((Sure, Tri.

And heyy there Loki. C:))

Name: Akila Monteik

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Looks: My Persona

[[Hi! Jeez... I hate random foot cramps Dx 

So should we start? I think everyone else has been pretty eager to.]] 

((Yeah, that's... Cx Epic. :P

Anyways, I want to start. :3 Everyone knows where the dorms are and stuff, and they're locked in there. o3o

Who wants to start?!?! :D))

((Tri can start.

And, they're like.... court ordered to be there, so if they leave... *Bam* Cuffs in hands, and back to a jail/mental hospital. xDD FWI, don't try to escape. Cx

Awesome Loki, me neither. ;D))

[[Ok, lol,

I just had an idea! What if we make it a contest to see if we can figure out each other's disorders? :D]]

((What would they win? o3o And that's a pretty sick idea! *Sick in a good way. Cx*))

((Good Idea Loki. :3 I'm likin' it mucho. ;DD

I should probably post now... Cx))

[[Thank you :3 I should probably post as well.]]

Aaron leaned back against the wall of his room. He was more or less stretched out on his bed, nearly completely still. The only thing that was moving was his right hand as he twirled a small metal rod through his fingers like a drumstick. He'd pulled to rod from a chair earlier that day. Although it wasn't meant to be a weapon, Aaron knew he'd have to be careful with it. Whether those people knew he had it or not was unknown to him, but once false move with it would have it taken away.

The silence in his room was an eerie one. It was strangely quiet. Not even his shallow breaths were loud enough to be heard. By now, the silence would have turned most normal people insane, but to a person like Aaron, it felt natural. He welcomed the silence. 

Sam sat in the dining area, glad she was alone. At every sound, she would jump, even when a sound was never there. Sometimes, when Sam shuffled her own feet, she would almost twitch, like it was habit. Sam paused to look at her feet. They were in gruffy looking black converse. The shoes were covered with water stains, blood, and mud. Sam bent down to wipe off a small mud spot, her eyes widening when it wouldn't come off. She gave a small squeak like sound at the sight of her unnecisarily dirty shoes. It bothered her greatly. After a few moments of trying to clean her shoes, Sam gave up and took them off. She carried them by the laces and threw them in the trash, not caring if she walked around in her socks.

Sam walked back to her table, sitting back down. She was stratling (Sp?) the bench, her hands in front of her, under it. She paused as she felt something under her fingers. She pulled it out; it was only a butter knife. Sam slipped it in her pocket, her eyes giving away her own innocense. She quickly walked out of the dining room, flinching slightly at the sound of the door sqeaking behind her. She pas.sed the dorms, seeing a boy on the his bed. She paused at his room, sitting on the door side, where he couldn't see her. Or so she hoped. Truely hoped.

((Sam is.... messed up and paranoid. :3))

Aaron continued twirling his rod. When he had pulled it from the chair, it had broken weirdly and was sharp at spots. One of these spots cut open his thumb, causing it to start bleeding heavily. He didn't seem to notice, however, and kept twirling the rod, cutting open his index and ring fingers as well, neither of which provoked a reaction either. After a few moments he set the rod down casually on his bed, accidentally smearing blood on the sheets, before standing up. He strode over to the desk in his room and opened one of the drawers, pulling out a thick expo marker. He drew a weird squiggly mark on a white board hanging on his wall. It was covered with marking similar to the one he had just drawn. He dated it, then recapped his marker, replacing it in the drawer before walking back over to his bed. He glanced towards the door once, but when he didn't see anything directly, he flopped back onto his bed and mirrored his position from before, this time without twirling the rod.

[[Lol, Aaron has two disorders, but it's up to you to figure out what x3]]

((My chick... She has OCD, but that's like... different. xDD Not really a huge issue. o3o))

Sam heard the person inside getting up and doing something, but she didn't really care. As long as he, or she, left her alone. She paused and took the blunt knife out of her pocket, seeing how sharp it was. She gently started cutting the fabric on her jeans, putting a little more pressure into it as it wasn't doing anything.

"Samantha Green!" A sharp and high pitched voice came out of no where. Sam twitched at the loud noise and jerked her head up and down the halls, finally noticing one of the nurse/overseer people. The lade rushed over and grabbed the dull knife out of Sam's hands, causing her freak out at the touch of the nurses cold hands. She began to mutter curse words under her breath, staring blankly at the lady. It seemed to freak her out because she looked at Sam with a beweildered look and then she took off down the hall, looking back only twice, only to catch the scowl that Sam was throwing her way.

Then, it hit Sam: The dude in the room probably would hear the commotion, stupid nurse lady. She'll pay for that... Sam thought sourly as she got up noisely from the tile floor. She slipped slightly as she stood up, making her curse at herself. Sam walked quietly down the hall, as if she was never there.

((Sam's a dumb a.ss. CCx))

Aaron's mouth twitched and he sat up when he heard someone shouting in the hallway his dorm was on. Samantha Green? Why would someone be yelling that down a hallway? He wondered, a confused look forming on his face. He thought about it for a while before deciding he might as well see what was going on. He pushed himself off the bed, his still bleeding hand leaving red streaks on his sheet as he put pressure on it, and walked over to his door. He opened it and looked around. Nothing. The hallway was empty. Shrugging, he went back to his bed and lied down, this time in a position where he could sleep. He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. Even if he didn't need sleep, the sensation was relaxing. His breathing slowed, even more than normal, and his chest barely moved from his shallow breathing. The way he was now, he really did look dead.

[[I like her xP she's funny]]