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"Terrible, I want to sleep." He said.

"Sleep? Sleep is boring. You know what isn't? Making a map of the ventilation system so we can jump out and scare people whenever we want," She looked at him expectantly, hoping he understood that this was not just an example, but an invitation.

"Yea, no. Not happening, I don't want to get in trouble." He said as sat up and looked at her.

"But it would be so much more fun than sitting here. Getting in trouble is exciting. Or, at least it's something. Something besides boring."

"You know that people can have fun without getting into trouble, right?"

"Fun. What is fun? I don't need fun. I need a different set of surroundings or a task to complete. I need it so I don't go insane." Then Juniper thought of the irony in that sentence. She was worried about going insane while she was in a mental hospital. Someone needs to step up their game.

"Then you can scare other people yourself, but i'm not joining."

"Fine, just trying to make sure you get a healthy dose of mental stimuli." Juniper got up and left. That had not gone the way she had predicted. Scratch that experiment, she wasn't tall enough to reach the vents by herself.

"if you can reach the vents."

She grumbled in reply. Leon was taller than her, the only aspect of his superiority. But how many times had that trumped her intellect and manipulation skills? Just this once, hopefully. She trampled down the halls, looking for a vent low enough and big enough. All the large vents were near the roof. Where could she find a ladder?

Leon looked out the door and saw Juniper struggling to find a vent low enough for her, "Do you want me to help you get into a vent?"

"Yes." Juniper knew most people thought she would never accept help, that she thought she was above that. But that's a lie, accepting help just speeds up the investigation and not accepting it slows results for absolutely no purpose.

"Okay then, you should try to get into a vent in our room so no one sees you."

Heather fully woke up a few hours after. She had heard some of the things going on around her while she was asleep. She heard a fight, but she was too weak to stand up and she didn't want to be a part of it without being at her strongest. She loved fighting. And, apparently, so did her roomates here. She wondered how they were when the fought. She thought that everyone was different when the fight. The calm and shy one often are the most violent, and the sarcastic and confident often become scared. She loved watching people fight almost as much as she loved fighting.
She sat on her bed and looked around. The girl… She seemed awfully quiet considering how direct and sarcastic she was before. Maybe she was sleeping. Heather wasn't sure. And the autistic kid… James ? He was in a corner, but Heather couldn't quite realise if he was also sleeping or not.
Now that she had rested, she felt ready to do something. But those two didn't seem up to it… She was craving a cigarette, but she knew she wasn't alowed to go out… She went through her bag to find a pack and a lighter. She hid them in her bra ; it was impossible to notice them under her sweater. When she arrived in front of security, she tried to look ill.
"Hi. Could I go out for a minute ?", she said, holding her stomach like she was about to puke.
"Why ?"
"I'm not feeling very well…"
The woman at the reception sighed. "Just… stay on that balcony and come back quickly."
"Thanks Mam' !" Heather said, suddenly not so sick.
She hurried out and immediately lit a cigarette.

(Any of Ellen's roommates on?)

(Here I am ! But Heather just went out)

(Dang. BTW, Ellen hasn't given her name yet.)

(Oh, okay ! I wasn't sure. I'll quickly change that.)

Ellen covertly watched Heather leave, still curled up on the bed. She forced herself to take a deep breath. She wondered where Heather was headed. Maybe she was one of Psycho Gal's goonies, or maybe she was a psycho too, or maybe she was- Ellen cut herself off. She rolled over and dropped off the bed, landing in a crouch. She picked up the books on the floor, shifting into a cross-legged position on the floor, angled to the door in case Psycho Gal or Heather came back. She glanced at James. Still sitting there.

Heather smoked slowly. She wished her brother would be here. Or anyone, really. She hated smoking alone. She didn't see her big brother, Charlie, often… But she loved him so much. He was the only one in her family to understand her at least a little bit. He didn't blame her illnesses on her. Heather wondered if he would be able to visit her… It made her sad to think about it.
She went back inside ; the woman didn't even look at her. She strolled in the halls, walking slowly. It was so calm… Almost peaceful. She felt like a ghost. Desperate to find someone, she called : "Is anyone here ? Please…"

Ellen's head snapped up when she heard Heather. Why would she be shouting like that? Was it a trap of some kind? Was it actually Heather? Maybe it was the Psycho. Was it- Ellen smacked her head with the books. "Stop being a paranoid idiot!" She muttered.

Heather fell to the ground and just sat there, in the middle of a hall. She actually liked it ; the ground was cold under her hands. She was feeling sad so she started to whistle the theme song from Kill Bill, one of her favorite movies. It always made her feel weirdly paranoid, but at least she was thinking about something she liked.

Ellen got up, still holding the books, and cautiously poked her head out into the hallway. Heather was sitting on the ground, whistling some tune. That was weird. "Psst." Ellen hissed. "Get off the ground. You'll probably get in trouble."

Heather stopped whistling and looked up. It was the girl from her room. "Why would I get in trouble ?", she asked. "I'm not doing anything wrong."

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Ellen shook her head. "I dunno." She huffed. "Loony bins are really strict as far as I know."

Heather shrugged her shoulders. "They let me go outside two minutes ago. Doesn't seem that stric to me."
She analysed the girl in front of her : she seemed quite anxious ; but her confidence and directness were back… Heather wondered what she was hiding or why she was here.

Ellen pointed in her direction, the hand holding the books poised to throw. Her paranoia had gotten the better of her. "Are you a psycho?! You are, aren't you!! Where's the other Psycho Gal?!"