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Adalwulf Claus Schröder

"M-May I ask that you please do not touch me, ne?"

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a character in “Cata Sophia Home for the Mentally Disturbed”, as played by KuruLesperance

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Full Name:
Adalwulf Claus Schröder

Nationality:
German

Age:
13

Gender:
Male "I-I'm not a girl, okay, ne?"

Power(s):
"W-What, ne? I'm h-human! S-See! Don't hurt me, please! Ach mein gott!"

Appearance Description:
A small, petite boy, having a flexible physique, being able to sit in fetal position. Adalwulf is rather stout for his age, only, surprisingly, standing at 4'9, a small little thing. The German boy normally keeps his hair into two, separated long pigtail braids, the color being a ghostly blonde, nearly snow white. Why? He was curious one day and decided to bleach his hair. Unfortunately for him, it never came out, and he was stuck having a panic attack for the rest of the night.
Adalwulf is easily mistaken for the opposite gender because of his oh-so-feminine appearance; he's somehow dealing with it though. Somehow. The boy's skin is a milky pale color, and more often than not, he's seen without a smile. He rarely smiles, nor frowns, it is just a thin line between plump lips.
As for clothes, well, Adalwulf prefers to wear vests complemented with puffed-out shorts and golden knee-highs. He's odd like that, not to mention, he gets curious about women and decides to crossdress. Generally, he's used to it, though don't expect him to undress in front of you. He's too self-conscious about his body, more or less what he wears.
The German boy wears heeled boots, often wearing fashionable clothing (in his eyes) to express his individuality. Adal is a unique boy, nonetheless. On his head of bleached hair lies a beret, with an odd piece of hair that stands out like a sore thumb, considered a cowlick, or ahoge for that matter. I advise not pulling it, as it is sensitive. Wait, understatement. His whole body is sensitive, but, I suppose his cowlick is the most. A mole is adjacent to his right eye, as well.

"J-Just don't touch my ahoge, okay, n-ne?"

Sexual Orientation:
Adalwulf is believed to be bisexual, willing to love any gender as long as they love him back. He's sort of a lonely boy; though, he has more understanding and has a lot more knowledge than he should.

"W-Well, I suppose I u-understand love more than an a-actual 13 year old s-should, though, I-I'm kind of afraid of it, ne."

Mental Disorder/Disability/Syndrome:
Asperger's Syndrome and severe panic disorder. Panic attacks are triggered often, even by the slightest fear.

Why were you sent to Cata Sophia?:
Adalwulf was sent to Cata Sophia after one of his panic attacks, and it was a major one. He loves his parents dearly, but ever since that day where he almost got rammed by a car, he's become this paranoid, spaced-out wreck. Specifically, his panic disorder stems from the (almost) car accident, though his Asperger's syndromes is something that came within his DNA; he was born with it, but because of problems, it's been getting worse.

His last major panic attack was recent. It began in the middle of the night when he was having an intense nightmare, and his parents had to rush to his room to comfort him. It went on for at least 5 hours straight: stricken with fear and being a shaking mess. His parents thought that perhaps it was time to send their child to Cata Sophia Mental Home, where they could help him with his anxiety and scared demeanor.

Personality:
The German boy has a frightened demeanor, and often dislikes being touched, pulled, or manhandled. Odd boy, right? Let's go more into detail. He has an eccentric fascination for science and art, normally avoiding others to have time to think. Adal tends to ponder a lot whether science is art, or art is science, and is known to be very knowledgeable and intelligent for such an age. The boy is usually found painting, fantasizing about astronomy and sciences, or either doing something productive unless he is scared out of his wits.

To calm Adal during a panic episode, it takes awhile for being such the skiddish and shaken boy he is. It's hard to soothe him, but one way is to mention science or art and he'll start ripping your ear off with facts. Adalwulf, through and through, is socially awkward, his voice being soft, stuttery, and passionate, and barely having any social skills since he avoided so many children in school. He wouldn't let anyone touch him, no one at all, or else the German boy would try to get away while screaming bloody murder (not literally). The boy has a love for music, art, science and all else, being talented at piano and solving the hardest equations to produce a scientific experiment, your local geek.

