The Apartment building was not as big as most of the other nearby buildings there in Manhatten, but it was serving its purpose, Being cleaned and prepared for the arrival of four important guests.

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The First guest was the "Raging man." He appeared alone, using his new set of keys to prepare his room and things, and sat outside on a bus bench near the entrance to the apartment building. The whole building was for the use of the four, and even then, It wasn't enough for Jack Mccoy.

The next arrival was the "shy girl", who uncomfortably made her way off the bus with half muttered appologies and pardons. She had sat in the back of the bus by the toilet with the idea of being prepaired but had over-looked the unfortunate fact that the bus would be full by the time she'd get to her stop. This left her dragging her roll-along bag by the rows of chairs and the feet of strangers while holding her shoulder bag out in front of her. Some of the people seemed to think it was her fault, that she dared to make them move their feet. She expertly dodged any glares opting instead to examine the path before her.

Takeing a deep breath of air as she finally freed herself she paused as she realized the world was a bit more blurry than expected. She noticed too late though and could only stomp her foot as the charter bus drove off. She'd be needing a new spare pair of glasses. She rummaged around in her shoulder bag while squinting in hopes of finding her other pair. What a grand day this was turning out to be already.

The third arrival happened to be The Perfectionist, a man utterly obsessed with making things perfect to a nearly impossible degree. Vincent Phantasmagoria Abbatoir had no need for taking a disgusting, putrid, crowded bus - He owned his own car. He drove his shining, brand new looking, black, Audi R8 Spyder to the parking lot. He made sure to park in a space where there was no one parked in front or to either side of him. He sighed, popping the trunk and stepping out of the car, grabbing a pair of rubber gloves from the glove compartment as he did so. He slipped the gloves on as he stepped out, closing it carefully. He opened the door to the back seat and pulled out two roll-along bags. There was another slam and he growled. "Did you put on the gloves?" A man identical to The Perfectionist laughed, different in only attire and hairstyling - This man's silver hair wasn't swept back.

The twins were perfectly identical at first glance, having the same height, hair color, eye color, skin tone - Heck, they even weighed the same, which was a miracle, since Vincent had quite the sweet tooth. Vincent wore nice black shoes, the tops half covered by the ends of black slacks. He wore a blue collared shirt with a black tie, the shirt tucked into his pants. A black belt was snaked through the belt loops of his slacks and a silver wallet chain was clipped onto one of his belt loops before hanging, the other end hiding in the depths of his pocket where it connected to his wallet. The other twin had the exact same attire, with some minor differences. Instead of nice black shoes, he wore black converse, starting to tear and break at the cloth sides. The color of the collared shirt was red instead of blue, the tie undone with the ends hanging loose, as well as the shirt untucked - much different than the other man's. Vincent's expression was serious, stern, and cold while the other twin's was playful, almost smug, and lively.

"'Course," The other man chimed. "I don't need to ruin your day before your shrink does." The twin walked around the car, hands encased with rubber gloves. "'Sides, i know you got problems with that kind of thing. Like- Serious problems." Vincent glared up at his identical twin. "No more serious then yours," he spat. "No, forgive me, that's inaccurate - Your problems are far worse, Tony. There is nothing wrong with preferring things to be in the best, more perfect state." Tony rolled his eyes. "And that's why you need a shrink." "Hardly," "You totally do, dude." "Your statement is false." Vincent gestured down to his roll-along bags, causing Tony to roll his eyes again. "Right, right." he muttered, disdainfully. "You got the keys right?" "Of course, Anthony." "Loosen up, Vince - You're gonna make other Loony friends!" "Anthony," "Okay, okay! Geez!" Tony sighed, grabbing the two roll-along bags. Vincent then closed the back doors, making sure to lock them. He walked to the trunk and took out a briefcase, filled with accessories and supplies for his instruments, Maria's case, and Marie's case. He didn't have Lilian in a separate case since the flute was in the briefcase with other various things. Vincent carried Marie's case while Maria's case was strapped onto him like a backpack - It had straps after all.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Come on, dude - You're gonna be late to the Loony party." "Anthony," "Moody today, aren't you, Vin?" "I can't believe we're twins." "The feeling is mutual Professor Perfection." The twins made their way to the building and found Vincent's room quickly. The two of them squabbled a bit more after setting the things inside. Vincent had taken care to yell and scold anyone inside cleaning about how they should be doing things, as opposed to how they were doing them now. After they both disposed of their gloves, Tony took his older brother's hand and dragged him back outside. The twins had no intention of splitting up until all the 'Loonies' had arrived and Tony had made sure his brother was settled in decently for the first day. The two remained outside, standing next to each other and talking quietly, still holding hands - Being twins was a close bond after all, no matter how much they both denied it.

