[center][h1][color=8f00ff]Daniyal Lohinejadian[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][color=8f00ff]Interacting With: Margaret[/color][/h3][/center]
Daniyal’s stony face cracked into a smile as Margaret laughed too. What were they laughing at again? He didn’t remember or care, his mind was spinning too fast to properly pay attention to what was going on. He didn’t even notice how hard he was gripping onto his arm as his mind wandered until the mystery girl snapped him out of his dream state with her words. "Are you-", the girl stopped herself as Daniyal flicked his gaze back at her, that twinkle in his eye gone as he arched his eyebrow at the girl. "I'm scared too."

Daniyal’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he finally let his arm go, a nervous chuckle escaped him as he stared at Margaret with confusion. [color=8f00ff]”Scared? I’m not scared, I’m fine. Really.”[/color] Though he tried to look as natural and laid back as possible, he was almost certain he looked like a nervous wreck in front of everyone. Or maybe he didn’t.

 [color=8f00ff]”A-are you a mind-”[/color] he was going to finish before catching himself, would it be considered rude to ask about someone’s mutations? Mini-cultures can form almost instantly in prisons. And no sugar coating it, this [i]is[/i] a prison. But could symbols, and lingo develop here this fast? But he so desperately wanted to ask her what was so weird about her. 

A sudden whistle finally distracted everyone. Even Daniyal turned to see who was making that noise and why. He felt his cheeks already burn as he stared at a shirtless boy standing within a circle of ogling girls. He immediately averted his gaze as he faded to obscurity again, Margaret seeming to have already forgotten about their conversation. Daniyal immediately embraced the sudden loneliness, comforted by knowing no one was paying attention to him. 

He draped his thin blanket over his thin frame, surprised that no guards threatened to shoot them over the growing noise. As he forced his line of sight into staring at a blank corner, he started wishing for all of this to just end. Daniyal didn’t want to be here, and granted no one else did, but Daniyal’s pain was a bit more special in ways he couldn’t describe. A wave of nothingness washed over him as his mind wandered again, trying to pretend as if he was trying to sleep when he couldn’t be even more awake and alert.

His mind was a wreck and as awake as ever, the night long train rides standing up did nothing to tire him but only made him forget what life outside these walls were. He possibly was being a bit too dramatic, but who cared anyway? 

Daniyal finally laid down, covering himself head to toe in the so-thin-it’s-nearly-translucent-blanket and trying to remain still. Hopefully he’ll be confused for a corpse and thrown out.