OoC: Wow. Lots'a posts :3 And sorry Rika ;o I'll change it a bit. xD I'll start like. Now.

((Thank you Milo. c:

I've had ADHD my whole life...so yeah. <3))

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Please?))

OoC: Of course, Tri <3 I'm starting. (Oh and I've changed my bio a bit - no diagnosis of illness ;o)

Poppy sat cross-legged on the old leather couch in the school's multi-purpose room and rocked back and forth, eyes closed.  She hummed to herself quietly and fiddled with her grey scarf. She was in her own world, oblivious to everything around her, peaceful. This only happened a few times a week, and it exhausted her.

When a doctor went into the room, she snapped open her eyes and hugged her knees. She was afraid of the doctors because they put needles in her. She cowered into the corner of the couch and closed her eyes tight.

Eleius walked into the room behind the doctor, all smiles and sunshine for the moment. He hummed a little tune to himself as he made his way over to the couch, sitting down and looking around with his remaining brown eye, blowing his blond hair out of his face. After a little while, though, he got bored and started tracing his scars with his finger, tilting his head slightly as if they fascinated him.

((...He's good. Until there's blood, or a car within hearing distance, or fire. ouo))

Alyx frowned deeply, peering into the large mirror across from him. Leaning in close, he inspected every inch of his skin, making sure it smooth and taut, his mismatching eyes glaring at their reflection. He covered one eye with his long fingers, letting the bright blue one show. A single strand of blonde hair floated in front of his face, and he pinned it back, making sure every hair was in place, and his long nails traced over his cheeks, making sure they were smooth and level. Barely satisfied, the boy stood, his blac k and white striped shirt spotless and his black jeans pristine. Stepping out of his door, he headed to the school.

Arriving inside, he headed to the multipurpose room and locked his eyes on Eleius, the boy covered in scars. Slinking over, Alyx waved, saying his his mooth, perfect voice, "Hello, El. What's up?" A smile was placed on his olive skin, but he soon dropped it as to not cause wrinkles. HIs blonde  hair fell over his eye, so he tucked it behind his ear, sitting next to the only person he considered to be unattractive enough to be his best friend. The only thing he hated about Eleius was his deep brown eyes, the color of chocolate, so he always did his best to attract his eyes away from them.

Angel was walking towards the multipurpose room, music playing at a decent volume in his headphones. Usually, he never used the headphones, but he had gotten into a slight disagreement with Grey over a movie the previous night which had ended in them both sticking their tongues out childishly to one another before stomping over to different corners of the room they shared. Neither was mad anymore, but they were acting like it just for the hell of it. It kept life a little interesting.

Grey was slightly annoyed that Angel had used his headphones. They tended to drown out Grey's voice. But he wasn't mad at Angel for it. He still wore that same-as-always content and somewhat lost in thought look on his face as he strode beside Angel. He perked up when Angel scratched at his bandaged eye, thinking Angel wanted him to take over, but when the white-haired teen removed the hand without the bandage, Grey returned to his thoughts, shoving his hands into the pockets of his identical to Angel's white jacket that he always wore. 

(( Yes, they both have personalities so I describe what they're both doing and thinking. XD ))

Eleius looked up from tracing his scars and blinked, then broke out in a grin when Alyx walked in. Yeah, he knew why Alyx choseh im as his best friend, but he didn't care. He had a friend in this place, and that was enough for him.

"Alyx! Hey!" he sid rather happily, showing he had actually taken his medicatio this morning. Or...the doctors made him take his medication. Either way, he was most likely not going to go into his severe mood swings and try to kill someone today. Yay!

((Yay!...?))

"Mmm." Alyx said in anoyance, rubbing a spot near his right eye and frowning slightly. "I look terrible today." He muttered to himself, taking a small mirror from his pocket and rubbing that same spot, which was raised a tiny bit "Did you sleep well last night?" Alyx asked, still staring hard at the spot near his eye, rubbing hard now. "I slept terribly. My eye was all red and it was horrid." He griped, turning to his friend.

Eleius shook his head. "You don't look terrible. If anything, I do," he said, lifting his arms to indicate his collection of scars with a smile, visible brown eye warm and happy, like it usually was when the doctors gave him his bi-polar medication. Then he blinked, recalling the question, then frowned slightly, looking more like a grimace with the way the sarcced skin moved.

"Mmm. Not really. I kept dreaming about that 18-wheeler that's part of the reason I'm here...." he muttered, starting to trace his scars again, head tilting slightly. "...But 'm fine now!" he said, lookin at his friend with a smile. The, for who knows what reason, he lifted his hand to his eyepatch, lightlyplcing his fingertips upon it, tracing the pattern of the scar that he knew was there, the one scar that he had to cever because it still looked gruesome. Ugh...

When Angel walked in he lowered his hand and looked over, smiling. "Hello, Angel!" he said cheerily, his pale blond hair moving to reveal the eyepatch due to the way he had his head. "How are you today?" he asked both Angel and Alyx.

((The 'Yay!' is for the fact that he probably won't try to kill anyone today since he's medicated. :D

And yeah. Ele's eyes are pretty with his pale blond hair.))

When Angel's patch was mentioned, Eleius's hand went back up to his own. He figured that Alyx must already know what was beneath it, a scar, but he was sure he must be wondering why he hid it, and not the rest of his scars, besides the ones beneath his clothes. He then looked back at Angel, slightly curious as to why he had white hair in the first place.

((....I'm debating on making a car start up in a place where he can hear it, or even just a car horn will set him off since that was one of the last things he heard before everything went black in the wreck.))

Angel's face lit up. He was glad that they had decided to talk to him, but frowned when they brought up his bandage. Grey liked people not knowing he could control Angel's body. He also had asked for Angel to never point him out to anyone since he was 'shy' around others and didn't like to be looked at. Angel didn't mind. He kinda liked having Grey to himself. He felt like he'd be a bit jealous if Grey made more friends.

"Oh, this?" he asked, pointing to his bandage, "It happened when I was little. Theres a bad scar there and that eye's blind. I don't like how it looks so I keep it covered." It wasn't really a lie. There was a scar there and he was blind in that eye. He just neglected to tell them that Grey could also control his body when he took it off. He always neglected that part.