Some Fresh Air [[OPEN]]

[Lope Santiago]

Lope had awoke in a sweat that morning, the usual rutine. It wasn't often that he had a full, good nights sleep and a peaceful start to the morning. Nevertheless, he pushed himself off the object known as his bedding and dragged himself through the rutine. His morning meal went off without much trouble, and he tried to decide how to get through the dull for the rest of the day.

After toying with the idea of visiting the rec room, and deciding that he wasn't really in the mood for any social interaction, he opted for a brisk walk outside. Some fresh air would most likely do him some good, wider area, less people to run in to. He walked back to his room, and donned whatever cold prevention he had around before making his way into the halls and out into the yard.

The sun was bright to his eyes. For someone who normally hated the outdoors with a passion, for some reason here, it felt comforting. A change from the monotomy. If one thing could be said about this place, it was that he was starting to get over the little quirks. They would probably never be fully satisfied, however, as his heart was already racing, wanting to go back in. He found a corner, and pried himself against the wall, sitting, and watching the other patients do their outside work.

[Amelia Rose Delancre]

Black hair had fallen to hide the girls face from any curious eyes that may have fallen upon her, her fingers from her left hand were toying gently with the plastic medical bracelet around her right wrist, pale blue eyes still finding some form of rather sad entertainment from reading the Amelia R. Delancre, nineteen, agorophobic, suicidal, anxiety to herself, over and over.

Apart from the usual stretch bandage that was still around her left arm, though that was her own fault for scratching at her cuts and not letting them heal, she had on the usual grey sweat pants and matching zip-up sweater they had insisted upon her wearing when the realized she wanted to go out. She had realized, with little interest upon putting them on that the top had two pockets, which the nurse had conveniently put a small note pad and pencil - if it could be called that, it had been sharpened so much one could hardly hold it, though she supposed they had realized that if she was under constant watch, she couldn't do anything anyway.

A soft sigh would be let out as she looked behind her, toward the door where the nurse who was meant to be watching her was, chatting to one of the security personnel. At this a brow would raise, though she was honestly thankful for her 'outside time', especially after her rather trashy morning of sitting, tight lipped and silent in the doctor's office as they asked her numerous, pointless questions which they knew would go unanswered, and then breakfast, with that damned peppy nurse assigned to her that day trying to coax her into eating like a child.

Small, already slightly upturned nose would wrinkle in distaste at the not too distant events, a scowl upon her face as she shook her head. Were those feet? She'd let out a small squeak, probably the closest noise to 'talking' she had made since her admittance, as she almost tripped over. Eyes would widen in surprise, and one could almost see the blood drain from her face as her gaze fell upon the man she had almost fallen over due to being too preoccupied with the tag around her wrist.

A few minutes later lips would part and close again quickly, as though she had gone to say something but lost her nerve. Of course, that wasn't entirely the case, she just never said anything regardless... Though usually her expressions gave more than the needed away, as was the case with the tight lipped, water-eyed one she was wearing now from the shock of almost falling over him Did I hurt him? I don't think so... She'd bite her lower lip, ragged nails dragging along the slight stretch of exposed skin on her left as she watched him anxiously for a moment. A glance would be sent back to her nurse, who seemed to be watching her from next to one of the guards, before back to him. She hadn't been her awfully long, but she couldn't say (even if she wanted to) that she had seen him around before...

[Lope Santiago]

Lope was fighting with the urge to sleep. The wind, so fresh, so uncommon, was doing a number on his system. He was still groggy from the morning as it was, and now his enemy the Great Outdoors was putting him under. Eye lids fluttered, every time they opened to the world around him he bounced from image to image. People playing basketball, working out, doing other wordly activities. Nothing that interested him much.

Finally the autumn air won the war and put him to sleep. Eyes shut for a final time, and the hum of dreams escaped his slightly parted lips. He hadn't been asleep long when a shuffle and a sound that reminded his dreaming mind of a chipmonk snapped him to. His eyes rose and met the face of the woman who had gone pale, and locked eyes with her. His face was anything but soft - in fact, a very hard, emotionless expression was being worn. How dare this woman not notice him? Was he that insugnificant in the world that she would just step on him as she walk by?

He went through the stages very quickly - - Surprise, depression, anger, and he was on the boiling point before he knew it. He closed his eyes as she went to speak, and tried to calm himself. It worked, albeit slightly. He had lowered his mercury level down back to depression levels. Slowly, the lids peeled back again and watched as she scratched herself. He followed her gaze to the nurse and guards, who had began eyeing him more than the woman in question. Figures... he thought, and sighed. What was she? What was her problem?

He stood, and brushed his legs off out of habit. He brushed a knotty piece of hair from his face, and narrowed his eyes. She just stood there? Biting her lip?
"Um, excuse you?" he barely muttered. She was a rather attractive girl, now that he stopped to ponder it. However, she had flatly ignored his existance, and he was at least expecting an sorry, as cold sounding as it may be from her.

[Amelia Rose Delancre]

As their gazes locked, she seemed to lose even more colour in her face as she took a quick step (or two) back, allowing him the room to stand whilst she watched him with a mixed expression of anxiety and interest as he stood. She could feel the nurse's gaze on her as well as his own, though as far as she was concerned the nurse's gaze was more concerning than his, she could handle whatever he threw at her, those damned nurses seemed to enjoy poking one with numerous needles and the like. The slightest of shudders would run through her body at that thought, before she puled herself back into the present situation

She would realize that her head bowed as he had stood, and shy gaze would travel back up to him as he spoke, pale eyes watching him through the thick veil of black hair that had fallen in front of them. Once again lips would part to say something before closed them a second time, teeth would grind as she let out a frustrated sigh with herself and glanced around once more. Features still seemed panic-stricken as fingers from the left played with the tag around her right. Lips had finally parted once more to form the words I'm sorry, though the odd thing about the wide, pale eyed girl was that even though her lips had formed the words, no actual sound had passed her lips.

She had watched him nervously for a moment or two after her attempt at a 'sorry', though quickly she had gone back to staring at the grass. Body was trembling slightly, as though she was actually expecting some form of abuse. Pale eyes were still wide as she took a few deep breaths, teeth sinking hard into her lower lip to pull her out of the starting phases of a panic attack as she wondered to herself if he'd realize that her delayed apology was because she couldn't. Well, it wasn't entirely true that she couldn't, she had just slowly slipped into the habit of not talking.


[ick, short, sorry!!]