You are a cinema ;

Most usually, I opt for trees.

#sorin

With eyebrows raised, he almost protested when she said she would go back to her room. Surely he was supposed to lecture her about her breaking curfew. But any thoughts he had of that were pushed away when she said she was lost as well as out past ten thirty. Hunter shrugged. “It’s fine, what room are ya in? I’ll walk you back.”

Naomi couldn't help but admit that she was thankful the guard had decided to help her on her way, let alone not write her up for punishment. Yet, at least. She nodded, with a small smile. "Th-thanks. I'm in 14A." She pulled her sweater closer to her body, suddenly finding the empty, dark corridor rather chilly. "Thank you," Again she repeated, this time introducing herself, "I'm Naomi."

#hunter

She was clearly riddled with some form of nerves as she stood there, examining him. Maybe she was examining him for the same reason Angelia had seemed to do it: gawking at his physique. Or maybe she was examining him to figure out if he was a threat. Either way, he didn’t comment on it. He just listened to her explain what time she thought it was. Hunter’s eyebrows raised at her response. “Ten fifteen?” His eyebrows were still raised slightly but his eyes, his gaze, flitted to the watch on his wrist. “It’s almost twelve, little miss.” Truth be told, he was slightly amused at the dramatic difference in the time she thought it was and the time it actually was, and his amusement was clear from his tone, and the smirk that threatened his lips.

#this took 10 years my apologies mate #hunter

If he'd had voiced his thoughts, or even asked if she were checking him out, Naomi's cheeks would have flushed ten times deeper than the color crimson. Although she could admit the guard was attractive, it was very much so the last thing on the short, brunette's weary mind. At the revelation that it was so long after the time she'd originally thought it was, her brown eyes widened out of fear. "I'm really, so sorry. I had no idea. I'll -- I will go back." Naomi turned on her heels and walked only three paces before coming to a halt. With a gulp, she faced the guard again. "It appears I'm not only, um, late but lost, too. I'm sorry."

Even after just a few short days, Hunter had learned more about the institute, the people in it, and how to tell the different types of people apart. Of course, there were liars and fakes. People who pretended to be a different type to get away with things, but they were generally easy to weed out in order to get to the genuines. His flashlight flickered from her face down as he scanned her once she was in the open. Hunter shook his head. “What time did you think it was?”

Naomi took in his appearance, making sure he didn't resemble any of the guards that had practically barricaded the two therapy groups into the small room during the blackout. She continued to nibble at her lip and squint her eyes as the flashlight shined on her face. Letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed he wasn't one of the other guards and once the light wandered downwards, Naomi made eye contact. "Ten fifteen, at the latest. I swear." Her voice shook. She'd never broken a rule.

#hunter

Hunter took the night patrol shift. He figured most of the patients he had been told to watch out for were in the infirmary, so he had little to worry about as he walked the corridors. For anyone else, the deathly quiet and emptiness was probably creepy. But for Hunter, the long winding halls and hundreds of unoccupied rooms made him curious. He was headed for the fifth floor, when he heard something that sounded like footsteps behind him. Shining his flashlight, he raised an eyebrow. “Hidin’ won’t lessen the punishment. There are cameras.”

Ever since the blackout, Naomi had found it increasingly more difficult to fall asleep, which sounded silly considering she was already an insomniac. At least before she could fall asleep, no matter how light or short the rest was. So, an hour before curfew, Naomi would take an evening stroll. One hour ran straight into another hour as she wandered unaware of the time, or even where she was at. She glanced at the clock on the wall and came close to audibly gasping before she saw the flashlight of a guard. Quickly, she jumped and stayed close to the wall, but that seemed to render pointless as he made sure she knew he knew she was there. Naomi stepped out into the open, arms across her chest. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I really, really didn't know, um, what time it was."

#hunter

Oh.

keira-carter

Nope! You’re good.

I’m Keira, by the ways. I’m interning here. I don’t think we’ve met yet.

#KWIstarter #anywhere even za infirmary if your bb is awake

Oh! Oh, good. I'm, uh, glad.

Hi, we haven't. Nice to meet you, Keira. I'm Naomi and I hope you're, er, enjoying your, um, internship so far. I'm -- Wow, bad timing to say that... Sorry.

Oh.

Why are you sorry?

I thought maybe I'd startled you.

#hi!#keira

Oh.

