"Isabella"
Isabella Taft sat at the window of her cell. They called it a bedroom but who were they kidding? Just because it had a bed, a dresser and a desk, doesn't make it a bedroom. Especially, seeing as there were cameras and the doors locked on the outside.

She looked at the window, ignoring the Keeper that had come to collect her for breakfast. The Keepers were security guards and orderlies all in one. They were more than a pain. She watched the snow fall outside. She hummed softly to herself, her black hair clinging to the wet glass as she ran her fingers against the window as she watched the snow fall. It was just like that day.
Only the snow went from white to red.

"Isabella. You come home! You come with me!" Her father yelled and he trudged up the hill in the snow. "No! You'll hurt me!" She screamed back, shivering. She was under dressed, in a yellow dress and no shoes. "You'll get sick, Isabella come with me. I won't hurt you anymore." He said and Isabella shook her head. Let me get him. He's just going to hurt you Belle. Let me. Beatrix called from beside her. She was crouched down on all fours. Isabella looked at Beatrix. She was scared at both of them. Beatrix, however never hurt her. With a simple nod, Her Father was a dead man.

"Isabella." The Keeper called, grabbing her by the arm.
Isabella growled. "Let me go!" She groaned but then the Keeper threatened her with a taser. Isabella scratched behind her ear as she was lead toward the cafeteria. The Keeper pushed her inside and closed the double doors behind her. "Let me get the Keeper. I'll show him." Beatrix called, materializing beside her. The Keepers could never see her...unless she wanted to be seen. Some of the other patients could. "No. I'm hungry." Isabella grimaced quietly, wrapping her arms around herself, she was cold. The thin white dress she wore hung just below her knees and she never wore shoes. Why? She didn't know. She used to but then after she met Beatrix, she'd wake up and her shoes would be broken, torn or just missing. She gave up on them then. She scanned the room and noticed the other patients. Some where afriad of her. One wasn't...but still she was afraid of him. Beatrix feared no one but she might hurt someone if she let her out.

“Devin! It’s okay, Shh it’s okay!” Jamison (Jamie) Rictova was a rather young doctor, only around the age of twenty seven. He held Devin down during her fit of screams and thrashing. Her hand held the scissors tightly, as if it were her favorite thing in the world and just taking it from her fingers, would devastate her. All the problems she put Jamison through, he surely must have found her fascinating. He never failed to surprise her. He was always the one to hold her down and try to calm her before injecting her with medication. She liked his smile, she told him once. It was one that was real. Oh yes, an actual real smile. All the other doctors smiles…seemed to just be painted on like a

“Puppets! Get them away from me! Don’t! Please! Just make them go away!” Her screams came from her observation room. Her, Jamie, and one other doctor were locked inside with the many puppets and dolls. “No! Don’t! It’s mine! “She screamed, reaching for her scissors that Jamie had just taken from her grasp. He held her down, trying to pin her down with his hands and knees. Devin’s long, slender legs struggled to kick the doctor off her. She let out a horrified scream, her eyes watering as she hopelessly begged for her release. The room was small, white walls and padding. There was a bench that was covered with puppets and dolls with all shapes and sizes. There were even some sort of little wooden toys that rested underneath it. Jamie was dressed in his black uniform that day, his eyes of blue filled with worry and concern. The other doctor, Marcus somebody, held the injection. He was like a hawk, watching his little mouse until the right moment to sedate her.

Devin’s eyes locked on one of the puppets that laid on his side. It was painted like a clown, but with black and blue instead of red or white. It blinked and her hand rose, pointing at it. She wanted them to see but they never see. They would never ever understand her truly. “He’ll kill you! He’ll do it!” She warned, frantically kicking and screaming. There was a buzz overhead and a voice over the intercom echoed through the room.
“Sedate her.”

“No!” Devin screamed, and Marcus quickly knelt down on her body, stuck the needle into the underside of her arm and Devin’s scream soon ceased to a quiet hum. Her legs twitched as they slowly stopped thrashing and her arms fell to the padded floor. She knew what was happening. A tear rolled from the corner of her darkened blue eyes. Jamie brushed her hair from her face and gently scooped his arms underneath her head and legs. He lifted her easily. He carried her into the hall, closely followed by Marcus, who now carried the needle and the pair of scissors. They slowly made the way as a trio, to the common room.

Devin was sat down in a large, black lounge chair. Her legs draped over the arms and her head rested against it. Her eyes were still open, unblinkingly. Funny enough, it nearly seemed like she was a doll. Below her eyes were dark colors and her hair was a mess. She didn’t care though, never did. Why dress up if all that’s going to happen, is I get messy again? Jamison knelt down in front of her and gently injected another bit of fluid into her system, this one releasing the sleepy hold of the sedative. Her eyes blinked slowly and settled on his hand. Pill time…

She opened her mouth weakly, her eyes solemn as he placed three pills into her mouth. He then took a cup from one of the nurses and placed it against her lips. She closed her mouth and swallowed slowly, a small crease in between her eyes formed. Jamie smiled and weakly, she returned it.

“Can you say your name?” Jamie asked.

“Why, you know it already…” She whispered, her eyes stared.

“Come on, just say it and you can enjoy the –

“Rest of your day with roses and sunshine.” She finished, sarcastically.

She watched as he reached into his pocket and pull out a long, slender bottle. He popped the perfume lid open and gently waved it in front of her nose. Her hand reached out to grab it instantly but he quickly moved it away. “Name.” He said with a grin.

“Devin Rae Moore.” She finally answered and he held it out in front of her. She took it and curled up on the couch, smelling the perfume lightly. She pressed some against the inside of her wrist and handed the bottle back to the doctor. He stroked her hair once and stood, slipped the bottle into his pocket and nodded.

“Behave yourself Devin. Make sure she gets outside for some air and keep her away from scissors.”

“Goodbye, Doctor.” Devin twiddled her fingers and smirked, her pills finally kicking in.