Brief History:
Adalwulf was born to two German women, both full-blooded, so he is fluent in his native language, as well as having a heavy German accent, often pronouncing "w"s as "v"s, and replacing "this" with "zis". The two women, at first, lived in Germany with their son Adalwulf, Berlin to be exact, until they took an odd turn and suggested living in England and exploring the different countries. As for Adalwulf, Adalwulf was all for it, because land was made with science, and maps are a piece of art. Soon afterwards, Adalwulf was nearly run over by a European van, which is exhibit A of the beginning of his panic disorder. His life wasn't anything too sob-story, or too high-class: sure, he's a rich boy, but you know, he's the lonely kind. Too scared to really make friends. Too flinchy to let anyone even get close to him.
Well, now, he's here in Cata Sophia. Whoopdie do.

Quirks:
He tends to go/sit in fetal position a lot.
Adalwulf obsesses over science and art.
The boy has a verbal tic, often murmuring "ne" at the end of his sentences.
He crossdresses on occasion.

Talents:
Adalwulf is amazing at the piano and is extraordinarily intelligent when it comes to science and art.

Role:
Normal Boy 1 (8-13)

Likes:
Science
Art
Hiding
Crossdressing

Dislikes:
Getting touched
Panic attacks
His constant fear
Bad thoughts

Blood Type:
A+

Other:
.... I already read my own rules, muwaha.

So begins...

Adalwulf Claus Schröder's Story

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Slowly realizing he was still in the room, and that he actually just rammed into some guy, and now people are probably staring at him, he let out a shaky breath, continuing to shake endlessly: though, when the older man took his face into his hand, his eyes widened and he tensed, arching and flinching away from his touch, though he released him before he flinched away, danke gott.

Grip tightening on his beret, his chest rose up and down as his breathing evened out again. "A-Adalwulf, ne." The boy murmured softly, tugging uncomfortably on his braids, afterwards pulling up his golden knee-highs as they seemed to slip when he was making a run for it. Rising shakily, he put his hands behind his back and stared at the ground, his heart still beating at a fast pace but the intense strikes of fear and the shortness of breath was beginning to fade away.

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On the other hand, in the other room, Mr. Sophia was murmuring something to one of his workers; the only worker that knew about his plans. "We've got two murderous insane twins coming, a psychotic 12 year old, and some girl named after a landmark. Write them down; we might have to keep a special eye on the twins though." The worker, which was a woman, nodded and took notes.

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An watched Adalwulf run away with sad eyes. The butterflies appeared again, this time on the crown. It fluttered its wings at her again before the sense of melancholy began washing over her back like a bucket of primordial ooze. It was happening again. She quickly got up, her hands already shaking.

"E-excuse me, Rina aru... I'd hate to run out on you rike this but I need to go aru..." she muttered, before she took off, the shaking becoming worse and worse. The butterflies were almost surrounding her when she sped past a calmer looking Adalwulf. By the time she reached the end and was away from everyone, she couldn't see straight. The fluttering of the butterflies made it hard for her to concentrate. She leaned her forehead against the wall, gasping for breath as she began to feel the dread and sorrow again. It was another episode, two days after her last. Now she remembered. She had killed someone and hurt two more. then flew off as her other form.

"Baba's okay, Otou-san's okay... Where am I? I'm not at home... They should come find me soon... I miss them... Where is everyone..? Did they leave too..? Baba, Otou-san... They left... Why'd they leave..? They're dead, right...? I don't like it here... Wings... Wing..? Butterfly's have wings... I don't like butterflies... Butterflies made Baba die... Then they took Otou-san too... Why don't they just leave me alone..?" the rambling began as the butterflies covered her. Her eyes darted around looking for something, anything to break. There was only the wall.

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Adelio shifted his weight to hs other foot and watched the girl as she came in. He wanted to say sonething like; "Welcome to my Palace, my subject!" Or "Servant! I'm glad you're here, can you fetch me my crown?" But he only shook his head, and searched in his pocket for another mint. He popped it in his mouth, and looked around the room.

