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Landon Walker

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a character in “Demented Insanity”, as played by indecisiverose

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|Name|
Landon Oscar Walker

|Nickname(s)|
Andy, but it's rare for anybody to call him anything besides his actual name.

|Age|
18

|Birth Date|
August 27, 1996

|Gender|
Male

|Sexual Orientation|
Demisexual

|Role|
Patient



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|Reason for being in the Asylum|
Landon suffers from Paranoid Personality Disorder (PPD), which makes him constantly feel as if others are plotting against him, paranoid in instances of romantic relationships (he feels that the other is cheating on him without any form of evidence or reason), and combative. His PPD often manifests most visually through his pyromania. The actual action that landed him in the Asylum was when he attempted to burn his then girlfriend's house down because of suspicions of her cheating on him while she was in it.

|Personality|
On a day where his disorder isn't acting up too badly, Landon could be described as just an average, civil person. He tries his best to be polite to strangers and use his manners like his mother taught him to when he was young. He's not very good with anything that is taught inside of a classroom -- he skipped almost all of his high school classes -- but has a good head on his shoulders nonetheless and can almost always talk himself out of a bad situation. He's not a very adventurous person, but instead finds comfort in establishing a system and following it day to day. Although he probably wouldn't voice it, the unknown in both events and people scare him. Not being in control is terrifying to Landon, which is what encourages him to not make daily changes to his lifestyle like others may aspire to do. His therapists tend to call him an anti-social person, but he considers it more of a "selective participation" sort of thing. When these good days leave him unplagued by his PPD, he'll even speak up when the conversation occasionally turns his way. However, when he has taken his behavior-suppressing medication that day when he doesn't necessarily need it, he tends to simply float along with whatever those around him are up to at that moment and not really feel much of anything towards what he may normally care about.

However, days where his disorder is acting up are far more common. As expected, these days are ones full of unwarranted paranoia. In Landon's eyes, somebody he considered a friend just the day before could now be somebody just trying to use him for personal gain. Talking to him is pretty much worthless, as it is extremely rare that you will actually receive a response and if you do, it will probably only be one or two words. Touching him or anything he considers a prized possession without a warning will likely result in a violent fit from Landon, regardless of his usual opinion on the person. His most preferred method of violence on others is through his pyromaniac tendencies, but this of course does not come up as often when he enters the Asylum. Of course, it is not guaranteed that these are the exact responses somebody would receive from him as a response as he is almost always on some form of drug meant to keep him stable just in case, but

While Landon does not necessarily agree with his placement in the Asylum, he has for the most part come to terms with it and generally quit trying to fight it. He approaches his new lifestyle with somewhat of an acceptance, as he has slowly learned that there is nothing else he can do to get out faster than just act compliant and remain off everybody's radar.

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|History|
Nothing in Landon's early life indicated that he would wind up where he is now. In fact, the majority of it was actually quite mundane. He was raised as an only child in a small town in Rhode Island by high school sweethearts Rachael and Vincent Walker. He was an extremely healthy child, never getting anything worse than the common cold every once in a while. Early schooling proved to be extremely easy for him academic wise, which allowed his parents to gush to anybody that would listen that their child was going to grow up to be a genius. This continued all the way through elementary school, and his parents were sure that they had been blessed by God himself to have such a perfect child. When middle school came, something changed.

Landon started showing signs of his Paranoid Personality Disorder and pyromania shortly after turning 12 years old. Suddenly, sometimes when his mom would enter his room to take his laundry he would become aggressive and demand that she leave. Stray touches, no matter how innocent or affection, would have a 50/50 chance of ending in either annoyance or pleasure. Sitting in front of the fire place fascinated him for hours, and suddenly he was spending what little amount of allowance he got a month on cheap, disposable lighters and boxes of matches that he would entertain himself with after school. His interest in academics dropped more and more over the years, and Landon was not at the top of his class anymore. This was when his parents started to sense something was possibly wrong, but they still did not intervene more than offhandedly suggesting that he visit a therapist. When he refused, however, and insisted that he was fine, they believed him and turned their back on his new behaviors. After all, ignorance is bliss.

Unfortunately, ignoring something until it goes away doesn't work as well in practice as it does in theory, and the Walkers had to learn this the hard way.

