St. Peter's Asylum discussion

She scowled at him. "Something is always bugging me Raven." Though this time, the thing bugging her was...Raven. She was still thinking about that day, when it all turned bad. She chided herself for thinking about it. Did it really matter.

"Yeah, but today something's really bugging you. I mean, you're fidgeting." He gestured pointedly to her hands. "You never fidget. So go ahead; talk with me."

Despite her efforts, her stupid fingers insisted on tugging at her hem, as they she never attempted to cease the fidgeting. "Raven, would you have killed me, if it had gotten far enough?" Damn, she hadn't mean to say it aloud! She met his eyes, her crystal blue ones questioning.

No surprise crossed Raven's face at the question, and the answer came immediately: "Yes." There was no question about it, of course he would have. He didn't lie when he told people he was impulsive and he probably had anger issues, at least when it came to particular topics. Like his parents. Or Anna. Or murder discussed in depth.

A smile tinted her lips and she nodded. "There doesn't seem to be a filter from my brain to my mouth." She commented on her apparent lack of judgement when it came to speaking.

"There really doesn't," Raven agreed, a tight smile tugging at his own lips. "But that's not what you wanted to ask, was it?" It seemed a rather mundane thing to get stressed over, especially when the answer to said question was so obvious.

Lena shrugged. "There are many questions I could ask, but I doubt you have the answers to them." She was always full of questions.

"I'm talking about the one that's causing you grief," Raven said. "Not the philosophical ones."

Lena chuckled. "Again, there are multiple questions I could ask about that too. Why do my parents detest me? Why didn't I kill my mother? Why am I here?" So many, but not enough time left in her life to ask them.

"Why do your parents hate you? Because they probably weren't ready for a child. Why didn't you kill your mother? Because unlike some, you have a conscience. Why are you here? Because society believes you need help, and what society says is law." Raven raised his eyebrows at her. Questions pwned. "Anything else?"

((I laughed at that. That was damn amusing.))

Lena observed him in complete seriousness. "I almost killed my mother. The reports were true. I had a pistol and I was going to shoot her. But when the police came, the pistol was gone. Because she took it from me and hide it in her pocket. I don't know why they didn't check her." Lena frowned. "My finger was on the trigger. But then she called my father over and he punched me in the jaw. It fell out of my hand and shot the wall."

"Then it was your father's fault," Raven said with a shrug. "You knew the answer to that question before you even asked; you just told me. So why did you bother?"

((I try.))

"Because I like hearing someone elses version of it." Lena smirked, folding her legs. "I have another question." This was actually kinda fun. Perhaps he did have all the answers. Or just extreme logic. Like her.

"Yes?" Raven waited, his own legs crossing and his hands folding to sit in his lap. He wouldn't mind being quizzed. It would give him something to do.

"Why do you go by Raven? Why not your real name?" She knew his name, but neglected to mention it, just so others didn't discover it if they listened in.

"First it was just so the police didn't recognize me," Raven said. "Changed how I looked too. That's how I got the long hair; once upon a time I kept it short. Anyway, I just went around and called myself Raven because people--and by people I mean the guys at the school--always said I reminded them of the bird. It just stuck, I guess."

"Short hair? There isn't a need to look different now, so why do you keep your hair long?" She inquired, eyeing his ponytail. She never put her hair up, unless it was in braids, and frankly she didn't care about those anymore.

Again Raven shrugged. "Guess you could could just say it fits me," he said. "I like how it looks. Besides, that's how people around here recognize me now and I wouldn't want them to get confused. They need to know who they're dealing with when they see me." At this he chuckled, because most people obviously knew exactly who they were dealing with when they saw him. It was why he was avoided.

"Yes, we wouldn't want anyone to be less terrified of you." She said sarcastically, smiling slightly. "That would be too odd."

"Odd and also much less becoming," Raven agreed, chuckling.

Lena rolled her eyes. "You enjoy being noticed and I enjoy being ignored. Not like I have a choice. They would ignore me whether I like it or not." She mentioned.

"Not necessarily," Raven said. "After all, I noticed you, down in the basement. That counts."

"Probably because I was busy muttering insane poems. And anyway, you notice everyone Raven. You are rather observant." Still, it was true. He did at least notice her. One out of many.

Once more, Raven's shoulders slipped up and down. "Thank you," he said. "I have to be, you know. Trying to get away with what everything I do and all."

Lena snorted. "An admirable trait. It helps to be observant when one is busy secretly going about like you do." She didn't mention that she did the same.

"I know, little miss hypocrite."