It appeared to Jack that two twins had entered the building, looking rather snobbish and show-offy with their Audi. Ignoring the vehicle, he then noticed the appearance of a girl. She had just crushed her glasses while exiting a bus. Her looks weren't stunningly sexy, but she was cute, and very beautiful. He walked over and tried to help the girl, easily telling she was probably here also for the program set up by their therapist, Doctor Steven Goodstep.

"Miss?..." He asked, trying not to frighten the girl as he got rather close, but just close enough to gently take a hand. "Do you need help? It seems you've crushed your glasses. Are you here for Dr. Goodstep's therapy program?"

He stopped, and blushed at the sight of his hand on hers, even if he wasn't hurting her. "I'm Sorry. My Name's Jack Mccoy. Do you have a therapist named Dr. Goodstep?"

Lisa heard him the first time but ignored him. Telling herself that he'd just go away if she ignored him. Most people do after all. He didn't though. He walked right up though and the next thing she knew his hand was on hers! Her first instict was to bolt, just drop everything and run. She was here to fix that though. In the end what really stopped her was the fact she couldn't find her glasses. In the end running around practically blind and running into more strangers seemed less appealing. She wasn't however, all to sure how to respond.

'Dr. Goodstep!' Catching the name despite her inner despute calmed her if only a little. She opened her mouth once... twice... then finnally managed a small "umm.. yes... h-him." Despite the fact that she was talking to him she didn't look at him, not that it would have mattered if she did. The world, both near and far was a blur of color, she wouldn't even be able to pick out an eye color if she tried. Not that she would try.

Now where was she? Her spare glasses, she knew they were in the bag. Her grandma had even checked to make sure she hadn't left anything behind. Squinting at the blure that was her bag she went back to rummaging through it, pretending he wasn't there. He'll go away, they all do... now where are those blasted glasses!

"...It's not very helpful to ignore potential friends." Said Jack. "I can tell you're a nice person. Please let me help you."

He stopped her, and reached into the bag, eventually finding the item of choice, a pair of glasses that were bigger, rounder, and less stylish than the last. Jack didn't really care, as he held it in his open palm, waiting for the girl to take it. He was hoping he could get to better terms with her, seeing as she was already trying to get him to go away. He'd done similar to Lisa with plenty of people he didn't like, but most of them were douchebags and enemies. Not people he didn't know and had nothing against.

"I can be a really good guy, if you'll let me." He pleaded. "I'm not trying to bully you, or get into your pants or anything. I'm just being nice is all."

The twins watched as a man interacted with a girl nearby, Vincent managed to catch the name 'Dr. Goodstep'. "It would appear that these people might be staying in this building at well." he said, flatly. Tony laughed. "Come on, they can't be that bad! I mean, look at the girl! She's cute!" The younger twin nudged the older one. "Bet you could get in her pants easy," Abruptly, Vincent raised his other hand and smacked the younger twin across the face, although he still held the crimson twin's hand with his other. "Disgusting! I can't believe you, my twin, are so uncouth and vile." he snarled, getting angry. Tony rubbed at his sore cheek, quickly backing off a little bit - He didn't want to have to tell their parents that he left his older brother here on a bad note. "Sorry, sorry, dude. Didn't mean ta get you all riled up." Tony said, ruffling his brothers hair as if he were older. Vincent growled, allowing this to occur, for now at least. Now with his hair messed up, no longer swept back, like his brother's, they looked even more identical.

