Thomas sat back and watched the fun. The boy being tasored actually gave Thomas a short burst of near sexual arousal, Thomas knew that he'd like this place. He sat still and silent and just observed the other people in the van, they looked utterly insane, he however was well groomed and dressed in his Sunday best, he looked up to a man who looked rather confused, he seemed to be talking to thin air,
"Hey... Your voices acting up?" Thomas tried to fight the impulse but he couldn't,
"You fucking freak! You're not normal! You know that, don't you?" Thomas jolted forward and stopped an inch away from the lad's face,
"BOO!"

"You fucking freak! You're not normal! You know that, don't you?" Thomas jolted forward and stopped an inch away from Flints face,
"BOO!"
Flint looked up to the odd person.
He couldn't tell if they where real or not and so smiled softly
"Yes, I do know that. The real question is. Do you know you aren't too?" Flint asked calmly.
He moved backwards to get some space from the guy.

April was sat at the back of the bus next to a person who seemed to be getting a little angry. She wasn't allowed her pen, but she was allowed a pencil and some paper. She quickly scribbled down a few words and then tried talking to the person next to her "I-I-I'm so sorry if I'm making you annoyed" She timidly stammered.

Thomas stopped dead... A blank expression came over his face,
"I am normal... There's nothing wrong with me, nothing at all" He leaned closer and put a hand on the lad's neck,
"I will break your fragile little neck, do you understand?" Thomas' expression was the gaze of a Shark, he was cold and dead inside and in this moment, that fact was quite obvious,
"I know what's real and what's not... But you don't do you... You don't even know if I'm real" Thomas quietly whistled a tune and loosened his grip on the young man's neck,
"I hope you understand now... I don't need help, unlike you"

Jack was shaken off his thoughts when he heard a girl's voice near him. He turned to his side and saw the girl holding a pencil. He slightly frowned in confusion, wondering why anyone would think of doing some writing in this place and wherever they were headed to. Then remembering she was talking, his expression disappeared and he shook his head a little.
"It's not you," he muttered. "Obviously.."
He glanced to the two guys - one who seemed to be tormenting the other but his "victim" was so calm.
"We're gonna have a weird and shit time starting now, see?" Jack finally said out loud to the girl beside him, sure on what he was saying.

The man put a hand around Flints throat
"I know what's real and what's not... But you don't do you... You don't even know if I'm real" The man said as he whistled. Removing his hand
"Exactly, which is why im not scared of you." Flint said back softly.
"I hope you understand now... I don't need help, unlike you"
"Then why are you here...." Flint said as softly spoken as he had before.

Ben rocked back and forth muttering things and banging his head on the wall

April shuffled closer to the boy next to him "S-since everyone else here seems to be making death threats, or hallucinating, do you think you could keep me safe while we're in the acadamy, I'll be honest and tell you what's wrong with me. Hypergraphia, the compulsive urge to write. I decided that you looked like the most sane person here, stick together?"

"Thats what they all say"Ben says to Thomas "But look where you are the slauhter house"

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Thomas slowly turned his head toward the young man and smiled,
"When I was 17, my sister ran into my room, screaming her head off about her barbie doll. She claimed that I had stolen it" Thomas shuffled closer to the man,
"I said; 'Sis, why would I steal your doll?' She insisted I had stolen it" Thomas' hand creeped its way onto the mans shoulder,
"She screamed at me to give it back, so I slammed her against the wall by her throat, she gasped for air and kicked and screamed, she was an annoying little brat... So I broke her fucking neck" Thomas was emotionless and cold,
"My parents run in and see her, my father launches at me, he manages to grab my coat before I hit him, he went backwards and toppled my mother over. I ran downstairs and grabbed the biggest knife I could and I waited in the shadows... Just waited until I heard my father rummaging through the kitchen. I leaped up and plunged the blade into his kidney... He looked at me, the same look the neighbour's dog gave me when I kicked its head in... My meddling mother ran in and screamed at the top of her lungs" Thomas chuckled,
"She was so beautiful... It was a shame I had to cut her throat... Her corpse was as equally beautiful" Thomas bit his lip and shifted his gaze to the floor,
"She was worth more to me dead" Thomas sighed,
"Then the police came and well... Here I am, sitting here, talking to a nut-job"

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April turned to Thomas, and was in an attempt to lighten the mood "No matter what we've done, how bad, we're all in the same boat now, and will be for years, there's no point fighting now is there?" She said smiling, although Thomas unsettled her, he wasn't about to spoil her time in the acadamy.

