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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 22, 2012 17:53:10 GMT -5
Feliciano lay on the floor in front of the television, bored. It wasn't until coming here that he'd spent time watching the box, and for a boy with such a short attention span, this really wasn't something for him. It was always bad news, arguments, bad acting and nothing creative.
He rolls on to his back, trying to look at the television upside down. Perhaps this could make it more interesting.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 22, 2012 17:56:24 GMT -5
Kiku sat in the corner, alone, just as he liked it. His eyes were not fixed on the television, but on the man lying on the floor. He looked very odd, rolling around like that. Silly, Kiku reminded himself, we are all very odd here. Oh, well. He continued watching the other man, wondering if he should say something.
He quickly decides against it and pretends to be interested in the program on the TV.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 22, 2012 18:04:48 GMT -5
Feliciano rolls on his back a little more, trying to get comfortable still and trying to find a way to make the television show interesting. However, watching another generic quiz show with numbers just isn't going to do it.
Instead, Feliciano looks around his surroundings. The common room is fairly drab, and is in need of being done up. Many of the other patients are away, doing more important things. As he rolls, he looks over at the always-quiet Asian man in the corner.
Perhaps he wasn't so boring?
Feliciano waves animatedly.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 22, 2012 18:11:05 GMT -5
Out of the corner of his eye, Kiku sees the man waving at him. Suddenly, mild panic takes over. What should he do? Wave back? Ignore it? Get up and walk away? His breath came out quickly, his hands clutching onto the arms of the chair. What to do, what to do...?
Eventually, he decides. One hand moves up slowly, giving the other a small wave back and a whisper of "hello," something that startles him. His face instantly turns red and he turns to the side in an attempt to mask it.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 22, 2012 18:14:27 GMT -5
Feliciano isn't sure if he heard the man speak, or if it's just something he imagined.
He waves back again, calling out across the room.
"Hi! We've never spoken before, ve. What's your name?"
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Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 22, 2012 18:19:38 GMT -5
Now the other was speaking to him. He had already dug a hole for himself; he might as well just go deeper.
"N-no," he answers, slowly turning his head back, muscles shaking lightly. "I-I am Kiku. A-and you...?"
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 22, 2012 18:43:44 GMT -5
Feliciano smiles. He hopes it doesn't look fake; it's genuine, his smiles always are, but it's to what degree.
"Hi Kiku! I'm Feliciano, and I think the television is really boring. What do you think?"
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Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 22, 2012 18:49:02 GMT -5
Kiku tries to smile back, but it ultimately fails. He doesn't quite remember the last time he genuinely smiled. Last week? Last month? Last year? Only heaven knows.
"W-well," Kiku begins, "I usually watch television to escape from reality. My thoughts are very heavy. I enjoy a few shows, though they do not often air here..." He looks down to his lap, twirling his thumbs nervously- a habit he picked up in favor of picking at the skin around his nails. If the nurses saw that he had begun to do that again, he would be in big trouble.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 23, 2012 13:02:58 GMT -5
Feliciano rolls over and pulls himself up to sit with his knees folded, facing Kiku. Finally, somebody's who's willing to talk to him today! Perhaps it's not going to be so lonely after all. It's something he hates about this place, people's reluctance to talk.
"Oh oh, what shows do you like?" he asks.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 13:48:24 GMT -5
Nikolai stepped into the room, unfortunately for him, there were already people inside. He HATED crowded places, but what could he do about it? If he wasn't around other people the doctors, or even the nurses, would question him about it. But as long as he didn't hang out with this people it would be alright...right? Well at least that was what he thought. He glared at the people in the room and stood against a wall, this time gazing at the tv. This people meant nothing to him, they were just worthless 'puppets' he could manipulate to get whatever he wanted.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 23, 2012 15:01:35 GMT -5
This came as a shock to Kiku. Normally, people didn't want to know what he thought; they just simply let him sit there and say nothing, just like as he wanted. It was a shock... but not an unwelcome one.
"Well, I like anime," he replies softly. "That's Japanese cartoons. I also like educational shows, especially ones about animals. I love animals." He rubs his arm a bit, remembering the days when he had pets. How he missed them.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 23, 2012 15:32:43 GMT -5
Alfred yawns as he wanders in the room, taking a quick, precursory glance around to see who's in there, trying to take it all in at once. Not too many people yet, too bad. That meant it would be extra quiet; not that it wasn't always quiet!! He wanders up to the couch, literally throwing himself onto the cushioned surface with a loud 'YYEH' noise and a laugh. He sprawls out, kicking his socked feet over the one end of it so they can dangle in the air a bit. He feels sort of shaky as he tries to get himself to lay still, glancing from the people to the tv to the people once again.
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 15:37:07 GMT -5
He sighed in annoyance as he saw a loud person come into the room. Well, at least everything would be fine for him if that person didn't decide to come talk with him. He had no need to make friends with this worthless people. He only needed himself, and his dear sister. He glared at the blonde and then turned his gaze back to the TV, watching whatever was on.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 23, 2012 15:56:31 GMT -5
Alfred perks to attention immediately as a glance is shot his way, and he sits up with an eager grin, looking over at this person. He waves, making a move to get up, but delays a bit as he does so. He waits a moment, hoping to gauge this guy's reaction before getting up; he's had a few bad experiences with people who really just did not want to talk to him.
He'd never quite get that, though, and he laughs to himself at the thought. Why on earth would you not want to talk to him??
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Post by Nikolai Arlovskaya on Apr 23, 2012 17:14:07 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow as he saw that the other male wanted to talk with him. If he wasn't where he was he would just glare and walk of, but since he was in this hospital he had to try to be nice to this disgusting people. Or else he would be in trouble. Nikolai mentally sighed out of annoyance and waved back at the blonde, giving him a fake smile. If he fooled this guy with his fake friendship, he'd probably get to manipulate him, right? Well that was what he thought, even if manipulating someone wasn't nice.
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