"You are a rotten, vile creature of the utmost degree of imperfection." he said. Tony sighed. "I know, i know - Sorry Vince, but you're stuck with me." Lightly, Tony playfully punched his elder brother's arm. "I can't believe I've been damned to share such a miserable existence with you." Vincent watched the two others interact, irritating growing as he noticed small imperfections. The grip on his brother's hand tightened, making Tony cringe and wince, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his crushed fingers. "Chillax, Vin! Chill pill, chill pill!" Vincent's grip loosened. "I apologize," he said, although Tony just seemed glad to be 'given permission' to keep his fingers - All five of them! Today must have been his lucky day!

The last to arrive was "The Crier." Of course she was late because she had to make sure she looked perfect. Zoie didn't want any harsh judgement on the first day. She noticed there we already people in the building. She slipped inside hoping to be unnoticed. Her nerves were very uneasy and this made her breathing become more shallow. She quickly reached into her bag pulling out her inhaler and took a puff. As she slid it back into her bag she looked around to examine the people.

The man she first noticed was helping a women who looked a little flustered and confused. 'How nice of him' She thought. She then looked over at the two twins. They also seemed a bit on edge. Zoie pulled her bags in closer to her and took a seat. She dug around in one of her bags until she found her book. She pulled out the book mark she had and began to read.

Oh now he's done it! Lisa thought as she became even more flustered, her face flushed both from his actions and words. In all honesty, she wanted to bolt faster now. After all, the nicer they are the more it would hurt if they changed their mind. As always, it was imposible. It would only gain her more attention to make a fuss of things. As she timidly accepted the glasses and slipped them on the world came back in focus. More importantly, Jack came into focus and her face burned hotter.

"I-," Startled she paused as her voice was louder than she expected, then continueing more quietly, "....sorry...and thanks. I should put these away." She gestured to her pull along. Then snagging the handle of said object she intended to walk away when one of the bags wheels desided to go on strike and leave. The wheel popped off leaving it's peg to drag hinderingly across the ground. As soon as it happend she stopped and resisted the urge to kick her suitcase. She did however mutter an offended 'you would' at the bag and pouting slightly, like it had been waiting for this moment to fail her. Glancing back at the door of the building she noticed the other three.

Weighing her options quicky Lisa figured out what would be the least embarrassing. Even if she had snubbed him, she blushed slightly and sheepishly looked over at him. "Umm, I'm Lisa Coach... sorry again, but umm..." She glanced at her bag and puffed out her cheeks in annoyance at the bag before returning her face to normal. "Could I get... your help?" He did seem nice enough, she assured herself, plus her grandma would be unhappy with her for not trying and at this point she didn't have much choice. Plus, he looked way stronger than she could ever hope to be.

Jack was annoyed at first by the look on her face. She obviously just wanted to get away. When she put on her glasses, she started to attempt speech, apologizing and thanking him. Her blushing face only made her cuter, as he had a slight shade of red himself. The Glasses, though bizarre in shape, just put her to a level of cuteness that Jack could not handle, or at least he thought. She was like the perfect girl.

Suddenly, she pulled some of her luggage, and a wheel popped off, the peg almost halting Lisa. Crouching down and picking up the busted wheel, Jack walked over, pocketing the broken part, and picking it up for her, and holding it under his right arm, but using both hands to keep it secure.

"Nice to meet you, Lisa." Smiled Jack. "I hope this isn't all you want me to do. It's not easy for me to trust people, but I have a good feeling about you."

Well she couldn't say she had that in common with him. If anything she trusted almost anyone that didn't give her a bad first impression, but that's also why she felt the need to avoid people. Jack however was making it far too easy to trust him. She felt vaguely insulted at the implication that she'd just use people, but then reminded herself that she had every intention a moment ago to bolt.

"...oh...." Was the only thing that she could think to say as she struggled between thanking him for the compliment and saying sorry again for being rude in the first place. Then something occured to her. "Wait what is wrong with you then-" she choked off her question too late, as she half immagined the rude and blunt words tossing themselves at Jack. It had just dawned on her that he had said he was here because of the doctor as well. This ment he was there for a reason, she hadn't intended to be blunt but it had surprised her. There just didn't seem to be anything wrong with him,

Jack's brows furrowed a bit from further annoyance.

