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Isaac Abramovicz

"I don't feel real anymore"

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


Image 「Isaac James Abramovicz」

"They Asked Me To Draw Where I'd Be In A Year, I Handed Them A Blank Page"
Full Name:xxxxxxxxx▖| Isaac James Abramovicz
Nicknames:xxxxxxxxx▖| "Ise", "Zak"
Age:xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▖| 22
Gender:xxxxxxxxxxxx▖| Male
Sexuality:xxxxxxxxx▖| Homosexual
Ethnicity:xxxxxxxxx▖| White-Jewish
Former Residence:xx▖| A city apartment in Stonetown with his sister and her boyfriend
Current Residence:x▖| Brink Research Lab
Former Occupation:x▖| Student/Part-Time Store Clerk
Dialogue:xxxxxxxxxx▖| #42634a
Thoughts:xxxxxxxxxx▖| #457a51

Hair Color: xxxx▖| Light Brown
Eye Color:xxxxx ▖| Green
Height:xxxxxxxx ▖| 72.24 inches
Weight: xxxxxxx ▖| 167.5 pounds
Suffers From: . ▖| Depersonalisation Disorder
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Generalised Anxiety Disorder

xxxxxxx[font=courier]■////////////////////////////////////// 「about Isaac Abramovicz」


Abramovicz is known to suffer from both Generalised Anxiety Disorder and Depersonalisation Disorder. The later manifests itself often in gaps in his short term memory and reports "terrifying" out of body experiences or the feeling of not being fully in control of himself often. He also reports objects shifting shape or colour which significantly affects his social life and home life. He also reports feeling emotionally distant and will struggle to view himself properly. The whole experience leaves the subject feeling drained and disorientated and he will need time to recover.

The subjects GAD materialises in symptoms of extreme anxiety, nausea and dizziness. This however has become less prevalent in the last few months due to a new medicine which has been introduced to him. Of his two main conditions, this is the less debilitating of the two but the subject still remains distressed by the symptoms. His GAD has been reportedly been present since late childhood. If extremely agitated, subject is known to have panic attacks however these have decreased in frequency since his full term stay as a resident.


Abramovicz is more withdrawn than other residents, and is quiet in social situations. The subject often becomes quite excitable when with family and seems to have strong familial ties. He has a few close friends but otherwise isolates himself. He struggles to relate to other people and is said to be cold and distant.

He has been observed to be creative, responding well to art therapy, and always carries a sketchbook with him. BRINK staff are reminded not to take this from him as it is a support mechanism. If confronted he has a very short temper, and will lash out violently. He has been reprimanded for past violence against staff but this has not been an issue for many months.

Traits & Quirksxxxxxxx

He is very intelligent and a voracious reader. He is not physically strong however previous medical tests have found he is quite a fast runner. He owns a cornsnake named "Charlie" which currently resides with his sister. He has a fear of heights however it is not crippling and is not an observed issue at BRINK. He is a talented artist however he is secretive about many of his drawings. The subject's short temper can often get the better of him and struggles to keep calm when provoked. He also has a fear of the dark, this is put down mostly to his DD, and feels like he is less in control of himself.


Abramovicz has specific dietary requirements as he is allergic to peanuts. He does not like sweet foods and prefers sour or spicy foods. He enjoys chocolate but it has to be a very dark chocolate or white chocolate. The subject also has an aversion to bright colours and harsh smells and BRINK goes out of it's way to avoid placing the subject in contact with any of these things. The subject has a love of animals, especially rodents and reptiles. He has a keen interest in Biology and English and tries to keep up with any new advancements in science. He is intrigued by languages but has not applied himself to learning any.


The subject was born May 3rd in a small town to Andrew Abramovicz and Diana Abramovicz (nee West). His father is a lawyer and his mother is assumed to be unemployed. He is the youngest of 3 and until recently was living with his elder sister Luisa (8 years his elder). His parents divorced when the subject was 6. Police evidence suggests there were domestic abuse allegations filed against his mother however the subject has not suggested that there was any instances of child negligence or abuse and the family has not provided any further information on this issue. He moved with his sister and father to the city (Elder brother Matthew Abramovicz joined the army a year previously and is still currently there). He moved in with his sister when he was around 12 after his father had to move to a different city. This separation from both parental figures was a defining moment in his life and was left depending on his sister and her boyfriend.

