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Christophe Nicolera

"My mind is wacky."

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

Description

"Sophia is a girl's name, idiot!'


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Full Name:
Christophe Nicolera

Nationality:
French? Maybe Russian? Hell, I don't know. I'm white.

Age:
19

Gender:
'Are you trying to insult me? Male

Power(s):
Christophe is able to "fly" 'It's not really flying if you only use it to hover 3-4 meters above the earth 'cus you don't want to sit on an ugly couch. But I've flown before, if I need to clear my head or something...

He is also able to sense others emotions, and manipulate them at will. (He will rarely ever do this.)

Appearance Description:
'Imagine a sexy, toned, 6"5 Blonde Guy, with gorgeous blue eyes. Tanned, beautiful, and an all around good guy. Alright, now think of the opposite of that, and you've got me.
Christophe has never taken a liking to his appearance. Topping off at 5'9, and weighing around 140 pounds, Christophe is on the chubbier side of the spectrum, but he could care less. His skin is pale, the outcome of him rarely leaving the house, and scattered with freckles. His teeth are slightly crooked, and an off-white color, stained from his excessive cigarette use, and love for drinking black coffee. He has a piercing on his tongue that he received when he was around 16. Christophe's voice is deep, often flittering between a masculine-type voice, to a "teenager going through puberty"-type. "Yes...My voice still cracks on occasion."

His hair? Reaching his shoulders in length, Black, and sticking out everywhere, looking like he never combs it. Which he doesn't. His eyes are an peculiar mixture of yellow and brown, with grey specks floating around in them. Framed by long eyelashes, and covered by a pair of wire-rim glasses, Christophe's eyes are often opened wide, taking in ever detail.

Sexual Orientation:
'Me? Why, I'm Super Gay! "

Mental Disorder/Disability/Syndrome:
Schizophrenia. He's also delusional, often seeing things that art not really there.

Why were you sent to Cata Sophia?:
Mommy said I had a breakdown. But I can't help it! I thought the monsters' had stolen her skin. I was only trying to protect myself...

Personality:
Christophe is completely loony. Being the walking contradiction he is, you can sometimes find his smiling, laughing, and just being plain fun. Other[i] times, he can be quite ancy, quiet, and tense, sometimes refusing to talk to others (One of the side-affects of his Schizophrenia). He is pretty level-headed, and is often one to resolve an argument, rather than start one. And if he ever [i]is in one, he'll often just push all the blame on himself, and let you rag on him. He does, sometimes, snap. At this point, he'll become a...raging ball of fury, and start beating the living crap out of whomever is in sight.

Christophe is an emotional person, and isn't afraid to show it (Usually). If he want's to hug you, he'll hug you. If he he want's to yell, he'll yell. If he want's to cry, he'll....Probably bottle it up, and wait until he's alone.

He's also a bit of a trouble maker, and would often cut school, and just lounge around and smoke. He wasn't very popular, either, so nobody really noticed his absence.

Everything about Christophe is...off. No matter how much he hates it.

Brief History: (At least 6 sentences.)
Christophe was born to a Mother who was just as eccentric as he was, and a father who was...not quite as accepting of his wife's lifestyle, but let it slide. His early childhood was a mixture of Birthday Parties, baking, and just plain fun. He was always full of energy, and his parents just assumed he had a mild form of ADD. When he got older though, his symptoms worsened, developing into more than just excessive amount of energy. Insomnia, Isolation, and just overall Bizarre behavior began developing, and Christophe's parents became worried for their child's welfare. They scheduled a doctors appointment, determined to figure out what was going on with their child. The doctor had a hint of what was going on, and sent Christophe to a Psychiatric doctor. Within a week, the doctor had figured out that Christophe was a schizophrenic, and as Christophe was around 13 at the time, put him on Risperidone. Christophe's parents were shocked at their son's illness, but were determined to allow their child to have a normal childhood.

Quirks: (Habits, etc.)
~Extremely attached to his mother.
~Sometimes refuses to take his anti-psychotic medication, occasionally causing him to become very paranoid, and out of touch with others.
~Often Bites his nails, or tugs on his hair when he becomes nervous or paranoid.

