Eli laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He once again couldn't sleep. His fingers picked at some scabs located on his forearm absentmindedly, a habit he had formed over time. It was... oddly calming. It wasn't odd for him to be unable to sleep, he more often then not would have nightmares that would wake him up time and time again. More often then not, he wished that he could for once just not dream, to be able to sleep the full night like a normal person. Not that he was normal, none of the children were. He let out a brief sigh before allowing his eyes to close, bored of the blank wall that he has stared at so many times. 

Despite being awake, the incessant, overbearing, high pitched alarm seemed to almost scare Eli, jumping out of bed and to his feet, a mildly wild look in his eyes. A slightly strange look for the boy, his hair at the back of his head was sticking up into the air in a mess, his simple sweatpants and t-shirt wrinkled, mismatched, with his sweatpants beginning to fall off. Gaining awareness of his surroundings, he took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists and releasing. He ran his hands through his hair rapidly, before pulling his pants up completely. He now glanced at the board, feeling all energy drain out of his body. [I]Brilliant... something urgent... something that means having to go out to fight... amazing...[/I]

Slowly moving towards his closet, he removed a form fitting black shirt, a pair of black combat pants, and his black boots. All of his movements were slow, as if each required a large amount of effort to complete. He entered his wash room, quickly ridding himself of his night time clothing, and washing his body. Soon after, he dressed and began to fix his hair. It took approximately five seconds. He looked at himself in the mirror, noting the relatively unemotional look in his eyes. He forced a smile onto his face, but alas, his smiles never reached his eyes. Did not prevent him from trying however. Shaking his head, he walking into the center of the room, glancing around, when the guard finally arrived. Eli stared with a vacant expression, regarding the guard his discontent, remaining still even as his door was opened.

The guards gruff voice sounded from under his helmet," To the auditorium 13. Do not make me force you." A glimpse of frustration crossed his eyes before quickly fading. If it was one thing he learned, do not show the guards any weakness. He forced his feet to start moving, carrying himself to the door and began to slowly make his way down the hall. He then felt a sharp nudge to his back, as well as heard the loud statement from the guard," Move faster, 13!" 

Eli spun to a stop, now facing the guard, where he practically snarled, rage filling his eyes," Do not touch me!" The guard took a step back, his finger hovering over the option on his controller to give the subduing shot. However, he quickly realized his mistake, and spun back around and started down the hall, struggling to control his breathing, simply desperate to get away from the guard that was following behind him. 

He shoved through the door into the auditorium, waves of stress rolling off of him, but grateful that the guard was leaving. He barely glanced around, taking slight inventory of the people here, before placing himself in a seat away from others, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground in front of him, slowly gaining back control of his thoughts. He hated himself. He hated he couldn't stand to be touched. Why couldn't his brain just think right. Why was it so difficult for him to go through simple processes for everyone else. A deep, shaky breath rattled him, his eyes closing shut, but keeping aware of the sounds around him to listen if someone approached him.