I just want you to stay.

You can call me Ellis. I'm 35, and I'm an omnilinguist. That means I talk a lot.

[lupekaufmann]

Free time||Ellis & Lupe

[lupekaufmann]

Lupe was still trying to figure out what prompted his interaction with her, besides the obviously terrible t.v. soap. Was it because she gave the impression she didn’t want to be bothered? Was he the sort of person that had to be in everyone’s business? Her gaze traces him from top to bottom as the corners of her mouth turn down with disapproval. She didn’t like the look of this one. He seemed like trouble. “Why don’t you tell me your name first, since you’re so eager to speak to me.” 

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis cringed a bit. People with this kind of apathy were the reason he couldn't stand the asylum. He considers walking away but the fact that she was obviously agitated with his interfering in her blankly staring in the abyss that was one of the three filler channels they received in the asylum, he decided to stick around. "Eli." He says simply. "And you're Annabellum, the princess of darkness, right? I love your blog."

[lupekaufmann]

Free time||Ellis & Lupe

[lupekaufmann]

Lupe stared at him blankly as his statement sunk in. So, she apparently already had made some form of reputation for herself. She was surprised it wasn’t "Blood Sucker" like she had imagined since she had attacked one of the staff. How long would that last? “Do you always comment over every show you watch?” Her gaze returns to the screen as she speaks.

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis raises a brow. "Yes. Mostly because every show I watch, as of the last five years, have been Spanish soaps, Jeopardy, the weather, and snow. It's kind of difficult to get entertainment around here, so I make it for myself." He smiles and asks, "What's your name anyways?"

[lupekaufmann]

Free time||Open

[lupekaufmann]

Lupe pulls her gaze away from the screen to stare at the commentator, who also happened to be the man she had made eye contact with. Her brow furrows at his impression. “Is that supposed to be funny?” Her head tilts as she speaks; her tone coming off more curious than aggressive.

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis scoffs at the young woman's apathy. "Yeah, it's fuckin' hysterical." He snorts before flipping his hair dramatically and muttering, "I thought the mute girl was the token apathetic teen, I should've known it was you."

[lupekaufmann]

Free time||Open

Lupe sat scrunched on one of the many unoccupied couches in the common room. It had only been a week or so since her arrival and she was completely bored. When she had wanted to go here, she had no idea how constraining it would actually be. Pulling her gaze away from the t.v., she looks around the room and takes in every person. She goes back to the t.v. when she mistakenly made eye contact with someone.

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis had noticed the young, eccentric looking woman sitting by herself in the midst of the common room. He had been eyeing her with the intent of speaking to her, discovering perhaps what had her looking so enthusiastic. He walks over leaning over the back of the sofa, supporting himself on his elbows. "Ah yes, the Spanish Soap Operas of the 1990s. 'Julio... Julio, no. You can't leave me Julio, no, not again.'" He fakes a sob in imitation of the show. 

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

He smirks up at him before asking mischievously, “Wanna go steal some candy?” As a doctor, I recommend candy to help the wounds heal. It’s scientifically proven, probably. 

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis smiles. "It depends on where where we're talkin', staff lounge, common room, or kitchen?"

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam rolls his eyes before leaning up to kiss Ellis firmly on the lips then sitting back down and putting the butterfly bandages on his cheek, “Shut up. I can’t be mad at you anyway, it would be a waste of time.” He places the last bandage on before leaning back. “Well, you’re all fixed up.” A smirk slowly creeps onto his face, “Though I have to admit, you look hot as fuck roughed up, baby.”

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis smiles into the kiss. "Well, I'm glad you could be so gracious." He smirks, his usual flirty tone coming back. He snickers, "Thanks, babe. You don't look half bad playing doctor yourself."

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam shrugs, not pausing in his work on Ellis. “I want to be, but it’d be very wrong of me to be.” He finally looks from the wound to meet Ellis’ gaze, “Just wondering if she plans to come clean.”

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis pauses. He leans forward, kissing Sam's cheek. "You can be mad." He says simply. At his second comment he scoffs quietly, mad at himself. "She already has... I'm sure."

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam hesitates, not sure what to say. He wants to be angry and jealous and yell at Ellis, but he knows that if Simon would’ve given in he would’ve done the exact same thing. He purses his lips before rubbing Ellis’ knee once, “It’s fine.” He pushes Ellis’ chin up and starts working on the scratches again. “Isn’t she married?” He asks, trying to keep the accusing tone out of his voice.

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis clears his throat. He looks at him confused. "You're not mad at me?" He smirks, glancing down before Sam lifts his chin. He raises a brow at the question and clears his throat again. "Well. Yeah." He sighs. "Look, I'm not proud of it. I just... wish I hadn't of done it."

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam gives him a small and bumps his arm with Ellis’ knee. It takes him a moment to fully comprehend what Ellis said but when he does he creases his brow and asks, “What was your mistake?”

[ellisgregor-blog]

"It was similar. Uh... I..." He clears his throat. "I slept with Aubrey." The words are fast and simple. He looks down at his knees, avoiding Sam's gaze.

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam jiggles his leg, trying to somehow release his nerves, before finally sighing and saying, “I messed up, hardcore. After our fight, I went to Simon…we didn’t do anything, not that I didn’t try my hardest to, but I still wanted him and messed up real bad.” He hesitantly looks up at Ellis, “I’m sorry, baby.”

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis let's out a sigh of relief. He leans over kissing Sam's forehead. "It's... fine. I understand. I... made some mistakes too after our fight..." He clears his throat. "Nothing you could have done could make me mad at you." His mind briefly wonders why it was Simon he chose of all people.