Landon had just turned 18 when he met her. Victoria Davidson. They quite literally ran into each other at the grocery store. (This had been on one of Landon's better days, so he hadn't minded when she laughed her way through an apology and trailed a hand down his forearm) She was the exception to Landon's entire way of living. Where it took others weeks to gain even the simplest title of 'friend', it took her only a few days before their hands were inseparable and kisses to the cheek were common. The two instantly hit it off, and anyone could tell that their relationship was one that had high odds of lasting forever with hardly any bumps in the road. They were happy together and barely fought. But, once again, one day everything changed.

It was their six month anniversary. The plans had been made weeks ago. He would meet her at her house, because her parents were out of town and they would be alone. He was going to make them dinner, because she was just awful at cooking but he wasn't half bad. It was planned out to be a romantic night, but things changed. That day was an especially bad one for Landon, worse than any he had experienced in quite some time. And so when he woke up that morning, he now just knew that she had been cheating on him, and how dare she after all the time they'd been together. So when he showed up at her door he returned the hug she offered not with a kiss but instead with a harsh shove and a length of rope. When she began to cry he smiled instead of stopped, and on his way back out of the house he tossed the entirety of a box of matches into a a dry potted plant and locked the door behind him.

His downfall was that he spent too long watching the flames lick up the side of the house and fill the air with thick smoke. Police sirens got too close before he could run, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the back of a cop car with his hands locked together behind his back. Victoria was fine; the flames had gotten dangerously close, and it was possible that she had slight lung damage from the smoke, but the firetrucks got there before anything could happen. (Later, she would be the only reason he didn't wind up in prison instead of the Asylum, as she begged her parents to not press charges because she still loved him. Landon never spoke to her again after that night, because he quickly realized he didn't actually ever really care about her.)




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|Face Claim|
Daniel Sharman

|Dialogue Color Code|
#800000

|Writer|
indecisiverose

So begins...

Landon Walker's Story

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Character Portrait: Ezekiel Olliston Character Portrait: Kira Jane Grey Character Portrait: Benjamin "Benji" Schmidt Character Portrait: Lucy Walton Character Portrait: Kristina Brooks Character Portrait: Stella Reynolds Character Portrait: Landon Walker
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Landon stared blankly down at the open book that lay on the table in front of him, the words blurring together as his eyes lost focus and his mind wandered down another trail of thought. He had no plans on actually reading the novel, but instead used it as an excuse against having to fit himself into the conversations that took place around him. He longed for the quiet that had been in his possession just a few hours ago, when the morning sky was still dark and the majority of the others had still been tucked away inside their respective rooms. It was one of the gifts that came along with waking up as early as he did everyday, and he cherished it no matter how fleeting it usually was. He remained generally undisturbed by those around him playing chess and using the literature for its intended purpose for quite some time, as it was one of his better days and the occasional glance sent his way barely bothered him. His attention was caught, however, when a new face entered the room and took residence on a couch not too far from his table. She must have been the reason for the screams he had heard not too long ago, then. He shrugged to himself and sent a faint smile in the general direction of the girl, in case she noticed him among the sea of faces.

It wasn't until Benji (Landon often thought to himself that the nickname was somewhat ridiculous, but the man insisted, so he complied) showed up that things actually began to wind up for the day. The outgrown frat boy patronized Ezekiel on something related to picking up the chess pieces he had earlier thrown to the ground in relation to the safety of the new girl, which didn't surprise Landon at all. Although Landon had only been at Hellingly Asylum for less than a month, he was a rather observant person. Benji would probably only show interest in the girl for another day, if that, before he moved on to either someone new or an old fling he had briefly forgotten about. Landon might have even felt bad for the girl, but she seemed to be handling him quite well for being new. He briefly considered saying something to draw the attention towards him, -- the therapists are always on his back for being 'anti-social', so maybe this would briefly get them off his back, and he was feeling particularly adventurous today -- but before he could reach an internal decision, Kira was being escorted in by some employees. A grin threateningly pulled at the corners of his mouth, but he refused to indulge in it and instead turned slightly in his chair to face her. She wasn't half bad in his eyes. In fact, on days were conspiracies weren't constantly running through his head, he actually found her tellings of the world she was living in to be quite amusing to listen to. Today, it appeared that her high pitched exclamations were focused around TInkerbell and butterflies. Interesting.

