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Devan Miyamoto

A little more than your average juvenile delinquent.

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a character in “The First Signs of Madness”, as played by Animality Opera

Description

Devan Kohaku Miyamoto

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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demisexual
Species: Human


Appearance:

Standing at 5'11"with a lean, somewhat lanky build, his lax movements make for an elegant yet simultaneously choppy pattern something between a zombie and a doll - with startling agility in a fight. His normal walking, however, is usually an arrogant, laid back strut akin to a punk who doesn't give a damn. His skin is pale olive, with completely untapped potential for a nice tan. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black. His hair is auburn or reddish and straight, though in a constant mess he styles with toothpaste and/or maple syrup. He's been poked fun at as being a "pretty boy", but he doesn't see it.
Devan is considerably scar-ridden between childhood abuse and fighting. He has four cigarette burns on his right arm and three on his left, along with a six-inch, somewhat oval-shaped burn scar across his upper left back around the shoulder blade. One four-inch scar lines his left side coming toward his front from a knife wound, and another slightly shorter one comes across his torso just under his ribs from where the same knife skimmed him. On the back of his right calf rests a circular scar from a bullet wound.
Devan wears black slacks, a black blazer over a white dress shirt, and sneakers that were once gray-blue but have devolved into such a muddy brown color it's nearly impossible to determine what color they originally were.

Personality

Personality:

Devan appears to be little more than a heartless, sadistic sociopath. He's killed animals and neighborhood pets since childhood without a second thought and without remorse. He has somewhat of a fixation with blood; seeing so much as a small cut makes him want to rip it open, and for this he's had to spend much of his life avoiding blood - so much so that classmates at school had the idea he was squeamish. From time to time, Devan seems in some way troubled... He can occasionally be glimpsed looking unusually contemplative, and these are almost the only times he's passive enough not to be an immediate threat. Devan speaks so little he might as well be mute; even he isn't quite sure as to the reason why, or if he is he doesn't like to acknowledge it.

Strengths:

Devan has an unusually high pain tolerance to the point where some might suspect he doesn't feel pain at all(see History). He is very fast and very stealthy, capable of moving like a ghost in the right environment. He has developed a fighting style something akin to Jeet Kune Do, involving flowing movements based on adapting to the opponent.

Weaknesses:

He has a phobia of cats; upon sighting one his immediate reaction is to kill it at all costs, but if it seems too aggressive or if it simply unnerves him he'll be just as likely to run away from it rather than after it. Though perhaps not on the level of a phobia, he shows a certain discomfort in the presence of fire. Devan is also dyslexic enough that although reading is not impossible, it's often not worth the trouble for him. As might be expected of a sociopath, Devan has some mild social insecurities and gets anxious around crowds or sometimes even small groups of people.

History

Devan grew up an only child in a rather poor suburb. His mom left when he was six; his father was physically abusive and beat on him almost every day, punching him, pushing him around, putting cigarettes out on him, and throwing things at him. For this, Devan has an unusually high pain tolerance to the point where some might suspect he doesn't feel pain at all. He started killing neighborhood animals when he was around nine years old. Many were feral cats, others were pet cats or dogs, and a small handful were wild animals like raccoons on the occasion he found one in a trap. Devan killed once or twice every other day, usually with a knife or a bat and sometimes with his bare hands.


In middle school he had a little gang for awhile, but they dropped off as they realized he had no attachment to them, and in high school he had one companion, the closest person he ever had to a friend. He never tried too hard in school and picked fights frequently. His father stopped abusing him once Devan was old enough to retaliate around 15; it only took one time for the man to learn to avoid his son. Surprisingly, he did manage to graduate high school. He had no plans for the future but was considering becoming a hit man.

Last he knew before awaking in the Asylum, Devan was hunting for a fight in the alleyways late on a Thursday night.

So begins...

Devan Miyamoto's Story

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Leisure Room 2
1045 - 1050


Matt followed Sam closely as the nurse migrated them to a different room. The recent smell of the scarecrow boy made him too nervous to even cast a glance back into the main hall behind them, and once inside the new room he was thankful not only to escape being out in the open but also that he wouldn't have to change out in the hall. He soon picked out jeans - of the closest size and shade of blue he could get to his own - and a plain, black T-shirt. Before he could begin changing, however, he peered warily past Sam as the teal-haired girl appeared in the hall outside, having burst out of the television room. Sam stood between Aveline and them, but Matt wondered if the nurse was just going to let her watch…

He looked up at Jack as the taller youth scooted closer. Just the other boy's vicinity made a tiny smile form on Matt's lips; it at once comforted and amused him to think someone else would seek his company, especially for potential protection. But his face fell blank as he pondered Jack's words. His gaze shifted to Aveline thoughtfully. After a minute, he left Jack to step past Sam and approach the teal-haired girl out in the hall with unusual calm - not to mention bravery.

"Hi, Aveline," the scruffy boy offered as casually as greeting a friend in the hallway at school. Included was a little wave with more his fingers than his hand. "I know you really like that hat. It's a… pretty neat hat. My friend Jack would really like to try wearing it for a little bit, though, because he thinks it's pretty neat, too. Would you mind letting him borrow it? It would make him really happy. I would kiss you, if you wanted. I promise I don't have cooties… or any other contagious diseases."

It was the lengthiest piece of speech Matt had offered anyone since waking up here. The words were as soft-spoken as usual, but also surprisingly sincere and kind. Although he did not see it himself, Matt knew many girls thought of him as 'cute', and had learned from experience his kisses could be offered to them not only as thanks but as a bargaining tool, too.


Outside the Infirmary
1025


Devan was relieved when his ally finally gave up on recruiting the quivering girl, and was quick to follow him through the facility. His gaze carefully took in everything they passed, and he tried to mentally map out everywhere they went so he could navigate on his own in the future. He wouldn't mind knowing every nook and cranny of this place as Tori seemed to, but he didn't want to invest quite as much time figuring it out, either.

After awhile, he couldn't help but begin to wonder if Tori was leading them in circles, or at least taking a nonsensical, unnecessary route to wherever they were headed. Devan certainly wouldn't put it past the man to waste time like that.

But eventually they did come to a pause. Devan felt no need to follow Tori's example in crouching and slinking along - at least not yet - so he followed with his usual lax stride. The wild-haired youth arched a brow at his companion; his wordless response emphasized all the more that he could be trusted more than anyone to be 'super, super quiet'. Of course, this building was not perfectly designed to sneak around in - Devan did much better in darker environments, but despite the lack of camouflage the place offered, he was nonetheless confident in his stealth. He knew he could move quite quickly with very little sound, even on tile floors like these.

Devan found the idea of having his soul eaten actually quite intriguing, but it sounded like it would get in the way of his acquiring a weapon, so perhaps it was something he could explore later. Tori regained his full attention at the mention of 'interesting things'. Devan's dark eyes sparked in muted excitement. He waited patiently for Tori to lead the way in; his muscles, meanwhile, braced for the stealth they would soon have to exercise… and also in case of a sudden sprint should Tori open the door to be met with a staff member as had happened earlier.

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Leisure Room 2
1105


He studied the girl's face carefully, watching as she tilted her head until the hat fell off. She scrambled to retrieve it, though Matt didn't make a move for it in the least. The boy's face didn't change at all at Aveline's response to his offer - it was almost unnerving how deadpan his expression remained after her enormous insult. He was still as a statue for a few seconds, until finally he seemed to breathe before speaking up again. "… I know," he replied lightly. A small smile flickered across lips, no less kind than it had been during his offer, though vaguely rather melancholy.

Matt tilted his head to glance back at Jack upon the boy's input. He smiled softly - but it faded as Jack's speech devolved into tearing down Aveline. He didn't entirely make sense of the girl's retort… but he knew he hadn't lost anybody. At least, he thought he hadn't lost anybody, since Jack hadn't recalled losing anyone when he first awoke here. But Matt didn't have a lot of 'anybody' to lose. He glanced over again when Sarah turned up in the doorway. He hadn't gotten a chance to change yet, so he took a couple of backward steps to tug gently on Sam's sleeve. "I still have to change," he said quietly, like a child too timid to talk to anyone but their parent.


Infirmary
1030


The wild-haired youth followed his smaller ally through the doors, gaze scanning over the room they entered not only for people, but for weapons… and not necessarily the obvious ones. Devan tilted his head slightly at mention of bodies. It didn't alarm him, and it didn't much surprise him, either, that the facility killed people. He wouldn't put it past any government or research institution. The thought made his entire being itch, however - a familiar itch. It was like the implacable discomfort wrought through someone fever-stricken in bed; how no matter which way they might toss or turn, no amount of shifting, no arrangement of pillows or blankets, could quite persuade their body to lie still and rest. But Devan's was a fever that could not be sweat out.

How many hours had it been since he had awoke here? And how long had he been here before then? How long had it been since he had killed something? Even holed up in his room for hours, his house had its share of pests he could exterminate. This place was clearly much cleanlier; he doubted there would be mice or bugs here. Other animals seemed even less likely. There were just people. And if there had been a murder as Tori had mentioned, some other patient with an insatiable bloodlust had already beaten Devan to the punch.