Ariella hummed quietly to herself as she opened the small dresser next to her bed. Dr. Stone had told her yesterday that he wanted to have a little talk before breakfast, but he insisted that she be wearing her daytime clothes and not just pajamas. Otherwise, Ariella probably wouldn’t have gotten dressed until lunch. She carefully folded her nightgown and put it away, closing the drawer just as someone knocked on her door. It was just a formality, really, since he would come in whether she said so or not. Dr. Stone stepped into the room and Ariella gave him a small wave before bouncing onto her bed. She giggled and jumped up and down a few more times, but then Dr. Stone gave her a stern look.

“Do you know why I came to talk to you today?” Ariella shrugged while she tried to bounce without attracting too much attention.

“Are you here to play a game? I love games! Could we play hide and seek? My room is a little small, but we could go to the cafeteria and ask if anyone else wanted to join!” She grinned and slid off the bed. Why didn’t he just tell her that in the first place? Then she would have woken up hours ago. They could have already been playing! Ariella skipped to the door and was about to open it when Dr. Stone intervened.

“Sit down, Ariella and no, that isn’t why I came.” She pouted, but Dr. Stone ignored it. “Have you been taking your pills or just waiting until we leave to spit them out?” Ariella’s smile faded and she bit her lip. That was enough information for him. Busted. She quickly regained her composure and shook her head.

“I don’t need it anymore!” Ariella spread out her hands. “I’m totally fine. Can’t you tell?” Dr. Stone sighed and pulled something out of his pocket.

“You’re sure now? Totally fine?” Ariella smiled and nodded. “Alright then. I guess you won’t mind if I show you this then?” He flipped over the picture in his hand. On the opposite side was Ricky. Ariella’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Almost as if she couldn’t help it, Ariella lifted up a hand to touch the photo. Dr. Stone clucked his tongue disapprovingly and removed a small bottle from his coat. He shook out two pills and handed them to Ariella, who took them without a word. Dr. Stone watched to make sure she swallowed them before placing the pills and the picture back in his pocket. “Ready to go now?” Ariella sniffed quietly and rubbed her nose.

“Just take me to breakfast already.” She avoided his gaze and resisted all of his attempts to start a conversation. Once they reached the cafeteria, Dr. Stone softly patted Ariella on the head and left for his office. She watched him go with a blank stare and then got in line to get her food. “I hate you.”

"Doctor, whats the diagnosis?"
"This is really bad. I'm afraid this is the worst."
"What is it Doctor?"
"I'm afraid the patient............. is a shadow. Hahahhaahaaa"
Kalab laughed as he held a thermometer to his shadow. He loved playing doctor. "There he is." He heard the voice of a nurse from across the hall. He took my thermometer. Get it back." She ordered a group of guards who proceeded to run in his direction. "Hahahahaaa. Catch me if you can." He taunted to them while sticking out his tongue. He then ran away from them, making them chase him through the halls of the building. He ran until he hit a dead end. This was purposeful of course, seeing as he knew the layout of the building. The same building he's been living at for a few months now.
He raised his hands and surrendered. "Okay. You guys got me. I loose." He said with a wide grin on his face.
"This is not a game Kalab. Now give it back." The nurse ordered.
"Give what back?"
"The thermometer."
"What's a thermometer?" He said with a confused look on his face.
"Don't play dumb Kalab. Do I have to search you?" Kalab looked at his person seeing no pockets on his clothes. He was wearing the pajamas they gave him which contained no pockets on either the blouse or his slacks. "Sure. Knock yourself out nurse lady." He replied.
The nurse proceeded to search him and couldn't find anything. "What? But how? Where did you put it?" She asked.
"Put what?" Kalab asked back.
"Stop playing dumb kid. I saw you playing with it. Come with me." She ordered him, grabbing his arm and dragging him to her office. She was the head nurse so she was allowed to have an office all to herself. She pointed to her desk and said, "It's not there Kalab. Now stop lying I saw you playing with it."
Kalab looked at a piece of paper on her neat desk. It stood out because it was dead in the center. He lifted it up to reveal the thermometer was under it. "Is this that thermometer thing you were talking about?" He asked forcing a calm voice.
"Huh? But how? I didn't even put that paper their." She said surprised.
"Geez lady, and they say I'm crazy. Your probably working to hard." He said while looking at the clock on the wall. It was breakfast time.
The guards frowned at her and left as she stared at her desk. "But.... It wasn't there a minute ago. I could've swarn you were playing with it."
"Please do get proper rest mam." Kalab told her before leaving. As he got further away from the office his mouth grew wider. The he was in a full blown smile. Following this was laughter. "Hahahahaaa. Did you see the look on her face." He said as he high-five'd his shadow and then the air. "That was classic. She looked so funny. Heehee." He wiped fake tears from his eyes. "Well let's go eat guys." He said as he headed to the cafeteria. He got in line right behind Ariella Kane. Another patient at the school. "Hey Ariella. Good morning. You wouldn't guess what just happened. Apparently even some of the nurses here are 'insane' as they call it. hahahahahhaaaaa. It was so funny." He said to her as the line moved. He loved talking to his friends in the morning. It meant the day was going to be another good one.

“Devin.”

Devin looked up from smelling her wrist and her darkly colored eyes stared at one of the nurses. She held some folded clothes and her eyes settled on the girl. Devin knew what was going through her head. She hated her job, Devin could tell. The woman was tired of finding clothes for Devin. Hell, if Devin had her way, she’d wear the clothes she wore now. It was that dark green material that fit and showed off her slender legs like a bathing suit. Devin’s eyes traced from the woman’s frustrated glance to her outstretched arms. Her eyes settled on black cloth and she sighed, kicked up her legs and got up from the chair. She did it so quickly that the woman stepped back, it was almost as if she was scared of Devin. She should be. Devin took her clothes and was half tempted to change right there in front of whom ever stood in the common room. Devin never ate breakfast. It made her sick because of her pills.

“Guess I’m wearing black today, Marg.” She breathed, blew a kiss and made her way toward the bathroom. She took her time changing. She dropped her clothes on the sink and stared at her own reflection. Her eyes were like a puppet’s: Dark, grim-like. She couldn’t help but shrug off her reflection, as her eyes settled on the inside of her hand. So many scars from the countless of times she tried not to kill someone. The doctors always tried their best to file down her nails but with the many other patients, they forget to at times. Her hair was a mess. She brushed a few strands from her face and sighed softly. She didn’t feel like washing off her make up. She enjoyed the dark colors but her hair…oh her hair was a mess… It was strange that the doctors allowed her to have any cosmetics. Maybe it was one of their pathetic tests.

