forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

Dw about it, give me a mo

Kk

Lochlin ran a hand through his hair as it faded from hot pink to his usual, offensively vibrant turquoise, a stark contrast to the rest of the pristine cafeteria. Everything was sterile and white in this prison of a place, polished until it shone. Which was part of the reason he made sure to make his hair as colourful as possible, day after day, just to throw in something different. He stirred around the clumpy slush in his bowl with a bored, apathetic expression fixed to his face, sighing loudly.

“Why do I have to come out here? I’m fine just eating in my room.” Tyler complained to one of his nurses as they walked into the cafeteria. “Your doctor thought it would be better if you interacted with some people besides the nurses.” They said as Tyler got some food and sat down near a guy with bright turquoise hair.

Lochlin glanced up from his unappetizing sludge before him, his eyes clashing with those of a new guy, one he hadn’t seen before, with white hair and faded frost-blue roots. “A newbie?” he guessed, raising an eyebrow,

Tyler glanced up, a little surprised that someone was actually talking to him. “No. They’ve been keeping me in my room.” He replied quietly, looking back down at the table.

“For how long?” Lochlin twisted his lips, looked the guy up and down. Now that there was a possibility of actual civil interaction, his normally playful personality was returning.

“Bout a week or so. I guess I am kind of new then. How about you?” Tyler asked, eyeing the strangers hair.

Lochlin snorted loudly, giving a lopsided smirk. “Six years,” he answered flippantly, casually. Seeing as the new guy seemed to be impressed by his hair, he closed his eyes and concentrating, causing the colour to change to a neon shade of yellow.

“Fuck, I’m never getting out of here..” Tyler muttered to himself. He looked back up at the guy and leaned back in his chair. “Shapeshifter?” He asked, raising his eyebrows a bit.

“Mm.” Lochlin’s smirk widened into a grin at the recognition. “What’re you in here for?”

“They think I have schizophrenia.” Tyler said, smiling to himself.
They think right.
Shut up I didn’t ask you.

“They ‘think’?” Lochlin questioned, not appearing to be very concerned or surprised by the comment.

“Yes. They believe he does.” The demon made a brief appearance, smiling up at the guy before letting Tyler have full control again.

“He…? Oh. Oh.” Lochlin blinked, a look of shock crossing his expression before the grin returned at full force. “Whoah. What, are you.. possessed, or some shit? Do that again.”

“Please don’t encourage him, he’s tried to kill my wife..” Tyler said, glaring down at the table. “Multiple times.” He added.
Ah yes. I miss her..don’t you?

“Ah.” Lochlin’s grin wavered for a moment. “You’ve got a wife? What’s her name?”

“Macha..” Tyler replied quietly, staring down at the ring on his finger.

In response, Lochlin gestured to the ring. “You’re lucky they let you keep that. And you’d also be lucky if that’s not stolen from you in the next five minutes.”

"It's okay. I put up a pretty good fight." Tyler replied.

The young man snorted a second time, letting his hair fade back to its typical turquoise. "Yeah, that's what everyone thinks. Hide it in your room, tie it around your neck, etcetera. Don't leave it in plain view like that."

"I'll be fine on my own, thanks." Tyler replied, glancing around him even so.

"Alright, don't listen to the guy who's been in here for six years." Lochlin's ever-present grin was playful, almost amused. "Hey, what's your name, anyways?"

Tyler rolled his eyes a little and sighed. "Tyler. And yours?"

"Lochlin." He pronounced it 'lock-lin', without a hardened 'hh' sound like in 'Macha'. "Nice to meet you and your…. evil spirit? Demon?"

"Yeah..demon." Tyler replied, not looking up at Lochlin as he spoke. "They put you in here just because you can shape shift?"

Lochlin shook his head, evidently suppressing yet another snort. "Obviously not. Long story short, I speak in my sleep and am extremely impulsive."

"Mm..Sounds fun." Tyler nodded a little, his food still sat untouched.

"Tell that to the nurses." Lochlin stretched an arm out in front of him, tugging on the rubber band he had wrapped around his wrist. "How old are you?"

"It'll always be me, and you." He said quietly as they got into the car.

(HHHHHHH YOU THOUGHT)
(okay sorry I just was reading over some old stuff to find out how old tyler was like what the fuck)
(I think he's probably….21?? 22????)