[color=purple][b] ☽ Lunafreya ☾[/b][/color]

     Searching around for an unsoiled napkin amongst the scattered folds of white surrounding her tray, she managed to find one and quickly plucked it up, folding it before handing it to Isadora.  Luna could understand how the girl felt to a t.  This place, with a cruel Devil of a warden, guards who were always making the girls feel uncomfortable, and doctors who were far too excited to prick with needles, they all tried their hardest to kill any affection left in a patient’s heart.  It took effort every single day to not let this place pollute you with its melancholy atmosphere.  If you let it overcome you, not only would you never be able to leave (although Lunafreya didn’t think this was even possible anymore) but [i] They[/i] would win.  The thought was putrid to her.

     [color=purple] “People waiting….”[/color]  Luna stated this mindlessly, and though it was addressed to no one but herself it seemed too heavy of a toll to think of.  The only person who could be waiting for her would be her mother, and even then she wasn’t entirely sure.  Through the tidbit of memories she obtained (all showing only kindness from her mom) for some reason the last memory of her made Luna uncomfortable.  She wasn’t entirely sure why as she couldn’t quite recall it.  She just knows something big happened…..something was wrong.  Looking back towards the window she shrugged, [color=purple] “Yeah, I guess there isn’t really anyone out there for me at all either.”[/color]

    A flash of off-white caught in her peripheral causing her attention to fall on the table occupied by the three guys.  Soren’s hands slipped the note into the new kid’s without leaving any reason for alarm and he went back to his nonchalant demeanor.  Luna’s eyes immediately went to the Warden’s location in the room only to find she was distracted while talking into her earpiece.  A breath escaped in relief, one she didn’t know she had been holding and then she checked the clock.  No doubt the meeting would be in a couple hours.  They usually tried not to keep it at the same time but it had an order to it nonetheless.  Tapping a finger on the table to get Isadora’s attention she merely whispered, [color=purple] “Looks like we are expecting a ‘Smoke’ break at 10” [/color] and with that the message was passed.

     It was the time before being in the safety of the room which always made her anxious.  They were always being observed, but there they would be as free as one could possibly be in a place like this.  [i]Now if only the clock could move a little faster[/i] With this last thought she finished up her meal.

[@Shadow007][@Mega Birb]