to be expected. "Now if you would go sit down in one of those chairs, one of our caretakers will come and give you a brief tour of our facilities." Nodding, John grabbed his rifle and went to sit down. The young women next to him seemed to be very unhappy about her current situation and was being quite vocal about it. Johns head twitched invoulantarily. He hated yelling.

((ahh thanks ^^))

Evalin waited for Billy's reply but was left talking to herself.
Evalin pursed her lips.
"Okay." She said with a shrug," You don't wanna talk, you don't have to, but you could at least nod or something- I'm your friend Billy, it's not like i'm going to hurt you or try and trick you or anything." She said quietly, looking at her scarred wrists the whole time, tracing the faded white lines that had once been deep cuts.

Resigned to not being able to change her parents’ minds about bringing her to this imposing building. She watched the man with the steel hat out of the corner of her eye as her mother signed the papers, condemning her to life as a loon.
After he’d sat down on one of the grey plastic chairs next to the wall, Roseanne approached him.
“Hi. I’m Roseanne. What’s your name? Why are you here? I’m here cos my parents think I’m crazy,” she said, not waiting for answers. Sticking her hand out Roseanne waited for him to shake it.

John blinked in surprise as the girl sat down and started talking to him. She wasn't shouting now at least. "I'm John. PFC John Williams. My COs decided that this would be a good place for me to be stationed next. They probably thing I'm nuts too." John started to bounce his leg up and down. It was tick of his. If he was sitting down his leg always ended up bouncing. Now that he was sitting, stress started coming back. He started to shake, and jerk his head. Deep down he knew he was crazy. That was just the way he was. It was easier to accept it than to try and resist. Besides, it was funner than to be crazy.

Jon sighed. Riku had gone from breakdown to better and now he was headed in a depressingly negative direction. The patient was a rambling mess and Jon was still unable to think. Then he gave another sigh, more of relief, when his connection to the boy was discontinued. oh thank god, it was like he was choking me. Jon thought, now that his eloquency had sufficiently returned.
"Riku, look at me. Then look all around you. Everyone you can see is trained to protect you. Before they were hired, me included, we were all interviewed under the strictest environments, they did background checks, psycology tests, IQ tests, psyc-screening, indentity checks... Basically everyone you can see are people who are who they say they are. They don't lie. They're good people. They want to help you, and they've gone through hell to get the chance to help. Please tell me Riku, who are you scared of? Can you tell me why you think they could get in here?"

Jonathan felt that his speech may have been a little long for the attention span of most patients in Stanley, but he was pretty sure it was everything Riku needed to hear. Even if a large part was a lie for the sake of a boy trapped in the throws of paranoia.

Riku stiffened slightly once Jon mentioned that there were more people and that instantly became the topic for the rambling teen. "More... people? Where? I don't... Not here. No one. You, yes. You. But no one... no one else." Gold eyes shot around the hallway as though desperately looking for something but they finally settled back on the man before him. His grip around his head loosened as he pondered the final two questions he had just managed to catch.

"Who? Them! Themthemthemthemthem... Them," Riku released his head as he repeatedly said the same word over and over. He didn't have the slightest idea just who they were. He just knew that he was being hunted. Chased down like an animal only to be caught in a trap and... Riku's eyes unfocused as he continued to stare ahead, still mumbling the same word until he stopped suddenly.

For several moments he simply lay in the same position with his arms curled against his chest before something in his head clicked and all gears started working full speed. Riku launched himself forward and grabbed Jon by the scruff of the shirt. "Walls? Barrier?!" he shouted, the panic in his voice quite visible and there was much more than earlier. "There- there's walls? Protecting? Fence! Electric fence! Is there...? Guards? Lots... Yes! Guards! Lotsandlotsofguards!" His face was barely an inch away from Jon's but he was oblivious to the fact. All he knew was that there absolutely had to be something protecting the building or else he would dive off the cliff to insanity.

Summer felt relieved as Jon dealt with the situation - quite well. He seemed to have a handle on things, although she had caught the look on his face that had relaxed the second Riku released him. Guy doesn't like contact.. she thought to herself. What kind of shrink doesn't like contact?