So far, the little boy-girl was practically curled up on the floor, sobbing. Then there was the hand-crafter who was running out of the room speedily, there was a boy, about his own age who was looking down at the boy-girl curled on the ground, there was the peasant, who was just sitting beside some strange paper things. Definetly not paper money, though. So it was of no use to him. Then there were Vashti, himself and the new girl who'd come through the room.
He descided to give them nicknames. Obviously, he was The Prince. Vashti was 'Noble', the butterfly wing threatener was, well, 'Peasant'. Then there was the girl who made the paper things, otherwise known as 'Hand-crafter'. The boy curled on the ground he would call 'Ground-licker' Since he seemed to be so clost to the ground he could lick it. Then the black-haired boy who looked about his age, he looked like a bodyguard to Adelio. Next, was the girl who'd just come through the door, whom he would call 'Servant' Because that's the first thing he though of.

With a satisfied smile, he clapped his hands together once. "Perfect." Was all he said, then went back to the mint bowl. "These are delicious, really." He muttred, shoving another from the bowl in his mouth.

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"A-Adalwulf, ne." Christophe nodded, stepping back slightly. He closed his eyes, feeling the boy's emotions mellow out, his breathing less eradicated.

"Hmm...You seem pretty young compared to the rest of...us. He motioned to the rest of the group. "Wait, you have an pretty thick accent. You're...German? He asked, looking around thoughtfully. He laid his eyes on a boy with black hair, munching on a few mints from a bowl on the table. Raising an eyebrow, he turned back to the young boy.

'Excuse me a second' He said, looking back towards the man. Christophe slowly began to lift up above the ground, gliding over to the wooden table in the center of the room. He eyed the black-haired man for a second, then snatched two mints out of the bowl, shoving one into his mouth. Smiling softly, he hovered back to the boy, leaning back in a sitting position in mid-air. He handed the other mind to the blonde boy.

'Is that natural? The color, I mean. He asked, motioning towards the boy's braids.

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"Y-Yes. I-I'm German, a-and yes, I'm young. I-I know I look younger, b-but I'm 13." The boy said, a small, embarrassed blush rising to his cheeks as he stared off the other direction, until he could sense movement and a small wave of air brush against his cheek. Looking in the older man's direction, his eyes widened when he saw him floating. Floating! He felt absolutely alone. The boy felt like he was the only human, and as the man floated off, a soft whimper escaped his throat. Perhaps this man was nice, and not mean? Well, who is he kidding? Everyone's insane here.

Hands trembling as he gripped his beret, he swallowed hard as the man came back over and offered him a mint in which he warily took, only to flinch and let out a quiet mewl when he heard cackling and, to him, demonic laughing down the hall. It was indeed pretty loud, and he decided to inch himself closer to the floating man.

"N-No, it isn't natural. I-I was curious one day and ended up b-bleaching my hair. M-My natural hair color is black." Inhaling shakily, he decided to ask a question of his own. "I-I a-assume you have s-supernatural a-abilities, yes?" As he spoke, his voice went quiet and shaky as the question continued on. "Y-You won't hurt me, w-will you? C-Can I trust you? I-I feel so alone here, besides the t-two girls I've talked to, a-and I've r-reasoned they p-probably won't harm me, b-but I can't help but f-feel fearful. B-Besides, I-I don't even think I-I've run into another power-less h-human yet, unless that P-Prince guy is one, b-but he's scary."

The smaller boy breathed in once again to continue on, hands becoming clammy the longer he gripped his beloved hat. "W-What I'm saying i-is that I need s-someone I can r-rely on. S-Someone m-mature and older, b-because I've never really, e-exactly socialized as much as some people do, as I-I don't really l-like being touched, ne."

Whimpering softly from frustration, as he had a hard time trying to explain himself, he dug his nails into the material. "Mein gott! This is hard to explain. Y-You see, I-I get s-scared really easily, a-and I can't help i-it. I-I was diagnosed with p-panic disorder and Asperger's s-syndrome, I think. I w-would trust the girls and s-stuff, but I-I'm trying to get u-used to other men, ne. I-I've lived with women a-all my life so t-this is really new to m-me. W-What I'm saying is.....!