He did well in school consistently achieving high grades with his sister's encouragement. He started working part-time at a small grocery store to help pay for the apartment he shared. He successfully secured a scholarship for a marine biology program when he was 18. The symptoms of his DD manifested shortly after and he found himself struggling to cope. His sister persuaded him to become an out-patient at the facility. He formally became an in-patient at the request of his father after he became aware of the situation. He came into the BRINK as a full time resident shortly after his 20th birthday and has been often heavily medicated for his various conditions since.[font]

Other Notesxxxxxxx

Abramovicz keeps his sketchbook on him at all times and notes down most of the day's events. When asleep this can be found under his bed. He is close with his elder sister, she will usually pick him up on a Saturday afternoon for a day out which he looks forward to.

So begins...

Isaac Abramovicz's Story


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The gold sun spilling onto the wall danced across the otherwise plain room, illuminating the figure lying sleeping on the bed. He made a soft noise as he sat up, sleep interrupted by the morning sun. He pulled his covers around him, suspiciously eyeing the room. Isaac still didn't feel... fully comfortable at BRINK, even after 2 years. The blank and cold walls of the establishment never felt as if they were forgiving, leeching warmth from the patients there. It always felt like they were watching, which he supposed they probably were, he hadn't checked for cameras in a long time. There was no chance they'd let them run riot without constant supervision. The bed shifted under his weight as he moved towards the edge, dangling his legs over the side. The room around him was oddly cleanly like no one had lived in it despite Isaac's presence there for 2 years. The only clue as to the type of person that lived there was the mountain of books piled neatly in one corner next to a beanbag.

He pulled himself to his feet, standing in front of his mirror, running a lazy hand through his hair. He examined his reflection, scrutinising himself. Everything seemed more stable today. He finally gave up trying to find an issue with the day and dragged himself for a shower begrudgingly before dressing in a rather plain grey shirt and black jeans. He usually tried not to attract too much attention but it wasn't too obvious, there was no real need to dress outrageously when everyday you saw the same people.

The sun had risen considerably since it woke him, the rays brightening the usually dim room. A quick check of his alarm clock confirmed it was probably a great idea to get breakfast. Isaac dropped to his knees on the floor, hands groping under the bed until... yes... there. He withdrew a well-loved black book, an equally well loved (and well chewed) pencil poking out of the spine. His sketchbook. It was almost done. Isaac didn't really want to think about what would happen when it was finished. He wasn't a fan of endings.

His first stop of the day was the common room, as it always was. Isaac padded down the quiet corridors, eyes tracing the pattern on the floor. He could hear the soft muffled sound of a voice off in a room, however that wasn't unusual for someone to be talking to themselves. It was understandable here, they all understood each other's illnesses.

He lowered his eyes as he entered, his fingers tightening around his sketchbook. The smell of coffee drifting throughout the hallways had alerted him to the fact that someone was there before him. He glanced up quickly to put a face to the smell. Natalie. He lowered his head again as he headed for the fruit bowl, rifling through it. He settled for an apple before grabbing a breakfast bar. It was usually wise to have a lighter breakfast at Brink, especially if you were on new meds and most of the time you were. Isaac tried to be on the safe side.

He curled himself on a seat, chewing on the breakfast bar with his sketchbook balanced on his lap. He carefully folded the wrapper, listening intently to the soft crackle as he flattened it against his sketchbook. Mornings were usually like this, relaxed and quiet. Isaac loved the repetition of everyday. It was one of the more enjoyable aspects about living in the clinic, it let him feel more attached to the world around him. When he was satisfied with his makeshift origami, he began on his apple.


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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.


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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#, as written by Sambea

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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Image 「Natalie James Bexley」

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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「Zane Yeo」 and 「Elias Stigsson」

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」

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.