Conversation continued between the patients in the lounge, particularly the newest girl and Benji, for a short while longer without any input from Landon. Maybe he wasn't feeling as brave to break his scheduled silence as he had originally thought himself to be. Once again, however, his internal debate was interrupted by the appearance of another new face coming through the door. He peaked up slightly in his chair, leaning forward as if to be certain she wasn't just a girl he had forgotten about. No, she was definitely new, and this worried him. There hadn't been a newcomer all week, but suddenly two within an hour of each other? His mind suddenly began to whirl with a flurry of new thoughts and precautions. What ifs and hows flooded his brain as fast as they could, but he could already feel the medicine he had taken with breakfast do its best to fight off his own mind. His muscles relaxed, and he sank into the back of the wooden chair. His eyes lazily followed her as she took a seat on nearly the opposite side of the room, then slid closed as the drugs did their job and he steadily lost interest in her. When he opened his eyes again, it was clear to him some time had passed. Benji was now harassing the girl with something about blowjobs, and Kristina had now entered the fray in an attempt to help New Girl. Landon rolled his eyes to himself, hoping she would learn someday that there was no use. Benji was insufferable, you just had to let him talk himself out.

There was a sudden lull in the conversation, and Landon's mouth opened before he really planned on it. "I would just save your breath if I were you, Kristina." He started, lips pulling upwards in just a trace of a smirk in the general direction of the talking group. "We all know he'll just keep going 'till he's done. He's, uh... Persistent. Ain't that right, Benji?" His tone was friendly and light hearted, as if he was joking with some old friends. In actuality he didn't really care much for any of them in particular, but was just fine with keeping things civil. Just because he was stuck in this hellhole didn't mean he had to make the experience unbearably horrible.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Ezekiel Olliston Character Portrait: Kira Jane Grey Character Portrait: Benjamin "Benji" Schmidt Character Portrait: Lucy Walton Character Portrait: Cole Jefferson Character Portrait: Kristina Brooks Character Portrait: Stella Reynolds Character Portrait: Richard Kanes Character Portrait: Landon Walker
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Cole was trying to read his book in the lounge area when suddenly it became very crowded, almost all the patients started to come in. It was not something to blame them for, finally a relaxing moment to sit is rare in here. So everyone coming to the lounge area for a break. Also, meeting new arrivals is always interesting. And they were lucky to get two of them as another girl arrived after her introduction session. Cole got frustrated of Benji's behavior, but he just could not say a word. He was not one of those guys who can help a lady that being picked on by another guy. Also, Stella seems she can quite capable of helping herself.

Cole was again went into his silent mode, not wanting to intervene and thought that it will go solve on his own. Just than Cole retreated and resurfaced on his face a very angry, blood-shot eyes look on his face. Cole, or better yet as those that knew Hank, got up and walked fast to Benji and tapped him on the shoulder, a bit hard but not too hard. "Ok, mister, you better stop this rude behavior or you will not be picking girls but picking your teeth from the floor?" . His manner looked threatening, he totally looking very different from the quiet person he was talking to Stella before.

"Hank" was looking straight into Benji's eyes and he so wanted to hit someone, just to make him feel good he protected someone. He did not hear Miss Jones calling for Cole for his appointment. "Cole Jefferson. It's time for your appointment," . He could not see or hear anything but his anger just telling him hit that insolent guy! . Which in that moment he will just make his fist fly to connect with Benji's face, missing or not missing, still will send him screaming.

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ImageBenji tied the rubber band tighter and tighter around his pointer finger. It's something that they'd taught him in therapy-- whenever you're feeling violent, wrap a rubber band around your finger until you can only focus on the blood coursing through its veins. Take 10 deep breaths. Untie. Retie. Take 10 deep breaths. Untie. He'd thought it was bullshit when Amelia first explained it to him, but she'd just calmly asked him, "Are you mad now?" to which he'd replied, "I'm always fuckin' mad." She'd handed him one from inside her desk to test the method, and he's kept it in his pocket ever since. To this day, it's the only non-drug method that can calm him down.

