Marsha
Vance nearly forgot to clean the last mess left in the garden. There is a terracotta pot shattered on the paved floor with a clump of soil laid waste with their yarrow flowers. It was towards the end of his shift when he swept the broken remains into the trash before putting away the broom and dustpan. 

Finally, after his shift was over, Vance took a shower before getting dressed in his black suit that he wore for class. It was an old habit he'd picked up from attending private school in Sicily. He put on a tie but did not care to button his coat before he grabbed his backpack and books. Without the nagging pressure from his parents, Vance could have a breather to not bother trying too hard for his education. It was a cake walk. 

It was during class when he was unnerved when a kid beside him suddenly screamed at him. He was about to finish his assignment until he drew a squibbled line from the student shrieking in his direction. It was some kid he didn't care to know their name, was now on the floor sitting on his ass with the chair tipped over.

Vance was about to ask if they are alright but he was cut short from the other yelling at him. "Stay away from me you fucking freak!"

His elven ears slowly lowered at the outburst that lit a lowkey anger and embarrassment. The teacher lightly scolds the panicked kid before calming the class from their quiet giggles. 

Vance uncomfortably shifted his attention back to his assignment to hastily finish writing down his answers before handing them in. He left class early by half an hour because he did not want to spend the other half in the same room with the other students.

Now walking down the hallway with the windows blurring as he moved past them, Vance suddenly disappeared out of reality when no one was looking. With his backpack sling over his shoulder, Vance weaved past other students minding his own business while he checked the time on his cellphone.
Lisa
_We're not a prison._

_We're here to help._

Levi Evans wasn't particularly pleased with the past few months. Doctor after doctor, they tried to find things wrong with them. They poked, prodded, analyzed, and forced all manners of medical procedures to find something wrong with them. Of course, they didn't even bother to listen at all. They already told them everything they could! 

Now, they weren't even bothering to take them seriously anymore. It would've been far better to be sent to an _actual_ straight-up rehabilitation center for juvenile delinquents. Instead, they were brought to some sick playhouse, telling them that they were special and had _superpowers._ Ok. Sure. After months of constant lies and failed treatments from their so-called medical professionals, they just weren't sure with who to trust anymore. They could talk to their sister, but what could they even say? They could talk to their friends? They probably saw them as insane- wrapped up in a straitjacket like a mental asylum patient- because he actually _was_. Legally speaking.

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Evans found themselves lurking in a corner of a library, leaning head down on the table. Wearing an over-sized pink hoodie that reached all the way to their thighs, they looked more like a pink _vaguely_ humanoid blob plopped in a corner. 

They were merciful enough to let them wander around the facility. If this was even mercy. They did not understand. At least the previous facilities made _sense_. Now though, they weren't sure about this form of treatment. They had never heard of them. They had never seen anything about this organization. They never existed... Until they did.

Now, they were just hiding in a secluded corner with no actual purpose in mind.

To stay and wait. 

That was what he had to do. That was _all_ that he could do right now.

Or so he thought.

Clearly, Levi wasn't very pleased.
Marsha
Still engulfed by his darkness, he was unnoticed by many when he passed by people as he swung the library door open. With subtle steps, he quietly crosses into the threshold of the library before weaving past more students.
After what felt like an hour to find a more secluded space in the large room, it didn't take him long to claim it immediately.

A swift sound of a chair scrapes against the floor by Vance's sudden action. Then he unzips his backpack to spill out his homework onto the table with his books, papers, cases clattering onto the surface.

From another perspective, the chair would have looked like it got pulled out on its own before objects suddenly fell out of thin air. Next it is being arranged into an organized fashion by someone with mild OCD. It would be placed at the right angle a few times until it feels just right.

Then Vance finally takes a seat, grabbing a pencil to work on his physics homework before its due date.

*Scritch! Scritch! Scritch!*

He still hasn't noticed the lump of pink at the far corner of the room. When he'd first arrived, it look like a beanbag that is part of the furniture.
Lisa
This location- the library- it was admittedly quiet. Not too quiet to make them feel any worse, yet not too loud either. It was a perfect balance of echoes and white-noise from nearby air conditioning units. The audible balance would be broken, tipped over as they heard a chair screech loudly be moved. Little clicks and clacks of pencils, pens, and other school materials would clatter onto the table, gaining his attention. 

He was _almost_ able to take a nap. Just barely. Unfortunately for them, being in a new environment made it much harder to fall asleep. Even more so when someone dumped all their materials on the library, as if it wasn't a library. 

Levi would move their head to peek over towards the area where the sound emanated from. They would blink a couple of times, groggy and fatigued as they took a moment to look around. They noticed a figure moving a couple tables across the library. They were... _what?_ Evans would blink yet again, their tired eyes and smudged, foggy glasses unable to quickly identify what the thing was.

Having no idea what the _hell_ that _thing_ was, they would stiffen up when their vision began to clear up just a bit. Carefully, they would lower their head back into its original position, eyes closed shut as they tried to curl up in a ball and hide. Maybe they would go away. Whatever they were. Whatever it was. They just wanted to disappear.

And so, without even realizing it, they would be able to slowly shimmer out of reality, leaving a visibly empty chair and table. 

They didn't move, fearful of what could happen. There had never been anything this large before. They weren't prepared for abnormalities as large as this-