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Elias Stigsson

"Look, a man in a tree - psyche!"

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a character in “Shared Delusions”, as played by Zallen

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Image 「Elias Stigsson」
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"Fake it till you make it, like a cuckoo to a swallow... heh. Just kidding!"
(Ton Huekels)
Full Name: Elias Dan Mateo Stigsson xxxxxxxxx▖|
Nicknames:xxxxxxxxx▖| "Eli"
"Lias (ly-es)"
"Dan"
"Mateo"
"Edem (Ed-em)"
Age:xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▖| 22
Gender:xxxxxxxxxxxx▖| male
Sexuality:xxxxxxxxx▖| Bisexual
Ethnicity:xxxxxxxxx▖| Swedish-Canadian
Former Residence:xx▖| an apartment with his dad
Current Residence:x▖| Brink Research Lab
Former Occupation:x▖| bookstore clerk
Dialogue:xxxxxxxxxx▖| blue
Thoughts:xxxxxxxxxx▖| gold
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Hair Color: xxxx▖| Blonde, the color of overripe corn. (Head & Body)
Eye Color:xxxxx ▖| A piercing light blue
Height:xxxxxxxx ▖| 176cm/ 69.6inches
Weight: xxxxxxx ▖| 63kg/ 138.8pounds
Suffers From: . ▖| Major Depression
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Pyromania


xxxxxxx■////////////////////////////////////// 「 about Elias Dan Mateo Stigsson 」
Disordersxxxxxxx

It has been confirmed that Stigsson suffers from depression, although severity has yet to be confirmed. He has been observed in behaving two ways in regards to depression. The first reaction is an increase in activity - he becomes hyperactive and gains insomnia, rarely sleeping and pushing himself until he collapses. His coherency decreases despite an increase of chatter, losing focus easily, jumping from multiple topics or missing the point of the conversation. Occasionally, he requires a repeat of the question. The second reaction is that he becomes more withdrawn and quiet, more introspective and melancholy, prone to breaching topics such as life, suicide, and his observations there of. During these bouts, Stigsson has been observed to attempt making light of his situation with jokes, implying humor as a coping mechanism.

Further observation implies that despite his cheerful disposition, Stigsson has self esteem issues related to worthlessness and isolation, feeling as if he has little worth and intense guilt about living, which is implied to have stemmed from chronic post traumatic stress disorder (CPTSD) and linked to Depression. Linked to the depression is his lack of self worth and helplessness, and distorted sense of body image. For as of yet unknown reasons, the patient refuses to engage in physical contact, and very sensitive to comments about his appearance and hygiene. Investigations reveal that Stigsson suffers from nightmares, which serves as the origin of his insomnia. The patient also experienced hyper awareness of his surroundings and people, being overly sensitive and scared of quiet, combined with sudden movements. Patient has also shown a distorted desire to please and listen to others, possibly related to his self esteem issues and to reduce possibility of threat, and a tendency to avoid sharing his opinion, keeping to himself and only agreeing unless prompted to share his own opinions.

Pyromania is also present. Patient feels a pathological need to carry around a lighter on his person at all times, panicking when confiscation is attempted. Can be found flicking the lighter at least once a day, staring at the flame, which seems to calm him down. Medical records however show that patient has suffered from burns and other injuries, implying that self harm may be evident.

Triggers - art supplies especially easels and the smell of turpentine, restraints such as silk or leather, being restrained, being alone with angry people in an enclosed space. There is a possibility that more triggers have yet to be discovered.

Dispositionxxxxxxx

Stigsson is, for all appearances, a cheerful and boisterous man, who can often be found greeting others with a smile that rarely leaves his face. He has a good temper, and is always willing to try out new things. The patient is talkative and chatters like he is no one to hide, but closer investigations of his conversations reveal him to be evasive, diverting attention from himself with a smile and other people, and although he engages in conversation with the other patients he avoids physical contact and shies away when he thinks they are aggressive. He is extremely sensitive to his surroundings and people, constantly asking others how they feel, doing his best to make them at ease. Always aware of others emotions and friendly almost to the point of nosiness, Patient Stigsson seems a normal person, not a patient of this facility.

