Yuuji, Puppet Boy
Bubbly | Flamboyant | Impulsive | Insensitive
Sociopathy| Self Harming/depression | Schizotypal Personality Disorder
⎡ Role:Patient ▮ Tale:Pinocchio⎦
|| Speech - #D851FF ||
⎡"I'm not real yet, but I will be I promise."⎦
Bubbly | Flamboyant | Impulsive | Insensitive
Sociopathy| Self Harming/depression | Schizotypal Personality Disorder
⎡ Role:Patient ▮ Tale:Pinocchio⎦
|| Speech - #D851FF ||
⎡"I'm not real yet, but I will be I promise."⎦
Yuuji was very annoyed. He didn't find out they were getting new ones until that very morning. His usual escort, a woman named Robin whom he was proud to say he groomed personally for months told him at 7am, only two hours before the lineup would arrive. He was very disappointed in her and portrayed as such by acting the betrayed child. He hadn't spoken to her for the past half hour and intended to keep it that way for the next day and a half. Currently he led her through the halls, ignoring her despite the sweets she promised. He didn't truly care about the sugared carbs. At least not the ones she offered. She always came to him with candies. Sweets you could get easily at a dollar store by the fistfull. It was pastries and cakes he liked. She should have known that by now.
Yuuji walked the halls lightly his hands entwined behind his back as he pretended his nursemaid didn't exist. ”Meow! You got the wrong cat, lady! N-yarrr!
Yuu blinked and stepped back as Yukiko scurried past him, the wind from her spirited escape blew his near translucent white hair about him. There were a lot of strange people in that place but Yukiko was the strangest in his opinion. He followed in her path towards the commons room, making no attempt to rush through the hallways. He stopped before getting through the last doorway and peered through the window scanning the room for intrigues. Inside the main office some hulking ruffian was giving the wards and nurses a hard time. He spoke with a voice that managed to carry through both sets of walls without him truly raising his voice. The southern accent he had was very strong. Yuu would have to investigate that one further. Ki was in there perched by the window, his deep interest betrayed ever so slightly in his posture. Yuu smiled at his ability to spot that, it took him quite a while to acquire such a skill. At that moment another new patient was being wrestled into the building. He looked around his height, perhaps an inch or two taller but his hair was a pleasant red-brown. Yuu watched closely as the wards wrestled him to calmness, with deep interest in his gaze. Without a doubt he would make for an interesting plaything.
And then there was Emmet. A giddy childish excitement rose in him, drowning out the calculative curiosity that cultivated at the arrival of the new ones. It was as if he’d suddenly been presented with an extra present for his birthday. His magenta eyes widened and all at once he shoved the doors wide opened. “EMMY!”
He practically dove across the room to hang around his neck like a brightly colored necklace. One of his bright red slippers even slipped off and lay abandoned in the middle of the room. The wards in the commons practically bristled unanimously and one of them shouted authoritatively towards him. “Yuuji! Hands to yourself!”
Yuu continued to cling to Emmet with one arm as he made a face at the ward, bulling his eyelid down and sticking his tongue out grotesquely. “Don’t be so stingy, I’m not hurting him, right Emmy? Am I hurting you?” He absently smoothed Emmet’s shirt out, smiling playfully. “He won’t let me anyways.”
The tone in his last sentence was annoyed and by contrast to his light friendly tone seemed aggressive, almost pissed off. “There’s something entirely wrong with the lot of you.”
He left Emmet’s side and walked up to Adair sticking his hand out for a shake. “Hello, welcome to the madhouse I’m Yuuji.”
Yuuji’s hand up to the very tip of his middle finger had been stitched. Not because of any sort of wound mind. There was no split in the skin, there were a few small scars, old scars that were difficult to see with his pale skin but the red threading that trailed in spirals up his arm didn’t look to be anything but some form of decoration, some kind of extreme body modification. It looked painful up close, all one could imagine was the way it must tighten whenever he moved to flex his arm or bend it, the way it tugged at the sensitive skin on the hand. The same stitches were on his face as well. They lined the edge of his eyelid and the corner of his lip. You could almost imagine him tugging the string through as the skin resisted. Yet, Yuuji grinned, oozing with friendliness that may have had the tint of falsehood hidden somewhere like a fraction of unease had been snapped off and dissolved inside. It was not unlike a drug being presented by an oh-so-trusted stranger. This man wanted to harm him.
And yet there was still something genuine in that smile in the similar way that there was something genuine about the way a stranger says he’ll pray for you. You know he will probably forget in the next hour, and the gesture itself may be pointless but the sentiment had some fraction of sympathy hidden in it. Yuuji’s smile had the same tint of sympathy a hint of genuine concern mixed with the intoxicating need to harm.