Okay, at this point, he was beginning to get angry with himself. Just spit out the words, kid! "I-I need someone that I-I know I can feel completely comfortable a-around. S-Someone that I can c-cling to when I'm s-scared, like I do with mama Ada and mama Elisa. I d-don't know why y-you're here, b-but, I w-want to be able to trust someone. A m-man. I want to g-get used to being around m-men, s-so I might as well p-practice here. I-I'm going to be here f-for quite awhile, s-so, I need someone b-because I know I-I'm going to get frightened a lot while I'm here. So, p-please, I want to trust y-you, ne."

Looking up at the man, he felt his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited an answer anxiously. What was going to happen? Could Adalwulf actually trust this man? Dear god! What could happen? Taking in soft, quick breaths, he stared down at the floor with his beret now pressed to his chest.

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Christophe listened intently as the boy stuttered out his question. He was touched that this young boy would want to be stuck with him of all people, and Christophe was more than willing to help the boy. Lowering himself to the ground, and leaned against the wall, attempting to get comfortable.

'Well, I've never really thought of myself as "Supernatural" but I guess you could say that. And no, I'm going to hurt you. He paused, glancing over at the other Black-Haired male, currently chewing threw another mint. Turning back to the boy, he chuckled lightly. 'You think he's scary? Hmmpf. Ah. So that's why the boy was so jittery, he had PD.

'Listen. You might think you're the only person who's messed up in here. Well, you're not. I...Well, I have schizophrenia. Trust me, it isn't fun for any of us, especially the ones who can...well... He floated up a foot into the air, looking pointedly down at the empty space between his feet and the ground. He came back down, face serious.

'Yea, folks who can do that. But I will tell you one thing. You can trust me. Entirely. He winked at the boy, leaning back into the air once more.

"Wait...You have two moms?

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The small boy's heart sped up, not sure if it was from fear or relief, and gripped his beret tighter to where he almost ripped it. "T-That's great, ne." He whispered softly, raising his head to look up at the man, contemplating in his mind if he should touch him or not. Adalwulf thought and thought for what seemed like minutes to him but yet they were only mere seconds, and he extended a pale hand, reaching out to the man and gently grabbing his arm, that strike of fear and tingling sensation he always got when touched running through his skin.

Adalwulf let out a soft whimper, the rich German boy attempting to get used to the feeling of physical contact. It felt so odd; so scary, he really had no idea what to do, so he thought of science and art. Science and art, to try to calm himself. Think of the man, the man that said he could be trusted. Once the boy calmed down slightly, he looked back up at the man and took in a couple of quick, short breaths before speaking.

"J-Ja. M-My parents are both females, mama E-Elisa is the o-one that had me though. I-I've never met my surrogate f-father, but, I r-really don't mind." His lips curved into the hint of a faint smile. "M-Mama Ada loves mama Elisa a lot, ne. I-It's really s-sweet. I-I remember, b-back when I was younger lad and we w-were in Germany, mama Elisa would always buy gifts f-for mama A-Ada. Well, s-she still buys gifts, b-but not that often b-because she wants to s-save money. I-I mean, we have a nice amount, i-it's just we like to put it for good uses. W-We occasionally d-donate."

After his words, his eyes went more gentle instead of fear-stricken, as he was beginning to feel quite comfortable. Maybe, perhaps when he's used to arm holding, he could advance to hugging. Well, actually, that's a bit too fast. "Sometimes, w-when I watch m-mama Ada and m-mama Elisa, I wonder to myself how I'll end up when I'm older, ne. Will I find love or will I not? W-Will I be a famous pianist or artist? To be honest w-with you, I-I'm scared of love b-because I'm scared of h-heartbreak, b-but, I suppose it's just things that cross my m-mind. I've still got a lot ahead of me, ne." The boy said, looking up at the ceiling as he put his beret back onto his head.

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Christophe smiled as the boy grabbed his arm, happy that he was feeling more comfortable. Christophe felt the boy's nervousness melt away, replaced by a new-found confidence.

"Sometimes, w-when I watch m-mama Ada and m-mama Elisa, I wonder to myself how I'll end up when I'm older, ne. Will I find love or will I not? W-Will I be a famous pianist or artist? To be honest w-with you, I-I'm scared of love b-because I'm scared of h-heartbreak, b-but, I suppose it's just things that cross my m-mind. I've still got a lot ahead of me, ne." Christophe stared intently, wondering what to say. His headache was still present, but he had forgotten about it long ago.

