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[timisnotme]

*Someone got out of his restraints. And someone decided to use their injuries to create art. The interior of Tim's room is now splattered with blood and gore, the bed torn into pieces, the shackles hanging from the ceiling. On the wall directly across from the door is painted:

/p|0 \@!; b; |l@s;
[totheark]In blood that's slowly dripping down the

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[itsahotone]

[Santana's not supposed to go to the high security section, really, but it seemed like no one else was actually doing what they were supposed to, and she really didn't want to go back to the stupid supplies closet. So here she is with food!

She's fully expecting to pop in, drop the tray off, and leave without saying a word.]

[timisnotme]

*And this high security patient is loose! Of course he's drugged completely out of his mind so it's not as if he poses any threat to anyone. He's laying sideways across the bed, head hanging off one side while he twirls one of the straps around and around, watching it spin as if that's the most fascinating thing in the world. Because right now, it is.*

[itsahotone]

[Well that didn't seem right. Santana freezes by the door.]

Um. Aren't you supposed to be restrained? [If she has to, she'll throw the tray and run, dammit.]

[timisnotme]

I waaaaaaassss~~

*Santana is going to have so much fun mimicking this sing-song voice thing he's doing right now once this event is over. :|*

Did you bring me food? What is it?

[itsahotone]

How did you get out?! [That's just creepy. Maybe he's like the Hulk or something. In which case, still posed to run for it.]

[timisnotme]

*Little does she know he normally would be able to rip that bed in half.*

Neighbor lemme out.

*He points at the ventilation grate above his bed which has been replaced with a sheet of plexiglass by the staff. Elle has come and gone. Lucky for Tim he was still passed out when the staff came by to repair his ceiling, and they assumed he was still tied up.*

Food? You're not wearing your cheerleading thing. *He's still looking at her upside down from the side of the bed.* Look better in the skiiiiirrrrt. *lopsided drugged up grin*

[itsahotone]

[Okay, so she may just be an intern, but it's pretty clear that he's super drugged up. Not that that relaxes her completely, but it's enough to make her think she's not about to be killed right away.]

Yeah, here's your not at all horrible food... [She slowly walks a little closer so she can set the tray on the bed...table...thing.]

...And I'm not a cheerleader.

[timisnotme]

*He winces and sits up slowly, rubbing his heavily bandaged ribs. Then he looks at the tray, at her, and then back at the tray in disbelief.*

Scrape that off the floor yourself?

[itsahotone]

Of course not. We have other people to do that. [Yeah, so, the sarcasm and smirk comes naturally. But then she remembers that she's talking to A DANGEROUS CRAZY PERSON, and goes stony faced again.]

It's all you get though, so.

[timisnotme]

Well that's not nice after all we've been throuuuuuughhhhhhhhh.~~

*He should really stop with the sing-song voice. But he can't. Sooooo drugged. Being drugged is just going to up the amount of grinning and snarking.*

What do they feed you? Something better than this right? You can share with mmmmeeeeeeeeee. *How can you resist that endearing smile???*

[itsahotone]

[She could point out that they've never met before like, a minute ago. But she doesn't really care that much.]

I don't eat here. [DUH. Are you craz--oh wait.] I'm never hungry enough to give into this crap. You, however, don't get a menu.

[timisnotme]

Soooooo There's something you should have eaten but didn't?

Something you can bring to me?

*LOGIC*

[itsahotone]

I already brought you what you're supposed to eat! [It totally makes sense to be arguing with the unrestrained crazy guy, right?]

[timisnotme]

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't think that's food.

Think it's moving.

[itsahotone]

[SCOWL. That's exactly what Kurt said. If they're right and the food is actually moving, Santana is so quitting.]

It's not. You're just too doped up, so everything seems that way to you.

[timisnotme]

It's still not food. It's ... sludge.

With carrots in it.

I'm not that drugged out. *Ooooh yess he is.*