"So, other than vommiting, what have you been doing?"  She snuck in, yet again, and she was currently sitting on the counter next to the sink, looking at the pale figure than looked near-death.

"Not much...Now it's getting to the point of dry-heaving and liquid...."  He replied, slumping down next to the toilet, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"You've been sick for two weeks now.  How much longer do you think you can hide it?"  "Hide what..?"  Alexis managed, then let out a weak laugh.  "You know what I mean Alexis,"  She sighed

"And whatr did I tell you abotu not eating?  You've stopped eating again, that's why your only throwing up liquid,"  She said worry in her tone.  "When I eat, I throw up.  How many times have we had this conversation?"  Alexis questioned, barely able to lift his head to look at her.

"Alexis, if you don't start eatign at least a salad or toast, or somethign light, I'm gonig to have to tell Joker, and have him shove it down your throat!" 

"Y'know, that's kinda funny, Selena...Joker is the smartest person I, or probably anyone else has met....He probbly already knows..."  Alexis replied, eyes closed.

"Then why did he sent you out in the rain last night!  There's no way he knows!"  She argued.

"Who knows...Punishment fro not telling...?...No, that's not it...Maybe he just wants to wait it out, like I am, and I did show up to work...."  Alexis added.

She rollred her eyes, knowing she couldn't get through to him.  "Whatever, Alexis!  Go ahead, and be a baby.  But when you show up dead-"  "Like Joker, I don't die easily...."  He cut through.  "Yeah, I can see that,"  She sarcastically huffed, then left the bathroom, and Alexis' house, locking the door behind her (And almost tripping on several aerosol cans as usual.)

"No wonder that kid is sick....."  She thought examining a can she had picked up.  She was walking down the sidewalk, to go to her favorate sub place.

Jack growled at Selena, storming through the room.

"Okay, kid. Here's how this goes. Either you eat something, or I'll bury a bullet in your head. Got it?" He growled, loading up his gun.

((No, I know. I just wanna see how that plays out.))

"Heh, kid I'll do you one better. I saw a puppy outside. You kill it, you don't have to eat." Jack smirked, running outside and grabbing the German Shepard puppy by the scruff of it's neck.

"Here, the gun." He added, tossing the gun at him. He locked the door, dropping the puppy to the floor. 

He was barely able to sit up, but did, and looked at him head tilted.

He barely noticed the gun, or at least it barely registered.

"You do realize your requesting me to kill an animel so I eat somethign I'll puke up five minutes later, right?"  He said, then stood up.

"Fine, I'll have a hotdog...."  He leaned down to the dog. "Hey, you hungry too?" He questioned, petting it lightly.

Jack laughed at the dog's whimpering, thinking it was a cute thing to kill.

"Yes, I know that. But you have to eat, and I know you won't kill it." 

Name: Alyx Wolfe

Alias: Wolfe (Imaginative, issn't it?)

Age: 21

Personality: My I rp it out?

Gender: Male

Looks: ~Alyx~

Diagnosis: Extreme Paranoia, Schitzophrenia, and a litle bit of a vocal tic.

where you ever in Arkham? Why?: Yesh. He gets so paraniod that he belives everyone is out to get him, so he decided to get them first, and was convicted on first-degree murder.

Theme song: I'm terrible at those, so no.

S/O: Homosexual

Crush: He constanly chases after Eithen.

Mutation: None

Skill: He is an extrordinary marksman, and has better than average eyesight. Although his balance is crappy. He can't even do a cartwheel.

Special possesion: The Arkham people took them all away...

Brief history: Alyx was born into an affluent family, and his parents traveled almost constanly, leaving him alone for weeks at a time. Alone in the gigantic mansion of his house, he developed his paranoia. The sounds in the hoiuise, the creaks and wind, drove him to hiding under beds, talking to himself and flying into rages. He discovered how to pick the lock on his father's gun cabinet at the age of 8, and killed his parents as soon as he found the ammunition...

Occupant: I dunno, he was a 911 operator in his teens.

Other: None

"Yes, but you try eatign when you keep vommiting...It's not a pleasant thing..."  He mumbled, then walked past him, going downstairs and into the kitchen.

He opened the refridgerator up and remembered he didn't stock anythign in the fridge for two weeks.

He sighed, then grabbed a pack of ground beef from the top shelf, opened it, and set it down, on the floor in frotn of the wolf. then grabbed a can of Spaghetti-o's from the cabinet, opened it and set it up the table, sitting in front of it, almost glarign at it.

"...C'mon, I'm not oging to give myself a damn pep-talk to eat!  You love this stuff, and you'll die if you don't..."

He realized thinking to himself wasn't helping, and finnaly took a bite of it.

"..Okay, that wasn't so bad..."  He mumbled.

((Lol.))

Jack laughed, sitting next to him.

"C'mon, kid. It's not so bad..." 

"It is when your three rooms away from the damn bathroom, and feel the need to puke..."  He grumbled.

"Great, now I'm getting bossed around in my own house...Well, I guess it's not considered bossing around, but still..."

He looked at the dog, then pet it's head.  "Go eat, I'm fine..."

((Haha. I wonder if Eithan likes him?))

Alyx paced down the hall, every so often glancing to the side. Someone was watching him. He just knew it. Evewryone was watching him. EVERYONE! Alyx took a shaky breath and loooked around the bare hall, his eye catching on a lit doorway. The pale man wrung his hands and took another deep breath. There were cameras here, wern't there? They were watching him again. Why did everyone watch him? He staggered against the wall and slid down, his arms over his head.

He dug his nails into his arm, little points of crimson welling under his nails. Alyx released his arms and stood slowly. He was breathing quickly, his eyes darting around the empty, white washed hall. He covered his face with his hands and tried despratly to calm down, his eyes closed.