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Many patients talked among themselves in the sitting room, though the talk was mostly uniform. About Lacross's ambush and lock up in solitary. Some said that it was a welcome relief from the morning chaos that he caused almost every day. Others were fearful of what would happen if he where to get out. He had almost become a mythological creature among the patients. And for good reason.

Most sat at tables, indulging in idle chit-chat. However, there was one in the very back corner that most of the other patients seemed to avoid. About 7 or 8 people around the table, some sitting in chairs while others crawled on all fours, swiping at each other as if they had paws. Others crawled around the room on all fours, looking in sadie's direction, making it look like they weren't looking at her. However, they all wore almost the same thing. Some kind of furs, some had small bone, animal skulls or other animal parts sown into their clothing. Others looked disshuffled in apperiance, as if they had been living in the wild all their lives. But they all seemed to be watching the room, the females and some males at the table, while others wandered the room.

Leland sat at one of the other tables by herself, watching the staff make their rounds and the other patients make idle chat with each other. She had already heard that he was in solitary a while ago. Good riddence, his very presence next to her made her skin crawl. He knew that she would have to deal with him later once he got out. If he got out within the day, but she doubted that from the beating she had heard he had taken. She smirked to herself, but also felt a bit of guilt. Her cousin's den was sacred ground to him and she had torn it to shreds and put the blame on the asylum scapegoat. As much jesse deserved his time, She had not not seen lacross in years and still her grudge against him. She scratched her head, thinking of how to do away with the guilt. People watching would probably help the situation...somewhat.