No matter how many times he untied and retied, though, he couldn't get the image of punching Kristina out of his head. As for Cole and his insult about "picking his teeth from the floor", he just earned a middle finger in his general direction. But something about Kristina's was different. He just wanted to kick her, and do it over and over and over. It wasn't her words that rubbed him the wrong way, but the way that she'd just walked away after she was done, as if she'd resolved the problem. As if Benji had nothing of interest to say. Stella's words washed over him, carrying no more meaning than tonal intonations. He began to count 10 deep breaths, willing his feet to stay where they were.

On the 9th, someone said, "We all know he'll just keep going 'till he's done. He's, uh... Persistent. Ain't that right, Benji?". The voice was familiar, but in this context, it seemed almost alien to him. He had to look up to put Landon's name to the voice. The anger seeped from his chest on the 10th breath, and he plastered the same smirk onto his face as before.

"Damn straight, Andy." He gestured Landon over with a jerk of his head and a wave of his hand. "Quit sittin' over there at the nerd table, come hang out with the cool kids."

Not even waiting for a reply, Benji pulled Landon into the conversation with authority, as if his words ordained the other boy to be an official part of the discussion. "There's no need to be so secretive, baby," Benji cajoled Stella. "In here, everyone finds out all your shit sooner or later. Why not just make it sooner?" His words took on the tone of a schoolteacher trying to explain a new concept to her students: a bit too articulated, a tad condescending, and all spoken as if he was doing everyone else a favor. "See, this doesn't have to be the big fuss that you're turning it into."

Turning to Landon now, Benji got a considering gleam in his eye. "Bet if I asked Andy, it wouldn't be some big ordeal. Because he's chill, and he doesn't think everything needs to be a fuckin' beaner soap opera." Even though the other boy could probably see the question coming from a mile away, Benji felt the need to articulate it: partially for shock factor, of course. Everything he does is partially for shock factor. "So, bro, you suck cock?"

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Character Portrait: Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Ezekiel Olliston Character Portrait: Kira Jane Grey Character Portrait: Benjamin "Benji" Schmidt Character Portrait: Lucy Walton Character Portrait: Cole Jefferson Character Portrait: Kristina Brooks Character Portrait: Stella Reynolds Character Portrait: Richard Kanes Character Portrait: Landon Walker
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Richard was first time late to his job. He was never late. He loved his job and also he was quite friendly with the patients there, most of them called him 'The nicest guard' among the others. However, last night he was studying real hard for his exams for his second degree he just overslept. He really hoped this one mistake would not count for, he really needed this job not to just help him pay for his tuition, but also to keep him in line. He was scared if he will be back to being unemployed he will go back to his bad ways. Richard was already driving to the asylum from his apartment, but he did not much go over the speed limit. He still kept to the law. He was a change man and he won't be going back now.

Finally, Richard parked his car and get out of it as quickly as possible. Already wearing his guard's uniform he ran to the front gate and showed his ID to the other security guards, which he didn't have to show because they all know him. But it was force of habit. He quickly reached the patients' floor, just when Miss Jones came to call Cole Jefferson for his appointment. "Sorry, Miss Jones for being late, let me help you get Mr Jefferson ok?" . Just as he said that he turned his head when Cole faced Benji and screamed, "Ok, mister, you better stop this rude behavior or you will not be picking girls but picking your teeth from the floor?" . Richard sigh and shook his head and he walked towards Cole and Benji to let Mr.Jefferson know of his appointment, just when Cole's fist started to fly towards Benji. Richard's reflexes were quick and his hand grabbed Cole's arm before he made the final blow. "Ok, Cole, or is that you Hank? you better calm down...you know what happened last time" .