Talents:
Christophe is a very talented artist, but his drawings are often slightly grotesque.

Role:
Supernatural Boy 2

Likes:
~Caffeinated Drinks. (Tea, Coffee)
~Cigarettes
~Cats (Even though he's allergic to them)
~Salad
~Drawing
~Crayons
~Blankets
~Cold Weather
~Bracelets
~The Woods
~Night Time

Dislikes:
~Lots of Loud Noise
~Bananas
~People who thinks he's crazy. 'I'm Not!
~Brussels Sprouts
~Hot weather
~Shoes (He usually just walks around bare-footed

Blood Type:
A-

Other:
He refuses to tell people why his in this Hell Hole of a home.
"Odd is a gift!"

So begins...

Christophe Nicolera's Story

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A scowl sat on Christophe's face as the car rumbled along to crudely paved road. He cursed everything. His Mother (Though he would go back on it later), His mind, This damn Mental Home. But most of all, he cursed his mother's cars crappy suspension. He wondered why they didn't just fly to this place, seeming as they had been driving for an all of 6 hours. His head hurt, and that made it about...10x worse. He glanced down at his hands, beginning to twiddle his thumbs.

Mooooom." He whined, turning towards her. His mother turned towards him, her hazel eyes filled with saddness. His mother wasn't old, but the years of worrying and working had worn her down. Lines adorned her once smooth face, streaks of grey fell through her chestnut hair. Christophe sighed, knowing he was the reason of his mother's speeded aging.

"Now, Christophe. You know why I have to do this. I don't have a choice, sweety. They're making me do this.... I...I'm so sorry... Her voice cracked as she turned down a long driveway, the gravel making a lound crunching sound under their tires. Christophe felt a pang on regret in his stomach, and leaned over towards his mother, wrapping his arms around her stomach. She jerked slightly, than wrapped one of her arms around Christophe's neck, leaving the other on the steering wheel.

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry." He apologized, wiping away his mother's tears. A faint smile crossed across his mother's lips as she turned into a small parking lot. A sigh escaped Christophe's lips as he jerked the door open, and stepped out to collect his bags from the trunk of his mother's Sedan. His head throbbed, and he felt the amount of nervousness radiating off of his mother's body.

"Mom...I'll be fine." She mearly sighed, and began making her way across the parking lot towards the large home in front of them. Christophe narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and started after his mother. Reaching the doorstep, paused, reaching over a squeezing Christophe's hand before placing his knuckle upon the door, a knocking several times on the wood. A tall, bearded man anwesered the door, ushering them in.

'Hello! Welcome to the Sophia Home! This is where your son will be staying for...a while. He will be provided with the best, so there is no need to worry. He attempted to shake hands with his mother, but the ignored him, turning towards Christophe, and pulling him into a tight hug. Christophe smiled, wrapping his arms around his mother.

"I love you. He released her, and allowed her to be ushered back to the door by the bearded man. "Bye Mommy! Miss you! She waved, wiping away a few stray tears before turning, and walking briskly towards the door. The bearded man smiled towards him as soon as the sound of his mother's engine faded into the distance, and began walking away from him, and up a set of stairs.

'I hope you enjoy your stay. Trust me, You'll be fine here. Just go through those doors, He paused, pointing towards a pair of wooden doors. 'And wait with Ms. Hawkeye. I believe there is another patient in there, as well. And with that, he walked away. He spotted a woman by the fireplace, and a young boy reading a...science book in a plush chair. Shaking his head, Christophe made him way over to a fluffy chair, and sat down, placing his bags on the floor next to him.

Sighing, Christophe picked up his two bags, and walked through the large corridor towards the even larger room.

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Adalwulf's heart raced faster and faster when he heard the door open again, and a girl around 16 came bustling in. Attempting to sink into his seat out of instinct, his eyes widened when the girl came rushing over. Nearly ripping his page, he hid his face with the book and pressed his legs further against his chest as she rambled on with a million questions.