Combined with his symptoms, however, his personality paints a different story. The patient has been confirmed to hide his emotions behind a smile, and exaggerates his cheerfulness to hide his true emotions, possibly a coping mechanism for his diagnosis. His friendliness towards others and hypersensitivity of surroundings could be linked to reassuring himself of the nature of his surroundings finding ways to avoid an outburst towards himself, and his cheerful demeanor could be a means of making himself as unthreatening as possible. Although Patient Stigsson is rarely physically aggressive, he has periods where he expresses self loathing and insomnia, and an aversion to his own body, and mentions of his appearance. He expresses a pathological need for fire during times of stress, which seems to calm him down. Overall, although further study is needed, signs point to the patient recovering in ways unexpected of him.

Traits & Quirksxxxxxxx

Strengths - the patient is knowledgeable when it comes to people, and often has an awareness of his surroundings and the people surrounding him that is rarely seen in others. He is also good with card tricks and numbers, and can lie with a straight face. Good at stealing small items, and is very optimistic, although signs hint it to be forced cheer. Patient is also surprisingly knowledgeable about art and fashion, and is surprisingly flexible and good at running.

Weakness - Patient is prone to panic attacks and forgets easily, often being unsure of himself and relying others to help him remember. He is unable to deal with positive comments well, and avoids both physical contact and mentions of his body, as well as anything related to art. Also, patient can be extremely nervous of other people, and is quick to blame himself even when things are not his fault. Although he does not seem so, he is unable to connect with the other patients deeply, drawing away whenever bonding is about to happen and diverting conversation away from himself, as if afraid of getting to close to others. Patient also expresses a love for collecting lighter cases and matchbooks.

Oddities - He prefers to sit with his back against a solid surface, where nobody can get behind him. Avoids anything art related, restraints, bath tubs. Is constantly wearing long sleeved clothing even in summer. Always carries a deck of cards and a lighter around with him at all times. Also talks way too much in one go, prone to talking to himself.

Preferencesxxxxxxx

He likes card games and waffles with maple syrup, numbers, meeting new people, parkour, flames. He dislikes art shops, mentions of his appearance, almonds, yelling, insects.

Historyxxxxxxx

Patient was an only child, living with his mother, a painter. Father divorced when Stigsson was 3. Elementary school records indicate that Stigsson was a cheerful child, but withdrawn, and having no friends. Scared of sudden loud noises and movement, but passing it off as a joke. Constantly skipped school thanks to illness, and occasionally appearing with multiple unexplained bruises and cuts, broken bones, but despite multiple questions Stigsson would just laugh and change topics, claim clumsiness, or shutdown. Patient was also described as constantly unsure of himself, with an increasing tendency to forget things, and a habit of panic attacks in the art room.

At age 15, after a fire burnt down his previous home, patient went to live with his father, ending up in Bridgetown.

By time of administrations, the patient (19 years old) was living with his father. He was admitted into the ER for excessive bleeding, the form of which were multiple cuts on the arms. Upon pressure, patient admitted to self harm, and upon further questioning admitted to having thoughts of suicide and depression. Further examinations were made, and Patient then entered the Brink's research lab as a subject of the program.

Other Notesxxxxxxx

Would like to own a cat. His dad was the one who sent him to the program. Took up parkour during high school as a way to burn off excess energy and because of runner high. He's someone who hides his fear with a smile, but easily cracks in the correct circumstances.

So begins...

Elias Stigsson's Story

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Elias opened his eyes as the morning sun shone through the curtains, casting a gold ray into the dark room. The young man was, in sharp contrast to what was expected, not lying in bed. Instead, he was seated at the table on the other side of the room, upper body sprawled across the desk on a half played game of solitaire. Unable to sleep for fear of dreaming, Elias had played solitaire into the wee hours of the morning until, brain finally lulled by the repetitive play, he'd fallen into a doze at the table.

It was morning now. Elias blinked blearily at the oddly bare room, slowly registering it through stray locks of blonde hair that had fallen halfway across his eyes. Blowing them out of his face with a half hearted huff, Elias slowly shifted his eyes across the room until it locked onto the clock.

7am. Four hours sleep this time, Elias brain helpfully supplied, and he groaned, deep and heartfelt. With arms that felt like lead, Elias slowly pushed himself up from the table with super Herculean effort. His cheek came unstuck from the table with a small pop that sounded like stretched gum breaking, and a card stuck to his cheek stubbornly kept its hold on Elias's chin before losing grip and fluttering to the floor. With a yawn, Elias left the card on the floor and did a full body stretch like a cat, raising his arms above his head, and made his way to the bathroom.