"Miss Coach, could we just go inside? I think I should probably just keep to myself, and away from you..."

(Brain fart. X_X sorry for the short post.)

((it happens lol))

Stupid..... stupid stupid stupid. That came out so horribly wrong, she continued to mentally kick herself as she nodded her consent. Lisa didn't dare open her mouth now as she shamefully kept her eyes on the ground and then followed him in. She wasn't that sure on where her stuff was expected to go, but she figured with as badly as he wanted her gone now, he'd find it quickly. She focused on her shoes as if they were the only things that exsisted and hoped like crzy the three others where out of hearing range as she passed them. She didn't need all of them hating her within moments of arrival.

Jack carried her things over to the bedrooms. from there, he would have to ask her if she wanted to share a room and mix genders, or separate genders and stay in a room with the one other girl he noticed entering the building. He noticed She was keeping her eyes away from everything, and had to keep her from crashing into things.

"Well..." Began Jack. "Now you get to choose: bunk with another girl, or bunk with me." He offered.

He scratched the back of his head a moment.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked. "I thought You didn't enjoy my company."

Does he do this intentionally? Lisa complained to herself. He had reminded her basically how rude she'd been from the beginning. Then theres the awkward question for the rooming. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to stay in the same room as him, but at the same time she didn't know the other girl. Nibbling on her lower lip in thought she figured it would be best to stay in the room with him. After all she already sorta knew him and he was practically offering. On the other hand the other girl might get angry if she just moved in without asking, and she really did not want to ask.

Now how to go about this after her earlier blunder. "ummm..." she gulped, "I...guess with... youifyoudon'tmind....err I just don't normally... talk to people and most people ignore me so I didn't... " She bit her tongue to stop her rabling and tried to get to the point, "it's not your company -it's mostly anyones- but there just doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you that would require you to be here..." Lisa suddenly desided that the wall was very interesting. She wasn't used to organizing her thoughts any more.

As the others entered the building, Vincent and Tony just followed and went to go return to Vincent's room. Tony glanced at his twin, able to decipher the feelings that his brother wasn't willing to share or show. Vincent's eyes were stuck in their state of staring directly forwards, his back was straight, his head was held high - But his hands shook, he swallowed nervously, and his silver-blue eyes would close for a bit longer than a standard blink. Vincent was nervous, a bit frightened, and didn't want to be left alone. Tony sighed. Vincent wanted to be perfect - But he couldn't hide his very human emotions from people who knew him, especially his twin. "It'll all be fine, Vince." he assured his brother. Vincent glanced over with a half-hearted icy glare. "You make it sound as if i was worried." he spat, sharply. Tony sighed, his brother was such an withdrawn introvert - Maybe this program would help him. Vincent wasn't looking forward to sharing this building with such imperfect, flawed people - In fact, he was dreading.

(I guess that crams Zoie in with Vincent? XD)

Jack nodded. He was okay with the rooming she decided on. He also nodded and went 'Ahh.' at her explanation of her bizarre nature. He understood this, because once he'd left school, similar had happened to him. He decided he could tell her a bit about himself.

"Since you admitted you have a problem being shy, I might as well just say I had a problem controlling my temper, and at the same time, I start feeling really violent, but I learned to control it. It's just ever since I learned the truth about people years back, how they can be terrible deep down, I picked my friends carefully. But it was worth it. The few ones I had were great."

He laid the suitcase down on the bed, and noted how there was one big bed for two...

"...I'll just sleep on the floor, or that couch there." He gestured, pointing to a couch that happened to be in the bedroom. Here, Let me leave the room so you can change or something..."

And he walked out, feeling as if he didn't do well...

Zoie noticed that everyone was starting to go find their rooms. She put her book back in the bag and started gathering all her things. As she moved down the hall way she passed by the first room. The door was slightly open so she peeked in. The man and women she had seen earlier were in there talking. "Well I guess this room is full." She smiled and continued walking. Most of the other rooms were locked or were not bed rooms. When she finally came to another bed room the door was closed. She opened the door and saw the twins. She let out a long sigh. "Well I guess this one is taken to. Do you guy by chance know where another room is?" She smiled sweetly at the boys as one of her bags fell out of her hands.