I know how you feel. When I was your age, which wasn't that long ago, I was terrified of who I was going to become. My mother had complete faith in me, but I didn't believe in myself at all. We had just found out about my...[i>"problem"[/i], and I was extremely depressed at the time. I thought I was going to grow up in some...loony bin, and never be able to have a real life. When I look back on it now, it seemed kind of silly. Christophe chuckled, leaning towards the boy slightly.

" As for love? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've never been able to have a real relationship with a guy...I was always scared of "heartbreak" as you put it, and what would happen if I snapped...Well, I guess we're both lucky in a sense. We've got our whole lives ahead of us! Who knows, I might turn out to be an astronaut, and you a circus clown. Things happen, you know?"

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The German boy nodded slowly, understanding and taking it all in. A guy, though? Ah. He must prefer the same gender as well, and this almost sent a surge of contentment through his spine. It was like being with mama Ada and mama Elisa again, except with one, and the opposite gender. Opening his small mouth to speak, he was cut off as a booming voice echoed. It was Mr. Sophia walking down the hall and to the room.

"Hello! I hope everyone has relaxed and found themselves at home already. Everyone please gather in the dining room as we have snacks set out for those who are a bit famished, afterwards everyone will introduce themselves and say an interesting fact about him or herself. Understood? Wonderful. Now, I will be waiting! The Nurses will be answering the doors from now on." The man called out, grinning a bit too oddly for Adalwulf's liking, and he walked away and up the hall heading towards the larger room for feasting.

Looking up at the man, he inched himself even closer and continued clinging to his arm, nervously biting his bottom lip. "S-Shall we go, ne?" He asked quietly.

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"Hello! I hope everyone has relaxed and found themselves at home already. Everyone please gather in the dining room as we have snacks set out for those who are a bit famished, afterwards everyone will introduce themselves and say an interesting fact about him or herself. Understood? Wonderful. Now, I will be waiting! The Nurses will be answering the doors from now on."

An didn't move from her spot even when snack was called. She felt arms move her to a new seat in the cafeteria. She watched everyone with dull eyes, the butterflies clinging to her head and hair. She looked at the table, none her body parts moving, not even her chest. If it weren't for her moving eyes that flickered from person to person, she'd look dead. She saw different people. Some she saw before, others looked new to her. Her ears flicked back and forth, trying to stay alert for someone to talk to her. She couldn't snap at them, not now.

That cute kid, Adalwulf clinging to some guy.

"Looks like he didn't like a freak like you~"

"Shut it..." she whispered to the voice, fed up with its talking. Why couldn't it be like everyone else and leave her alone?

"Because, dear one, I'm you. Your mind made me when you watched your fathers die~ Remember? You called me Rage and we were beeeeest friends~"

"Go away..." she tried again. Rage merely laughed.

"Fine, fine~ Be alone forever~"

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'S-shall we go, ne? With a small nod, and a grin, began floating towards the large, mahogany door, pulling the boy along behind him. Glancing down at the boy's nervous expression, Christophe frowned, and set his feet on the ground, beginning to walk on the ground next to Adalwulf. With a sudden burst of daring inspiration, Christophe slung his arm around the small boy's shoulders, grinning slyly.

'I'll take it off if you want. I know you said you don't like people touching you and all. Pushing his glasses farther up his nose, Christophe began looking at the beautiful paintings upon the wall, obviously originals. The house itself was luxurious, about the size of a large mall. The floors, were hardwood, and in some places, plush carpeting.

Upon entering the Dinning room, Christophe let out a nervous cough. It was huge!, obviously meant to hold a large amount of people. Releasing Adalwulf, Christophe walked towards the end of the table, placing himself in one of the wooden chairs, motioning for the boy to sit next to him. Soon enough, the gray, bearded man came into view, a wide smile plastered upon his face.

'Hello! I assume you all are hungry? Christophe merely grunted softly, and began looking around the large room.

