Paranormal Room [[ RolePlay ]]

I felt sad. I was so alone, I felt really sad.

The girl didn't bother even looking at him. (Mush, the girl was you ;o;) He entered the room, quietly, not even looking at the girl once he found her. Was this because of how he looked? How cruel, just like almost everywhere else he went, he expected different here. He wanted to speak up, but she was probably in pain as well, extremely conflicted. He turned around to face them, you could see his entire face, he decided to tell the girl anyway, his stubbornness taking over the generosity.
"That was-" He coughed, coughed once more, then stood back up. "Very rude."

He looked at her, rather angry, but it was hard to feel pity. "We all a-" A small wheeze, "We all are." His eyebrows stayed calm, but his frown was strong, the fact that it was burnt on one side made it even worse, it made him look so sorrowful. "...I don't blame you." He looked down. "Why- Why're you here, anyway?" He looked up at her, she was rather pretty, with straight hair and green eyes. "None of us came here by volunteer, after all.." With every word he sounded more weak, he obviously felt regret for saying anything to the girl, this happened often with him.

I smiled. I felt the warmth of not being alone again.

"That's not what I'm talking about, stupid." He coughed, coughed and coughed again, this time it took quite a while for it to end. "Sorry." Then he looked up, he was honestly being a bit awkward.
"I'm asking why you were asked to get the suhr-surgery, anyway." He looked down. "I'll tell you why I'm here if you go first." He opened up his hand, the one that only had three fingers, then he closed it, and opened it, and closed it. It was something he was told to do in physical therapy, it became a habit after that.

"Okay." I said. I fell sleepy and I fell asleep. I felt tingly like if someone was touching me. I woke up. I was in a smaller room, alone, there were doctors, and a weird machine I hadn't seen before.

He kept opening and closing his hand. "...Was that supposed to be sarcasm?" He wouldn't look up at her. "Of course I was. Fire. Part of the reason I'm here." He finally looked up, mostly so she could see how obvious the scars and the burns were. He stood silently, completely straight, and finally stopped opening and closing the hand. He looked rather angry, he hated comments like this, but he was trying his best to cover it. "Getting burned sucks, you know?" It was hollow, not exciting or with even a tinge of humour in it.

They put a weird machine on me. I felt pain. I screamed. The scream could be heard all around the hospital.

I was unconsicious. I didn't know what was happening.

Her... sister? An older girl with black hair, and a seagull perched on her shoulder. And wait.. powers? What powers?"I'm Carabellin, Cara for short." As she finished, her stepmom went in the room. "Cara, you're leaving al-" She stopped and glared at something behind Cara. Virus. Silently, she left. When we arrived at the clinic I was about to go to my room when I heard a scream.

((I'm changing to first person.))
Ailes was being a good bird like usual. The clinic was beautiful, bright and shiny. And my step sister,I told her about my powers already. But where was that scream coming from? I turned around, my crystal blue eyes staring down the hall.

What could it be? Unconsiously, she rubbed her locket. "Sorry to bother but is Allianna done with her surg-" The voice of... someone. "Did you hear that, Virus?"

"Hear what little sis? I don't hear anything out of the ordinary. Ailes says she hasn't either."
I look at Cara, she seemed a little dazed.
"Are you ok? I think we should get going now l."

I felt better all of a sudden. I woke up, confused.