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As Ezekiel swiped his arm across the chess board, a girl came over to her, it was Kira, a person who also had a small place in his heart, "Look, Sinbad! Look at all the beautiful butterflies!" Ezekiel or "Sinbad," according to her, smiled at her as she caught a knight piece and looked at it in wonder as if it were a beautiful small bird. "Ezzie, You better fuckin' clean these up if you're gonna do that, buddy. Cause I'm used to you doing this psycho shit enough to check the floors, but new girl might not be, and we don't want her to trip and bust her pretty face." Ezekiel burst out in laughter, "Hoohoohahahaha! That's funny, Benji... Don't call me Ezzie." He again put all his attention to Kira, "So pretty...so, so, so, so, pretty," She suddenly threw the piece across the floor and sulked, "Awh, it escaped. Sinbad, where did they go? I wanted to play." Ezekiel got up from his seat, "Come here, Princess." He smiled and walked in all different directions, picking up all his chess pieces as he went and she followed, once he was done he poured them all into Kira's hands, "There! Are you happy, Princess? Cause I am! Wuhahaha!" He pranced over to the strange conversation of Ben, Stella, Cole and a few others. "Benji, why don't you just leave the poor girl alone she has gone through enough without you messing with her." He had no idea what they were talking about, but, he didn't care too much. After a bit more "banter" the psychariatrist came out to the common room, "Oh, oh, pick me, miss psychariastrist! Pick me! Wuhahaha!" He bounced up and down and waved his hands frantically in the air, "Cole Jefferson. It's time for your appointment," He stopped jumping and waving, "Ooooh, you're lucky, old man. Wuhahaha! So, what were we talking about again? Hooohohahaha!"

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Character Portrait: Amelia Jones Character Portrait: Ezekiel Olliston Character Portrait: Kira Jane Grey Character Portrait: Benjamin "Benji" Schmidt Character Portrait: Lucy Walton Character Portrait: Cole Jefferson Character Portrait: Kristina Brooks Character Portrait: Stella Reynolds Character Portrait: Landon Walker
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ImageStella found herself once again being filled with nothing more than silence as she listened to everyone arguing about how Benji was treating her. She just sighed and rolled her eyes before returning her attention to the window. Though she was honestly getting sick and tired of everyone being on her case. Just because she was new it didn't mean she needed to be studied like something under a microscope.

So finally, she just stood up on the couch and grabbed everyone's attention. "Okay, look! I know everyone here knows I'm new and you want to know me. So I'll just go ahead and tell you because I'm tired of being studied and treated like I can't handle myself. My name is Stella Reynolds, my favorite color is blue, I was placed in here because numerous times I decided it would be a great idea to kill myself, my depression has constantly taken me over, causing me to harm myself and others. And the best part about this story, I murdered my best friend. Though she honestly deserved it. There, is everyone happy now?!" she stated before stepping down off the couch and pushing past all of the other surrounding patients before making her way through the hall and into her room.

With a sigh Stella sat down on her bed, beginning to dig her nails into her skin. Once again she was beginning to go through another breakdown. Stella didn't deserve to be in here. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her. There were many other people out there who have done far worse than what she has and isn't locked up for insanity. Stella wasn't insane, she knew it.

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When Kristina was walking back to her seat she heard a male's voice talking to her, "I would just save your breath if I were you, Kristina." Then as she took her seat he added, "We all know he'll just keep going 'till he's done. He's, uh... Persistent. Ain't that right, Benji?" After introducing herself to Lucy, she looks over at the male seeing that it was Landon and she replies to him with a soft smile, "Yeah I know, but it gets pretty damn aggravating." She then looks out the window seeing a pretty bird and smiles then the bird flies away just as she looks up to see that Benji just about got punched in the face by "Hank". She lets out a smile where no one could see then went back to her frown when miss new girl (Stella) stands on the couch and tells her story of why she was here then storms off to her room. She rolls her eyes and starts to get pretty angry, she has been as nice as she could and she just couldn't handle it any more. She began to rock in her seat with her mind telling her to cut everyone's head off so they would shut up but she shakes her head and snaps back to reality.

She walked back to her room after seeing all this and it was still just the middle of the day she needed to get away from all the craziness especially with Benji and the new girl. She lays in her hard bed and takes a deep breath and whispers "Man what a day and we haven't even had lunch yet." Then she looked over to the door and kept her eyes over that way. She may have been at this crazy place for a few years but she still never felt comfortable here.

