Kit Walker

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

Ben looks at Kit, fakes a small smile, and nods. He looked at Kit’s hand and blinked. No one dared to touch him since the accident. He suddenly remembered screaming and anger, but he couldn’t quite place it. “C-can I trust you”, Ben questions, knowing that this is a stupid idea.

[kitdidntdoit]

“I’d say so” he agreed, squeezing Ben’s arm reassuringly once, before letting go completely. “I try not to judge anyone unjustly and I don’t tell secrets” he promised.

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

Ben shudders slightly. “How can I forget”, he whispers brittlely. He looks over at Kit, “I never believed in the devil until I met her.” His hands started to shake slightly and he rested against the couch, trying to stay calm. His fear for that woman only multiply each second she was in the room.

[kitdidntdoit]

“Hey” Kit impulsively reached out a hand and rested it on Ben’s arm in an attempt to calm him down when he saw how much the guy was shaking. “She’s not the devil. She’s just a person” he tried to comfort Ben. Obviously Sister Jude was a particularly special brand of completely heinous person, but that went without saying. He would just stick to the more simple facts. “Like I said, just obey the rules, don’t make waves and you’ll settle right in.”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

Ben looks at him sympathetically, looking Kit in the eyes. “Complicated sucks. I hope everything turns out okay”, he looks away as Sister Jude walks in.

[kitdidntdoit]

“Yeah, it does. I have faith everything will come good in the end, though” he shrugged. He noticed Ben’s sudden distraction. “I take it you already know who that is?”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

“Thanks, Kit.”

He looked at his feet, head resting on his hands. There was something about this guy that made Ben nervous. It’s probably just nerves, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. To make things worse, he couldn’t remember why he was there. He was sure tags he’d been put there for a reason, but that reason had somehow vanished from memory. “How long have you been here?”, Ben asked, his voice wavering slightly.

[kitdidntdoit]

Kit was usually pretty good with people, but he could tell that this Ben guy was still nervous and he wasn’t quite sure yet how to put him at ease. All he could really do was to continue smiling as reassuringly as he could and answer any questions he had.

“Not sure, exactly. About a year, I think... My trial’s dragging on, I guess. It’s complicated.”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

He looks up at Kit apologetically, “I’m sorry. This place has me on edge”. Ben looks at the empty seat beside him. “You know, you don’t have to stand. I swear I won’t snap on you.” Immediately, he regrets his words.

[kitdidntdoit]

“It’s okay, I get it” he assured him. “You’ll get used to it, which you probably don’t want to hear, but it’s all I got for you right now.” He sighed and took the spare seat without hesitation. He’d been here long enough already to not actually be afraid of people, even if they were crazy. “Just keep your head down until you get the lay of the land and you’ll be alright.”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

“I don’t know”, he confessed. “Why does it matter? I’m not crazy”, he stated matter-of-factly, slightly agitated. Why? He didn’t know. He knew he should try not to make enemies, but he’s never has the best grip on his anger.

[kitdidntdoit]

Kit held his hands up in a sort of surrender at the other man’s defensiveness. He was too kind to point it out, but the guy was giving out the exact opposite message to the one he was trying to. “Cool it. I didn’t say you are” he pointed out. “I was just makin’ small talk. Thought you could use a friend.”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

Ben looked up and instantly recognized the brown eyes. “Ben Damon,” it was almost a whisper. He felt awkward to say the least. How can I possibly be this stupid, he thought. His brain froze and he was unable to speak. He felt as if he were choking on the words he’ll never say.

[kitdidntdoit]

Kit took stock of the timid, nervous young man before him. Yeah, there was no was this guy had tried to stare him down, before. Unless he had one of those split personalities, there was just no way. “Nice to meet you, Ben. What’re you in for?” It was a personal question for sure, but it’d get around eventually. He might as well be upfront about his curiosity.

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

[ben-damon-oc-blog]

Hell. He was sure he was in hell. After surviving the first day, he was thrown into the common room, thrown into the insanity. It took all he had not to scream in frustration at the illness surrounding him. He wasn’t supposed to be there; he wasn’t supposed to be insane. He shook the thought away only to realize he had zoned out on a gorgeous pair of brown eyes. Oh shit, he thought. He adverted his gaze quickly and tried focus in something else.

[kitdidntdoit]

@ben-damon-oc

It was hard to miss someone staring at him like that, in this place. At first he took it as some sort of aggression, but then the stranger looked away suddenly. Perhaps he’d been staring for another reason. There was only one way to find out, as far as he was aware, so he casually meandered his way over there. “You’re new” he noted. It wasn’t a question. “I’m Kit. Kit Walker.”

[kitdidntdoit]

Ennui Echoes || Para

It was just another day in Briarcliff. The place was full of souls tormented in one way or another and horrible things were occurring all around, but this was unfortunately par for the course in the asylum. Kit was sitting in the common area, having just faked taking the sedatives and whatever else that they always tried to give him. He honestly didn’t know why they bothered, if they were fooled by the old palm and pocket, but still, he knew he should be grateful for small mercies. Honestly, it might me easier to deal with this place if he really were high as a kite 24/7, but he would never find a way out when he was wasted.

He was just getting up to go dump the pills in the ashtray on the table in the corner, when he spotted a new face.