Toothbrush, face wash, doing business which should thankfully be left vague in text. By the time Elias stepped out of the bathroom he was a lot more cleaner than when he'd stepped in and feeling a lot less like death warmed over, although still tired. With the way Elias bounded cheerfully across the room towards his closet, however, you'd never have guessed that he was running low on sleep - until the dark bags under his eyes were noticed, anyway.

Clothes! And then breakfast - Elias was starving, he hoped that there was toast. Pulling out a baggy maroon hoodie and a pair of black trousers, Elias hummed what sounded suspiciously similar to the bohemian rhapsody as he changed out of his sleepware into something more suitable for the start of the day. Gathering his cards and shuffling them neatly into a pile, Elias slid the blue pack into its plastic casing and slipped it into his pocket, before heading for the door.

Just as he was about to reach for the knob, Elias snapped his fingers. "My lighter!" He exclaimed out loud, doing an abrupt U-turn. He made for the bathroom - and a couple steps paused and patted his pockets.

Yup, it was in his pant pocket. Thank heavens - he'd thought he'd left it with his toothbrush. Chuckling a little to himself, Elias wheeled around and headed straight out of the door, making his way towards the facilities common room for breakfast.

He made it there in record time. Closing his eyes and taking in the scent of coffee, Elias slipped his hand into his pocket around the lighter, tightening his grip on it as he steeled himself. Painting a smile on his face, Elias stepped forwards and pushed opened the door. His eyes met Natalie, and Elias gave a quick wave towards her before breaking contact. Keeping close to the walls, Elias tried to push down the creeping feeling that his back was open and instead walked casually to the cupboards, pulling out a box of cereal.

Best to face the day on a full stomach, right? Within no time, Elias had a small bowl of cheerios and milk and was seated comfortably in the chair that was leaning against the wall, feet drawn up in a cross legged sprawl on the sofa. He gave a small grin and wave to Isaac (successfully ignoring the sketchbook, score 1 for himself!), a silent morning greeting, but other than that he ate his cereal alone, quietly humming a stanza of classical music under his breath.

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Early as it was, the streets were bustling with life, ranging from kids walking their way to school to shopkeepers opening their stores for business. Amongst them, blending into the background with a light grey sports jacket and black shorts that reached just above the knee was Zane, carrying a small bag that was slung securely behind his back as he jogged down the street, moving deftly to the side whenever a person was in front of him like a salmon swimming downstream in migrating season.

During his hypomanic periods, jogging to the facility was Zane's way of starting the day, and as this was the third day into this part of the cycle Zane saw no point in breaking it. Jogging was good exercise, and it helped to balance his blood pressure and get rid of the energy that made him itch in place and shortened his temper. It left him exhausted after, sure, but the resulting rush of endorphins and the decrease in irritation after was worth the aching muscles and tiredness.

Seeing a dark alleyway just ahead, Zane readjusted his pace and headed straight for it. A quick glance proved it empty, and Zane made an abrupt turn to the right into it, ignoring the graffitied wall as he ran alongside it. It wasn't much, but it shortened the distance by at least five minutes and shortcuts were completely worth it, even if said shortcuts were occasionally gang territory.

The alley was small, surrounding Zane on both sides with high walls that had diamond grid fences which loomed over the running boy. Heart beating a quick rhythm in his chest, Zane increased his pace as he went under a narrow bridge, path sloping unevenly downwards, and he grinned as he spotted the chain fence up ahead.

It was more than half his height. Over the other side was an abandoned office building, decaying and rusting. A more cautious person would have taken the turn to the right that lead to the bridge, but as Zane was feeling particularly reckless today, he increased his pace into a sprint -

And leapt at the fence.

There was a loud clang as the fence shook from the impact of a seventeen year old boy jumping against it like a bulldozer landing against a wall, but it remained standing. Using the holes in the diamond grid fence as handholds, Zane scaled the fence like a ninja and down to the other side, leaping down the last few inches in a fit of goodwill. Grinning at the feel of a job well done, Zane resumed his jog to the facility, making it there just in time for breakfast.

Or well, just in time to use the showers facility, anyway.

