<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; Memento Mori</strong>(Early 2008, 14)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>(For Maria), open<br/><br/>It was early in the evening, or late in the afternoon, depending on how one wanted to view things. Sully had just gotten home from school. With a sigh, he would set his bookbag on the ground, off to the side of the door, with a heavy thud. He sighed and scratched at his hair, as if itchy; really, he was just frustrated. He hated school.  He was still learning the language; he knew it fairly well, but some times, when the others were speaking quickly, he got lost or confused.  So far, this school year, it wasn't that big of a deal, but he was anxious; one of these days, he was dead certain, something terrible would happen.<br/><br/>But then again, Sully always thought something terrible was around every corner, lurking in every shadow. This being before he grew a spine and started doing things himself, he quietly wondered to himself if he just ignored his school work, if he let his grades slip enough... maybe they would kick him out, and then, he wouldn't have to bother with dealing with it at all. His anxiety, of course, had a tendency to turn ant hills into mole hills, as the saying goes.<br/><br/>He unceremoniously, but quietly, sat down on the ground as his cat--no longer a kitten, yet, not yet full grown-- came rushing over to see him. The cat climbed all over his lap, up to his chest, and started nuzzling the child under the chin, purring up a storm; both extremely excited to see his master home, and sensing that anxiety, and trying to ease it. Mori was like that most strongly and most often with Sully, though the cat also did it some times for the others; tried to help them to relax.<br/><br/>And the boy could barely muster up the strength to pet the cat, and return some of its affection. He hadn't slept well, had never had a goods night sleep since their arrival. Last night, he didn't scream, but some times, he did.  Probably, he should say something to his shrink; but whenever he went to see that person, he would just find a way to waste the appointment away, not really talking about much of anything, and generally being passively resistant. Sully did not trust them; did not trust anyone, in fact, outside of their group. It was what his shrink would likely call a negative or unhealthy coping mechanism.