Lisa Rowe, you crazy bitch.

[lifer_like_me]

Having been locked away in isolation begins to drive one a bit crazy after a long while, and Lisa was already unsettled enough. Not only had her best friend, or someone she considered to be so, called her soulless, but now she’d left her alone in this place. This rotten to the core hell hole run by the ever snide black nurse-maid, and she just

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[notuptomygenes]

A girl slightly younger than Lisa looks up at the comment and shrugs. "Just lost is more like it, but it's a pretty nice place all the same." She smooths out her black skirt as she stands and goes over toward Lisa. "Hi, I'm Shilo."

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa jumps back from Shilo, looking like a scared cat, "You're-- you're not real." Hallucinations. That's what this had to be. One -hell- of a hallucination.

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo stops and takes a startled half-step back, staring at the girl and trying to figure out what's going on and what this girl is talking about.. "...Uh, yeah, I am."

[lifer_like_me]

"No, you're not. You're only in my head. I can't be here. I'm in locked up in Claymore," she shakes her head, a slight smile crossing her face, "It's not possible that I could be here."

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo sympathizes, she knows all about being locked up. And she's just going to ignore the part about her being a figment of someone else's imagination for now, because that's just weird. "Yeah, I didn't think it was possible, either. What's Claymore?"

[lifer_like_me]

"The home of the unwanted and the fucked in the head," she grins wider leaning in toward Shilo, looking slightly more relaxed at the memory, "It's a nuthouse, sweetpea."

[notuptomygenes]

"Riiight..." The girl who thinks she's imaginary is from a nuthouse, that's awesome. "Well, you aren't there anymore."

[lifer_like_me]

Good luck convincing a crazy of that, Shilo. "Sure I'm not," she says, "Do you have a smoke?" She could sure use a cigarette right about now.

[notuptomygenes]

"What? No." Not a habit one develops alone in their room. "You can probably find anything you're looking in here somewhere, though."

[lifer_like_me]

"Awesome," Lisa pushes off the door, her last mood completely vanished. If she was going to be here for a while, the least she could do was dream up a pack of drugs.

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo sits on a couch, watching. And she'd thought the people she knew were strange.

[lifer_like_me]

"So... Shilo, huh?" she shuffles, around, obviously looking for the promised cigarettes, "Name's Lisa. Nice t' meet ya, kid." Although she's not much older than Shi. She's about 19, almost 20.

[notuptomygenes]

"Yeah, nice to meet you too." Lisa unsettles Shilo a bit, though she couldn't say exactly why.

[lifer_like_me]

She sighs and finally asks, "Where are the sticks?" Once she gets them, she'll feel better.

[notuptomygenes]

"The what?" She looks confused, not recognizing the slang.

[lifer_like_me]

Lisa makes a smoking gesture with two fingers, "The cigarettes?"