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Character Portrait: Natalie James Bexley Character Portrait: Isaac Abramovicz Character Portrait: Chevelle Vivian Moore Character Portrait: Zane Yeo Character Portrait: Elias Stigsson
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Chevelle laid in her bed watching as the clouds grew with color as the sun rose. She had been up for a couple hours waiting till she could be free from her room. The last time Scarlet snuck them out and wandered the halls till Primrose came and started crying. It turned real ugly real fast, but she guessed it was fun while it lasted. They did get to see a part of the place that they hadn't seen before. It never really bothered Chevelle when Scarlet would take the spot, but it did make her cringe from time to time. Like when they would get in trouble or when she would start flirting with Mr. Stalle. It always made her blush and Primrose couldn't stop giggling. In all honesty, Mr. Stalle was cute, it just... he was so out of their league.

She moaned thinking about all the times Scarlet had flirted with him. He just seemed so nice about it. "Someone has a crush." Thought Scarlet. She could hear Primrose giggling in the back. Chevelle's cheeks flushed a soft red. "I do not, it is just embarrassing when you just flirt with him. It is clear he is way too good for us, plus we are in a crazy house. Don't you think he might pity us more than like us? I mean...even I pity myself. I have to live with both of YOU in my head."

"Hey that's not nice, Velle! I am not a bad person." Thought Primrose. Chevelle could see her pouting in the corner.

"Rude much? I am a great person to be around. Hell, I am even the life of the party!" Thought Scarlet, laughing. Chevelle rolled her eyes, tossing and turning in her bed. They had finally gotten a full night's worth of rest. Scarlet finally let her take their medicine. It usually started to take effect once they was finished their bedtime routine. Once their head hit the pillow they were out.

Chevelle stopped moving once she heard the key to their room turn and unlock the door. "Time to get dressed." She said as she got up and stretched.

"Please don't put that sweater today. We always get hot with it on and if we take it off then we have to take care of it. The last time I forgot it you about freaked." Primrose begged.

"Look, once it is your turn you can ask one of the staff to bring you to the room so you can put it up. It is simple. I get cold, what am I suppose to do? Freeze?" Chevelle slide her pale pink sweater on. Primrose and Scarlet sighed together. Chevelle shook her head, checking herself in the mirror and making sure everything looked perfect before heading out the door.

She ran her fingertips along the wall as she walked. The feel of the bumps under her fingers made them go numb and tickle. She smiled at the feeling. The smell of coffee had made its way down the hall, Chevelle would never drink it when it was made, but she did like the smell.

It didn't take her long to get to the common area and there were people already there. She smiled at those who looked up at her and continued her way to the food. She got herself some orange juice and a breakfast bar before going sit by the window. The rays were warm and she took enjoyed every moment of it. A few seconds of sunbathing and Chevelle began to slowly eat. Something was better than nothing. She had a feeling that tests were going to be done and Scarlet would be the one to come out. She always came out when tests were done or when things became a little to difficult for her or Primrose, but she also felt that because Scarlet always came out at these times the test would never stop.

Chevelle shook the thoughts away and watched the world outside live on like she was never there.

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The air is thick with the scent of coffee. Caffeine - yesterday’s drug of choice. Natalie needed her caffeine fix. Nat sips and analyzes, her favorite activity by far. First enters Isaac, he meets her eyes for only a moment before stealing off to a far corner to eat his food. Elias is next, he waves to her before shuffling himself across the room to get food. Finally enters Chevelle, she finds her way to the window seat. She sipped her coffee quietly, and hummed happily at the warm flavor that washed over her tongue.

Sunlight flashed through the window, glancing off her icy blue eyes. Memories flooded her, washing her away from reality. Natalie felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. Tension grew in her face and limbs, her mind replaying the last attack. Her breathing became more rapid, more shallow. Nat knew tensing against the shaking of her limbs is useless but she does it instinctively, trying to suppress for a few more moments what she knows she cannot. She needs to drink in the silence, to counteract the fear that threatens to engulf her.

In these moments before her personal hurricane, she understood the drug addict, the alcoholic... anything to stop the primal surge to flee. Her eyes glued to the mug on the counter next to her white knuckles.
It wasn't beautiful or elegant, it wasn't expensive, it had no sentimental value, and yet for a moment she reached out to touch the mug as if it was her most valuable item. She anchored herself to reality with the feel of the warm ceramic against her palms. The coffee lapped over the dark edge of the cup as her hands shook around it. Everyone in the room became nothing more than a distant roar. Her thoughts accelerated and she gripped the counter.