"I am offended Raven." She mocked. "I am not little." She didn't mean to be a hypocrite. Maybe it was a trait she inherited from her damn hypocritical parents. She vowed to stop.

"Smaller than me," Raven said with a smirk. "That qualifies as little."

"I am only a few inches shorter. I'm 5'8"." She protested. She was strong and slender too, but perhaps as fit as Raven, but still more thin, much more thin than Raven was.

"Six foot," he smirked. "I have a whole four inches on you, Lena. That makes you little--or, more fittingly, tiny."

"Tiny?" She asked in an incredelous tone. "I am certainly not tiny! And I'm a lot taller than alot of girls my age!" Not that she would know...anymore. But she was the tallest in her classes when she attended school.

"Hmmm." Raven was still smirking and now he gave a disbelieving shake of his head. "Sure, Lena. If you say so."

She glared at him. "I do say so. And it's true. I am not tiny."

"Whatever." A roll of his eyes and then Raven stood. "I think I'm going to go now," he said. "You seem a lot calmer." He began walking to the door, turning his head to toss words over his shoulder: "Bye, Lena."

((Fade?))

Lena smiled a tad. She was a lot calmer. "Farewell Raven." She intoned, picking up the first book her hands lay upon and opening it to the first page.

((Fade.))

A place of solace, the quiet trapeze artist found herself gracefully sprawled across one of the plush, leather chairs. Legs dangled over the Arm, and her head rested against the other. Hands flopped down at her sides, though one was toying with a loose bit of ribbon.

Yvette's pale eyes were closed, yet she wasn't asleep. She was merely... Peaceful.

It was rare that one found a nurse--or any one person who made their life in the asylum--asleep in a place that was not hidden or protected by a door that locked. There was a reason for this, and the reason had quite a bit to do with malicious people like Raven, who were in effect crazy juveniles who made a point of holding grudges and had too much time on their hands. The boy himself was sitting just across the coffee table, eyes on the young nurse and a smirk playing on his lips. New? Maybe. But that was good for him; it meant she didn't know who to avoid and who to run to just yet.

A long sigh escaped Yvette's lips. There was no hinting of danger; how could one person harm someone in such a public setting?

Oh, how Yvette was naïve.

Raven crossed his legs and causally called out, "Yvette, darling, do you really thing it wise to fall asleep in a room full of mental asylum patients, all of which probably hold grudges against you? Because I really don't."

Head full of soft blonde locks turned, and her eyelids fluttered open. Yvette sighed. "Raven. I wasn't asleep."

Raven smiled when she named him--it was unusual for anybody to know who he was right off the bat, much less speak his name--and it amused him. "You might as well have been," he said with a small shrug and a sweet smile that was anything but heartfelt. "I was just thinking to warn you."

Yvette rolled her eyes. "Thanks ever so much."

She kicked her legs off of the chair and situated herself rightside up. Hands rearranged the ribbon in her hair, and her green eyes looked anywhere but Raven.

She knew who he was. She knew what he was in here for. And yes, she was frightened. But she wasn't going to show it.

"Why doesn't anybody here ever look me in the eye?" Raven said to the side of Yvette's head, out of genuine curiosity. Every time he met up with someone, they always looked anywhere but him. Always. Not even Rosemarie, who he considered to be one of the toughest people here, could hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds. He supposed it was because he was intimidating, but he wasn't entirely sure--so maybe a nurse could tell him exactly why.

"You're kind of known as a murderer and a criminal, you know. Not exactly the most welcoming of ideals."

She took a deep breath, and as she finished tying the ribbon she lifted her gaze to warily meet Raven's.

"Known?" Raven chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm not known around here, Yvette. Really, people have only just started to recognize me right off the bat--and, if anything, it's because of what I've done while here, not beforehand." His own gaze snapped up and forward--from his hands to her eyes--with startling intensity. A test: how strong was she really? Would she flinch?

Yvette wasn't strong; quite the opposite. She flinched, and removed her gaze immediately.

She shrugged; no point in angering him. "Either way, you're dangerous. People are afraid of danger."

((You should totally anger him. XD))

"Does 'people' happen to include you?" Raven asked, feigning a look of innocence. He couldn't keep it up for long; innocence was not his forte--and after a moment a smirk replaced the mask. "Because you look rather afraid of me too, Yvette."

((:D planning on it, dear.))

Yvette rolled her eyes, a total lie, but she hid it well. "Me? Afraid of you? Pah."

"Yeah?" Raven's arms crossed and the smirk widened. "'Cause it seems to me that you're lying. Your entire being reads 'fear', girl."