She smiled reasurringly at Lee, and then jumped about a foot in the air as she saw Riku lunge at Jon out of the corner of her eye. "Jesus," she whispered, trying to restart her heart. Summer didn't really like sudden, unexpected movements, and often reacted to them as if someone had just shot a bullet at her. Riku had totally lost it now, screaming in Jon's face about electric fences. She glanced at Lee, not really sure how he would take this turn of events. "You want to get out of here or anything?" she asked hopefully. She didn't want to stick around to see what would happen, - especially if Riku decided to attack them next - but she didn't particularly want to leave Lee to deal with this on his own.

Lee nodded his head slowly. But he couldn't move, turning away from the commotion Lee looked at the floor. In an attempt to calm himself down so he wouldn't get upset, Lee counted to ten slowly, without making a sound echo from his lips he moved then in sync with the counting in his head. Tensing and releasing his hand slowly he resisted the annoying urge to bite his hand.

(sorry for the shortness,lack of inspiration)

Adalay sat on the couch, she's been waiting for her doctore to come in for a good ten minuets and she was starting to get bored. She looked around trying to think of ways to amuse herself.
"You could throw that TV out the window. They all treat you like a kid so why don't you act like one?" Cassie's voice said in her head. Adalay thought about it for a moment but was interrupted by a nurse coming to check on her. She sighed and decided to wait just a little longer.

Cassandra was entirely catatonic, she where still bruised but stitched up and pretty healthy physically. She had shut down and didn't speak. She didn't even notice when the car stopped and she where led inside. The arrangement where already made and she where led into a public room, she didn't know where she was but there where some other people there. The crowd where pretty thin but Cassandra couldn't care less. She had no place anywhere, especially not here. It was dangerous. For everyone.

Roseanne sat and watched him bouncing his leg up and down for a moment. “Don’t talk much do you?” she asked.
She looked up as her mother approached. “You’re safe here Erin,” she told her. “Completely. They’ll take better care of you than we ever could.”
“I hate you,” Roseanne whispered. Then, “I hate you! Get away from me you bitch! I hate you!!” She was screaming, tears streaming from her eyes.
Her mother gasped at her outburst and turned towards her father. He simply shook his head and headed towards the door, with not so much as a backwards glance.
Shannon sent a pleading look to her mother, “Please….”
But she simply turned and followed her husband.
“Heartless bitch," Skylar muttered, turning and slumping into her chair again.

Kyo Itsumi had been sitting around in another room, unnoticed. He fiddled with his hair and looked around to see whether there were any Carers around. There didn't seem to be any, but they probably were there anyway. They could be thinking anything......... Most likely that they didn't want him to cause chaos or committ suicide. He was sure he definately valued his life.... but couldn't protect himself anymore.... He would be attacked and injured, sent to hospital or even killed. To him, nobody around here could be trusted. They would keep him here so his life would end up meaning nothing or they would find a way to get rid of him. He was sure of it. Kyo remembered his parents and instantly started crying quietly to himself. They would be missing him more than ever. Two years in this old dump, so far. If he stayed here, it would drive him clinically insane.
Kyo was kinda bored because nobody speaks to him that often, even though he has decided he will start speaking to other people. Maybe he's been avoiding people and hasn't noticed yet. He held his knees up to his chest and rested his head sideways on his knees. He was wearing his favourite clothes, a black t-shirt with a logo on it and jeans, along with his cap. He had decided that he would probably go mad from the blinding whiteness all around him.

Adalay gave up waiting for her doctor and wandered down the corridor. The lights made her skin almost translucent, her pale hair falling around her shoulders. She played with the white ribbon hanging from the bracelet around her wrist before coming across a boy. Just sat in a corner crying. She padded over to him(she hadn't bothered putting on shoes) and sat next to him. She didn't say anything, just sat there, her red knee legnth dress pulled over her feet. For once she ignored the voices in her head, ignored Cassie telling her to poke him and run away and ignored the urge to hug him, figuring he wouldn't like that. Instead she just sat and drew patterens on the floor with her finger.