She turned on the faucet and washed her hands under the hot water. After her hands were washed, she ran them through her hair the best she could. Maybe she’d ask Marg to help her. She smirked. If the woman was smart enough, she wouldn’t. Devin moved her hands behind her back and unzipped the “bathing” suit and allowed it to fall to the ground. First, she pulled on the black pants, that hugged at her hips. She then pulled on her top, one that revealed her stomach. She was persistent to wear her own choice of clothes. Only if she wore their choice of wardrobe when it was time for observation or medic tests. The top flowed at the arms but was purposely created to curve about her stomach, revealing her soft skin. However, their was a scar on her left hip. One that she had done to herself the very first day she arrived here at Wayward.

Devin heard a knock at the door and she picked up her dirty clothing. Even she could tell that the medicine was working. She was calmer… calmer but not fully calm. She opened the door and tossed the dirty cloth to Marg and slowly turned around.

“Will you pin my hair?”

“You mean clip it back?” Marg glanced to one of the other nurses and they nodded. “Only with hair ties…let me grab a brush.” Devin stayed where she stood, her eyes fixed on the door in front of her. Marg returned and slowly began to brush the patient’s hair. It was obvious that she was nervous, her hands were shaking. She brushed out the tangles and was about to pull it back in a hair tie but Devin walked off, murmuring a thank you and headed to the window. She plopped herself down on her lazy chair and grabbed the remote.

She flicked on the tv, her eyes stared at the screen as she channel surfed. Nothing was on, except for a show about the forest. Discovery channel? She tossed the remote to the coffee table and draped her legs over the arm of the chair once again.

Gretchen's eyes fluttered as she awoke, having dozed off sometime in the night while slumped against the wall. The corner which was her favourite was behind her bed and underneath the camera. That way, if anyone came in they would not see her right away and she would have time to defend herself.

"Come on Gretchen, you need to get up," the Keeper's voice told her. Why was he in her room?! She was suddenly wide awake.

"Get away from me!" the girl shrieked, trying to crawl under her bed and slip out the door. The Keeper grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. She continued to shriek and claw at the ground, trying to get away. The Keeper was too strong to fight against and she knew it. She also knew that his grip on her would only tighten the more hysterical she became. Greta took a deep breath and closed her eyes, relaxing just long enough for him to yank her to her feet. "It's breakfast time."

Her brown eyes glared coldly at him before she tugged her arm away from his grip. As with all patients, she was escorted down the hall towards the cafeteria. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in every shadow of the hallway, every imperfect spot on the wall. Most of all, she glanced at the doors of the other rooms in case one of the other inmates were to appear. She was weary of all of them save her brother.

Speaking of which, where was he? He almost never ate, but maybe she could convince him to come and try something. She knew that he wouldn't want to be force fed, but occasionally he took some of her food and ate.

"May I speak with my brother?" she asked her Keeper, trying to sound civil. "I want to see if he'll come down and eat."

He glanced at her disapprovingly, but said nothing. As they continued down the hall, he stopped and unlocked the room that Henry was in. He pushed the door open and let her walk in.

Inside, Henry sat with his back facing them, having just been awoken by his Keeper. His bed was pushed into the corner so that he could sleep in it. Upon hearing the door open, he turned a bit to glance out of the corner of his eye at who it might be. He figured that it was that dreaded doctor who forced him to eat. It wasn't even solid foods either. Henry was almost certain they were feeding him baby food. If that was the case, he could only wonder why they had had baby food on hand since the first day they came.

"Henry, let's go get something to eat," a familiar voice came. The young boy smiled and climbed over the end of his bed and onto the floor. He placed his left hand on the wall and stood up. Looking down at the ground, he kept his hand on the wall as he circled around to the door where his sister stood. The Keeper grunted and walked out.

Henry's head stayed down, focused on the floor. If he focused on the floor or the wall while walking he was ok. He took his sister's extended hand and the two exited, the second Keeper behind them. The second turned and went to tell the boy's doctor that he was in the cafeteria for once.

The two siblings proceeded down the hallway, both with anxious thoughts swirling through their heads. Gretchen was still intent on protecting herself and her brother form even a fly. Despite her fitful sleep, she was alert and continually looking around for signs of danger to either them. Henry meanwhile was attempting to ignore his growling stomach. Though he had been fed last night, he was still hungry. But his brain told him he didn't need food. His stepmother had fed him too, but for a much different purpose than the doctors. She had wanted to eat him, not merely out of spite and to get rid of her problems regarding the children, rather because she liked the taste of human flesh. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

The walls had enclosed him then, which was what he was used to and familiar with. When he was finally freed he had found that he couldn't handle the open space, was even scared of how foreign it was. Agoraphobia they called it.

The Maras arrived at the cafeteria. Greta walked with her brother over to a table in the corner. The younger sibling sat and faced the wall, putting his head against it for comfort and to ease his thoughts. His doctor had told him that he needed to stop doing that if he wanted to get better, but he wasn't here now was he?

"I'll be right back Henry. Don't talk to anyone." Gretchen knew she probably didn't have to worry about that considering his social skills had declined drastically since his imprisonment. She also knew that he did like some of the crazies though, particularly Ariella and Thomas who were both her. She wouldn't be surprised if he left while she was gone and went over to sit by them.

As long ad they don't hurt him, she thought to herself and went to retrieve her food. She wished she could cook for herself, because who could trust anyone here?

Gretchen's eyes fluttered as she awoke, having dozed off sometime in the night while slumped against the wall. The corner which was her favourite was behind her bed and underneath the camera. That way, if anyone came in they would not see her right away and she would have time to defend herself.

"Come on Gretchen, you need to get up," the Keeper's voice told her. Why was he in her room?! She was suddenly wide awake.

