#sev:starter

[lacey--everette]

H-h-h-he-hello?

[crazy-eli-blog]

[greeneparker]

Do.. Do we e-even do Th-thanks-Thanksgiving here? W-we are in E-En-England and th-they don't c-celebrate it, b-but.. I-I don't know. 

[jack---grant]

This place is as boring as ever, isn't it?

[greeneparker]

Parker sat out in the courtyard, taking a drag of his cigarette every so often. He didn't really know what to make of this place yet. It all felt so odd and unreal, like this was all a dream and he was going to wake up outside on the street in New York. Parker wondered why they had put him in an Asylum all the way in Essex. They had never told him what he had been mumbling out on the streets and he could barely remember what they had even asked him when they brought him in. He slid his free hand shakily through his hair. 

[greeneparker]

I ai-ain't ever b-een to a pla.. place like this be-before...

[crazy-eli-blog]

"Just... just let me go-"

[rae-wilcox]

When did we get all these people?