A faint scowl crossed his features. He needed a real weapon. He needed to kill something, not gander at what was already dead. When Tori turned to gather his answer, Devan grabbed him by the collar, insistently swiping his finger across his throat in the same signal he had made before for a knife. There would be no detours or sightseeing on this little trip.

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Leisure Room 2
1110


Matt followed Sam closely further into the room, then using the nurse as most of his cover while he changed into the simple jeans and T-shirt he had picked out. He took his time, however, cowering away from Jack's shouting. Such volume made him anxious. He remained behind Sam until the yelling had quieted. The youth then peered tentatively around the nurse to check on what was happening… Jack had sat down on the floor and Sarah had moved to kneel beside him. Matt eyed Aveline warily before stepping closer to his redheaded friend, coming to sit on the floor beside him.

In human form, he didn't much know how to help any. Maybe just sitting would be good enough. Sarah seemed to be doing most of the work, anyways, talking in a soothing tone.

His brows knit when he realized he heard something else, though. A murmur on the edge of his hearing in no particular direction, just quiet enough that he couldn't make out what it had said… But it was a familiar sound, one he wasn't going to dwell on. Medicated or otherwise, glimmers of Matt's hallucinations sometimes manifested, however briefly. His medication subdued his reaction to them, so even when one fleetingly broke through, he could shrug it off - without worrying about it, without dwelling on it, and without gradually devolving into a psychotic episode as tended to happen without his medication.


Infimary
1035


Devan rolled his eyes, his wild head of hair following them to roll over his shoulders and exaggerate the gesture. However useful, Tori was beginning to wear on him. He wondered how long it would be before he could take off through the place on his own… Maybe only as long as it took him to get his hands on a real weapon.

Icarus. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. Whether or not she could be killed sounded like a challenge. Devan released Tori as the man pulled out of his grip, then following until they paused next to someone in a bed Tori introduced as doctor Bedlam. Two other patients had killed someone already..? Devan scowled somewhat down at the body. Bedlam was hooked up to all kinds of things like he was being kept alive, but he didn't look very alive. Devan's gaze flitted to Tori at his proposition before studying the man in the bed some more thoughtfully.

There wasn't much point. If the doctor was alive, Devan would kill him in pulling apart his life support… But there would be no fight. There would probably be no moaning or screaming, or blood. The doctor would most likely just drift away and that would be the end of it. How boring. And if the doctor was dead, what use was there in even having him hooked to life support, let alone abruptly taking him off of it?

No… Another stupid side trip on Tori's little adventure. Devan turned to suddenly knock his hand across his ally's head - with what might have been enough force to send Tori stumbling sideways, or otherwise at least inflict a headache. He made his knife signal again, dark eyes growing impatient. No more stupid side trips.

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Leisure Room 2
1115 - 1120


Matt watched a female nurse approach, but she did not offer any soothing words or gestures as Sarah had, only studying the situation with a somewhat worried expression. The small, quiet girl who had been trailing after Sarah, however, spoke up to also encourage Jack. Matt eyed her carefully; his gaze was intense, as of a dog wary of a stranger at the door. Something about the girl disquieted him since they had found her at the scene of the murder. She did not look or even smell any different... but something about her was different than before. Something about her was off, and Matt didn't like it.

He shifted his attention to Aveline, then, who had gone unusually quiet. Her green eyes were wild and electric with some spark of an idea Matt was sure was no good. He frowned. A short giggle spilled out of the teal-haired girl, and she moved toward Sam.

Matt stood swiftly, but just as he followed after Aveline, she hauled Sam into another room and shut the door behind them - by then Matt pounced on the doorknob, throwing the door open. No sooner than he had opened the door, the boy was a dog again, his clothes hanging awkwardly on his form, but before he had quite reached the commotion, Sam had taken charge. Matt froze just inches from Aveline's leg, his furred face wrinkled into a snarl and his lips curled back to bare his teeth in threat. A low, barely audible growl poured steadily from deep in his chest, his dark eyes focused on Aveline's face above. In the little distance it had taken to nearly reach the girl's leg, his newly acquired jeans had been left behind, though he hadn't taken the time to yet wriggle out of his shirt.

Dogs are said to be some of the most observant creatures of the animal kingdom. In combination with instinct, Matt had been quick to notice Aveline up to no good... And what he had seen so far, along with his instincts, told him Sam was a good man.

His keen eye had also managed to catch Sam regaining control of the situation, so that Matt was able to refrain from biting Aveline just in time - though his muzzle remained frozen beside her leg readily, as he did not trust her, and he was determined not to let Sam be harmed.


Infirmary
1040


Devan's eyes grew wide with alarm, and he swiftly recoiled from where Tori had been, as if scared the space left behind might burn him. His gaze darted to the floor to study the strange, gaseous substance that accumulated there, and he took a few more steps back, only to whip around at the sudden and unanticipated return of his ally's voice. Only the youth's dark eyes showed any signs of panic as they scrutinized Tori's regenerated form; the rest of Devan's face remained as calm and serious as moments before.

He had made the mistake of assuming Tori was human... a mistake he now made a mental note not to make again, with anyone, as long as he was here.

His gaze darted through Tori's features, frantically taking in all signs of anger or hostility, a reflexive precaution Devan used to gauge just how mad someone was and to what extent they might exercise their anger. Analyzing facial expressions was something Devan had grown to be very keen on, as in his household he had always had to be very careful about what kind of mood his father was in. And later, when he took to fighting at school and in the streets, such observational skills proved very handy in a fight.

Tori was obviously upset... but did not appear to be especially, genuinely angry. Despite the man's hurt tone, like a child's bitterness at having a toy stolen, Tori did not seem to have changed too dramatically from his usual disposition.

Devan was frozen for a moment, studying his ally. He had not anticipated his short lapse in self-control to have quite such an impact; he did not have a knife yet, and, according to Tori, this area was dangerous. And if Tori wasn't human, that was all the more reason to have the man on his side.

Eyes still wide, Devan lifted his hand forward to rapidly wave his open palm back and forth in a silent, desperate plea for Tori to reconsider. He even dared a tentative step forward, keeping his posture slumped and submissive like he was approaching a skittish animal he didn't want to scare off.

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Leisure Room 1
1030


Aveline writhed in the nurse's grip, struggling to put some distance between her and Matt, but he didn't move, his intense gaze unwavering. His attention only shifted when Sam said his name, an ear swiveling in his direction. It was obvious the nurse was tense... but there was also confidence in his tone. He was clearly trained for this. So when instructed to, Matt hesitantly took a couple of steps back to give him some space, still eyeing Aveline warily.

After a minute, reassured Sam had things under control, the canine continued to backtrack until his front paws stood on where his pants had been left behind. He turned so his back was to the two before returning to human form; as his frame pulled upright, his paws turned into hands quick enough to grasp his pants as he stood, so that he could hastily pull them on once a boy again. He hadn't bothered to get out of his shirt this time, so it was still on. Once clothed and human again, he turned to check on Sam, staying put just in case. The youth's dark eyes again focused on Aveline.


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Infirmary
1040 - 1045


His gaze darted in alarm to the latest presence in the room; a dark-haired boy who looked vaguely familiar... Devan had seen him earlier that morning, moving off down a hall by himself. That felt like so long ago.... It was difficult to recall through all that had happened, and also difficult to gauge just how much time had passed since he awoke here. The other youth was staring interestedly at Tori. Somewhat hesitantly, Devan returned his attention to his ally as the man spoke up again.

His dark eyes shifted away. He had never said anything about apologizing - so to speak. But he knew averting his gaze made it look like he was at least reluctantly admitting he had not been nice. His eyes moved back to Tori as he continued, watching him carefully as he retrieved two small, wrapped objects from a drawer. As much as he studied Tori's features for signs of what he was doing, the man held an unusually blank expression.

Devan's face lit up at sight of the scalpels, not unlike a child on Christmas morning spotting presents under the tree.

Like a starving man diving for food, the wild-haired youth pounced on the scalpel slid across the floor his way - and before the other had quite reached his would-be adversary, he lunged for the boy, probably without even hearing Tori's words of encouragement. Devan not only hoped to tackle his opponent and at least keep him from receiving his weapon, but perhaps to take the second scalpel for himself, too, should he get the chance. As it was, the scalpel he had acquired was aimed to stab whatever proved most convenient, likely the boy's shoulder, chest, throat, or face - assuming his attack made contact. It would take serious reflexes to avoid at least getting tackled, though; Devan moved like he had been trained for dog-eat-dog survival all his life.