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Flinching when the man suddenly slung an arm around him, his heart quickened but he assured himself that he'd be fine as they entered the dining room, his eyes widening at the size. Swallowing hard, he watched Christophe take off towards the table and sit, motioning for him to sit next to the older man, though he stood for a few moments and looked softly to Tian, raising a hand to wave at her. "H-Hallo, Tian!" Adalwulf called out softly as his boots hit against the hard floor with a clack while he made his way over to the chair next to Christophe.

Adalwulf watched in timid silence as, which he assumed were chefs, began setting large plates on the tables for everyone, Mr. Sophia standing in the middle of the dining room with a cheesy grin. "Alright! Before you begin eating, I'd like to say that, I, of course, am Mr. Sophia, the owner of Cata Sophia Mental Home. Now, I want every single one of you to feel comfortable here, make yourselves at home and don't be afraid to ask any questions! After we feast, we will begin with introductions and go from there! Understood? Great, dig in!" The man called out with his booming voice, which in honesty, creeped Adalwulf out.

Scooting his chair closer to the man next to him, he watched Tian for a moment before moving his gaze to that "Princely" man, the one that scared him the most, then back to Christophe, the one he would be hanging around for quite awhile. Clearing his throat, he looked to Tian down the table and nervously fiddled with his thumbs in his lap, biting his bottom lip harder in thought.

"T-Tian! I-I, um, I k-know I kind of left unexpectedly before s-so I want to say I'm sorry. I-I was having a p-panic attack a-and I f-felt like I couldn't b-breathe so I s-started panicking a-and didn't know what to do a-and I-I'm really, really sorry. I-It was rude of me." He apologized quietly, shakily grabbing a teacup that was set on the table near a cluster of more, and sipping in silence, gaze quickly shifting and moving back towards Christophe, trembling when he saw that Prince guy practically next to them, though he was on the other side of Christophe, danke gott!

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When the prince spoke about her, Rage giggled.

"Look, look~ Look at the weak little princeling... You could break his pretty little neck and he couldn't do a thing~" Rage told her, it was almost like she was beside, whispering.

"Of course I am~ I'm you remember?" Rage told her again. The butterflies landed on her plate as the episode began to fade. But she still felt that sadness. She gripped her arms, her nails cutting into her skin like little knives. She began to bleed lightly, her red blood becoming a weird purple color when it hit the air. The butterflies that were still there began to lick at the blood on the table.

"My, my~ Aren't they hungry~? You could eat too~ Just snap~ Snap, dear one, snap..." An felt the wings threatening to explode from her back, her long straw like tail hanging off the chair. She knew there was fur appearing on her shoulders, arms, legs. She had to control it. No one would ever like her again if she didn't. The butterflies began to die faster.

"T-Tian! I-I, um, I k-know I kind of left unexpectedly before s-so I want to say I'm sorry. I-I was having a p-panic attack a-and I f-felt like I couldn't b-breathe so I s-started panicking a-and didn't know what to do a-and I-I'm really, really sorry. I-It was rude of me."

She looked up at the boy and smiled weakly. "I'm glad you came back aru... Then I won't change into that thing again aru... Thank you Wurf aru..." she barely registered the other boy but still smelt him.

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"I'm Kristina, and this is Daniel," Sammie stopped tugging on her hair and smiled back at the girl. "Do you want to come with us? We're going to try to meet some of the people around here,"

"I'd-" She starting, grinning widely, but her smile faltered as she looked at the boy's face. He wasn't normal. He wasn't crazy, but he wasn't normal. "He's fine. He's just... Not normal. And he's probably going to decline what I'm saying, but it's true." Charlotte said, deciding to speak up when Sammie stopped. She tugged on the bottom of her dress as she waited for Daniel's answer. She cocked her head sideways, curios at what he would say. But over his shoulder, she saw two guys talking. One seemed younger, but the other was at least 20. She caught the older kid's eye, and Sammie took over again. She gave him a smile and gave a look that invited him to come over. But he wouldn't. Nobody listened to little kids like herself.

Returning her attention to Daniel, she raised an eyebrow.