“This is not then. Be a Gryffindor Natalie” She whispered to herself.

“This is not then” She said quietly and yet with more force.

Her breathing slowed as she focused on the world around her. The darkness that had edged at her vision started to recede. The silence caressed her skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges. Reality slowly started washing in. She glanced around and hoped no one had seen her break, after all, she had to protect her reputation.

“Anxiety is overestimating the problem and underestimating my ability to deal with it.” She muttered as she poured more coffee.

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Character Portrait: Natalie James Bexley Character Portrait: Raven Anderson Character Portrait: Isaac Abramovicz Character Portrait: Chevelle Vivian Moore Character Portrait: Zane Yeo Character Portrait: Elias Stigsson Character Portrait: Andrew Smith
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「Zane Yeo」 and 「Elias Stigsson」
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Elias was just finishing his cereal when the door opened. Zane walked in without a thought, footsteps loud in the relative quiet of the room. Fresh from the shower, he was dressed in a black shirt and light blue jeans with a small white towel draped around his shoulders, hair a mess of damp black strands that clumped together and smelled of the clean disinfectant soap that the facilities normally carried.

"Morning," he said to everyone. Reaching out to the fruit bowl, he grabbed an apple, masticating on it with great relish. The run from earlier had left a gaping hole in Zane's stomach that he needed to fill with food, and fruit served as a good way to replenish his energy - simple sugars and filling to boot. He leant against the counter besides Natalie, one elbow resting carelessly against the edge. "Wha'sh sup?" he asked through a mouthful of apple.

Elias smiled from where he sat, lips forming a gentle curve as he held onto the bowl. "What?" He asked teasingly. "Sorry Zane, can't hear what you're saying."

"Mmgh." Zane swallowed the huge lump of masticated apple, shooting a dirty look at Elias. "You know what I mean," he said, scowling, but his tone wasn't heated and there was a thoughtful tilt to his scowl. "And I'm definitely going to win today's round of blackjack - you might have won yesterday's round, but that doesn't mean you'll be winning today."

"Haha, sure!" Elias laughed easily from where he sat, hand slipping into the pocket where his deck of cards were. Yesterday's game had been pretty fun - people had joined in for over an hour, at least before lights out anyways. He grinned at Zane, eyes carefully looking at his shoulder. "I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Zane shrugged and turned away, snagging a banana this time. "So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?"

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The appearance of Elias wasn't much of an intrusion on Isaac's little bubble. He was one of the people who accepted that Isaac probably didn't want to be involved in much of the socialising. Isaac raised his head enough to catch sight of the wave sent his way. He begrudgingly waved back, managing to force a small smile. He wasn't trying to seem impolite, especially when he liked the company of Elias if he was in the mood to talk or interested in a game of cards.

Isaac didn't dislike anyone who turned up at Brink particularly. He had a mild dislike for some staff members, but the resentment he had buried for them hadn't really surfaced in many months. He liked Natalie as well, he decided as he crunched on his apple. She was logical and didn't let much get in the way of that and if he needed to borrow a book, she probably had it.

He finally gave up on his apple, standing up to toss the core in the bin. He tucked his sketchbook under his arm. He threw the core away before heading towards the counter. He opened his sketchbook to the next empty page, printing the date neatly at the top.

'Breakfast: Breakfast Bar and Apple. Nat already present. Made coffee. Chevelle came in shortly after me, had a breakfast bar and OJ. Elias prompt, got cereal.'

His running commentary was interrupted by the opening of the door. Zane strode in, his footsteps echoing around Isaac's head. He groaned and looked up, his peace shattered. He was still manic judging by the slight reddening of his cheeks, he had been for the past couple of days. Isaac had gathered that he had been running to and from the facility. He had noted the fact in his sketchbook a few times in the past days.

Grabbing an apple he gave them all a customary welcome before biting into it with relish. Isaac noted the observation down before starting to doodle. He liked to balance out the writing with drawings, usually quick sketches of the other patients but sometimes his family and more often his snake. He swirled his pencil around the breakfast data creating a familiar eyebrow he labelled deftly as "NATALIE". He knew everyone around's facial features better than he new his own reflection most days. It was grounding knowing that there were other people just meters away from him that were actually real and there.