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Leisure Room 1, Leisure Room 2
1030 - 1040


His focus seemed interrupted when Aveline turned his way to shout at him. He jumped, reflexively taking a step back, and then appeared to flinch somewhat before a troubled look swept over his features. His gaze wandered from Aveline to flicker back and forth as if he was looking for something. At the girl's shouting, murmuring had picked up again, louder and more insistent this time though still only barely above a whisper and too busy to be intelligible. Matt's brows knit as the noise continued at the back of his mind. He looked up again when he heard his name. His face still looked troubled, as it was harder to listen with the incessant murmuring in the background, but he was able to make out what Sam said nonetheless and slowly stepped backward into the hall as instructed. Besides being told to leave the room, he didn't put much mind to whatever else Sam had said, too distracted by the white noise of murmuring. After another minute, the sound was fading in and out of his hearing.

The noise paused as a voice came calling from another room. Matt turned to look in the direction of the voice curiously. Just as the murmuring began again, albeit quietly, Sam strode out and moved for where he had been called for. Matt followed as he was told, shuffling hastily to keep up with the nurse, though he did glance back to check if Aveline was coming.

Once in the other room, his gaze darted around to piece together what was going on, but stopped at Jack, who appeared to be having some kind of episode. Matt's lips fell into a small frown, a hint of concern hovering through his features. He felt his heart race for a second with a familiar burst of anxiety, and as a result his breathing spurted into a short fit of hyperventilating, though it was thankfully brief. The youth rubbed his head at the thought of what kind of shape he would be in without his medication right now.

He looked not without some amount of worry at the nurse that approached him, feeling his heart and in turn his breathing pick up for another second, but he looked and felt fairly calm despite it. Though he gazed back at Jack, he drifted after the nurse back out to the hall when prompted. He frowned at the announcement that rang out through the facility. When would he be able to come out again? How would he know if Jack was alright?


Infirmary
1046


Devan was as quick to scramble to his feet as his opponent had been to worm out from under him, and raced after the other boy. With his long legs, it took only seconds to catch up, at which point Devan grabbed whatever he could reach of the youth to haul him sideways, attempting to hurl him in a different direction than the scalpel while simultaneously slashing his own weapon across the boy. Where and how deep he struck his adversary depended on his success in throwing him, but doubtlessly his small blade would manage a cut somewhere this time. He barely heard the announcement, or Tori, as he whipped around to dart for the second scalpel once his opponent was, at least for the moment, out of the way.

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Main Hall
1050


Despite lacking canine hearing in human form, there was no way Matt would have missed Aveline's conversation with her nurse once ice cream was mentioned. After that, he barely heard what his own nurse was saying, and soon turned to the man to gently tug on his sleeve like an insistent child. "... I want ice cream," he requested, his tone as soft as usual but nonetheless stern. "She's-... She's getting ice cream. I want ice cream." Suddenly Matt did not seem quite so content to follow as he had been all morning, and ended up trying to lead his nurse more than the other way around - specifically, in what he remembered being the direction to the dining room. Now that something sweet had been brought into the equation, the young man would think of nothing else, and the matter of what to do besides eating ice cream once he got to his room would have to be left for later.


Infirmary
1048


Once Devan had his second scalpel, he afforded the time to pause and check on his progress, dark eyes scanning his opponent up and down but freezing at the cut on his arm. A small, euphoric burst swept through him then; some blissful blend of endorphins and dopamine that even wrought a soft sigh through his excited breath. Inflicting blood and pain was like a drug for the wild-haired youth - he hadn't had a fix all morning, and now that he had started, he needed more.

At an unusually leisurely pace compared to his mad rush a moment before, still drifting down from his short high, he placed both scalpels in one hand. Devan preferred one-handed weapons, as he didn't like not having at least one grip available for him. Though two scalpels might double the damage, Devan's only real reason for swiping up the second was to keep the other boy from using it. Just as he was about to pounce again, however, he glanced at the thin, transparent line of tube tossed to the floor between him and his adversary. He eyed it not without some thought, but when his gaze lifted to his opponent, he shot off again for the boy before giving him much chance to dive for the tubing. Strangling certainly appealed to Devan, but stabbing and drawing blood was much more to his taste, especially when he could not afford giving his victim too much time. This was not some feral cat he faced now, after all; this was something that could think and plan, and maybe even overpower him given the right position.

Tackling would not be his aim this time. Now that he was armed, it was more reasonable to keep his distance, so instead he would swipe and stab like a striking snake - and just as relentlessly. Of course, Devan wasn't just all about the offense, either; fighting experience had made him adept at dodging and ducking on the turn of a dime, as his eyes could suck in every bit of body language his opponent had to offer that might warn him of an incoming attack. This was not to say he never got hit... A keen eye and a swift dodge didn't do anything for you if your opponent was simply faster, after all.

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Dining Hall
1050 - 1055


Upon entering the dining room, Matt's gaze stuck itself immediately to the tray a cook toted out from the kitchen. The youth bounced a little on his heels as if filled to the brim with excitement he couldn't help but express.

He jumped at a sudden shout, though, flinching into a slight crouch out of reflex as he turned to find Aveline rushing at him only to be swiftly caught by his nurse. His bristling soon settled and he stood straight again. Absently, he wondered for a moment if he had made any kind of startled sound; he couldn't recall. He knew it was something that sometimes happened when he was taken by surprise enough, but he could not remember if such a noise had escaped him just now. Oh well.

He eyed the teal-haired girl for a moment more, but shifted his attention to his nurse when the man spoke up. If Matt had had a tail just then, it almost certainly would have wagged. He didn't always take praise well, but good manners were certainly something he tried to pride himself on, even if he was far from perfect at them... Especially in the personal space department. The youth grew all the more excited when told he could choose a flavor first. Dark eyes sweeping over the tubs on the tray, it took him a couple of minutes to decide. God, he wanted all of them. He wanted every one of those tubs of ice cream stashed under his bed in his room. Then he wouldn't ever even need to leave his room again - except maybe for the toilet - and he would be the best-behaved patient here, perfectly content to sit in his room with his horde of ice cream and not bother anybody. But then there would be no ice cream for anyone else... And even if Aveline didn't deserve ice cream, she probably needed some to calm down her volatile temperament... and Jack needed some, too, probably more than anyone right now. Yes, Jack really needed some ice cream. Matt looked at his nurse. "... Will Jack get ice cream, too?" He asked softly.

When his gaze returned to the tray, he only took a moment more to decide what flavor he wanted. "Hmn.... Black cherry, I think." He nodded once as if to affirm his choice, and, once permitted, grabbed the tub of black cherry ice cream off of the tray. "Thank you." He looked at the cook and at his nurse as he said it, unsure of who exactly he should be thanking.


Infirmary
1050


Devan paused after being pushed away by the long, metal pole his opponent had swiped up. Damn. A blunt object was always effective, especially a longer one; why hadn't he thought of that..? Scalpels, that's why. Sharp objects were always quicker to catch his eye in any split-second hunt for a weapon. But now that he had them, he certainly wasn't giving them up even if for a drip stand of his own.

Without noticing in the least that Tori had disappeared, Devan rushed forward again, this time moving to grab the drip stand so it could not shove him away so easily. Though there was little hope of wrestling it out of his adversary's grip one-handed, he could at least hold it in place so he had a better shot with his scalpels. Of course, that plan depended on his strength against his opponent's... And when he held the drip stand with just one hand while his adversary held it in both, Devan's opportunity to strike would undoubtedly be a short one. Even with adrenaline pumped through his arms, there was only so much muscle there to work with.

Knowing his chance was going to be brief, he used the momentum of his lunge to lean over the drip stand and swipe his scalpels for the other boy. No matter how short the opportunity was, Devan intended to make the most of it, so he did not hold back - not that he ever held back - aiming to cut as deep as he could reach... which, if his adversary didn't move back fast enough, could be dangerously deep considering the youth's long arms.

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Dining Hall to Room 11
1055 - 1100


Just as his fingers began prying at the ice cream lid, he was reminded he would be going to his room. His gaze shifted over to the magenta-haired nurse who had originally been with Aveline. "... Okay," he murmured indifferently in answer. Matt held his ice cream close to his chest as he followed after his second nurse. She talked a lot, but he decided that was okay, because he was a good listener. He would rather be with someone talkative because then the talking wouldn't have to be left to him - which was not something he often obliged, anyways. Silence didn't bother him, but it seemed to irritate most other people.

He nodded periodically, both to the nurse's questions and statements. When he found an opening, he piped up with something completely irrelevant to the topic at hand. "I like your hair," he said quietly. "I know a girl with pink hair. She's friendly like you, but..." He paused. The nurse was sincere enough, but exhibited more cheerfulness than seemed natural for her; the typical overtly friendly behavior of a nurse or someone who looked after children. It wasn't so exaggerated as to be called fake, but Matt wasn't quite fond of its tone, either. The pink-haired girl he knew was just as cheerful but in full sincerity, all the time, to everyone. ".... Hmn... different." He finally finished.

The youth couldn't help hesitating at his door for a moment as the thought crossed his mind how long it might be before he was out of his room again. He decided not to be too concerned about it; he would have his ice cream, after all, and if he got bored he could always sleep. Though as he stepped into his room, he thought of something else to ask for. "Could I have... some more pillows? And maybe a thicker.. blanket?" He asked tentatively, glancing at his bed. His bed at home was a constant mess of lush pillows and comforter blankets. Most of the time Matt was not a picky sleeper, and could sleep anywhere in just about any position if he put his mind to it, but he certainly preferred to be curled within a cocoon of comfy blankets and pillows.