"Get away from me!" the girl shrieked, trying to crawl under her bed and slip out the door. The Keeper grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. She continued to shriek and claw at the ground, trying to get away. The Keeper was too strong to fight against and she knew it. She also knew that his grip on her would only tighten the more hysterical she became. Greta took a deep breath and closed her eyes, relaxing just long enough for him to yank her to her feet. "It's breakfast time."

Her brown eyes glared coldly at him before she tugged her arm away from his grip. As with all patients, she was escorted down the hall towards the cafeteria. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in every shadow of the hallway, every imperfect spot on the wall. Most of all, she glanced at the doors of the other rooms in case one of the other inmates were to appear. She was weary of all of them save her brother.

Speaking of which, where was he? He almost never ate, but maybe she could convince him to come and try something. She knew that he wouldn't want to be force fed, but occasionally he took some of her food and ate.

"May I speak with my brother?" she asked her Keeper, trying to sound civil. "I want to see if he'll come down and eat."

He glanced at her disapprovingly, but said nothing. As they continued down the hall, he stopped and unlocked the room that Henry was in. He pushed the door open and let her walk in.

Inside, Henry sat with his back facing them, having just been awoken by his Keeper. His bed was pushed into the corner so that he could sleep in it. Upon hearing the door open, he turned a bit to glance out of the corner of his eye at who it might be. He figured that it was that dreaded doctor who forced him to eat. It wasn't even solid foods either. Henry was almost certain they were feeding him baby food. If that was the case, he could only wonder why they had had baby food on hand since the first day they came.

"Henry, let's go get something to eat," a familiar voice came. The young boy smiled and climbed over the end of his bed and onto the floor. He placed his left hand on the wall and stood up. Looking down at the ground, he kept his hand on the wall as he circled around to the door where his sister stood. The Keeper grunted and walked out.

Henry's head stayed down, focused on the floor. If he focused on the floor or the wall while walking he was ok. He took his sister's extended hand and the two exited, the second Keeper behind them. The second turned and went to tell the boy's doctor that he was in the cafeteria for once.

The two siblings proceeded down the hallway, both with anxious thoughts swirling through their heads. Gretchen was still intent on protecting herself and her brother form even a fly. Despite her fitful sleep, she was alert and continually looking around for signs of danger to either them. Henry meanwhile was attempting to ignore his growling stomach. Though he had been fed last night, he was still hungry. But his brain told him he didn't need food. His stepmother had fed him too, but for a much different purpose than the doctors. She had wanted to eat him, not merely out of spite and to get rid of her problems regarding the children, rather because she liked the taste of human flesh. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

The walls had enclosed him then, which was what he was used to and familiar with. When he was finally freed he had found that he couldn't handle the open space, was even scared of how foreign it was. Agoraphobia they called it.

The Maras arrived at the cafeteria. Greta walked with her brother over to a table in the corner. The younger sibling sat and faced the wall, putting his head against it for comfort and to ease his thoughts. His doctor had told him that he needed to stop doing that if he wanted to get better, but he wasn't here now was he?

"I'll be right back Henry. Don't talk to anyone." Gretchen knew she probably didn't have to worry about that considering his social skills had declined drastically since his imprisonment. She also knew that he did like some of the crazies though, particularly Ariella and Thomas who were both her. She wouldn't be surprised if he left while she was gone and went over to sit by them.

As long ad they don't hurt him, she thought to herself and went to retrieve her food. She wished she could cook for herself, because who could trust anyone here?

Kaiden stared out the window, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark brown eyes followed the snowflakes as they drifted to the ground, only to join the pile of snow that had built below. Watching them fall was almost soothing, but however much he focused on the purity of the white sheet covering the ground, he couldn't seem to get the idea out of his mind...the idea that fresh blood on the snow would be so beautiful in this setting. Especially against the rest of the dull landscape, the light grey sky and pale clouds, the thought just fascinated him. Almost as much as the day on the path when he had come across the dog with the girl. He smiled weakly at the thought of the memory, and reached a hand out towards the window, pressing a palm against the cold glass. With his other, he reached up, attempting to undo the latch the kept the window shut, however it was locked. They must have guessed he would have tried to open the window with weather like this and ruin the room he was in so he'd have to move. Again.

He'd caused multiple inconveniences to the doctors already, including finding their supplies and hiding it, ruining rooms he had been in, messing with the other patients, and whatever he could think of. He pulled his hand away from the window, pressing his chilled palm against his cheek for a few seconds before lowering it and turning away towards the door. Kaiden's room was nearly empty, not even having a mirror in it. There was a bed with some blankets on it, a table with a small lamp, and a dresser to keep his clothing. The doctors must have figured that if they started taking away things he could use as weapons, then he'd start behaving better. However, it only stirred his creativity, forcing him to find other ways to harm people. None of their tactics worked, and he was going to make sure of it. He was going to give them a response to the lack of items in his room, but not the response they wanted. Tugging at the bottom of his white dress shirt, he ran his hands over it, smoothing out the wrinkles. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the dark stain on the edge of his cuff. Hm. They had forgotten to wash that out from the other day, when he found a mouse outside at the time he had a plastic fork with him.

Kaiden opened the door in his room, and was half expecting someone to be waiting outside for him. Usually they had someone search him whenever he went in and out of his room. He thought at first that it was to make sure he wasn't carrying any sharp objects with him, which was probably one of the reasons, but now he suspected it was also to make him feel a bit humiliated. After all, it did bother him a bit because of the fact that they didn't do this to many other patients; also because they often chose to do it in the middle of the hall where people could see. However, no one was there. He started towards the cafeteria. Unlike most days, he was actually hungry. Glancing over his shoulder warily, he started down the empty hallway, the sound of his footsteps bouncing off of the white walls. For a moment, he was hopeful that he could get to the cafeteria without any daily search.

Running a hand through his black hair, he stepped into the cafeteria, his eyes scanning over the room. He could recognize a few faces, and made a mental note to keep away from them. There were a few Keepers standing around the edges of the room, watching what was going on. Kaiden wasn't even able to take a step in before he felt a hand on his shoulder. On instinct, he swung his arm and body backwards violently, coming in contact with someone's torso harshly. However, the person hardly moved, only grabbed his arm and pulled it backwards, tightening his grip enough for Kaiden to stop. He glared up at the Keeper behind him, yanking his arm back towards his own body. The man didn't bother to grab him again, only stared down at the patient.

