The whispers started out softly, peppered with stolen glances and wary stares. Strangers were always a dice roll. Being disobedient, not conforming to the rules. Once, Alex had been friends with a new comer once, he had gotten him into trouble doing ludicrous things like trying to defy the guards. Even something as forbidden as trying to leave their rooms after lock down. They weren't heard from again. Eventually though, all new comers would learn their place and fit right in. For now though, they dare not stray near this new comer, even as much as he was like them. Though, there was always a brave few who were curious about their latest addition.

 "Talk to him?" "No, no, that's suicide..." "But it's not good to let people sit alone..." "Then you do it then." "I didn't say I-" The brown haired male was singled out and pushed from his seat. While everyone else stared at him and muttered soft encouragements to invite the new one over to their table, he hesitantly made his way over to the lone figure. Stopping just a few feet away to stare at him curiously, watching him with his serpentine yellowed eyes, pupils thin slits. Wrought with soft scar tissue at the edges, making his stare seem even more eerie. He stooped like a child, undermining his height, watching he newcomer with his hands held behind his back. Lips pursed in a thin line, fangs peeking over the edge of his lip. 

 Nervously chewing his bottom lip as he watched the man eat, perhaps not realizing just how creepy he was probably being. Wringing his hands behind his back as if waiting to be called upon. Finally, he took a half step closer to the table and opened his mouth, only for his throat to run dry and his mouth to get all clammy and cottony. Looking like an idiot with his jaw hanging open, he shut his mouth and just slid over onto the seat opposite of Dean. Staring down at his scaled hands, the awkward looking twenty year old twiddled his thumbs in silence. Why did they have to send him out here? He was never good with the new comers. It was perhaps the slightest relief when the guards approached them and clamped ther gloved hands on his shoulders. Exhaling, he stood and followed them, hunched over as he shuffled along with them. Prompting more whispers from his table and more nervous glanced towards Dean, already seeming to be bad luck.