Infirmary
1052


His grip was so firm on the drip stand that when his adversary gave the pole a sharp turn through the air, he was thrown off balance, stumbling forward - but he kept focused, still reaching with his scalpels for the other boy even as he tottered forward and his target moved back. Next he knew, the end of the stand was shoved his way, and - being already unbalanced - Devan did not have the stability to dodge as the five bases of the pole caught him in the chest, so he was sent reeling backwards. More out of reflex than anything, however, he grabbed onto the end of the drip stand still held in his direction if only to keep from falling over. He used it to quickly re-steady himself and then gave a hard yank forward, hoping to pull the opponent on the other end of the pole his way, scalpels at the ready.

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Room 11
1100


Again, if Matt had had his tail at that moment, it certainly would have wagged. Anything. Wow. He would have to think on that one. He had ice cream now, so he didn't really need more food. Blankets and pillows were on the way. He was in better clothes. Yes, he would have to think for awhile. For now, ice cream. Matt remained standing when the magenta-haired nurse left to fetch blankets and pillows, while he pried open his ice cream to dive into it with his spoon. The thought occurred to him a spoon, even a plastic one such as this, could be a weapon if he wanted it to be. You could scoop out people's eyes with spoons. But he wasn't interested in scooping out anyone's eyes... just ice cream.

He smiled, mouth full of ice cream, when the nurse returned with a pile of comfort in her arms. When he finished his bite of ice cream, he replied. "Uhm... I like meat, and sweets. And potatoes?" Maybe that's for dinner... "Hm..." He couldn't say he wasn't picky, but it would be complicated to explain what he didn't like. He paused to think about what he did like, which might be simpler. "... Mac and cheese... But I hate hot dogs!" He said rather suddenly, albeit with no change in volume. "But I like meat. So, burgers, or pizza with all kinds of meat on it.. or... chicken alfredo.. mmhm... Any of that. Vegetables.. are only okay in stir fry." There were other ways he liked vegetables, but he was picky about them. "I like soda, too. But water is okay if that's not allowed," he added.

He helped the nurse deposit the blankets and pillows onto the bed before sitting on the bed himself, tub of ice cream in one hand and spoon in the other. "Thank you." He might have given the nurse a thank-you kiss, but he wasn't sure how well the facility would regard such behavior, so as it was he shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth contentedly.


Infirmary
1054


Devan's twin scalpels swiped through air when his opponent abruptly vanished - or, more like, dropped into a haphazard dodge. He didn't hesitate to adapt, moving as swiftly and automatically as if this exact fight was something he had rehearsed for weeks - and Devan couldn't care less where he hit his adversary, so long as he hit at all. One second the youth realized he had missed, and in the next he relocated his target... and that was all it took for Devan to readjust his grip and drive his blades downward for his opponent's back, now that the other boy was positioned directly under his hand. All the while, Devan maintained his grip on the drip stand; he would hold onto it so long as he wasn't certain his adversary had let go of it.

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Room 11
1100 - 1120


He gave a small wave in answer as the nurse moved past the window in his door. By then, already the boy was halfway through his ice cream. He predictably moved to the window when the sound of a vehicle caught his attention, though he kept at his ice cream all the while. He winced a little at the screeching gate - a sound followed by another brief burst of unintelligible murmuring which quickly faded away. Matt disregarded both noises.

He continued watching, though most of the activity after that he could only hear and not see. By the time the van moved off, Matt had taken a seat on his bed again, setting his ice cream down on the floor and absently wishing there was a trash can in the room.

His tongue swept out to lap every sticky remainder of ice cream off his lips as he lay down on his back. Dark eyes flickered to the door. He wasn't very tired... He could sleep if he wanted, but he wasn't sure he wanted to just yet. There was lunch to look forward to. What time was it, anyways? How long would lunch be...? The youth began eyeing the ceilings and walls, but they were blank. He even rolled over to take a peek under his bed, but there was nothing there either. Maybe he should've asked for something to do, after all... Would they have allowed a Gameboy? They probably didn't have one anyways, or at least not a game he would like.

It was too quiet. Murmuring picked up again, quietly - barely detectable, but for the silence in the room. Maybe I should sleep... Matt sighed. Conscious thought was a mistake; at the sound of his thought, the murmuring grew slightly louder as if to rival his mind's volume. But it died back down once he let his thoughts sink back into his subconscious.


Infirmary
1056 - 1058


Just as his eyes lit up at the sight of the blood he had brought forth, Devan next found his vision whipping up toward the ceiling as his leg was knocked out from under him. His breath hitched in surprise, catching again when he hit the floor with his hind end and elbow. Not too hard a fall - no big deal - have to get back up. No sooner had he hit the floor than he was scrambling simultaneously backward and to his feet, scalpels raised in front of him defensively. His gaze was at first glued to his adversary, but shifted in and out of focus on his scalpels, their tiny blades now dripping with a fresh coat of red. Focus. Focus.

When he got to his feet, however, the wild-haired youth found concentration even harder. He felt a vague pressure in his head. It wasn't like Devan to get headaches... Yet he had had so many today.

He tried to stare ahead at his opponent, but found his vision blurring as the pressure in his head fluctuated rhythmically. Red was quick to catch his eye once it appeared; his gaze darted to the source, what had been the restful body of the man on the bed now a mutilated corpse, complete with blood and gruesomely-colored insides spilling out.

His dark eyes went wide. He could hear his breathing pick up. Some other urgency nagged at his mind, something important he seemed to be forgetting.... but it couldn't be bothered with now, not anymore. He stepped slowly toward the body, tentatively, as if it might disappear if he moved too quickly. His heart was fluttering like a 15-year-old's looking at the girl of his dreams. Yet Devan knew this couldn't be right... The body hadn't been that way a moment ago. And his vision was hazy, dream-like almost, the patches of blood coating the rest of the room flashing in and out of existence like a broken television changing channels. It was making him dizzy. Something wasn't right - and there was something he had just been doing, something important... But his eyes, his attention, couldn't pull away from the ripped open carcass of the man, and he continued moving toward it as if in a trance, fingers slowly reaching forward in anticipation of digging into all that blood...

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Room 11
1125


With nothing to do but stare at the ceiling, boredom alone quickly made Matt grow drowsy. He perked up slightly when he thought he heard a sound... but then decided not to pay it too much mind, assuming it was another auditory hallucination trying creep up on him. He was driven not to dismiss it, however, when it picked up a second time, and gained enough volume that Matt felt compelled to check it was not just in his head.

He did a double-take at the window. It changed. But he had taken his medication... Visual hallucinations were very rare and very subtle under medication, even more so than the auditory ones. He stood from the bed to walk back to the window, peering out it somewhat warily, confusion and some amount of worry etched into his features. He jumped slightly at the sound of a desperate howl, light sparking in his face at the idea of a nearby canine. But he shook his head and took step back. He had watched the window view change - it couldn't be real. But why was he hallucinating so vividly on medication?

He felt the hair on his arms stand up at the gradual chill building in the room. His breath hitched for a second at a short rush of anxiety. This was so confusing... Why was this happening? Had the medication been fake? Why would this place give him fake drugs if it was supposed to be helping him? He glanced out the window again, but turned to sit back down on the bed, scratching his head nervously. The sound of footsteps almost sounded like it was in his room; an unpleasant notion for some reason. His gaze flickered around his empty room fearfully. Like a child nervous of monsters under the bed, he pulled his feet off of the floor and brought his knees up to his chest to hug them there.


Infirmary
1058 - 1100


Devan nearly had tunnel vision for the mutilated, blood-covered corpse - but the imperfections flickering through his peripheral vision kept him from being perfectly focused. When some shining metal caught the light, he made out the drip stand just enough to know he needed to duck; but by the time he was about to move to do so, the metal pole found its mark.

Whacked in the throat, the youth tottered backward, lips parting to mouth uselessly for air that wasn't coming in or going out. A pained look came over his face as his body registered the impact. He fell over flat on his back, clutching at his throat with his free hand - unlike most people who would be more likely to drop their weapon upon getting hit, Devan's hand remained clinging all the tighter to his two scalpels. But his dark eyes grew dazed, his vision and the rapidly fading blood of the room blurring.

Finally, when black was beginning to creep into the edges of his vision, his windpipe seemed to recover at least enough for him to gasp desperately. He writhed somewhat, torn between scrambling to his feet and pressing against the floor as if to disappear in it. His instinct was screaming to get back up and fight before his opponent took advantage of his dazed state, but Devan found his body unwilling to cooperate just yet, intent on first regaining its breath. His sight was still blurred... He blinked rapidly to try to clear it, and meanwhile clutched his scalpels, keenly aware of how vulnerable he was on the floor. His breathing came in hard, hoarse gasps.

