Escape the Mental Hospital: a Very Bad Idea 0/2 OPEN

"Arthur, I'm hungry," he pat his own cheeks compulsively, "I'm hungry!!"

"Then we should get to lunch, non?" Arthur said, switching to French as he said the last part. French was Arthur's native languge and so he switched between that and english.

He leapt up into the air, and high-fived the robin-egg-blue wall. "Off we go!"

Brent let out a little giggle, more in control as Arthur took a back seat.

"PanCAKES!" Edgar screamed upon entering the leisure/cafeteria area.

Brent nodded happily, his hands giving a little clap as he walked over to where Edgar was.

Edgar leapt into line, practically trembling with energy.

Brent followed after him, a smile on his face. Remaining as silent as ver when there were people around.

"Hey," he giggled, "Hey, hey, I gotta joke,"

"What is it?" Brent asked quietly, tilting his head a bit.

"What's the Kraken's favorite meal?"

"Squid? Because it's a cannibal?" Brent asked, putting a totally inoccent look on his face.

He giggled, and whispered, "Fish and ships,"

Brent just stood there, staring at Edgar. "No… It doesn't like to eat, it prefers to wave at everyone instead."

Edgar poked his cheek pensively. "Whadtsa means?"

"Sylvan, Brent," the woman giving out neatly wrapprd breakfast sandwiches and applesauce spoke. "Do you want breakfast?"

"Yes!" Edgar snagged a sandwhich. "–oh, thank you!" He remembered.

"Yes please," Arthur said, taking a sandwich and smiling, he had taken Brent's place as soon as they had seen a woman.

"Can–I want ketchup!" Edgar cried.

"I'm sure there is ketch-up at the candiment table. Alnog with napkins, which you will obviusly need." Arthur said, his tone posh.

He galloped his way over there.

((Sorry I was gone so long, I got a killer headache last night and just went to bed.))

Lilith gripped Dr. Taylor's hand as she led her along the hallway. There were soft steps behind them, she could hear the soft pitter patter, tapping on the rhythm along her thigh. She looked behind them and the person hid about the corner, long wet, black hair peeking out. Lilith waved, "Hello, friend!" She called.

"No one is there Lilith." Dr.Taylor said with a small laugh. Lilith threw a glare her way, Dr. Taylor wasn't very kind to her friend. She was always mean to her. So she kept quiet about her friend, even as she tapped the footsteps she continued to hear.

"Tap, Tap, Tap~" She sang with a small smile.

One she got her breakfast, she followed Dr.Taylor to a table, where she sat with two others, Brent and Sylvan. She gave them both weary glances before eating her food. "Strange….strange people."

Sylvan came back over with a little paper cup of ketchup. He sat down, and gave a wary look at the stranger—a visible shift from erect posture to one of a hunched, shier kid.

Brent flinched away, eyes wide. He did not like girls, girls were bad. Females were bad, he thought it was only the lunch lady but there was another, he stood up.

"H'llo?" Sylvan murmured.

Lilith visibly flinched when the stranger spoke. She looked up with wide eyes, taking in the whole sight of him. She took a bite of her sandwich and waved. "Hello…" She managed after she swallowed.

Sylvan looked distastefully at the ketchup, then back. "Who are you?"

Lilith smiled. "Little goat…" She said, a hand on her chest as she told him. "I am little goat." She repeated. Her hands began to pat out the rhythm from before on her thigh. "Little, little, little goat."

Edgar began to steadily return, "Goat goat?"

Oliver jolted towards, fronting when he found out that there was a woman there. He usually took a backseat, but he was the only other one there.

She shook her head. "Little goat." She held her fingers of in the tiny sign, as if she was hold something between her pointer and her thumb.

Oliver made pleading motions with his hands, the meaning clear. Please don't hurt us, please don't hurt us, PlEaSe DoN't HuRt Us.