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"I'd be delighted. At least I can stand you." Adelio said with a smile. Vashti sat down on the comfortable chair and pulled herself in close to the table. He then went on about how those around the room were all jealous of him, of his hair and his face. "They are all obviously in doubt of themselves, don't you think, Noble?" he turned to her, and she tilted her head. Noble? Did he mean her? Before she could reply a chef set a large plate in front of her, and the man she had seen earlier at the front door began to speak.

"Alright! Before you begin eating, I'd like to say that, I, of course, am Mr. Sophia, the owner of Cata Sophia Mental Home. Now, I want every single one of you to feel comfortable here, make yourselves at home and don't be afraid to ask any questions! After we feast, we will begin with introductions and go from there! Understood? Great, dig in!"

Vashti lifted up her cutlery and poked the food on the plate. This could have drugs in it, she thought immediately, before mentally shaking herself. Wow, maybe she really should be here if she began to act so paranoid. She looked down at the plate and was surprised to find her favourite meal. Not allowing herself to question this, she slowly began to eat in little bites, eyes still looking around the room.
After swallowing her first bite she glanced over at Mr. Sophia, “If I’m supposed to make myself at home, does that mean I can leave any time I want like I can at home?” she asked him.

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"So, you have a mommy and daddy huh, must be nice, Though I assume they don't understand you're role in this wicked play? My guess is they have been just as wicked to you as any of these doctors or nurses in here. No puppet truly understands what it is to be special."

Lina heard Kitty say this "They don't understand me at all, they hated me all my life. Having me at doctors and scientists and stuff. I don't like my parents at all. And they tried to have me do things I did not like to do. I really don't like adults, they try to boss me around too much and I just don't like that

"But you show potential, being that you are special. You say you enjoy attacking others, well you may just fit in with us. I love nothing more than watching these fools that walk amung us suffer. Unfortunantly I was born human, and My sister was delivered with the curse, though I feel things would still be the same."

Lina hair was turning to a bright purple, meaning she was really happy. "I do like attacking others especially if they say the wrong thing to me or if I just don't like them. I was born different and thats why my parents don't like me. They didn't like that I was not normal like my other siblings but I feel that is what makes me special. I just wish I could use my wings more" she says the last part with a pout.

"If you wish to befriend us, here is you're first task. I wish to know everything you know about the others, I'm curious to see whom we are housed with."

Lina looked to Kitty "Well I only met a few of them before I went on my own." She looks over then points to the small boy Adalwulf "Thats Wulf, he is sorta umm wimpy, he seems to be scared and shaking alot. I tried to talk to him but I think I scared him. Do you think im scary?" She asked curiously what they thought of her.

Looking around again she saw An pointing to the girl "thats An, she always ends her sentances in aru. She also makes cool animal and things out of paper. I swear I thought wings come out of but she said they weren't wings. She seems okay but she did run away from me when I was talking to her."

She then pointed to Adelio "that guys a butthole, he calls himself 'The Prince', he was not nice and thinks everyone is suppose to serve him and stuff. He called me a peasent. He also stole one of An's crowns she made. I got mad and attacked hims but he didn't do anything. I really don't like him."

Pointing to Christophe then Vashti "I don't really know them, they were in the room where I was but I didn't talk to them. Though the girl seemed to talk to the prince guy a bit" she then pointed to the younger girl, and the boy and girl that where holding hands "I don't know who they are, they musta came in while I was with you two. But thats all I know so far, if I learn anything else I will tell you more." She looked to Kitty and Porcelain "did I do my first task good? can we be friends now?"

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The man almost scowled at Vashti, but he kept that goofy grin. "Sweetie, sorry, but no, you cannot leave whenever. Ah! I forgot to mention- hey, where did those two kids go off to? Nurses! Go outside and find them please!" He called out, and they obeyed, heading outside and looking for Kristina and Daniel, calling out both of their names as they searched.

As for the man, he inhaled sharply but still managed to smile. "Now! I'd like to start with introductions. You young man! You go first, and it will be a chain from then on! Alright? Alright! Fun, fun!" He said with a grin, winking to everyone.