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Room 11
1127 - 1130


Voices continued on only the edge of his hearing, making their words indistinguishable. It sounded not unlike the muttering his own mind sometimes produced; which made him all the more anxious. Matt had stopped watching the window for fear of its view changing, and so did not notice when it returned to as it originally was... though soon enough, he picked up on the muted hiss and the distinct, invading odor of a veterinary clinic. Of illness and medicine and hospital and death.

A long whimper escaped him. The boy crawled back across the bed to press his back against the wall, quickly withdrawing his legs again to hug them close and bury part of his face in his knees - including his nose, just in case he wasn't hallucinating. Though he doubted it would help for long. Shivering swept over his small frame, and it wasn't because of the ice cream.


Infirmary
1100 - 1102


Senses dimmed by his deprivation of oxygen, Devan didn't even notice his adversary approaching until the drip stand's feet were positioned over top of him. He realized the other boy had him pinned, then, but still couldn't muster the strength to fight his way out of it... and it didn't look like his opponent was looking to kill him, anyway. Still lying flat on the floor, he glowered wearily up at his adversary, dark eyes dazed.

But he was by no means finished. The second his body recovered, the fight would continue...

... Or so he thought, until there was an abrupt slam of the doors immediately followed by the click of their locks. Devan jumped, nearly driven to sit up out of a moment of panic, but his opponent held him down with the metal claws of the drip stand. The unpleasantly bright lighting of the infirmary dropped into a dark red that faded in and out in time with what sounded like a fire alarm. Devan scowled at the noise... and at the fact some activity seemed to be going on that he wasn't certain he was responsible for. He glanced fleetingly at the scalpels still clutched in his hand, then cast a venomous glare up at his adversary again. He wanted to keep fighting... He wanted to kill something. Somebody.

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Room 11
1130 - 1140


The room gave a violent jerk, and Matt yelped, arms extending to clutch the bed for balance as a clattering sound picked up. Movement caught his eye by the window but he did not let his gaze linger there for fear of what he might find next; in fact, he shut his eyes tight, yet he could still feel the shifts of balance in his stomach, an uncomfortable swaying back and forth like he was being carried in a great bucket.

He didn't understand. He had taken his medication. He had never hallucinated this much even without it - the most imagined motion he had ever endured was a subtle quivering of the earth. This was on a much greater scale, and that alone terrified him more than any situation he may have been able to gather from the hallucination going on now. Conversation drifted in and out of focus as he struggled not to pay it any mind, more familiar murmurings kicking up as if they felt rivaled by the other voices.

He kept his lids locked down tightly to at least avoid seeing anything that might go on, but the sounds and sensations assaulting him continued persistently. He could feel panic rising in his chest even through his anti-anxiety medication; drugs wouldn't stop it at this rate.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up... "Stop..." He whimpered softly, clutching his head. "Stop, please stop-" His voice dwindled to a near whisper. "Shut up... Shh.. Shhut up... Shut up...."


Infirmary
1105 - 1107


Devan braced against the floor when a curved figure clad in a gas mask appeared in the waves of red light. The woman spoke out over the alarm briefly before pulling a lever that brought the alarm to a stop, the lights abruptly flickering back to a blinding intensity that made him cringe. He squinted, blinking several times to try to spur his eyes to adjust.

Xavier. The other boy was Xavier. Devan eyed the other boy, but didn't understand whatever the woman was telling his opponent; it seemed to be a return to a conversation he had missed.

His dark eyes flickered back to the masked woman when she turned her attention to him. His breathing picked up in desperation for escape, and he jerked once against the drip stand pinning him, but Xavier maintained the hold. Anxiety sifted through his features, layered with the violent hunger to continue the fight. His head rested back against the floor, chest heaving, brows knit in a vaguely troubled look. He didn't know what this was about, but he didn't care; he just wanted to get free and rip somebody open.

His gaze drifted down his arm toward the scalpels he clung to, which he slowly withdrew somewhat closer to his side in the hopes the woman might not notice them. Though he felt sure she already had, nothing and nobody was going to pry the tools from his hand until he was thoroughly incapacitated, and the dark look he cast the woman said as much.

His adversary chuckled quietly, and shifted his grip on the drip stand - a cue Devan promptly took to jerk abruptly to the side in the hopes of pulling free.

'Us' must have been the joke. There would be no 'us'. Devan didn't plan on doing anything this woman or anybody else instructed him to unless it involved violence against a living, breathing, bleeding creature - staff members and other patients included.

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Room 11
1145 - 1148


Through the noise of his own mind and his steady stream of whimpers, there came a distinct and very near splash, appropriately accompanied by a short spray of water. The boy flinched and yelped, opening his eyes just as the room gave another sudden tilt. He clung to the bed and felt his muscles brace with panic; an itch spread under his skin. His instinct was to shift into canine form again, but he knew that if something happened, a human frame would likely offer him better means of escape.

Yet in another corner of the room, water had begun to pour in across the floor. Matt pressed back against the wall and clutched the bed for stability as the room swayed as if put off balance by the flood. A petrified look of terror was spread over his features. He wanted to cry for help, but found his voice catching in his throat uselessly, so the most he could utter was only more whimpers of gradually rising desperation.


Infirmary
1110 - 1114


Pitch dark eyes locked onto the woman as she began to step slowly closer. Gears turned in his brain as he watched her approach; the vigilance of a predator waiting in ambush, carefully calculating the perfect distance and timing to strike.

Follow along with getting sedated. Right. Devan's gaze flickered briefly to his captor, and he wondered if the other boy was as sickeningly well-behaved as the woman's civil tone seemed to suggest.

Another moment, and the gas mask-clad staff member was finally in range. But Devan didn't move, though his hand clutched onto the scalpels close at his side. His attention moved to Xavier, who met his gaze with a warning in his eyes before hesitantly pulling the drip stand away and then backing off for a safer distance. Devan's eyes darted between Xavier and the woman for a moment, frozen, seemingly assessing his situation. He rolled away suddenly then in the opposite direction of the woman, moving deftly to his feet, and in the same fluid movement stepping back away from the other two with the patient steps of a cornered cat. His posture shifted somewhere between relaxed and fight-ready, not overtly aggressive but subtly on the defense nonetheless, and his scalpels remained close at his side, not yet bared as an open threat. But his unrelenting gaze served as warning enough that he was not going to make capture easy.

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Room 11
1305


Soon the water was rushing over the bed. Matt did not stand to keep away from it, though it was cold when it reached him; it seemed he would have to swim sooner or later, at this rate. And it wasn't much longer before he was driven to do so. He kept his feet on the bed for support for as long as he could, until he had to tread water to keep his head at the surface. It felt heavy to swim in his clothes... And his breath was already hard with panic, and his muscles were weary with adrenaline. But his biggest fear was not wearing out and drowning, but the whole of his room being filled until he had no other choice but to drown.

As the water continued to rise, he noticed with a pained look that the ceiling appeared strangely sky-like. He was in a critical situation, and his mind still found the vigor to hallucinate...? His mental stability must have been really hopeless. The air was feeling stuffy so Matt more easily took notice of how little of it might be left... But he found himself growing unusually and suddenly tired, more like he had been swimming all day. A few more soft whimpers escaped him. He kept swimming, but his frame felt so tired, and his eyes so heavy, until just as his face started to bob below the surface, he had a vague feeling of someone lifting him from the water, and a blurred vision of a foggy figure above.

~

The sound of his name pulled him slowly from sleep. Was that just his mind...? The remnants of a dream? Or had he really heard it? His eyes fluttered drowsily open; he felt exhausted.

His most recent memories hit him like a truck. Matt bolted upright in bed, breathing hard. A panicked look around revealed he was still in his empty room at the strange facility, but it was not full of water. His hands clutched the bedsheets, then his jeans, then his shirt, then his scruffy head of hair, but none of it was wet in the least. It had been more than a dream, but it had been so much more than even a hallucination... He had been dying, he was sure of it.

His name... Had he heard his name? His gaze shifted to the door, which was open. A short whimper, and he was toppling out of bed and scurrying to the door - his muscles ached. He paused to clutch the doorframe and peer around the hall for anybody who might've been the source. He spotted a girl passing by, with long, black hair pulled into a braid. What was her name... He knew her name.... "... S... Sarah..?" He called quietly. It felt difficult to muster his voice, as if he feared the breath wouldn't come to him.


Infirmary, Room 6
1305


The woman smiled curtly at him, but almost immediately took to talking again. She rambled about her family. Names he didn't know. People she was drawing associations about - comparing him to someone he had never met. It both bored and annoyed him. He glanced at Xavier and had the fleeting notion to launch into another fight with the boy, but the masked woman carried too much of a.. presence. He didn't want to take his attention off of her for too long.

Finally, she started to approach. But as she stepped closer, the air he was breathing began to feel thicker in his lungs... No, no, no, shit, no. Devan stumbled back against a counter behind him, his head feeling progressively unbalanced and his eyelids suddenly heavier. He lifted his arm to try to breathe into the pit of his elbow, but his legs were growing weak beneath him, until he needed both arms to cling to the counter and try to keep himself upright. He tried to keep his eyes on the woman drawing nearer but could barely keep them open, and it wasn't a minute more before he slumped to the floor, still clutching the scalpels in his hand.