"You almost forgot your search." He said in a monotone voice, only slightly louder than his regular speaking voice. It was just threatening enough for him to get the hint that he wasn't going to let him go without getting what he wanted first. Kaiden knew this guard, he didn't mess around. However, he didn't show his concern, and merely gave a sideways smirk, turning his back to him.

"Go on then." He said calmly, stretching out his arms willingly. Raising his head slightly, he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The search was like something given by a police officer after they told the felon to put their hands up, and no surprise, he felt like he was just being arrested. Fighting the urge to turn and hit the person behind him, he had to clench his teeth together to refrain himself. After a few seconds though, he felt the man's presence leave, and he muttered a quiet, 'go on.' Kaiden turned to glance behind him, giving him a wide, fake smile.

"Thanks." He mumbled bitterly, continuing on his way. He straightened out his shirt again, starting towards the line-up for food, frowning slightly when he noticed who was waiting there. No way was he getting near that Kaleb kid this early in the day. Although, he did seem preoccupied with the red-head in front of him, probably muttering about his fairy world. Kaiden hesitantly went towards them, standing a good distance away, forcing himself to focus on something else. Specifically, his eyes wandered towards Isabella, or...'Beatrix', the one he preferred. He crossed his arms and stared forward at her, grinning weakly, his eyes sparkling with a sort of mischievousness.

As Isabella stood in line, she felt as on the back of her neck. She rubbed her neck and turned around and found Kaiden staring at her. She turned her head around. Beatrix materialized beside her, on her hands and feets crouched down like an animal. "Look we've got an admirer." She growled. "No, Bea, Please...He's scary." Isabella muttered quietly. "I quite like him. He seems fun" She said with a hiss. Beatrix moved around her with a wicked sharp fanged grin. Beatrix looked identical to Isabella. The same light brown skin, slender figure and a pretty face. Yet, Beatrix had sharp canines, enlongated nails on her hands and feet and her deep yellow eyes. "Let me out. I want to see him." She growled and Isabella shook her head. "No. He looks at me like Father did." Isabella whimpered. "God, Belle you are such a wimp. You're father is dead. I ripped his head from his body." Beatrix groaned. It was then a Keeper walked over to her. "Isabella. Who are you talking to you?" He asked and Isabella scratched the behind her ear but she didn't say anything. "Isabella?" He said again. He was getting too close. "No one." Isabella said wrapping her arms around herself. The Keeper eyed her closely for a moment, his gaze fell down to her bare legs. Isabella turned away. It wouldn't be the first time, a Keeper decided to take her for himself. Beatrix made short work of the last one and no one's been that stupid but this guy was new. Isabella scurried off toward the buffet. Her food was placed on her tray and she hurried to a table farthest from everyone else. She sat down and looked out the window watching the snow.

"Izzy." someone called with a small voice. Isabella looked down and grinned at the plastic fork sat up and hopped over to her. "Hello." She whispered. "How are you?" The fork said, turning a bit. "Kaiden is staring at me. I don't like it." She whispered. The fork shook it's 'head' "Tsk tsk, That's too bad. Would you like my help?" it asked and Isabella's noticed someone shadow cover her. It was the Keeper from before. He sat beside her. "Don't." She said and moved away some. The Keeper looked at her. "I just want to get to know you is all. I'm a friend." He said and Beatrix growled. "So was the last guy." She quipped, crawling on the table. She moved in reall close to his face and growled. He was handsome enough but regardless, he was trying to take advantage of her. Isabella knew that. She was crazy. not stupid. Beatrix was practically breathing at him but of course he didn't see her. She wondered if Kaiden could see her, that would make more sense than him waiting for her to reappear. The Keeper moved his hand and brush a hair from her face. She whimpered. "You want to tell me how you were talking to?" He asked softly. "Beatrix." She said. He placed a hand on her knee fro, under the table. "And what did she say." He asked moving his hand to her thigh. Isabella whimpered. "Okay, He's yours."

With that, Isabella's entire posture changed. She climbed onto the table and cocked her head and looked at the Keeper. "I said, If he touches her again, I'll make your death look like an accident." She said and then in a blink she sat back in the chair as if nothing happened. Her gold eyes watched him as he stood up, cleared his throat. Beatrix grinned revealing her fangs. He then quickly found someone else to pester. "Okay. Beatrix. Let me out." Isabella called. Beatrix snickered. "Nah, I think I'm gonna hang here a bit."

He thought I was a freak. He had never even noticed me until that day. If I had been brave enough to actually talk to him, maybe he wouldn't have fallen for Ulli. I'm just such a-- Kalab's voice snapped Ariella out of her thoughts. She turned around and grinned at him. He had always been able to make her feel better with his stories and pranks. When Kalab was involved, almost anything could happen.

"No surprise there," she giggled. "Sometimes I feel like they're actually the patients and we're the doctors." Ariella faced the front again as a Keeper noisily cleared his throat right next to her. He gave her a stern glare which she returned with an innocent smile. "Are you here for your daily dose of crazy?" The Keeper flushed angrily.

"Just behave yourself," The man marched off and Ariella stuck her tongue out at his back. She rolled her eyes at Kalab before grabbing a bowl of strawberries and some orange juice. The cooking was horrible for the most part, so Ariella tried to stick with the food that didn't have to be handled very much. She looked around for a spot to sit and noticed Tomas by himself. Perfect! Ariella carefully stepped out of line, avoiding all the kids jostling each other. "Want to sit with me and Tomas?" she called behind her shoulder to Kalab.

Without waiting for an answer, Ariella started walking towards Tomas. She sat down opposite of him and grinned. "Mind if we join you?" Ariella managed to lower her voice. She had learned a while ago that Tomas had really sensitive ears. It wasn't a very great lesson to learn, especially since it happened because she had spoken way too loud for his taste. Luckily, he had forgiven her for that little mistake and they were on good terms now.

