Snippet #1541238

Marcello Chaves

Marcello yawned as he stretched out his arms, flexing his large muscles just because it felt good. He casually watched as Elspeth stretched out her back. A man’s mind was always on sex, whether he cared to admit that or not, it was true. Marcello’s particularly was. He never thought of many of these girls as people he would desire a serious relationship with. No one had ever truly struck him that way and he didn’t know anyone at that deep level anyway, no one knew him on a deep level. Sometimes Marcello wondered if he still had his deep level, until he painted. We he painted, everything came out. His pain, hatred, sadness, everything. But even though he wasn’t looking for a relationship, he enjoyed suggestively teasing girls, hitting on them all just for the sheer fun of it. Maybe he would know someone who made him desire more one day, but today he only knew people on a shallow level.

He then listened to Axel’s answer with a polite smile. Wondering what Axel’s best art work looked like. He wondered what Elspeth’s best art work looked like. Marcello smiled as he thought of the three of them in a deep drawing competition. Who would win, that is the question. Maybe he would draw boobs and declare himself winner since nothing could possibly beat that.

“So Axel… Have you ever thought of.. You know. The outside?” Marcello asked without thought. Many of the experiments liked to talk about the outside, or escaping. Marcello often wondered about it too, keeping the outside as a place visited only by his wildest imagination. Marcello admired Elspeth as she tried to sleep, knowing it would be impossible in this loud room. He wondered if he would ever get to know anyone.

“I always wonder if any of us will ever see it…” Marcello said as Matt started going crazy on the guard. Marcello busted into laughter. To Marcello, violence was incredibly entertaining. Demented, but true. It was like people who loved boxing or wrestling. “Well, with that attitude maybe some of us will one day see the out side” Marcello said in and out laughs.

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Heroku Hiroshima

“Scar face”. Heroku had been off in her thoughts as she imagined the scene Matt depicted. There was so little interesting that happened here, even the slightest story of entertainment was captivating. Heroku stayed safely in her seat as she watched the group approach the guard. The animals were whining loudly for food, it seemed. Food, did indeed sound nice. But after Matt had beaten the guard up, much to Heroku’s horror, they would likely not get food. In fact, they might all get punished and say it was a group riot, therefore a group effort.

Heroku smiled anyway as danced over to Reap. He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone, just writing away in his notebook.

“Hello Dearest Reap! How are you today? You seemed quite lonely, so I have come to entertain you. What are you writing my kind fellow?” Heroku asked, with the deep desire to read his note book. She had read every book they had in the so called “library” here, at least four times over. She had read every word she could find anywhere. Reading was something the strange little Heroku loved to do, and the fact that he had something she had not read was electrifying.

Heroku did not think twice if Reap wanted to be left alone or if he was busy. She simply was not that sort of person. Standing at barely five foot she looked like a child in this room of teenagers. But her ever shinning personality never failed to waver in front of her fellow peers.