~

A very nearby voice roused him abruptly. He blinked, feeling drowsy with the kind of heavy sleep he did not like - the kind of sleep rarely achieved on his own. But he lifted onto all fours and shook his head persistently to wake himself. His empty hands closed on the bedsheets then, and he looked down at them, a vehement scowl bleeding its way into his features.

Devan tore himself off the bed and moved briskly across the room to kick the wall hard. His breath came heavily with fury. He had finally gotten hold of a worthwhile weapon, two of them, and they were both gone now. His head tilted toward the door, which sat open patiently for him.

The youth stormed out the door, promptly kicking it as he passed as if he meant to knock it off its hinges. His pitch dark eyes lifted to sweep for familiar faces - Xavier, Tori, or the gas mask-clad woman who had taken his hard-earned scalpels. Or perhaps, in his present mood, anyone he could throw a fist into.

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Residential Hall
1305 - 1307


He watched the girl swivel toward him and her face light up with both recognition and some amount of alarm; another few seconds and she had moved briskly in his direction. Matt flinched at her sudden embrace, taken off guard, but returned the hug - tentatively at first, and then tighter before pulling away as she did as if bewildered it was already over.

His mind flickered over his not-dream as Sarah tried to reassure him. He flinched again at her grasping his head to try to meet his gaze, though his dark eyes moved away somewhat anxiously. Her words didn't help him. He didn't want to think over what had happened or almost happened. But as the girl studied him and cast a soothing smile, he offered a small smile in answer if only to try to make her feel better.

Jack. Matt perked up then, finally lifting his gaze to fleetingly sweep Sarah's face. "Is Jack okay..? Where is he? What time is it.." His eyes flitted over the walls then in search of a clock as Sarah began leading the way down the hall, but instead he found a familiar head of disheveled, teal hair a ways away. Aveline cast an eerie grin and giggled quietly; it made Matt shift his feet in discomfort at her presence. He jumped a little upon noticing the tangle of shadows ensnaring the floor around him and Sarah, and couldn't help bristling as they appeared to coil and writhe angrily like snakes. He glanced at Sarah when she placed her hands about his shoulders like a protective parent... but didn't want to look away from Aveline for too long either, despite the rather unnerving black tendrils at his feet. The way she had smiled, he liked the idea of Aveline leaving them alone...


~


Residential Hall
1305 - 1308


There was no one in sight in the hallway. He paused in the middle of the hall to peer back at the restrooms, gears churning in his head as he mulled over if there was anything he could make a weapon out of in there besides the toilet seat cover he had used before. That wasn't exactly convenient to tote around. He soon decided it wasn't worth it, and continued down the hall, freezing just around the corner.

A girl... He knew her name... Sarah, or something, maybe. By a scruffy boy he recognized from before. And further off, the teal-haired, throat-poking bitch.

It felt a little too crowded for his taste. Especially with Sarah, who he recalled had some kind of weird shadow power, which he spotted writhing dangerously at her feet just then. Dark eyes flickering between the figures in the hall, Devan took a couple of cautious steps back nearer to the corner he had just rounded, his posture subtly withdrawing as if to make him less noticeable. For all the hostility burning through his brain now, he remained wary of taking on a group, especially one with something like Sarah in it... and as his body belatedly caught up in waking, his stomach felt violently empty, enough that a brief grimace crossed his features. He hadn't eaten since getting here... and he didn't even know how long that had been. Appetite was not an overtly bothersome issue for Devan, as it was not often that his was roused, nor did it take much to put off his hunger. But that certainly wasn't to say he never got hungry.

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Residential Hall
1307 - 1315


Matt couldn't help bristling a little at the unnerving, absent-minded smile the teal-haired girl cast them in answer. But she did step back, at least, betraying the caution her face showed no signs of. Sarah spewed off what seemed to be the very definition of friend, just as requested - and it was clearly not a definition that Aveline fit.

Glancing down, he eyed the shadows that appeared to grow angrier at their feet before slowly settling. The boy stared down at them blankly. Though Matt was not visibly frightened, Sarah's powers rather unsettled him nonetheless; at least, at such immediate range. At Jack's name, he seemed to be pulled from his thoughts, gaze lifting to his companion as she began to move off not without gently taking his hand. A small smile crept over his lips, and Matt promptly laced their fingers like a child excited to hold hands, toddling after Sarah only to pause as an announcement began over the PA. The sound was unexpected enough to inspire a short jump in his frame.

11:30AM... Surely more of the day had passed than that? What time had they woken up..? Unease sifted through his features, and he shifted his feet somewhat with the same subtle nervousness. 11:30AM didn't feel right, but why would the facility bother lying to them about the time of day?

At talk of lunch, Matt had to take a moment to gauge how hungry he was. Having forgotten about it, he recalled the ice cream he had been treated to, but wasn't sure how long ago that had been. He decided lunch didn't sound bad. Hopefully it was something better than what breakfast had been, not that he was too picky. He looked at Sarah once more with an expectant gaze, wanting to have lunch but uncertain if she still planned to look for Jack first. Decidedly, he wanted to stay with her. Before quite registering her response, however, his attention flickered back toward the hallway behind him, where he caught the scarecrow boy peering at them from around the corner. Toothpaste hair. Matt eyed the other boy cautiously only for a moment before turning to Sarah again.


~


Residential Hall
1308 - 1315


He watched on as the two girls exchanged words, though he couldn't make out most of what they were saying from the distance he kept, just bits and pieces and tone of voice. It was obvious the dark-haired one was wary of the throat-poking bitch. Probably because she was a throat-poking bitch.

Sarah and her slightly shorter companion turned to leave the throat-poking bitch and walk off somewhere. Devan's gaze lifted toward the nearest ceiling speaker at an announcement starting. Why 'good afternoon' if it was 11:30 in the morning... The very word 'after noon' didn't apply yet. Whatever. It felt like more time had passed than that.

The wild-haired youth perked up significantly at the word 'lunch', his stomach giving a desperate, unpleasant twist at the thought of food. 30 minutes sounded like a long time all of a sudden. He wondered if he could go to the dining room before then, considering there wasn't much else to do and he wanted to be there as soon as the food was ready. He glanced at the group nearby, a modest amount of tension rippling through his frame at the scruffy boy gazing his way, though the other's features were blank and unthreatening. Devan returned the stare deadpan. He cast a fleeting glance behind him but froze then, turning partially around for a better look.

Dark eyes swept up and down the small build of another boy at the end of the hall behind him, who appeared to be examining the door right across from his. It was someone Devan hadn't seen before yet... A little shorter than him, with longish, black hair. The other boy looked like an easy win in a fight, but with weird powers like Sarah's around, Devan couldn't be sure what he would be in for in picking fights with strangers. He glanced back toward the three around the corner, cautious of having a group of people behind him - he figured Sarah and her friend would move off soon, but even if that just left the throat-poking bitch, he did not like the idea of turning his back on her of all people. So rather than really moving anywhere, the boy turned to press his back against the wall, still studying the other at the end of the hallway with a carefully blank expression while also keeping alert for sounds from the group's direction.

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Residential Hall
1310-1316


Arthur didn't have to turn around to know he was being scanned. To put faces to the eyes he felt watching him he turned and alas, his audience was revealed. A strange man who, even with his back to the wall, loomed over Arthur. Then again a lot of people loomed over him on a regular basis. The consequence of being somewhat short. From foot to head he scanned this stranger as he had scanned him, the intent behind this differing wildly from that of the resident in front of him. As Arthur's soft off-white eyes met with this man's dark foreboding gaze what should of been a cold, unnerving stare wasn't really so for him. The reason for this? He wasn't looking at the man at all, yet he was. The parts of the body his watcher wasn't aware of didn't sell the intimidation as well as this man's three dimensional self could. How could it be if he didn't even know it was there? It would be like trying to scare someone by trying to recite a poem that he never read or even knew about.

It clicked somewhere in Arthur's head that staring for anything longer than a fleeting glance would create unnecessary attention. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself right from the start. He looked aside to the opening at the other end of the hallway. As he started walking in that direction he came into view of the second viewer, a blue haired girl watching just out of sight of him initially. She was actually shorter than him, a first for him. Not too threatening but not exactly normal looking either. Nothing was truly normal looking to Arthur though. He has, in a sense, been blessed by losing the bias of judging people upon first seeing them. It wasn't that he couldn't see them in three dimensions normally but he could see so much more as well. Confusing? Definitely. It made talking to people in person almost impossible for the first whole month.

None the less if he wasn't going to start drawing attention from the wild haired man than he wouldn't provoke this girl into a conversation either. He did make eye contact as well though. Her eyes were a similar colour to her hair.
Intentional or serendipity? He thought to himself as he started to pass her. He made sure to put a measured distance between himself and her. Not far enough to make it look like he was outright avoiding her but enough to be able to get away without injury. He didn't need to break eye contact to watch her hands for a sudden reaction. It would simply show that he's expecting an attack and he didn't need to look down to tell if she was going to do something. Years living blind had taught him how to know what's going on without being able to see it. Being able to see as well helped a lot anyways but it wasn't necessary.

