<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The halls were cold and bland. The floors were bright and inviting. The doors were dark and scary. Aishling couldn't quite figure out what to make of this place as she stepped down the hallway, flanked by an orderly. He was attractive, about six feet tall to her five-five, with chestnut hair and hazel green eyes. He had a spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He had an athletic build and liked to wear the dark blue uniform instead of the usual standard white. His name was Jacob. Still, the younger woman really wasn't sure what to make of him at all. He seemed distantly nice, like he was nice because he just was and distant because he had to be. Or maybe he really just didn't care and decided being polite would cause less problems. He had no tattoos or piercings. Aishling knew this because he had told her after commenting on her pierced eyebrow. Why was he bothering to try to get to know her? She would be fine soon. Some little voice laughed softly, almost sorrowful in tone. It really was just a lie. Another of many. <br/><br/>"This is your room..." Jacob said before hearing a ruckus in the room. He opened one of the two doors and Aishling saw a beautiful crazy woman. She looked ready to hurt someone and Aishling felt her snippy attitude start surfacing. She didn't want to deal with this woman. She'd rather be somewhere else. Or someone else. She edged around Jacob and put down her bag, checking the room over. At least she had a dresser for her nail polish and a desk with which she could draw on. She liked even surfaces, though writing, drawing, or painting in her lap were good alternatives too. She ignored the screaming woman to see that her trunk of stuff and clothing was tucked neatly under the bed and untouched. She hoped they hadn't removed her paints. She felt her hands shake a little at the thought of not being able to paint. A little bit of a panic set in. <br/><br/>"Ms. Jergens, you need to calm down and shut up. You broke someone's nose, so of course no one is going to be letting you out of the jacket. This is your roommate, Aishling Macabre. Now sit tight and relax. Someone will be by in an hour or two to let you use the restroom if you can behave and not break someone else's nose."<br/><br/>Jacob gave Aishling a small smile, a few whispered words and then he left. He left her alone. She found herself slowly sitting on her bed on her side of the room. What was she to do with this woman? She really didn't know. However, she decided to keep herself busy. Carefully pulling out every bottle of nail polish she'd been allowed to keep that wasn't flammable, she started lining them up by color on top of her dresser. They were equidistant apart and had the same exact amount of nail polish. The bottles were clean and neat and closed completely at the same angle. She set them up in three neat columns on the left hand side of her dresser. Once that was done she took out her pencils and sketch pads and walked over to the writing desk. It had a few shelves and so she put her seven sketch pads on one shelf and her pencils- packed neatly and cleanly in the case and sharpened to the same point- on the shelf below them. As much as putting her things away properly were something necessary for her mental state, she couldn't help but look over at the beautiful crazy woman.<br/><br/>"You look comfortable." She said with a curious tone. Of course, it was a lie and her face depicted more sarcasm than anything. But once the sentence was out, her face went back to being smooth and curious, as if every sentence brought out emotion while nothing else could. Her carefully painted black fingernails tapped against the writing desk exactly six times before she took a few steps closer to the woman. She wasn't within range, but her blue eyes were gentle. Maybe she could find a friend. <em>That was stupid to think, Aishling</em>, a voice told her. She sighed, it was a bit stupid. But what else could she do? Sitting on the edge of the bed, she soon began to rub the back of her neck out of nervous habit.</span>