The two twins continued to whisper to each other before they heard someone come in. Tony just turned while Vincent practically whirled around, honestly terrified that someone else was in the room. After he registered the slight change in situation, he spoke in a cool, smooth voice - Bland and giving out no emotion. "The room isn't full. My brother isn't staying here with me." he said, flatly. "There is still a vacancy for another person." he finished, turning his body to face her, causing Tony to adjust - still holding his older brother's hand. Tony spoke up. "Yeah, i don't got any problems." "That statement is false." "You're false!" "Reiterate." "I don't even know what that means!" Tony laughed, slapping his brother awkwardly on the back with his opposite hand. "Besides, We dunno what if there's more bedrooms - It'd be awkward to share a bedroom with Vince, though." Tony started, Vincent visibly showing great irritation. "He's here for this problem, ya see, he's like... a complete-" "That is quite enough, Anthony." Vincent interjected.

Vincent looked down at the dropped bad before letting go of his brothers hand and picking it up, holding it out for her to take, stiffly. His bony fingers gripped the bag with a severe intensity of grip, his knuckles a ghostly white. Tony could tell that his brother was intensely uncomfortable and nervous, not to mention a bit frightened - but his brother's fear definitely wasn't crippling, it was a normal kind of fear. It was a fear of the strange and unfamiliar. "Take more care with your belongings." he said. He would have said her name, had he known it, but he did not.

Zoie gave Vincent a smile as she grabbed her bag from him. "I'll try." She paused for a long awkward moment. "So then...do you mind if I stay here?" She smiled once again at the two boys. She then realized she had forgot to introduce her self. "Oh how rude of me, I am Zoie." She stuck her hand out to shake Vincent's hand.

(OOC: Sorry short post :/)

Vincent nodded, although he was desperately trying to keep himself from tell her that there was no 'Trying', there was only you did, or you didn't. Vincent shook his head. "I do not care if you stay here," he said. "This is temporary at best." he said, giving no explanation. Tony laughed sheepishly. "You sure you wanna stay here with 'im though? He's kinda off his rocker." Vincent turned back to glare icily at his twin, the two boys identical gaze's connected - Pale silver-blue meeting pale silver-blue. After a moment, the girl's voice shook them from their matters. The twins listened when she introduced herself as 'Zoie'. Tony grinned, speaking first. "I'm Tony! I'm this tightass' brother! And his name is-" "Vincent," the older twin interjected. He shook her hand, happy to continue with formalities. "My name is Vincent Abbatoir." he said before glancing back at Tony. "And that is my younger brother, Anthony." It was quite clear at this point that the younger twin liked his name shortened and turned into a nickname from 'Anthony' to 'Tony', while the older twin preferred his name be said in full as 'Vincent' instead of any other nickname. "It is a pleasure to meet you," Vincent added, politely.

(That's fine :) )

"Well its very nice to meet you." Zoie looked around the room. "I will just put my things away and be out of your way." Zoie started to unpack her things. She put her sheets and blankets on her bed. She then started folding her clothes and putting them in her dresser. On the night stand next to her bed she placed a picture of her mother. Her mother was the one person who could always make her feel better. She was Zoie's inspiration to get better. Zoie set the picture down and finished unpacking her things. Zoie was kinda a neat freak so she made sure everything looked clean. She turned back to the twins. "I'm going to check the place out. It was nice to meet you Tony, and I will see you later Vincent." She smiled and turned to exit.

Dr. Goodstep hustled into the doorway, barely missing one of his patients. "Dreadfully sorry!" He apologized, glad that they had not bowled each other over. He cleared his throat. "I am terribly sorry for my tardiness. The Gods of Traffic Lights decided to not be nice today." He gave a small chuckle, then continued. "I am Doctor Steven Goodstep. I will be your psychiatrist and leader in this help group. You may call me Doctor Goodstep, Doctor Steven, Doc, Steve, or whatever you may wish." Another chuckle. "Just stay away from the expletives and insults, please."