All this subtle posturing however was for naught as the expression on his face explained himself all too well. He was suspicious of everyone and everything in this facility, possibly even the facility itself. After all, he was no spy nor an actor of any sort. Pretending to be something he is not was never something he had to do much of. Had he known he would of been thrown into a situation like this he probably would of brushed up on that skill, although he probably would of attended to more pressing questions before thinking of that. He could hear talking in the distance. Not unexpected considering it was announced over the speakers that it was lunch. People were likely to be heading through here on their way to the cafeteria, which was where he would be. Not that he was hungry, not at all. His paranoia outweighed his hunger. He figured that on the way he could do some sight seeing while being on a definite path. Just wandering around in a place like this could get him lost and just as likely hurt...

or worse.

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Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Residential Hall
1317-1318


“Um… are you new?”


To say the sudden voice behind him was not a surprise would be untrue to say the least. A sudden twitch was his body recognizing this mild shock, signaling his immediate halt. Of course the natural course of actions would be to turn and identify the source of the voice before making further decisions so he did. Arthur turned about one hundred and eighty degrees on his heels, spotting the talker and with no unwarranted haste shuffled back until he was about twice his arms length away from the cyan haired girl and the one who just spoke to him.

The first thing he noted about the girl was that she too was just slightly shorter than him, making him feel a bit like Gulliver on Lilliput island. She looked Asian enough with the shape of her facial features and the almost typically Asian long straight black hair, but there was something else. Arthur took what little time he had before he should respond to think about it. "Her face looks... Worried? Uncertain possibly." He thought, contemplating the expression of her three dimensional figure. He could examine and possibly determine what she might be feeling by her expression but because of his gifted eyes he made very little if no judgement on her character at all based on her appearance. After all, everything looked strange and unearthly to him. He would consider her just as trustworthy as the tall man just down the hall and right now everyone was untrustworthy.

"Yes... I am." He answered her question, taking more time to contemplation.
"Seeing as she is from around here she might know more about this place than I do. Perhaps, but on the other hand, judging from her expression she might be just as confused as I am. Yes, I don't think I am going to get anywhere quick here. I need to move forward to find answers, not more questions." He concluded in his mind, setting his resolve on figuring out this bizarre prison over making alliances right away. Truth be told, Arthur didn't know where to start. Finding out what he could was all that he could do. To do anything else before getting the requisite info would be an uninformed decision, a foolish one.

Having made his decision without another word he slowly and silently backed away, turning his attention from the girls to the surrounding exits. One of the exits from the center area connecting these halls seemed to him to be the one exit that led to the next wing of the facility, where most of the service and utility stations would be or so he assumed. Hoping the girls in front of him were not planning on striking up a conversation he picked up the pace from a silent inching away to a mild shuffle. He proceeded towards the cafeteria area while his hands hovered uselessly to his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves.

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Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Matthew Todd

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Residential Hall
1315 - 1325


Sarah remained resolute in finding Jack - before lunch, apparently. The girl rolled her shoulders in some attempt to relax. Matt offered a small nod and, still with fingers linked with Sarah's, trailed along after her. They moved briskly past the nurse's station, where Sarah's enthusiastic call perplexed him momentarily until he realized she was trying to throw off the staff. That was smart. Sarah was smart.

Deciding he should be of some help, Matt began to tune up the amount of air he was inhaling, sifting through it as they moved; but the air was stale and blank, like a freshly cleaned hospital that only smelled of linoleum floors, disinfectant, and various medicines stored away in musty cabinets. Even the staff seemed to carry such an odor... The only distinct scents he picked up were those of Sarah and the other patients they had left behind. His brow furrowed a little. This place didn't really seem that big. Even if Jack was locked away in a room somewhere, Matt should be able to pick him up. It felt like the walls and doors must have been airtight.

As they neared the infirmary, however, a scent became clearer that stood out from the standard cleanly odor of the facility. A human smell. Male. By the time Sarah led him to burst through the infirmary doors, Matt felt sure Jack was nearby. His olfactory detective work grew more noticeable as he inhaled quicker, deeper snorts of air, and absently pulled away from Sarah to step closer to the empty hospital beds of unmade sheets. Dark eyes alert, had he wielded canine ears at the moment they most certainly would have been perked - Matt turned away from the beds, trailing through the room. He paused from his focus only to call a quiet "This way," for his companion's sake.

Stress. There was the dark odor of stress, fear, anxiety seeping from the pores, and faintly, a soft, subdued breath, male. "Jack.." A mere murmur Matt realized was more to himself than it should have been. "... Jack?" He called a little louder through his soft-spoken tone. Another sweeping turn of his head for a proper directional test, and his gaze moved swiftly for a small closet. "Jack," Matt called again, toward the cupboard, convinced of his friend's location now. "It's Matt. And Sarah." Cheerfulness as much as reassurance crept into his tone at the mild joy of their search's success. They would certainly be on time for lunch now, and Jack would be with them again.


~


Residential Hall
1315 - 1320


The dark-haired boy turned upon noticing his presence, and appeared to sweep the other up and down just as Devan had exercise a moment before. Dark eyes stared unwavering, and the youth stood frozen like a raccoon caught in the garbage late at night... Finally bristling when their gazes met. The other boy appeared perfectly blind, with eyes such a milky hue as to completely contrast with Devan's own. Yet the stranger was clearly, distinctly studying him. How could this guy see with eyes like that?

Feeling another gaze on him, Devan turned to spot Aveline tilting her head at him. His expression darkened a little as if in warning, but was soon pulled back to the stranger on his other side, who had begun to pace carefully closer. Devan bristled again, tension creeping readily through his lanky frame. But the other boy kept ample distance as he stepped past, even safely moving a little beyond Aveline before he was brought to pause again.

Dark eyes flickered to the small girl he took a moment to recognize. The quiet, Japanese girl he had only seen fleetingly before. She appeared to have snuck up behind the stranger from some other hall. They made a short exchange of words before the more-or-less-blind boy resumed a steady shuffle away, presumably to the dining room. Skittish little thing. Didn't want to stick around to introduce himself, it seemed.

Devan eyed the two girls remaining before deciding to move for the dining hall and wait for lunch to open. It was proving difficult to keep his mind on anything else when he was so hungry, though a venomous sense of spite persisted in the absence of the scalpels he had gone through so much trouble to acquire. Gaze cautiously shifting between the girls as he passed them, the boy strode off for the dining hall, quickly outpacing the stranger scuttling in the same direction.

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Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Matthew Todd

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Infirmary
1325 - 1330


There was no answer for almost a minute. Sarah took a try then, knocking lightly at the cabinet door and also adopting a reassuring tone. Hers sounded more effective than Matt's; the boy watched the cupboard intently for signs of movement, ears alert for sound. He glanced fleetingly at Sarah at mention of his name. Under normal circumstances, he would not be opposed to fetching them something to eat, but here - especially after whatever had happened in his room - he didn't want to go anywhere alone.

When there remained no response, Sarah tentatively opened the cupboard a crack, her voice maintained calm and soothing. As the light crept in, movement inside shuddered away from it. Finally, Jack's voice murmured from the cupboard. Matt perked up immediately, studying everything he could see from the crack in the cabinet door. If he had had a tail at that moment, it likely would have wagged. Sarah crept into the cupboard, coiling into a crouch so she would fit, hugging Jack closer and beginning to hum. Matt watched them with a light expression, convinced Sarah could make their friend feel better. He did turn to raise his head and gaze around the infirmary warily, though, still aware that they may have been somewhere they were not supposed to be and should probably move as soon as Jack was capable.


~


Residential Hall
1320 - 1330


Devan only paused to glance back at a sudden ruckus that sounded like somebody being tackled. His gaze quickly came to rest on the pile of people on the floor that included Aveline and the stranger. Nothing to bother getting involved in. Much better that guy than himself. He was just about to turn to resume heading for the dining hall when his attention darted up to where a short shout came from - Xavier appeared from one of the hallways.

The boy's gaze narrowed darkly. He wouldn't mind another fight with the other boy without weapons involved. No scalpels or hospital stands. Or interference, for that matter. But with the group Xavier was now gathered around, Aveline in particular, Devan was cautious of approaching. He was not sure what the stranger's capabilities were yet, either, besides apparently being able to see with eyes that looked more or less 100% blind.

His appetite for food persisting over his appetite for conflict for now, Devan turned away to continue toward the dining hall. He barely glanced at the small Japanese girl who appeared to shrink at his passing by, as if trying to make herself less noticeable; it was a response to his presence that Devan was not unaccustomed to. When he reached the dining room door, it was still shut, and upon testing it, he found it was still locked. There must be a little while longer before lunch. The bottom of his stomach seemed to sift unhappily, and he set a hand on it as discomfort ghosted through his features in answer. The boy leaned against the wall beside the door to wait. His gaze kept active, drifting and flickering around cautiously.

