*THWACK*
The sound of a fist hitting a shallow pillow rings in the air, the dummy shaped like a human, which seems to be oddly cut out of a cheap mattress, wobbled back and forth on it's rickety thin support, a piece of bed-frame, a boy with long white hair, matching clothes and matching eyes stands in front of said dummy, he has his fists raised ahead of him, side by side up under his nose, he is sweating and breathing a bit heavily, he sighs and lets his arms slowly fall back to a natural position.
"c-can't focus..."
The boy says quietly to no one, his gears start turning as he think and relives.
The boy, being Adrian Marks, is taken from his deep thought when he hears a thump, and then some yelling
"th-they got another one..." he frowns sadly as he turns his head to listen better to the sound,
he closes his eyes to focus, and suddenly an image enters his head.
a view that seems to be generate from the far wall of the living room, a girl has her back to it and is banging at the door she was presumably just thrown through.
Adrian sighs and opens his eyes, being thrown back into darkness. The simplistic eye drawn with an odd ink on the living room wall ceases to be of any use, the boy sighs yet again and goes to find a dry shirt, he seemed to be turning over ideas in his head.
Should he go and introduce himself? should he see if the other one is alright? she seemed much more meek then most others, and he hoped she wasn't afraid of the new entry to the sad little group. He hadn't spoken with anyone yet, and he was building up the courage to do it today, he had been spending nearly all his time in his room lately, drawings from the last day or so were spread over the walls, there were portraits of guards, doctors, scientists. Images of flowers, trees, the drawings were in plain black ink but seemed to hold color, in a different sense of the word.
The boy stood hesitantly in front of his closed door, he couldn't see it, but he could feel it, it was his shield from the world, one of the few things he was allowed control over...some of the time. He steeled himself, wiped his forehead with his arm and swallowed back some mixed feelings, the butterflies in his stomach were either dancing up a storm, or exploding one by one, only to come back and do it again.
The boy exited the room, he held his closed hand aloft in front of his chest, a familiar eye drawing was present on it's back side, he moved it slightly ever so often, as if it was taking in every image with some level of enjoyment. Until what felt like no time at all, the boy was standing in the living room, he "looked" at the newest addition to the place, and then to the girl with the doll, he was worried about how she felt, though she honestly seemed a bit more composed then he felt. He took a quiet breath and took another step forward, clearing his throat, "..H-hello..." as if on cue, a limp body was thrown into the room, a boy this time, Adrian jumped back a bit, they were busy today... "U-um..." Adrian was starting to worry more and more, he looked to the girl, then the boy, he seemed like he needed a bit more attention at the moment...he cautiously made his way over to the boy, he hesitantly got down to a knee over the boy, "...E-excuse me?" he said with genuine worry, he had switched vision to the wall again, he was keeping an eye on the girl.