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"Is there something you want to do?" Since they were wandering aimlessly, they could do really anything. It's not like they had somewhere to be. Sebastian wasn't sure what they were stopped at, but there were only a few rec rooms in the building, none of which he really had a problem with.
Every so often, they would pass a room, and he would concentrate on an area. So, he was right...Tonight would be fun, for sure. Even if he didn't want to deal with them, he knew he would have to. "Its so quiet here..." He mumbled. Of all places, he would never expect an insane asylum to be dead silent.
Sebastian jumped a bit, quickly calming down. "Uh...I don't have a problem with it." He usually just distanced himself from people, but he figured this would probably be a good way to get to know the people he was going to be living with. Besides, it would only be three people, not too many. He could deal with that. "Hello, Sir." The only reason he knew who it was because he heard the two talking before. He had never really had the motivation to summon famous figures, this was an interesting experience. He usually preferred to talk with the nameless masses.
Sebastian took the other's hand. "I think...Exploring would be useful." He planned on seeing if he could make contact with any spirits here, but it would probably be easier to just walk around the building and see if he could feel anything, first, instead of spending the energy to talk to something that might not even be there.
Oh yeah, i have school, just remembered, so on weekdays i'll usually be on starting from around 4. is that alright?
He decided to just leave the whole parents thing alone, it was fine for Griffin to assume what he wanted. He was right, though, he would simply have to learn to adapt to life here. Eventually, it probably wouldn't be so bad. "...We can leave?" The whole time he was in there, he thought he was simply expected to stay put. If more people were coming in, however, he figured it would be best for him to leave. It was great that the other was offering to help him with that, since he would probably get lost otherwise. "Yeah, thanks.." Realizing that wasn't a helpful answer, "I mean, to leaving."
"Sebastian Haas." Listening to Griffin speak, he knew their disorder had a name, but couldn't remember it. Either way it didn't matter, the guy seemed nice enough for now. "My mentor put me in here, to try and help me calm down." his voice was a bit shaky, and he gave a small smile. He wasn't too happy with how it came off, and hoped there weren't questions about his friend. He knew they were considered a cult leader, but of course to him, that was ridiculous. What they practiced was perfectly controlled and sensible.
He was surprised to hear someone talking to him, so it took him a second to answer. "Sure." It didn't sound too confident. Taking a moment to find the other's hand, he got up, fixing his shirt. "T-thank you." His voice sounded less tense, relieved that nothing went awry in the simple process. If nothing else, at least the first person he meant here wasn't an ass.
Sebastian had been muttering in a dead language for awhile now, helping him calm down. He heard another person clap, and could feel there was something there - but he couldn't exactly tell what. Considering it was a spirit, however, he didn't think much of it. That is, until he heard it. Screaming something incomprehensible, he flew back in his chair, causing it to go down along with him.
At this point, a lot of things were going through his mind. Mostly it was the pain, and the regret of an indeterminable point in his life where he went wrong. Maybe his life here would become easier if he would take his stupid blindfold off, he thought, but it was a risky move. Many asylums were haunted, after all, and he didn't want to go around and possibly upset any ghosts with mental illnesses. He didn't bother getting up, just laying on the floor, seemingly resigned to his fate.
At this point, a lot of things were going through his mind. Mostly it was the pain, and the regret of an indeterminable point in his life where he went wrong. Maybe his life here would become easier if he would take his stupid blindfold off, he thought, but it was a risky move. Many asylums were haunted, after all, and he didn't want to go around and possibly upset any ghosts with mental illnesses. He didn't bother getting up, just laying on the floor, seemingly resigned to his fate.
just a warning, i might not be here most of next saturday :o
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