You're in Feelgood Psychiatric Ward, for some reason or another. The ward is located in West Virginia, U.S., Earth, a significant amount of time after first contact. Non-human races are welcome for admission, as this is an equal opportunity asylum. It's yard time, which means patients are permitted to kick it in the courtyard, a large, outside area in the middle of the building. There's a concrete patio by the entrance with several bolted down picnic tables, each with an adjustable umbrella. There's a soda machine which dispenses soda bottles for free, but patients are limited to two a day. On the opposite side from the entrance lies a basketball court. There is much soft, green grass, several trees, and a few benches along the sides. Any patient who wants to smoke will be escorted to a ventilated room within the building, and a nurse will do the lighting. This area exists to ensure the comfort of the patients, and encourage socialization. It's a very beautiful, sunny day, 22 degrees Celsius, and barely a cloud in the sky. The first in the courtyard is Jeff, who is currently having a joyful chat with a tree about his time as a ghost hunter. (Open RP, join whenever you want. Character sheets here.)
Dakota walked outside, immediately she sheilded her eyes and scurried off to a picnic table. She sat there for a few seconds then slid underneath it. She's hugged her legs, continuously peeking out every once in awhile.
Jeff found his way over to the table, doing his best to act casual. He sat down, not looking under the table, and whispered in a southern accent, "Psst. You aint no ghost, are you?"
In a dark room, where there was a TV on along with a game console, the doctor peeking through the rectangular slot, "Mr. Warden? Its Dr. Carlyle, do you want to go outside?" The doctor asked, holding what looked like a mask. It was completely silent, a book fell closed as a white hand put papers on top of it. The game console was turned off as a light switch was flipped on, revealing a white man who's pupils were red and scars on his face. He looked to the doctor, smiling, "Yes please," He said in a pleasant voice. As the doors were opened, the man put the mask over his mouth, zipping it up at the neck. He would then follow the doctor outside, the doctor turned as he opened the door to the outside of the gardens, "Enjoy yourself Mr. Dallas." As the man walked outside, he walked towards the bench he usually sat at, the doors closing. He sighed in relief that he got to go outside.
Dakota looked up at this person, her eyes wide. She scooted further away. "N-No?" She croaked, slightly uncomfortable. Why would she be hiding away if she wanted someone to talk to? She did notice another person, her eyes flickered away from Jeff, and landed to the ground.
A big, silly grin appeared on his face, and he looked under the table. "Well why don't ya git out from under that there picnic contraption? Sun ain't gonna hurt ya! My name's Jeff, but my friends call me Jeff!"
Dakota opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She hid her cut and scarred face, not even thinking about leaving her table, unless this she had to move to another one. She grumbled uneasily.
Dallas looked to the situation, and then he sighed, getting up. He walked over to the two, the girl to whom was under the table, and the odd man antagonizing her. "Excuse me sir?" Dallas asked in a gentle voice, not wanting to show any sign of hostility, but the mask had shown a wicked grin that was stitched on there, "But, I think I saw a ghost over in the gardens."
"What?! Ain't gonna be no ghosts in my garden! Thanks for the heads up, son!" He ran towards the garden.
Taking off the mask to not scare the girl, Dallas crouched down to her level, but not scaring her at the same time. He held out his right hand, in either to help her or for a hand shake, "My name is Dallas," He said softly as a nice smile grew on his face, "What is you name?"
Dakota looked up, she was obviously shy and timid. She hesitantly she took his hand for a simple hand shake. "Dakota." She gave a small smile back, but it was barely noticeable. Her eyes narrowed, observing this acquaintance, like she did with everything else.
Jeff returned to the picnic area, hands stained with dirt, looking pretty bummed. He sat at a table near the one the other two were at. "Doggone thing musta got away. You cin carry on, I ain't gonna be no bother."
Dallas sat down to her level, yet, he was not under the table, "If you do not kind me asking, why do you hide?"
Looked out at him, she shrugged. "Im not a fan of people." She answered, crossing her legs. She payed small mind to Jeff. "Why do you ask..?" She questioned, her eyes piercing him.
Dakota wondered why he chuckled, she liked questions. "That's nice." She murmured, "But I decide to be alone." She said simply.
A buzz sounded off. A heavy metal door was opened. The massive man slowly trudged out after being temporarily excorted out of the building, the escort hanging around the same steel door. Mason wore a colourless paper-mache mask, a black string tied around his head to hold it in place. Long matted hair fell on all sides a small bit past his shoulders. He made his way at a snails pace to a bench, and upon sitting down, a very loud creaking noise emanated from the wood under the incredibly large man. Who would ever think that despite his savage appearance, this man was an intellectual genius?
In a brief, sudden moment of lucidity, Jeff looked at his hands and ever-so-quietly spoke, "I remember..."
"But why? There are others you can be friends with and everything," Dallas thought for a moment, "Maybe they could even hide with you?" Dallas said humorously, but not rudely at all.
Dakota gawked at the new-comer, unnerved by his presence. She felt chills down her spine. She then heard Jeff's barely audible words. She ignored it, and looked at the ground again. "Yeah, I guess." She mumbled again, "But you can't trust some people. If they ever hurt you, it's just a warning."