Shakily breathing in, he spoke with the accent, trying his best to make them sound human, after all, he was born and raised in Germany so his accent was very strong. "G-Guten tag. I'm Adalwulf Claus S-Schröder. Y-Yes, I'll be living here, ne." The boy stopped to inhale air, and nervously messed with his two long braids, trying to avoid physical contact with her. "I-It's a mental home, ne. I-I really don't know about everything else." Tensing when she began moving her hands, she pulled out a bird and immediately his eyes locked on in curiosity. Origami was art; a special form of paper art. Nevertheless, it was art, and Adalwulf adored art as much as he adored science.

Looking to her with nervous eyes, he breathed out quietly. "A-Are you sure you want to give away s-such a beautiful p-piece of art? O-Origami h-has gone on for decades a-and decades, a-and each piece is a beauty. I-I appreciate your offer, b-but, are you su-" He was cut off by beastly screaming, and immediately, his eyes went wide and he tightened his sitting position, gripping his science book as if his life depended on it. A soft whimpering sound left his throat as he felt the surge of fear. What was wrong with the screaming girl? What kind of illness did she have? Would she hurt him? So many questions ran through his head at the moment that he just wanted to pull his braids out, but he didn't.

The rich German boy opened his eyes ever so slightly after the girl quieted down, and looked around, flinching and refraining from screaming when he saw the girl watching him and Tian. That's when he heard the door open another time, and a boy with seemingly uncombed black hair came in, then another boy, again with black hair, though he stood instead of sitting. Why was that? Was there something wrong with his bottom?

As more people came, he only became more nervous to the point where he was almost sweating. What a wonderful time it'll be here.

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Lina's hairs suddenly changed to a dark blue, she was no longer angry. Now she was sad. She knew no one here, and maybe even the youngest one. She didn't even notice she went from biting her nails to biting her fingers. She saw an older boy come in, watching the boy first take a seat but then get up again and go into another room. Then turning her head when the doors opened once more to see another older boy come in, though he just stood there. She didn't exactly like that he was standing like he was. Lina stood up, even though she was quite small comared to the boy and went over to him "why do you stand like you have power around here?"she asked, her hair started turning to a light reddish color which indicated she was a bit annoyed. She stood there waiting for the boys answer.

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An noticed the boy was freaking out and tilted her head. She was used to screaming, unlike Adawulf. Most people screamed at her because of her parents or her looks so it was nothing new. "Look... I'mma give you this and I'rr show you how to make one aru!" she sat down and pulled some paper out of her bag. She held out a piece for him and smiled. "It's super easy aru! My otou-san showed me when I was rear rittle so if someone rike me can do it, then you defiantly can aru!"

She felt all the stares and smiled back at everyone. "Hi there aru!" she yelled and waved before going back to Adawulf "Can I call you Wurf aru..? Cause my Engrish isn't very good aru..." she tried to pronounce her L's like her baba taught her but failed. She frowned but shrugged. She'd work on it again later.

Before Adawulf could complain again, An folded a paper flower from a shiny gold piece of paper and tucked it in his hair. "Wah! Kawaii~ You're just so cute aru!" she cooed at him before she folded more and set them aside. She hummed happily as she did so. She then took the flowers and made a crown out of them. She set it on her own head before smiling at Adawulf. "If we're gonna rive here together, then I can teach you many things aru! Like how to sing aru! And different languages aru! I know a whole bunch aru!" Once again, she was rambling about different things but it's how she filled space.

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The boy cracked open his eye only a bit when the screeching ended, taking off his beret and clutching it against his pounding chest. They both had wings. Both! They were both supernaturals, and they were surrounding him. Adalwulf never felt so confused and frightened. Was he the only un-supernatural? No, no, there has to be others. There has to be! Unless the other winged girl was lying? Mein gott! This is so confusing!

Unfortunately for him, he couldn't think straight because of his panic attack, which often feel like heart attacks for him. It's always so scary. "Verdammte scheiße!" The boy cursed in German under his breath, shakily getting up. "How am I going to cope without my mothers here? Adalwulf thought to himself, using the chair for support. "I-I'm sorry but I need to go do something." He murmured to the girls, hiding his face with his beret as he dashed out of the room, running down the hall to find the nearest bathroom or closet to hide in.

