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         It seemed that their assumption of there being a group of sorts was correct. Having spent so long practicing their own silent communication, the quiet signals and subtle gestures private signals, it didn’t take much to pick up on at least a few of the others’ means of directing each other.

A glance, a shove, a communication. A union.

Something was up.

Nevertheless, they would have to continue playing the part of the fool, and hope for the best. They needed to keep their cards close to their chest, especially if something was happening beneath their noses. Play the parts of the innocent, the young, the naive, and, with any luck, they’d be left to their own devices for as long as they needed.

A delicate, delicate matter, indeed.

This little reverie of theirs was well hidden, covered by a faint disappointment as the man failed to introduce himself, or even bother to shake their hands. Seeing that keeping them extended would now be a futile gesture, the twins allowed their arms to fall, looping them together so they were once again linked.

At the offer of getting invited along on a tour, the pair exchanged a look, considering it, before both turned. Instead of the more talkative of the two speaking up, however, it was Gale who answered.

”Ah...alright,” he mumbled, smiling sheepishly. “As long as you all don’t mind...we’re...not really sure where to go, ourselves.”

And it was with that agreement that the children of Eden had found themselves following along with the little gathering. They spent their time looking around, taking in the grand windows, the guarded doorways, the fake potted plants- all of it was observed with nothing less than marvel. For what was supposed to be a containment facility for both ill and criminally insane alike, it was surprisingly...lovely. Once they were secure enough in how things worked, they would have to explore the place properly.

An amusing thought flicked through Gale’s head; if their facade had been convincing enough, then any fellow third-warders would be surprised to find them hanging about. With any luck, they could just pass if off as a breakdown of sorts, a fit of insanity. He had heard a story on that before, on one twin being apparently affected by another in their sickness. Both became wild, attempting suicide only to get back up and attack the officers.

And yet they had been released later on with little argument, because they had been on good behavior, because they were deemed sane enough to be free again.

A truly funny incident.

A sudden sound of alarm caught the attention of both twins, and both turned just in time to see the puppet-boy lunge at a guard, red string deftly being wrapped around the unsuspecting man’s throat in a makeshift noose- was that the true purpose of the threads? For use as a makeshift weapon?- before he knew what hit him.

The guards were distracted, but, either way, it didn’t take rocket science to know this was not a good situation to be around.

Mustering up a look of shocked horror instead of fascination, the pair took a few steps backwards, watching the scene go on as if they simply couldn’t tear their eyes away from what was unfolding.

More steps. Then more.

Finally, slipping free of one another, both turned and began to flee.