Ofelia Liked surprises, so she closed her eyes and chose one at random "This one" She said and opened her eyes.She pulled her legs close to her as if she were listing to a horror story around a campfire. "well..which one did I pick?" She leaned close to him...looked at the sheet.." I cant..read music.."

Wyatt studied it, tilting his head. "An old, soft jazz song. A nice one." He shifted a bit, adjusting the saxophone, and slowly brought it to his lips. He began to play. It was an intoxicating sound...and he played quite well, like he'd been playing for years...

Ofelia listened to the music being played..she liked..no loved jazz....she sat closer to the boy.....nodding her head to the rhythm..."your really good" She whispered....she really seemed to like Wyatt...which was weird..she never really liked anyone...

Wyatt nodded as he played, gliding through the slow song with expertise. He sure wished he could get some more sheet music.

Ofelia dozed off Listing to Wyatt play his music.

Once Wyatt finished, he placed Moriarty and his sheet music back in the case, setting it down on the floor. He felt tired, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to sleep yet or not...

Ofelia feel ina deep sleep On wyatts bed, which Is new for her since she hates everyone..she hated sleep though..she never had dreams and if she did on the rare chance ..it was usually a very bad, upsetting dream..never lasted long because she would wake up screaming or bleeding...she felt safe with Wyatt near by..though it might be "Inappropriate" That she is in his bed...but she could care less, unless they tried to move her.

Wyatt didn't seem to mind. He sniffed greatly, his indoor allergies getting to him a bit, and laid down next to her, facing the wall. He began to doze off, weary...

she felt him next to her...he smelled nice...she dozed in and out of her sleep...she didn't toss or turn just woke up from time to time....wondering what the day will bring...

Wyatt barely stirred during the night. He seemed awfully sane, despite his multiple personalities, for someone who had been committed here for the rest of his life...

[[ Not sure what to do next...^^ ]]

((Maybe time-skip the sleeping and have them wake up? Then perhaps have one or both of their 'therapists' sitting outside of their cell, talking to them?))

[[ sounds good ^^ are you leaning on a certain way to how the rp goes?]]

Ofelia felt the lights on the back of her eyelids, she cracked open her eyes..and jumped, she was cuddle around Wyatt.."Oh..." She whisperers and gets up to find her Shrink waiting for her, writing something down..."oh dear.." she looked back at Wyatt...this cant look good...she gets up and fixes her hair and then stands at the gate/door thing waiting for her shrink to greet her...maybe she should burn her...

((Not really, so far. I'm thinking maybe one of three plots...they break out/destroy the building somehow, they end up causing a bunch of issues in the building and just end up being major troublemakers, or the place is ransacked and the two of them are taken prisoner and then put to work in...some place, or something.))

Wyatt also woke to see two therapists outside the cell. One was unfamiliar, and one was his therapist, who was male. He scowled bitterly, putting his head back down and intending to fall back asleep.

[[ I am fine with either one ^^ ]]

Ofelia left with her Shrink, he was young and quite handsome. She looked back to see that Wyatt was still asleep.

Wyatt was never taken out of his cell. He tended to get violent when someone he didn't trust or care for tried to take him out of his cell. His therapist simply sat outside his cell to talk to him. Wyatt would rarely humor him with what he wanted. Instead, he would ask about the weather, and about random, idle things.

"So....I see you are liking your placement?" The shrink asked once we were in her office.."I guessso" Ofelia shrugged.."Well, you looked quit..comfortable in wyatts bed...tell me do you have a history of sleeping with younger men? I am just asking because its not here in your file..." Ofelia was going to burn this bitch..." I am not a slut!" She screamed

Wyatt's therapist didn't seem to be in good spirits today. Wyatt's topic of choice for the day was French Opera. He chatted the frustrated man up about famous stars and plays, and swooned over the Grand Ole Oprey.

"Whoa whoa, Ofelia calm down" The man said. " I was just asking" "Well, I was just giving you a answer.
After a long hour Ofelia went back to her cell.

Wyatt's therapist was still attempting to talk with him. "Well, Wyatt, can you tell me how you've been feeling lately?" he asked, seeming exasperated. Wyatt tilted his head. "Why, I've already told you. I feel like a human male who is locked up in a cage and has a powerful urge for opera at the moment..."

Ofelia smiled when she saw Wyatt talking with his shrink...she was let back inside and she sat on her bed drawing and humming the jazz tune he played for her the night before...

Wyatt's therapist twitched. "I...all right. Fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow." The disgruntled man stood up and made a quick exit. As he did so, Wyatt stuck his tongue out at his retreating form.

Ofelia giggled "You dont like him do you?" She asked, knowing the answer already.
She hated her shrink....

"Not when he pries, no," Wyatt replied, frowning at the door he exited through. "That irritates me."

"Mine called me a slut" Ofelia said " I am going to burn Him, I hate him" She said pulling out her lighter that she hides in her pants. Ofelia seemed to not feel, or just not care for other people, she liked Wyatt though..they were the same...in a way.
"So....Um..." She bit her lip " Do you think I am a slut?" She had to know, cause if he did think that she would burn him too.