"Ah so your just a murderer, nothing psychotic about that." It was hard to notice if this was sarcasm or not and Flint didn't even know himself.
Flint looked beside Thomas to the ill imaginary man he saw before.
"This guy is creepy wouldn't you say? Maybe you should just removed his face for him. He would be better without it." The man that didn't exist remarked.
Flint said nothing to the imaginary image but it would be obvious to Thomas that he had been listening to someone.

Outwardly, Robbie appeared the epitome of tepid disinterest, but things were actually starting to get interesting. Surreptitiously turning to watch the exchange between the two, the sudden mention of a slaughterhouse caught his attention. Nearly everyone in the country had heard of the Verger Meat Packing Company, in fact, how could they not? They controlled nearly the entire market, and it was only a matter of time until they took over it all. Papa always told him about how he was the heir of their meat packing dynasty, but now, it just seemed like a far off dream. Or nightmare, really. Spending the rest of his life overseeing the mass genocide of pigs and cattle? Not exactly his idea of fun.

Turning his attention back to reality, Robbie glanced over his shoulder at the people seated in the back. A delightful menagerie of disorders, for sure. He smoothly got up from his seat, making his way to the second to last row. Putting on his "friendly" face (he's practised it so many times he could do it in his sleep), he seated himself and poked his head out from behind the headrest.

"You two seem pretty normal." he started, raising an eyebrow as he briefly glanced at the piece of paper clutched in the girl's hand. Robbie couldn't quite decipher what the formless scribbles meant, but he'd managed to overhear enough of their conversation to realise it was part of her condition. Hypergraphia, wasn't it? Pushing the thought to the back of his mind for the moment, he put on his signature million watt smile. His disposition seemed naturally affable, but to someone especially observant, they might've been able to see through his act. "We should stick together."

"Robert Verger. Very nice to meet you both." He looked back and forth between Jack and April before extending his hand, smile unfaltering.

Thomas turned his gaze to a girl, a beautiful girl too, she reminded him of his mother,
"Oh, hello" Thomas sat next to her and smiled,
"We're all here together, ay? At least I'm here with you" Thomas bit his lip, he hated the idea of be-friending someone but hey-ho, he was bored,
"My names Thomas... Whats yours?" Thomas saw the young man he was talking to, he seemed to be listening to thin air again... How strange. Robert Verger? He looked positively lovely... Too lovely,
"Hello, Robert Verger!" Thomas stole his hand away and gripped it tight,
"So sorry to interrupt!" Thomas continued to shake his hand and look into the mans eyes,
"Again, I'm so sorry" He lifted his hand up to his mouth and yawned... A test, a test of empathy...

"I-I-I'm April Carter, pleased to meet you" She said to the good-looking man that had just sat down next to her. "Before you ask, it's hypergraphia, the compulsive urge to write"

Jack glanced down at the girl. Normally, he would just smile and agree to stick with this girl, but this was a totally different place, and he didn't agree with himself being "sane". Though he was thankful he wasn't hallucinating.
"If I were sane, I wouldn't be here," he answered instead. "You don't seem to be so crazy though, either."

He turned his attention back to the guy who was talking about murdering his family. The brutal story reminded him of his own first time using a knife on someone and he took a deep breath and turned to the girl again. But no one here knows him, so no one knows any of that; he probably looks normal among these people right now, like the girl said. Maybe he should take advantage of that fact for a while.

Two other people were talking to them now, he realized. He watched the Thomas guy interrupting while Jack didn't move to shake the hand.
"I'm Jack," he told the group, and didn't add anything more to say yet.

April was about to say something when the bus hit a particularly nasty bump, since she was so light it knocked her to the side and her head crashed into Jack's. "S-s-so sorry" She quickly said, shuffling back away, she didn't know what kind of disorder he had, but she hoped it wasn't something to do with anger because of what she just did. She sat there, timid, breathing in and out quickly.