Hi. Sorry.

cambria-leung

I guess it depends. Maybe from my grandparents, they’re not so busy. My dad’s always working, so that’s less likely.

That must be hard. Are you being released soon? Or can they come visit…?

I hope your dad takes time from his schedule to write. I mean, may I say that? Sorry.

Not soon, sadly. I don't know when, but soon is, well, too soon. And my parents, we can barely afford travelling to L.A. from Vegas. I doubt they'd have enough funds set aside for plane tickets.

#cambria

No, I mean, that’s…to be expected. How big was the school? I think you’re nervous, not inarticulate. You’d be a fine journalist if you got more comfortable hearing yourself talk, I think.

You barely know me. How can you think I’m smart? And the same things anyone could get distracted from. Getting better. That’s why we’re here, aren’t we? You get too caught up thinking about what’s out there, you stop thinking about why you’re in here. Sooner you get better, the sooner you get out.

Three hundred and... thirty-three acres. It was a rather large campus. I never walked around the whole thing, even. I hear myself talk plenty, I'm not deaf. Oh, shoot, that's so insensitive of me to say...

I barely know you, how could I know you're not smart? That's, yeah. That is true. Luckily for me, the letters from home are only encouraging a speedy recovery on my behalf. How long do you, uh, think you may be here for?

Yeah? Is it a pretty big campus, or just, incredible professors and what not? What did you like about it? You seem like you’d be a good journalist. Is that a weird thing to see? I mean, I just sort of figured you wouldn’t be into engineering or whatever.

No apologies, remember? I don’t really care. Least I’m not distracted missing people and shit, right? I’m twenty-one. I’m not really smart enough for college.

It was the... college experience? As cliche as it sounds. Good professors, school spirit, nice classmates. I don't know, but yeah. That's why. Well, uh, it's sorta -- Yeah it's only weird because the way I, uh, stumble over my words from time to time, I'd be better behind the scenes than in front of the camera. An off-screen journalist, if you may.

But -- Fine. Okay. Well, uh, that might be your opinion. I think you're smart. And, hey, if you don't mind me asking, what could you possibly get distracted from?

Did you want to stay local for college, or is that just how it ended up? And what were you studying? Hah, doubtful. I would be surprised if someone had a reason to.

My dad went there. I wanted to follow in his footsteps, you know? And it's a pretty awesome campus. I really, really liked it there. I was, uh, an English major. Journalism's what I'm interested in.

Oh, um, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Sorry. Did you, uh, go to college? I mean, how old are you?

I suppose so. Some parents just don’t care, though. I mean, depending on why you’re here, or, I mean, there are a lot of shitty people in the world, is all. You’re right though. I guess most parents would worry. …you’re what, twenty? Nineteen? You weren’t in college or anything, before this? Cats totally count. No, I don’t.

Nineteen, yeah. And I was. I went to UNLV, University of Las Vegas. That's where I'm from, actually. Born and raised. Oh, uh, so an only child, too. Do you, uh, think someone will write you?

cambria-leung

Not yet, no. But I haven’t exactly been here long yet.

It’s nice of your parents to write, though. Do they miss you?

Ah, well, uh, I'm sure you'll receive one soon. Um, well, I hope so anyways. Do you think your parents will write?

I, yeah. And I miss them just as much.

#cambria

The other people you’ve met don’t count? That’s nice, I think, that they worry. I mean, not that they have a reason to, but that they care. Do you have any siblings?

Not since I'm sure none of them would wish my mother a happy birthday. Well, I don't know, Jason. I'm certain I would have a reason to worry if my own daughter had to attend an institution like this. On top of it, I've, uh, never been away from home. Not on my own, anyway. Oh, nope. I'm an only child. Unless you count my cat, which my parents may. Do you have any, um, siblings?

Oh, that’s- hah, I was going to say congrats, but I don’t think that’s actually applicable. Happy birthday to your mom.

Do you get letters from home a lot?

I'll tell her you said so. She might, um, actually appreciate the fact that I met a person in here. Mhm, every other week I get one, either from mom or dad. Whoever had the better story to tell that week. I was really close with my parents. I mean, I, uh, still am. They just worry, you know? Yeah.

No, I haven’t. Who’s your letter from?

My dad. It's my, um, mom's birthday. She's forty and dad says she's freaking out. Hah.