Ariella glanced back at the line to see if Kalab would follow quickly averted her gaze. Kaiden. He seemed to be preoccupied with something, but you never knew what he might do. The number one rule with Kaiden was to never, under any circumstances, make eye contact with him. That almost guaranteed his arrival to wherever you were.

Today was a good day for Jefferson Clive Harrington.
Not only had he awoken to the glorious sight of snow out side his bedroom window, but his morning meeting with his doc had involved a nice brew of mint tea. Jefferson had worn his best hat for the occasion, a fedora of purple-black fabric and a silken strip that resembled his Wonderland hat remarkably.

The Keeper led him from the doctors office, his burgundy slippers dragging on the linoleum as they made their way to the cafeteria. While Jefferson detested morning sessions, the doc was always good enough to provide tea for him.
The hatted mad entered the cafeteria with a bemused expression, taking in the already long line and filling tables. He brushed a hand down his light blue and white button up pajamas, straightening the collar before stepping into the room.
He could wait in line for some non-edible food which he would more the likely simply pick at, or he could go lounge in the common room and snag a good couch.

Jefferson sent one last look across the room, spotting several patients in line and sitting down. He hummed good-naturedly and headed out the doors.

It was well lit in the common room and quiet, most of the patients were off eating breakfast or pretending too. Jefferson made his way to the book shelves first, scrolling through the titles he had already read, before snagging Gulliver's Travels. He hummed to himself a tuneless sound as he made his way to the couch and plopped down, leaning against the arm while crossing his striped pajamas clad legs. He opened the stiff cover, tipped his hat back, and was about to read when his eyes flicked upwards.
Devin sat on the couch across from him, looking bored as could be. She was watching some monstrosity on the television.

Jefferson wanted to say something. He wanted to spew words that he had stored in his mind that he knew he could speak, but he could not articulate. Slowly his twitches began to act up as he tried to force his mercury-muddled brain to push past the mental blockage. Soon his eye lids, corners of his mouth, and hands twitched uncontrollably so he looked down quickly, dropping his face into his hands. He rocked a little, humming to himself to control it but only growing more embarrassed at his display. He hated this, hated this place, and simply wished to leave, whether to Wonderland or beyond. He no longer had his friends and without those striving for happiness did not suit him. What was the point if you had no one to share it with?

A flash of brightness, green leaves, sparkling floating lights....a crooked house with a long table covered in tea....a rabbit, scruffy and scrawny and laughing...next to a blonde haired girl in a blue dress...

"Hatty, shhhhh, calm down" A whisper softly caressed his ear, making his whole body visibly relax. He had slipped from this world for barely a moment, but Alice had noticed.

Jefferson softened into the couch at the voice of Alice, finally realizing that he may not be as alone as he thought.
He suddenly drew his gaze back up to Devin, hoping his tiny episode was not so apparent to her. Jefferson opened his mouth to speak, shut it, looked back down at the book quickly before blurting out, "Can you name me four consecutive days that begin with the letter 'T'?"

Jefferson looked up at her, a wide playful smile on his face. He had his hat tipped backwards still so his eyes shined clearly even with the curly greasy dark hair that hung from the fedora.

Kalab shook his head in approval to Ariella. He sat his pate down and didn't say a word. He liked letting Tomas talk first. He always said curious things when he was nervous, and he was usually always nervous with Arrielle around. He acknowledged Ariella first, which Kalab didn't care about, but he had plans to talk about so he waited for Ariella to respond to Thomas and then began his spull. He whispered, not because Tomas didn't like it, but because that's how he was when he was being sneaky. "Okay guy," He said while he ate an apple he ate some pop-tarts, "I have a plan. The best plan in the world. I hate it when slimy guys like that mess with my friends. So I'm going to get him fired. Hehehe. Boy is it going to make me legendary. Post, king saves friends from bad guy. Hehe. You guys think of an Idea. I'll recruit more warrior. Hehe."
Kallab went over to Isabella's table. Izzy......No. Good morning Beatrix. Fine weather today huh. This is my first time seeing snow." Beatrix and Kalab had love hat relationship. She was his friend but she wasn't his. He never felt that she liked him much but then again, he didn't really care. "Listen. I have a plan to get that man fired. I hate when people think that just because we have things that they don't that they can take advantage of it. I know you want to see what I have in store for him. So what do ya say? You in....Or are you out?" He put a wide smile on his face.

Kaiden watched Isabella intensely, his gaze not even wavering for a moment. It made her uncomfortable, he could tell. He could smell the slightest bit of fear emanating from her. Breathing in deeply, he moved down the line slightly, tearing his eyes away from her for only a moment while he grabbed a red apple from the fruits. When he looked up again, there was a Keeper dangerously close to her. He could only hear a few of the words spoken, yet it seemed that he was questioning her about who she was talking to. He snickered quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly. Who did the man think she was talking to? Most of the people here knew what was wrong with her, and made note to be careful of her other side and not do things that could bring it out. Unless...this man was new. Kaiden could only imagine what things would be awaiting this person, especially since he seemed to be interested in Isabella right now. Bad decision on his end.

Luckily, she managed to slip away from him, and the Keeper did not follow. He watched her sit down, and though he could not hear her from this far away, he could see her mouth moving, her attention focused on the fork. She was talking to her friends again. Raising his hand, he took a small bite out of the red apple, and contemplated taking some actual food, cereal or toast, but decided against it. He wasn't that hungry. Raising his dark eyes from the food spread out in front of him, he turned and left the end of the line, looking around the room for a moment in his stationary place. His eyes met those of a Keeper standing by the edge of the room, who quickly looked away afterwards. Kaiden leaned against the edge of a table near him, taking another bite of the apple, the juices running down his chin. He wiped at his mouth with the white sleeve of his shirt.

It was at this moment he noticed the Keeper from before approaching Isabella's table. A small smirk of amusement appeared on his face as he watched excitedly, ready to see what would happen. There was a good chance Beatrix might come out if this guy kept on pestering her. And in this case, that was a good thing. He watched carefully, and noticed that with each word that came out of the man's mouth, something seemed to change slightly with Isabella. And then, he saw Beatrix. Yes, there she was, on the table, hissing at the man threateningly. Then suddenly, Isabella was no more. It was just the other one.