Adalwulf flinched when the man with the beard looked to him and told him to go first. Standing up in his seat, he looked to Christophe with a worried expression, swallowing hard. "I-I am A-Adalwulf Claus S-Schröder. I was born a-and raised in Germany, a-and, please don't t-touch me." The boy said quietly to the crowd, eyes widening as he lowered his head thinking about how loud or how quiet he was. Sitting back down as quick as a flash, he nudged Christophe and gripped his arm, hugging the arm for comfort. "C-Christophe, y-you go now." The boy whispered, anxiety on the edge of his voice. It was too big and scary in here for comfort, and those two girls, the one with the tail and just generally creepy one, made his heart race with fear. They had an odd look about them; a scary one, that just downright freaked him out.

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"I-I am A-Adalwulf Claus S-Schröder. I was born a-and raised in Germany, a-and, please don't t-touch me."

"Yea...Uh...I'm Christophe, and I..." "Oh! I like to smoke."

An looked up, her ears flicking back and forth. She smiled, Rage was gone and she was happy again! Now she couldn't snap if she was talked to! An's tail swished against the chair, the long tear hairs making a funny sound as they brushed the wood. "Hi! I'm Tian An Men, call me An aru! I can make lots of pretty things with paper aru!" She turned to whoever was beside her. "Your turn aru!" She kicked her legs out and hummed. She watched everyone and their smells. Some smelled like Normals, others smelt different. Her nose and brain was having a field day, matching scents to faces. Adalwulf smelled like wood, the kid Christophe smelled like smoke, go figure....

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"Sweetie, sorry, but no, you cannot leave whenever.” The older man replied with his strange grin that unsettled her. She crossed her arms childishly and leaned back in her chair. Sweetie, who the hell calls someone sweetie in a mental home?

"Now! I'd like to start with introductions. You young man! You go first, and it will be a chain from then on! Alright? Alright! Fun, fun!"
Vashti’s eyes turned to the boy she had seen behind the chair earlier, and listened attentively as he began to speak. "I-I am A-Adalwulf Claus S-Schröder. I was born a-and raised in Germany, a-and, please don't t-touch me." After his brief introduction he sat down in a flash and turned to the man next to him, telling him to speak next.

A part of her was tempted to zone out, but her curiosity was bursting, she wanted to know who’d she’d be living with. The man looked at the others and said "Yea...Uh...I'm Christophe, and I... Oh! I like to smoke." Vashti’s body snapped up and her eyes flickered. He was a smoker. Which meant he needed to light his cigarettes. Which meant he had matches. Or a lighter. Or both. Not noticing herself doing it, she was staring at him with great intensity, trying to think of ways to approach him after. Would he part with his lighter? Maybe Adelio could get it for her?

She was so concentrated on Christophe that she missed what the origami-girl had said when she introduced herself. Ah well, I’ll find out later, she thought to herself, still staring at Christophe. She noticed that the origami-girl was looking over close to her. Oh shit, does this mean it’s my turn to speak?

Tearing her gaze from Christophe’s face, unsure if he had seen her blatantly staring at him, she remained seated and addressed the room: “My name is Vashti Naroyan, you can call be Vash if you want. I’m really good at cooking and baking…” She finished her sentence in her head. But I doubt I’ll get to be using my skill any time soon while I’m here.

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The male nervously glanced up and down at Christophe as he introduced himself as well, then Tian, and so on. Sighing inwardly, he was suddenly struck with a wave of relaxation. Why was this? What was happening?! Adalwulf frantically thought, though, he felt like he couldn't be scared. He felt like it was being forced upon him, but it was kind of a nice feeling.

Though, deep, deep inside, he felt scared half to death. What was this, all of a sudden? It was like a calmness was taking over his soul! Was someone- oh mein gott, is someone using their power? Surely it wasn't science! No, maybe it was science, the science of the body! The science of the supernatural, maybe? Who knows!

He just knew he felt good, yet terrorized at the same time, the relaxed feeling taking over him, washing away the fear. Eyes drooping to become half-lidded, looking as if he was in a dream state, he gripped the older male's arm and leaned his head on his shoulder, sitting on his knees in the chair so he could successfully accomplish the small mission. "Hey, Christophe, ne? What's this feeling? I don't feel scared." The boy whispered, nervous stutter gone for the time being.