Knives wrinkled her nose as she looked at the food being set onto her tray. She supposed it looked tasty enough, but an asylum was like a hospital, wasn't it? That meant the food would stink. Not that she had an appetite; the whole revelations of the morning kind of sapped it away. But she had to keep positive, stay positive. Otherwise she would sit down and cry and wasn't sure she'd be able to stop.
Slowly walking out into the cafeteria, Knives looked around. So many people... It was like being a new kid on the first day of school all over again. She slowly moved to the closest empty table, setting her tray down. She sniffed, nose still a bit runny from when she cried earlier as she looked around.
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Knives wrinkled her nose as she looked at the food being set onto her tray. She supposed it looked tasty enough, but an asylum was like a hospital, wasn't it? That meant the food would stink. Not that she had an appetite; the whole revelations of the morning kind of sapped it away. But she had to keep positive, stay positive. Otherwise she would sit down and cry and wasn't sure she'd be able to stop.
Slowly walking out into the cafeteria, Knives looked around. So many people... It was like being a new kid on the first day of school all over again. She slowly moved to the closest empty table, setting her tray down. She sniffed, nose still a bit runny from when she cried earlier as she looked around.
Maybe - just maybe - she'd see a familiar face.
[This is for Scott Pilgrim!]