The man left without another word, leaving Beatrix there sitting back in her spot. He could tell it was still her, it was easy to see. Kaiden started towards her table, rolling the apple around in his hand before taking another small bite of it. He was only a few feet away from her place, until he saw Kaleb approaching out of the corner of his eye. He veered away suddenly, going further away, hoping that he was just passing by. However, he neared her, either unaware that she was Beatrix, or just not caring at all. Kaiden assumed the latter, for he noticed that Kaleb was always going on about making new friends. He was painfully naive.

Approaching from behind, he got near enough to Beatrix that he could reach out a hand and touch her. Yet, all he did was bend down near her slightly so she could hear him.

"It's only nine in the morning and you've already had to deal with two idiots." He whispered quietly, glaring up at Kaleb, who was only a few steps in front of him and Beatrix. He took a seat down beside her, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. Leaning towards her, his lips right by her ear, he smiled.

"Tell him to go away, Beatrix." Kaiden hissed quietly, pulling himself away from her and back to his own space, watching intently. He wanted to see what she could do, what she would do.

Ariella smiled at Tomas and grabbed a strawberry from her bowl. “Thanks,” she let out a small laugh. “And now you can brag to your doctor that you practiced talking with two of the most talkative people here,” she pointed to herself and Kalab who had just sat down. Tomas seemed to be a little nervous—then again, he usually was—but it made Ariella pause for a moment. Maybe they should have just sat somewhere else?

She was about to offer to move when she noticed that he was staring at her strawberries. Oh, he might just be hungry but not wanting to bother with the line. Ariella pushed the bowl closer to Tomas. “You want some? They’re fresh.” She studied the piece of fruit in her hand. Well, hopefully they were. She picked up her cup and started to have a drink of orange juice.

"So, ah, you look really nice today Ariella...” Ariella nearly spit out her drink. She coughed a little and looked up at Tomas in shock. Where in the world did that come from? “Did you do something new to your hair?" She pulled a strand of her hair around and looked at it for a moment before realizing the difference. Ariella giggled.

“Well, I usually don’t actually get dressed until lunch. And I don’t bother brushing my hair until then, either.” She twirled the hair around a finger. “So generally I still have bed head at breakfast.” So people actually noticed if she didn’t fix her hair… Ariella made a mental note to start getting ready for the day before breakfast from then on.

She grinned at Kalab as he started talking. ”I have a plan.” That was all she needed to hear. Anytime he had a plan, it was going to be a fun day. “I’m in with whatever,” she smiled. ”You guys think of an idea. I'll recruit more warriors.” Ariella frowned slightly as he ran off. Wait a second. She turned to Tomas. “Did he just put us in charge of deciding what to do?” Ariella giggled and shook her head. “This could take a little while.”

Beatrix looked up as Kaleb came over blathering about a plan about getting a man fired. Isabella adored Kaleb. She'd watched him as he went on and silently giggle to herself. Beatrix was frankly irritated by him. He never stopped talking. She arched a single eye brow. "I''d much prefer to tear him limb from limb. If I let Isabella back out, I'm sure she'll assist you. Until, then-" She said and then Kaiden approached her. She leaned back in the chair and rested her head on her hand. Her fangs glistening with a grin as he leaned down to her. "It's only nine in the morning and you've already had to deal with two idiots." he whispered. He sat beside her and her yellow eyed gaze fell on Kaleb. "Tell him to go away, Beatrix." Kaiden whispered into her ear. A low purr rumbling in her throat as he spoke her name. Kaiden was a dark soul, much like she was. Atleast this part of her. He gave her ideas... She looked up at Kaleb again. "Alright, Now beat it, Fly boy, I don't care for your company." She said with a slight growl in her voice. Whether he left or not she didn't care, she turned to Kaiden then. Beatrix...Please let me out. I want to play with Kaleb." she pleaded but Beatrix actively ignored her. She took a lock of Kaiden's raven hair. "What brings you here?" She growled though already knew the answer. Kaiden amused her. He was an animal. He wasn't burdened with a second half like she was. She wanted to be free like she was. Oh what fun they could have without the little welp inside her.
She twirled the lock around her finger, licking her chops a bit.

"Alright Bea. If that's what you want. But I'm pretty sure you would want to see the horror I'm going to bestow on that mans face. Hehehe. Just like hook when I let the alligator get him. Oh how I don't miss that guy. hehehe. Anyway. I also plan on getting hit a few times. You know, the whole king must suffer for his followers thing." Kalab said looking at Beatrix and Kaiden. He then leaned in close to them. "Just thought you guys liked chaos, but I guess yout all talk." Then he quickly withdrew his head in case one of them wanted to hit him. Him and Kaiden got into it a couple times already but it was fun because Kalab believes KaidenK thinks everyone's afraid of him. Beatrix however, was like a beast. He didn't mess with girls much any way. So It was good. "See you guys at the show." He said in a sing song.

He then proceeded to where the T.V room was. 'So the Twins aren't here yet. Well whatever. The only member that is needed is Jefferson and the people that already agreed. He skipped onto the table that was in between Jefferson and Devin. "DaDAdadAAAA. Here ye. Here ye. The king has decided on another minion of the evil one to dispose of. Those who agree say Ya. Those who don't say Nay. He said it loud enough For Jeff and Dev to here him but low enough so he wouldn't blow his cover. He flipped over the table and landed in front of It. "Good morning my friends. Wanna play." He said with the most mischievous he could manage.

Devin was barely paying attention to the Discovery Channel. It was boring really, dreary, and she quite, did not enjoy it. Her eyes flickered away from the screen for a moment and her eyes settled on Jefferson. Her eyes widened and she felt her heart skip a beat. She had to calm herself down, she knew this much but just something about him drove her mind to race. She switched her gaze back to the TV, her legs still draped over the arm of the couch. She hadn’t noticed his rocking or his…oddness. However, she finally heard his voice.

Can you name me four consecutive days that begin with the letter 'T'. He had asked. Her eyes finally moved from the television and settled on the boy with the hat. Four consecutive days? The pills she took was actually keeping her calm and willing to speak with him. But she felt stumped by his question. She had half the mind to turn away and ignore him but he was first to actually want to talk to her.