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Character Portrait: Sarah Erebus Character Portrait: Aveline Mason Character Portrait: Xavier Mason Character Portrait: Jack Rass Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Kieko Harlong Character Portrait: Trephan Bethlem Character Portrait: Doctor Solaris Dae Character Portrait: Arthur Strickland

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Dining Hall
1335.


The Dining Hall was indeed shut when Devan arrived, but there were definite signs of life behind the sealed double doors. Lunch, as far as could be divined, was certainly in progress; the smell of cooking was drifting out into the hallway, and general noises associated with food preparation were audible.

The fact remained, however, that the doors were locked, and the sign affixed to the laminated surface declared that lunch would begin at 12:00, which a nearby clock stated would be in exactly fifteen minutes.

Infirmary
1330-1340


It took Jack almost ten minutes to get himself back under control again (seven to stop sobbing onto Sarah's shoulder, and three to get his abject, mortified embarrassment under control). Normally, he would have devoted a good hour or so to outright hysterics, but the longer he dwelled on what had happened, the closer to being completely out of control he felt. It was in the interests of self preservation that he forced his miserable panic down to a dull roar, and finally raised his head.

Still afraid to look outside the boundaries of his closet for fear of seeing a dead body, Jack started by cracking open a puffy, leaking eye and peered worriedly at the floor. Matt's feet were the first thing he actually ended up seeing, and it was such a blessed relief that he almost burst into tears again.

With a wet sniff, he looked up a little further, finally allowing himself to make eye-contact with the boy who had rapidly become his friend in this chaos. Matt looked happy to see him, which was comforting, but there was a little tag of something else lurking there that unsettled him; what had happened, while he had been unconscious (dead?!) in this horrible room.

"I- sorry." His voice was a wreck, and there was something that was probably mucus sticking to his face and Sarah's shoulder. Jack had never wished for a handkerchief more, but he had been stripped down to a gown at some stage. He didn't even have pants on, he realised, quite horrified given his current position ensconced in Sarah's arms.

"Uh." If his face hadn't already been aggravated to a blotchy red by crying, he was certain that he would have blushed right up to his ears. "Do, do either of you know what happened to my clothes?"

Residential Hall
1327-1335


Keiko watched with something akin to fascination as the scene before her played out in a chaos of emotion; a veritable riot of reactions and quick-fire responses. It was obvious that Aveline was following something of her own agenda, but that was okay; The Instigator might become irate at sudden and inexplicable changes to The Plan, but as far as Trephan had always been concerned, they were what made life fun.

This was a change of plan; Arthur, certainly, had not been arranged with The Instigator's grand scheme in mind, but there was something exciting about the thought that things were about to go stunningly off the rails. Well, more-so, because there was no denying that Aveline jumping all over Arthur, and Xavier having to wade into save the day were things going 'according to plan'.

Of course, things only became stranger a moment later, when Arthur suddenly paled to a frankly shocking shade of grey and staggered back into the wall. Drenched in sweat, shaking and sickly looking; to the outside, it appeared as if the young man were having some form of cardiac event, or at the very least a panic attack, but Keiko was not looking at the outside at all.

Possessing the unique skills of a telepath, combined with a genuine degree and ages-old observations of medicine through time gave Trephan, and therefore Keiko, a rather extraordinary insight into moments such as these. That was not to say, however, that she had any intention of letting that information slip to her fellows.

"Arthur? Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?" Apparently ignoring the previous animosity between herself and her companions given the sudden potential emergency, Keiko stepped up and addressed Xavier. "He doesn't look at all well. Should we call a nurse?"

It took almost a minute for Arthur to respond to them at all, which likely seemed much longer to those genuinely alarmed by what was going on. When he did, there was chaos in his mind, and if he thought he was fooling anyone by acting normally, he was sadly mistaken.

"Arthur, what was that? You look sick. We should call one of the nurses."

Control Room
1325-1340


"You twisted bitch."

Icarus didn't need the monitors that surrounded her to tell her that 'The Instigator' had entered the room, or that he would be in a towering temper. In this intricate, multi-dimensional game of chess that they were playing, this particular move had been started a very long time ago; he had simply failed to notice that he was being manoeuvred into check until now.

"Yes." She didn't turn to face him, choosing instead to watch him rage in the glossy black screen before her, his visage superimposed over a darkish image of the inside of a supply closet in the Infirmary. "Did you need something?"

There was a disgusted sound, inarticulate, furious, but it was easy to duck the wrathful swing he took at her; a simple matter of kicking off from the desk with just enough force to let the wheels on her chair remove her from his reach. The curse he spat out when his hand impacted with the corner of the monitor instead of her face was deeply satisfying; she let it show, knowing that it would only inflame him further.

"Your pet was not supposed to be here." It sounded like he was grinding his teeth, and Icarus was half-tempted to give him some off-hand advice about maintaining good dentition. "Not least now, when things are already so far off-schedule. Do you forget who is running this operation, Icarus? Or do you want to challenge me?"

As if he would stand a chance if she chose to challenge him; Icarus smiled, pushing herself back into place with her toes, mindless of the angry man currently dominating the room. "Challenge you in what sense? You really should be mindful of your words; given that it's something of your 'thing', you're not being all that eloquent right now. If you mean to say 'are you attempting to usurp my authority in this little game of mine, Icarus?' then I can honestly tell you no. I have no intention to take your toys from you."

Finally, she swung to face him, resting back in her chair and quite at ease, as the beginnings of chaos erupted on the screens behind her. "If you are suggesting that I'm upping the difficulty of things, however- well, you'd be quite correct. We can't have you getting complacent, now can we?"

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Residential Hall
1332-1338


Xavier watched with curiosity as the newcomer's whole demeanor suddenly changed, shifting from one of confusion to another of fear, anxiety. The change was sudden and very noticeable. Even Aveline stopped playing with her hair and looked at Arthur, puzzled by the abrupt change in his features. He was clearly startled, yet the source of this reaction was unseen to the others.

He shifted his weight, thinking of approaching the new asylum mate, but thought better of it. He might attack him in his panicked state. So Xavier made himself content to stand still and look watch Arthur for any other sudden changes.

Aveline on the other hand, comprehended that something had happened but had no idea what. Unless she had grown bat wings and turned into a grotesque demon, she saw no reason for Arthur to be backed against the wall as if the devil had come to see him to Hell personally. She looked around at the others, who had the same pondering look on their faces. Keiko's face had hardly seemed to change and Xavier was almost smirking. The blue haired girl tilted her head to the side, perplexed. Why was Arthur special enough to see something and she wasn't? She opened her pale lips to speak but was cut off by him. He tried to reassure them that he was fine, though it was quite evident he wasn't. He was about as fine as she was sane, not that she knew her sanity was serious question. The other two also seemed rather unconvinced by Arthur's dialogue.

Keiko then stepped forward as the shaking figure of Arthur rose, looking like a trapped animal. She asked if he was ok (which had an obvious answer to it) or if he needed to sit down. The twins both had the same thought- he had just been sitting down. If he needed to sit he would have kept himself propped against the wall. Xavier flinched a bit as he sensed his sister's similar thought. Twin telepathy, be it placebo or reality, seemed very real to them. Connected in thought at times, the two found that speaking the same words at once was not something foreign to them. In fact, it was highly amusing to them both.

The other girl next suggested that they call a nurse, addressing Xavier specifically. She then spoke to Arthur, asking him what had happened and if they should call a nurse. Had they not been in the asylum, the two might have agreed to this proposition. Unfortunately, neither of them liked the nurses here. Aveline found them too controlling and mean while Xavier liked to snack on them. Since nurses were not acceptable meals and would likely pin him as the cause of Arthur's panic, he was against the idea. He cast a sideways glance at Aveline, who was pouting at the thought of the mean nurses.

"I don't think they'll be of much help," the two said at once. They were completely indifferent to the fact that they'd spoken at the same time. Xavier proceeded to continue before Aveline opened her mouth to say something incoherent.

"The nurses I've encounter so far haven't been very friendly." Well, I did eat one so I can see why they don't like me, he reflected briefly. "I think food or rest would be the better way to go." His gaze turned to Arthur. "Lunch begins soon as I'm sure you heard. Perhaps you can entertain us by explaining what happened then?"

"Ooh, food!" Aveline chirped excitedly. The idea of eating was very pleasing as she had been banned from the earlier ice cream social and had no idea when she had last eaten. Forgetting about her brother and her new friend, she rushed around the corner and into the main hall. Xavier made no attempt to chase after her, as his main interest was now with Arthur.

Here she found the crazy haired and slightly psychotic looking Devan, also allured by the promise of food. She froze as she saw him, a split moment of fear crossing her face. Aveline would prefer not to be strangled by him and without her nurse eating brother to protect her she was at a great disadvantage. Knowing this, but also remembering her affair with Tori, she was torn as whether or not to approach him. For now, she remained standing in the hall with a blank expression.