He motioned to the rooms. "Now, I see that most of have situated your rooms. If I am mistaken, or already have done so, I would like to ask you to come sit down." He walked over and motioned to the living room, where a three-seater couch and two armchairs faced a flat-screen television in a semi-arc. Steven got a stool from a small two-person bar in the room, sitting in front of the television so that the patients would face him. He waited until everyone sat down before continuing.

"Good, good. Now, starting from my left, I would like you to introduce yourselves to each other--or, at least, to me--by giving your name, your favorite color, something that you like, and something that you don't like." He pulled his yellow paper tablet from his inside jacket pocket to begin the notetaking, clicking his pen.

Vincent watched as she started to put things away and put the sheets and covers over the single bed in the room. Tony noticed his brother tremble a bit, irises shaking despite their steady viewing gaze - It was something he did whenever something imperfect was bothering him, majorly, and he wanted to fix it. Tony nudged his brother, taking his hand again. "Chill, bro." "It's... she..." he stammered some other monosyllables before grumbling under his breath, possibly in a different language, because Tony couldn't understand a word of it. Tony grinned. "Yep!" he said. Vincent replied with silence, still preoccupied with his psychosis. Once Zoie left the room, Vincent tore his hand away from his brothers and started to fix the sheets and blankets to his liking and moving the picture slightly. He never really messed with clothes in dressers, figuring those were private - He was a perfectionist, not a pervert. After fixing them, he stepped back to admire his work. "... Wonderful." he exhaled, finally. Tony just cringed slightly, going over and taking his brother's hand and try to pull him out of the room before he tried to rearrange the entire room - He did that sometimes.

A split second later, a man walked through the door, apparently in a hurry. When he introduced himself, Vincent stiffened. "You started this program but fail to be here on time?" he started accusingly. "Pitiful," Tony looked over at his brother. "Vince! Cut it out! You're supposed to try and make friends!" The younger twin reminded the elder of them, making Vincent huff and look away. Vincent released his brother's hand and sat down in the armchair, arms crossed. Tony grinned, taking this opportunity to screw with his older brother and embarrass him. Sauntering over, he, to his brother's great dismay, flopped right down on his lap, turning to let the backs of his knees rest against the armrest while he supported himself by resting his elbows on the other armrest. "Get off me," "Make me," Vincent, however, did nothing - He was a pacifist and wasn't going to maul his brother for just sitting on his lap. The furthest he would go would be a well deserved smack, and that was really wobbling on the chips of his pacifism. Tony crossed his legs and remained where he was, feeling pretty 'pimp' as he would call it - Despite it suggesting that he was his brother's pimp which would in turn make it awkward.

Vincent looked at the man, highly skeptical that he was truly the man who was going to be the head of their 'help group'." Vincent, however, sat on the far right. He hated introductions, they were always stupid and awkward - Except for his. So many people stammered like idiots when the introduced themselves, lacking a confident voice and always fidgeting when they did their introduction. They stammered, stuttered, and- god, how he hated that. He hated when people fidgeted while they did introductions. You could fidget and fumble after your introduction, but introductions were to be clear, appropriate, and, goddammit, they were supposed to be proper! The twins sat there quietly, Tony with a half smirk, half smile, lounging, and Vincent with a faint scowl, eyes narrowed into an icy glare.

As Zoie entered the lobby she noticed a man running in. It seemed he was in quite a hurry. She watched him carefully as he began to introduce himself. She studied every part of his face as he spoke. He introduced him self as Doctor Goodstep. She then knew that he was the reason she was here, he was going to be the one to help her with her problem. She then took her seat and continued to listen to him. As he was explaining the introduction process she noticed that the twins were also in the room. When Doctor Goodstep was finished talking there was an awkward silence in the room. Zoie decided she would go first, although she was afraid of what the others might think. She stood up from her chair and began to speak softly "Well I guess I will start, My name is Zoie Webber. My favorite color is Orange, I like the reading and being outside, I don't like sports." She looked around the room and was a little frightened at the fact that everyone was staring at her. She quickly took her seat and began to blush a little before looking down at the ground.