St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Sweet little Morgan skipped down the hallways. She knew St. Peter's like the back of her hand, or so she said, and so no one questioned her when she asked to travel alone

The blind patient (who really shouldn't be a patient) reached her hand out, half convinced she was at Suzy's room. The girl with the padded room had become a fast friend.

A gentle knock on the door.

[knife = intimidating. Blindness = not scared. XDD]

Morgan cocked her head to the side. She could have sworn...

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said rather quickly. "I thought this was Suzy's room." The toddler turned to leave and go in search of the padded room once more.

Morgan paused, and turned back to the boy she couldn't see. "Well, because she's really nice. At least, on a good day."

Morgan ran a hand through her blonde curls, and gently ruffled the flattened-out backside. Blue eyes gazed unseeingly past Alexander.

Hands were crossed over her chest, and brows were knit together. Morgan hated it when people asked her about things like that. She felt like she had to get defensive.

"I can't exactly see."

[... Ruffled. Hair. THEFUDGE xDD]

Morgan smiled. "Oh. You're the ones with knives, right?"

She didn't seem afraid. If anything, she seemed fascinated. Though it was hard to tell.

A slight giggle. "You don't seem as scary as the others say you are."

[mkhay. Have fun.]

"I can tell."

Morgan leaned against the doorframe, with one leg up against it and her arms crossed over her chest. "Do you have family, Xander?"

"She's here, then?"

Morgan cocked her head to the side. "What'd she do?"

Little hand covered dainty, rosebud lips. "Wow."

[d'aww XD]

Morgan glanced around, and she too heard to footsteps. When questioned, she played the innocent girl who had stumbled across the wrong dorm and wasn't very sure.

But in the back of her mind, Morgan began picturing Xander and his mysterious death-drawing twin. Even as she left, and slept that night, she tried to match words and voices with appearances.

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The master of the black-market, usually unseen during the day, was found standing at Alexander's dorm. Blonde hair was decorated with a beret, and green eyes warily scanned the area as she knocked.

[I'm assuming he doesn't know her?]

Roxie rolled her eyes. "Yes, because you secondhand get so many visitors." Her sarcasm was heavy, and it was a few mere seconds in which Roxie pushed against the crack, widened it, and walked inside Alexander's room.

Roxie turned once inside the killer's room, and placed her hands on her hips as green eyes met Alexander's dark gaze.

"'Course I do. You and me both know that knife isn't as sharp as it should be."

She chuckled. "You think that intimidates me?"

Roxie glanced around the room, and arched an eyebrow and wrinkled a nose. "C'mon, you could clean up better for Mama."

"Well, you should. Cuz it's pretty damn awful."

Roxie took a seat at the edge of his bed and crossed her legs. "Now, Alexander, do you know who I am?"

"Not exactly. You've most likely heard of the rumoured Black Market?"

A slight click of her tongue. "Tsk, tsk. That's because you aske the wrong person, hon."

Innocence painted Roxie's sharp features. "Whatever do you mean?"

"My name's Roxie," said the blonde with a smile, "And I can easily get you some better knives."

"Whatever you say, hon."

[derp?]