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam doesn’t meet Ellis’ eyes, instead training his gaze on the medical kit as he rifles through it mindlessly. “Can I confess something?” He asks timidly, pulling out the butterfly bandages and turning them over in his hand.

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis leans forward slightly, pulling one of Sam's hands into his own, lacing there fingers together. Ellis decided in the moment that based on the severity of this confession, he'd make one of his own. He looks down at him and replies quietly, "Yeah."

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam sets the medical kit next to Ellis on the counter and begins to look through it. “Not much of a nurse, but I’m pretty sure I won’t kill you.” He pours alcohol onto a cotton ball and begins dabbing at the scratches on Ellis’ cheek. He works quietly, thinking to himself, before he finally blurts out. “Ellis?”

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis nods with a small smile before letting Sam tend to him quietly. He begins looking at the various urinals, becoming extremely fixated, it would seem on the fine marble of the one adjacent to him when his name was called, pulling him out of his unintentional space-out. He looks at him, and asks, "Yeah?" 

[yourfriendlyneightborhoodcaraway]

Throwing punches|| Ellis & Adrian||Closed

[yourfriendlyneightborhoodcaraway]

He fought with the cat dominating his mind but it allowed his other side to come forward a bit and witness the harm he was causing. He saw his nails dig deep into Ellis’s shoulders as he continued to pin him to the floor. When one of his elbow’s struck him in the chest, he grabbed that arm and bit it. Suddenly, Ellis’s words struck deeper than the hits he made and he growled. An animal, huh? Show him how much of an animal you really are. Adrian raised an open palm to strike Ellis’s face again, when the words really sunk in. He didn’t want to be an animal. That wasn’t the point of this. Was it? No. He wasn’t an animal. Adrian forcibly pushed the cat back and slowly his fingers curl under to form a fist as he brings it down on Ellis’s face as a punch. That was more human than a scratch or bite could have been; proving he could fight like a man. “Fuck you!” He hissed and struck him again; causing blood to drip from Ellis’s nose. 

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis struggled against the man on top of him, grunting as he attempted to wrestle him off of him. He kicked and clawed and punched wildly in an attempt to get him away from him, but at no avail. He began observing this man carefully. The ears peaking above the dark hair. The tail flipping behind him in a predatorial manner. The claws which had already torn through his flesh multiple times. The catlike eyes. He observed the eyes last, and caught something in them. Contemplation. It was gone too quickly for Ellis to use the opportunity before he'd attacked him again. Then it was there again. Ellis wouldn't miss his opportunity a second time. He reached out, striking him. He threw him off of him, running from his room. He ran through the halls, a nurse calling after him. He burst into the stairwell, making an escape from the man. He didn't know where or who to go to so he sat for a moment, back against the wall. He breathed heavily, readying himself to run again if need be.

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam chuckles, “Exactly. Imagine two James Bond and a lot of hot sex and bam, that’s us.”

Sam looked around the rooms before spotting the nurses station. “I’m gonna take some stuff from here right quick,” he lets go of Ellis’ hand and shifts into Aubrey, walking in and grabbing a handful of supplies and a small first-aid kit travel box and walks out. “To the bathroom it is,” he winks at him but remains in Aubrey’s form the whole walk there. He ushers Ellis in then shifts back right before he walks in.

[ellisgregor-blog]

When Sam shifts into Aubrey, all the color in Ellis's face drains. He swallows harshly clearing his throat. He's hesitant to follow Sam into the bathroom. He looks all around him, checking for wondering eyes, glancing where they might shouldn't be. He stands in the doorway, trying to get color back on his cheeks by forcing a smile before turning to face Sam, who is, much to his relief, himself. He moves over to sit on a counter, grabbing a paper towel and running it under some water.

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

He sighs, “I fucked up hardcore by taunting the local psychopath, didn’t go as planned.” He gives Ellis a wicked grin, “At least we’re gonna die in a blaze of a glory. Like some awesome explosion with suits and wine.” At the last question, he glances up, but doesn’t hear anything. “I think I lost them so we’re okay, but if we hear a door open and very fast foot steps, we might wanna run.” He pushes open the door that led to the hallway for his room. 

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis laughed again. "We'll be like something out of a James Bond film, except clumsier and gayer." He smiles, bumping into him again, thinking about how much he just generally enjoyed Sam's company. "Okay, good. I don't think I'm in good enough shape to run anywhere right now. Are we going to the lavatory or the nurses station. I think the bathroom would probably be better, considering we're both not in any hurry to deal with the assholes who work here."

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam looks back at Ellis before returning his gaze to the stairs. “About to be thrown into solitary, probably. Got caught and was running away, though they never actually saw me, so I think I’ll get off this time.” He pauses before smiling back at Ellis and motioning to his bruised face. “Looks like we both can’t stay out of trouble.”

[ellisgregor-blog]

Ellis chuckled quietly. "What in the world happened? We're just gonna get ourselves killed aren't we?" He snickered in attempt to keep the subject lighthearted. "Do we need to pick up the pace so not to run into any guards?"

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Stairwell | | Sam and Ellis

[samuelcosteau-blog]

Sam frowned and paused; he knew Ellis was hiding something, he wasn’t usually so closed off. He finally moved his hand from Ellis’ head, twining his fingers with the hand that was on his wrist. “Of course. Come on.” He began to walk down the stairwell.

[ellisgregor-blog]

As they walked, Ellis nudged Sam's shoulder. He brought the back of Sam's hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. He felt like he would inquire further if they were in silence the rest of the way there so he tried to fill it with affection. "What were you doing? Before I got over here, I mean."