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David
“….ask yourself, where is my mind? Where is my mind….”
Where is my mind?
David opened his eyes to find himself staring at a wall, laying in a bed, feeling the familiar sensation of I want to close my eyes again that he got every morning. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and heard the faint noise that had awoken him. A small ear bud lay on his pillow, fallen out long ago from his tossing and turning in the night, volume so loud he could still hear the lyrics to Where is My Mind playing.
He stared at the wall for a moment more before moving to untangle himself from the headphones and turn off his mp3. He then lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. Get up, he scolded himself. But his body resisted, wanting nothing more to continue to lay in bed, close his eyes, and fall back into the blissful oblivion.
“Can’t sleep you’re whole life,” he said aloud to himself, making himself sit up without letting himself think. That’s how you do things. Make a decision, don’t think, and act. But it wasn’t always that easy, like when you get up for the day. Besides, there was a hollowness in his stomach that had him immediately long to be in the kitchen. That longing was enough to get him to jump out of bed and make him get ready.
A sudden growl from his stomach just elaborated on his morning hunger, that he usually always got, and got him to move to the kitchen. He thought it would be odd to be living in a cabin with people he barely knew, but he kept to himself so much that in only felt slightly different. Still, he kept to the side of the hall, and was ready to avoid all and any conversation. At least until he ate. He usually perked up after that.
Arriving at the kitchen, a thought occurred to him. It was still early. Like, really early. He actually could have slept. Groaning at his lack of revelation while still in bed, David went on to get himself something to eat anyways. An apple. That could be taken back to his room. Shrugging, he picked it up and began to walk back, but then thought it would be better to go for a walk instead. Of course through, once getting to the living room, he had to find Elliott on the couch, passed out, shirtless. Almost as if he felt like he was intruding (even though it was in the middle of the living room), he tried to hurry past as quietly as possible, which for him, wasn't much.

Rey (Skip if you don't like snakes. Basically she's brushing her teeth.)
Rey had dreams that were always a little odd, but as she brush her teeth and watch her reflection, nodding her head slightly to a beat only she could hear, she couldn't help but find this one as even odder.

She had been in some war, a soldier or something, but no one seemed to be worried about it, and when it was over, no matter whose side, everyone just kind of sat around. She walked around, looking at everything, helping people, but she felt drawn to one area. There sat a boy. He was only, like, nine, but he had a snake about the thickness of a thumb and the length of an arm in his hand. It had small black eyes, hissing now and then. She felt fascinated. The boy held out the snake, saying it needed help. So, she knelt down and got close to look, but the snake just stared back. She opened her mouth, for only a moment, to say, "What is wrong?", and the snake immediately sprang from his hand and shot into her mouth. Panic. Pure panic. She bit down and grabbed at it's tail, desperate to make sure it didn't slither into her throat. She stopped it in time, bout now the snake felt even more slimy, even gooey, in her mouth, and juices leaked from where she bit. With horror and disgust she began to peel the dead thing from her mouth, and as she scraped her teeth with her nail, she awoke.

"I must be mad," she said to herself, but there was a huge, toothy grin on her lips that contradicted the statement.

Xavier
Xavier had been sleeping soundly for the past 10 hours, having fallen asleep pretty early the night before. He wasn't sure about everyone else, but he himself was completely and utterly exhausted. Maybe it was the new people, not trying to seem too weird, but he was pretty sure he already had a slight negative reputation with some people. He tried to ignore that though. Positive. Positive.

When he woke up, he actually felt very well rested and very upbeat, which was strange for his mornings. Usually he seemed like he was dead, a zombie, unsociable. When they first got to the mansion, he figured he'd never sleep. Considering he didn't sleep well unless under great conditions, and they were put in a basement, he was worried. But it turned out it was a pretty nice basement, and if not for lack of windows, he could swear he was above ground. And the slight chill. That threw him off too.

He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself while he was alone in his room. Besides sleep, he couldn't think of much. Draw? He was never quite into that. Read? Never found anything very interesting. He had a laptop, but he couldn't think of anything to do. That was productive, at least. He kind of wished he had a window, at least he could sight see, or have some natural light.
No, he thought to himself, there's nothing wrong with being here, just go outside for sun. Looking at his hands, he realized he could use some sun too. He was too pale. Or at least it seemed it. Maybe he could do something fun he usually couldn't while others were awake? There's nothing to really do without people, he rebutted, basically arguing with himself. Muttering under his breath, he left his room anyways, hoping to find something.