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Character Portrait: Ezekiel Olliston Character Portrait: Kira Jane Grey Character Portrait: Benjamin "Benji" Schmidt Character Portrait: Lucy Walton Character Portrait: Kristina Brooks Character Portrait: Stella Reynolds Character Portrait: Richard Kanes Character Portrait: Landon Walker
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Benji couldn't help but find himself disturbed by the uncharacteristic silence coming from Ezekiel, who was still seated to his right and hadn't made a peep for a few minutes. After rolling his eyes at his narrow scrape with violence that had been Cole's fist almost hitting his face, Benji turned his head and looked scrutinizingly at his fellow patient, checking to make sure that the boy wasn't drinking a virgin's blood, or whatever it was that he did in his free time. Benji was pretty sure that the cannibalism seemed accurate.

Instead of finding a pool of blood, he found something that was possibly even more ominous: Ezekiel opening his mouth to say something. Instead of the gibberish that Benji had expected, the reply was almost too ordinary to trust. "That's funny, Benji... Don't call me Ezzie," he said, accompanied with a typical cackle. Benji couldn't tell you with complete confidence that it was just his NPD which made him reply "Whatever you say, Ezzie," and shoulder-nudge his fellow patient in the condescending way that older brothers do after antagonizing and wrestling their younger sibling for relentless hours. Most of that was probably just Benji being the mocking douchebag that he is, something that not even medicating and hours of therapy could ever fix.

He didn't have much time to wait for a reaction, though, because New Girl took it upon herself to make the lounge at Hellingly her own dramatic stage, lamenting to the entire world that that "she murdered her best friend. Though she honestly deserved it." He'd expected this sort of verbal lash-out; he knew that he was in a mental asylum, for fuck's sake, not all the chicks are going to be exactly... stable, but he hadn't expected for her to up and leave. Not that it mattered much, anyway. After realizing that a simple proposition could make her have what seemed to be a full-brown breakdown (judging by the way that her room door slammed), Benji wasn't very interested in following through with that blowjob. He had enough self-preservation not to get caught up in that type of shit.

Rolling his eyes as so hard that only the whites of his eyes showed, Benji turned back to those who were still at his table and in his general answer, saying "Oooh, a psychotic episode. Cute." Every word, especially the last, dripped with sarcasm and condescension. He didn't show much of a change of attitude when Kristina and Lucy left, although the latter had made his eyebrows furrow just slightly; after she'd laughed at his advances, he thought that she was one of the good ones-- someone who could acknowledge the existence of sex without overreacting right along side people like Stella. These event made even Kira seem less insane, which might be why he inclined to reply to her "I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to play with the butterflies? Why would he rather die than be like me? Am I that bad?". Usually, he would ignore any words that came out of her mouth, something that he'd become an expert at after nearly a year in this asylum. Although he knew that his response would be anything but kind, Benji considered himself to be doing Kira a favor; his disorder gave him this warped perception of human interaction, the idea that everybody else's lives rotated around his, and that any interaction with him was godsent.

"Yeah, you kinda are that bad," Benji groaned, turning around to look at the pink-haired girl behind him. "You know why I care? Because. There. Aren't. Any. Butterflies. Not even a fuckin' moth. Shooting you wouldn't even be murder, really, it'd be a mercy killing." He rubbed his face, chuckling wryly. There really were too many fucking people to keep track of in this place. "Jesus Christ, why do you think that your family never visits you? Because you really are that bad."

Turning back to Landon, he offered the same sort of smile that people give when returning to a conversation after an inconvenient phone call, something that was entirely inappropriate for the face of someone who'd just attempted to crush a young girl's entire world. "Sorry about that, man. If you're not gonna storm outta here like the rest of these pussies, I'm still lookin' for a straight answer." After considering his words for a second as they hung in the air between the two boys, Benji smiled wide, showing his tongue where it was wedged between his two rows of teeth. "Or a gay answer, I guess."

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Stella sat there in silence once she noticed that Lucy seemed to be a bit well...unsettle. She had no idea what to do or say at this point and she definitely didn't want to do or say anything wrong. The last thing she wanted to do was get into a fight with her. Lucy seemed nice and she wanted to at least try to be friends with her.

Though the one thing she wasn't expecting at all was when she stormed out of the room, almost as if she were in panic over something. Stella immediately stood from her bed and ran after her, just to see if she was alright. When she noticed she was in the common room begging the nurses for help and that she needed to do it, Stella sighed.

The brunette calmly stepped into the common room and took a seat on the opposite side of the room she was originally on. Hoping that with her being there she wouldn't have so much attention drawn her way.