He was drawn out of his little world by an offer from Elias. "I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication."

He frowned, trying to link it to a sentence before hand he'd only half caught. Zane had suggested Blackjack, that'll be it. "I'm in for blackjack" he muttered, breaking his silence "I could do with a good game" he finished. He shut his sketchbook with a snap, lodging his pencil back in the spine. He was going to push himself to actually talk to people today.

"So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?"

"Knowing how everyone seems settled this morning, i reckon we'll all be on new ones... everything is too quiet" Isaac shrugged, tucking the sketchbook back under his arm "well either that or Stalle has abandoned all efforts to fix us up" He added with a slight apprehensive look towards to door as if even the name of the director would summon him.

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「Natalie James Bexley」
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Natalie watched the banter between the two men in front of her with some amusement. She loved watching people, especially people like herself. She found peoples actions and the thought process behind their actions intriguing. She plastered an amiable smile on her face. The corners of her lips fought to fall down and the reveal her true self. But she couldn't let that happen, not after realizing that this is what everybody wanted - a woman who would always be happy and playful, not someone who still carried the ghost of her past and didn't even know how to smile for real. She had figured out how to act playful, and had been carrying out the 'happy girl' role pretty well so far.

"I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication." Elias said. Black Jack. Her first thought was, of course, no…but she knew she needed to spend more time with people, or so that’s what she had been told repeatedly by the doctors here.

"I'm in for blackjack I could do with a good game"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?" Zane said.

“Black Jack sounds fun, I mean, if you think you have what it takes to play with the big dogs?” Natalie said as she smiled playfully at the boys over the rim of her cup.

“Knowing how everyone seems settled this morning, I reckon we'll all be on new ones... everything is too quiet, well either that or Stalle has abandoned all efforts to fix us up" Isaac said. Natalie laughed, sweet and soft, like the sound of tinkling bells. This surprised even herself and she looked away with some embarrassment.

“One can only hope.” She said wryly as she poured the small remainder of her coffee down the drain and washed her cup.

"I doubt we are lucky enough to be free of Stalle that easily." She joked as she placed the cup back in its rightful location before turning to face the group.

"In the mean time, how is everyone?" Natalie asked earnestly. Though the group wasn't particularly close, she felt almost obligated to keep an eye on each of them. It was a peculiar feeling she had yet to master. Nat let her eyes drift around the group, person to person, sensing their response to her question, while she waited patiently for anyone to answer.

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Natalie laughed. The sound was out of place in the usually quiet surroundings. It was a welcome laugh though, it didn't get on his nerves really. “One can only hope.” Natalie joked. God if only. He did like Stalle as a person, he just didn't like the often accompanying meds and therapy sessions or staff members who treated them like guinea pigs. Sure, they were taking possibly unsafe medication, but they were still mostly human.

Isaac returned to his spot on the chair, opening his book to start another pair of eyes. Elias's this time, his eyes were slightly scrunched in the way that they did when he smiled. He didn't have a photographic memory but eyes always stood out to him. "The windows to the soul" His dad always said when he had found another date online. They all had such honest eyes to his father. Isaac winced. Looks were deceiving, he above all knew that, and eyes can be easily tricked. The thought made his stomach churn. He stilled his pencil for a moment, shaking off the sick feeling creeping up his throat.

He scolded himself internally. He was drawing eyes, like always, not creating a running commentary on his life. He returned to his drawing. Maybe it was just a little brain hiccup, that happened some times, he had hoped that it would be a steady day today.

"In the mean time, how is everyone?" Natalie was trying to make conversation he noted internally, trying to word out and appropriate response. He needed to learn to talk to people properly, none of this hiding himself away and only letting one of the doctors talk to him.

"Could be better, but then again couldn't we all?" He muttered softly to himself. He almost made himself laugh. He decided he should probably note his attempts at interacting with the people around him. It was probably a bit too obsessive to note though, he'd mention it at his next evaluation though if they asked about his interaction. It probably wouldn't help his case to become an outpatient if he gave an exact time and date. Maybe if Stalle or someone just saw him trying to talk.

He placed his pencil down gently and closed his eyes. As soon as the medication was handed out maybe he would avoid blackjack and retreat to his room like an injured animal. Socialising took it out of him. He'd be better reading or... no, he had to do it. He'd been told quite explicitly to talk to the others.

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