Instead, he ended up running head-first into someone, particularly, that guy with the shaggy uncombed hair. Physical contact. Unintentionally. Rearing backwards, he landed on his bottom and pulled his beret away from his face, looking up, immediately frozen with fear, until he burst into a fit of apologies. "I-I'm so sorry! I d-didn't mean to! I-I'm sorry! D-Don't hurt me! Please." He cried out softly, trying to hide his head in case he did end up hurting him: after all, being the paranoid boy he is, you just don't know what to expect.

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Christophe sat stone still, eyes glazed over in boredom. His expression didn't even waver when the younger girl let out a horrible screech. He'd admit it though, the yell didn't help his headache at all. The plush chair he sat in suddenly became much too plush for his taste, and he stood up, stretching his sore back. Running a hand through his unkempt hair, her dug through his bag, pulling out a package of cigarettes, a plain blue lighter following after it.

Preparing to light a cigarette, he turned towards the woman near the fireplace, judging her reaction. A scowl adorned her face, her eyebrows set low over her eyes. A sigh escaped Christophe's lips as he sat the pack down into the bag again, zipping it up with a flourish, taking that as a "No" to the whole smoking thing. ' I can't even smoke? He throught, rubbing his temples gingerly, beginning to pace around in a circle.

Oof! Christophe let out a surprised sound as he was bumped into, sending him sideways into a wooden table. "Shit... He was able to complain, until he saw the boy who ran into him. Sputtering apologies, shaking all over, and cowering in fear, the boy looked, to put it bluntly, terrified. Christophe tried to reassure the boy, but he just continued shaking.

I-I'm sorry! D-Don't hurt me! Please." That was the final straw. Christophe reached out, forcing the boy to look up.

"Hey." He paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Calm. down. It's fine, I'm fine, You're fine. Just...calm down. He released the boy's face. "I'm Christophe. You?

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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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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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Adelio's eyes carfully watched the one he would now call 'Guard' as he came over and took two mints from the little glass bowl, then left again. "My Guard likes treats? How strange..." He whispered, and looked back at the bowl. The contents of what was in it suddenly became important. He picked the bowl up in his hand, and stuffed what remaining mints were left into his pocket. He could probably sell this to some peasants, or use it as his new, princely currency. He popped another in his mouth, having trouble speaking through eating it. "These are quite decedant." He said, nodding and patting his pockets.

Turning to face the rest of the room, which seemed empty of value, he narrowed and strained his eyes so he could only see shiny or metallic things. Adelio saw a lot of things that shone, but there really was nothing he would sell. Although, there was a small contraption that he'd seen earlier, In posession of the other black-haired boy, or 'His guard'. "That must be his weapon, methinks." He said, raising his head.

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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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An sat there, the others' voices barely making sense. She stood back up and shook the butterflies off her head. "Return... Friends..? No, strangers..? People..? Don't like..." she rambled, making her way back into the living room. She sat in the corner and with wary eyes, watched everyone. She shifted again and her human ears became a horse's. She used them to pick up on everything.

'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...

"What a catchy and fitting song. I think I should write it down sometime. But first, The Prince needs to make some rules..." He fidgeted with his hands to refrain from eating anymore mints. "First things first! Do not touch me. Second, obey your Prince! Third, The Prince likes my meat medium-rare, and will not eat it otherwise. Fourth, asparagus' must be steamed not boiled. And lastly, my face will be put on all of the currency of this nation!"

Her ears flattened against her head and she let out a sad snort. Then the butterflies began talking again.

"Look at her, all alone..."

"Yeah, no one like a freak like you..."

"Freak show! You'll never make any friends!"

"Maybe she'll cry to her daddies..."

"Oh, wait, they're dead..! Haha, cry orphan freak!"
The taunting and laughing persisted, even as she curled closer to herself.

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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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"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.