“Tuesday. Tea Time. Thursday. Terrific Friday?” She asked, her eyes finally settling on his. Her lips curved up slightly in a smile and her hand brushed through her hair. “I think tea deserves to be its own day, too, don’t you?” She finally added.
As she waited for his response, her attention was directed to Kaleb. At first, she didn’t recognize him but she didn’t like the idea of him being so…bold. She rolled her eyes and for a moment, glanced at the television. A nurse came by and gently placed her hand on Devin’s face, and the girl quickly withdrew her head, her eyes locked on the woman’s. “Don’t touch me.” She said simply, and the woman sighed.

“You had a fever last night, just making sure.”

“Tuesday. Tea Time. Thursday. Terrific Friday?” She asked, and he tutted with a smirk, his eyes twinkling. Devin was a beautiful girl, even if she did not answer his riddle correctly. She liked tea though, which made her stupendously spleen did.

"No, no, that is simply not it, though tea does have its own time, the real-"
Jefferson jumped, clutching his hat to his head with wide eyes as Kalab leapt upon the table. The sudden appearance of another had his hands tremoring and lips twitching once again. He shoved his palms against his striped cotton thighs, sat up straight, and stretched a grin across his face that tightened the muscle enough to still the twitches.

"Ya! I say Ya! What is your splendid idea King?" While Kaleb was loud, he surely deserved his title. The childish patient could rule any land he set his mischievous gaze on.
"Good morning my friends. Wanna play?" Kalab asked after a very impressive flip off the table.
Jefferson nodded vigorously at the acrobatic male, his grin slipping into a devious smirk, " 'Play', as in play with out wonderful Keepers? Sounds interesting" He spoke, lowering his voice and sending a shifty look over to a near by Keeper, flicking his gaze back to the King quickly.

"I hope not.. I really don't want to be a part of anything that involves getting us in trouble.." Ariella looked over at Tomas. He didn’t look too happy with Kalab’s idea. Well, that was no big surprise given the fact that he worried about everything. "Who knows what they'll do to us if they see patients running amok in the halls, taking down 'innocent' doctors and nurses.." Ariella pouted playfully.

“But it would be so much fun! We haven’t had any real excitement for a while now,” She was about to go on, but abruptly cut herself off. This was Tomas she was talking to. This plan of Kalab’s would probably be completely out of his comfort zone. Ariella gave him a small smile. “Sorry, I tend to get a little carried away when talking with Kalab.” She shrugged. “Besides, I don’t think it would get very violent... Unless Kaiden and Beatrix decided to join,” Ariella shuddered slightly. “But they probably would consider this plan childish and stupid.” Lucky for everyone else involved.

Ariella took another strawberry and chewed thoughtfully. There was probably no way that Tomas would even consider this. Kalab must have just been so excited with his proposal that he forgot how timid Tomas was. "...Still, I don't think we'll be getting out of this easily.. But maybe uh, just something small..? Just a small prank?" Again, she was shocked at what Tomas was saying. He was really trying here.

“Who are you, and what have you done with the real Tomas?” Ariella grinned to show she was joking. She didn’t want to accidently offend him. “But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Ariella set her hands on the table. “This isn’t exactly something you’d think about doing on a normal day.” She watched Kalab leave the cafeteria, trying to gather more recruits, and giggled. He could have a hard time finding anyone willing depending on how everyone’s days were going. Ariella pushed her empty bowl aside and smiled at Tomas. “Ready to see Kalab's success rate so far, or would you rather stay here?"

"Well. One of the Keepers were picking on my dear friend and loyal subject, Princess Izzy. Now before he gets to the other Princesses. We as nights of the table," He said this putting his hand on the small table he just stood on, "Must protect the princesses by getting rid of him in a comical manner. One that deserves to be called an action by the king." He stopped there being interrupted by the nurse. "Hey don't touch princess Devin. You horrible fiend." He said taking the spoon off the tray. "Don't make me use this lady. Did you here what happened to the other nurse. Did you. Did you." He smiling while waving the spoon in the nurses face.
"Give me that."The nurse said while snatching the spoon from him. I'm leaving. Dang. They should keep you in a patted room." Kalab then proceeded to bending over and shaking his but. "Fart Fart. Fart on the nurse lady." He then Adjusted himself and turn back to Devin and Jeff. "Anywho. As I was saying. Oh yeah. The royal black knight might join too. I basically just called him out. Hehhehe. Sure he could refuse but that would mean that he's chicken, hahaha. I don't have a plan yet but I'll tell you when I see you next. Whether it be before or after lunch. " Saying that, Kalab went back to his seat.

"Guess who's back gang. It's me. The king of the fairies. King Kalab. Please hold your applause for later."
"Kalab. Kalab look." Tink said softly in his ear. She was pointing to the fairy that followed Thomas around. It looked sick.
"Hey Tommy. What's wrong with your fairy." He asked. "It looks like it's sick or something. I should know too. I am king of the Fairies after all." He said with a concerned look on his face.

She watched as the nurse disappear. Did he just call her Princess?

She didn’t really like games, especially with other patients. However, Jefferson made her smile. She liked him. Something about him made her smile. She rolled her eyes however. He was actually intrigued by this idea? The idea of pranking and messing with the keepers? The doctors and nurses would have a cow or two if they ever found out. Though, she knew she couldn’t join in on the fun, even if she wanted to. Her observation was due in an hour and she wanted to try her best not freak herself out. She had just almost stabbed herself with a pair of scissors for crying out loud. She immediately shook her head, kicked up her legs and stood from the couch.

“You two get yourselves in trouble, good luck with getting a ticket outside to play. You have to earn them, remember?” She said with a huff and walked passed Jefferson slightly. She stopped and looked at the boy for a moment, her lips forming a tiny smile.

“Please, try not to get yourself in too much trouble, how are we to have tea later?” She asked quietly and sat on the other side of the couch, near him but not too close to cause trouble.

Her legs curled about her body and her eyes settled on his. She ran her fingers against her leg, rubbing out her pants as she continued to look at the boy. “So…what are the four days that start with a “T”?”