Snippet #1502237

Rubbing his eyes of the sleep, Gage stepped out of his room and onto the cold floor. Causing him to jump and let out a squeal, his hands grasping the door. A quiet slam would be heard as it smacked against the wall. "Fuuuudge." Every morning he did that. Every morning. "What in the bloody heck.. Why are these floors always so cold!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically before crossing them over his chest.

Today Gage decided to wear something simple. Consisting of a dark blue cotton V-neck and a pair of black jeans that fit quite snuggly. "We need heaters, we really do." The last comment he made to himself, tip-toeing his way back into his room to snatch his worn loafers and slip them on. He was sure it was noon; Gage never was a morning person. "Muuuuch Better!"

Gage continued his previous journey, towards the kitchen with a rumbling stomach. Like any teenage boy, he had an appetite. Thus, hopefully someone was there to make him something, or he'd go hungry. He didn't like making his own meals, wasn't much of a cook, sadly. Not that anyone other then the staff would know, but Gage had been in the hospital again. Well, hospital as in an Psychiatric hospital. One of his 'episodes' had started, nearly ending in some guy's death. Gage did not like to be judged. No judgement. None at all.

"Damnit." He cursed under his breath, not seeing any Staff within the eating facility. Running a hand through his untamed hair, Gage made a move towards the voices. The voices of Jason, and a few others. "Uh.. Hey guys." With a wave, he waited for the replies; Or reply; Or even to be ignored. Either way he would stand at the door, leaning against it's frame with his arms crossed once more, a smile on his lips.