Troublemaker

Racey slung her door all the way open and put her hand on her hip, “I don’t see an axe… you came a little unprepared axe man.” She smirked at him as she turned around and walked back into her room to sit on her bed and creepily stare at him. 

"How rude of you to just assume things. What if I'm hiding my axe? Element of surprise and shit. I mean, you can't just show up with an axe out in the open, people panic", Kane scoffed, shaking his head. "Clearly you know nothing about being an axe murderer", he couldn't help but retort sarcastically. He turned to go, rolling his eyes as she sat on the bed. 

New guy. Interesting. Or, he’s been here for a while and I haven’t noticed, since I’ve been to busy locking myself up to notice anything, Cordelia thought sarcastically, turning her head in his direction as he sat down next to her. Awfully social too, we’re off to a great start, an amused smile made its way across delicate features, leaning her back against the trunk again as she faced forwards, figuring that they wouldn’t be talking any time soon, if at all. She had gone out to the gardens for a breath of fresh air, but there was something inside of her that craved human interaction, especially since she’d deprived herself of it for so long.  The smell of tobacco hit her nostrils, making her scrunch up her nose slightly in distaste. Vile, useless, cancer-sticks. "Neither," came Cordelia’s reply, though she didn’t quite face him as she spoke. "You don’t seem like either one, though I wouldn’t peg you for the friendliest patient either," The words escaped her mouth without a second thought, not bothering to filter her thoughts whatsoever. Cordelia would make an effort, normally, but she frankly didn’t have it in her to pretend. She didn’t necessarily dislike the guy, but first impressions mattered to her, and he hadn’t made a very good one. That, coupled with her terrible mood left her slightly on edge, wary of what he was actually like. 

  "Not anymore, apparently," Jacob said, his head still pounding. Looking over, he frowned at the man, who was pouring a cup of coffee. There was an amused look on his face. Clearly he was enjoying Jacob’s hangover. "Mind sharing?" the blonde said, pointing to the coffee pot, tired of searching.

"Anymore? Pity, it's a handy skill to have", Kane smirked faintly, then shrugged, and nodded, gesturing that the other man could sit down. "Sure....lets just hope you can handle caffeine better than alcohol", he chuckled, pushing the cup of coffee he'd just poured across the table towards the man. "So....rough night, eh? What, you just go overboard having some fun, or are you part of the 'angsty personal shit that I can't handle rationally' crowd?", he raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly on one elbow.

New beginnings || Cordelia + ?

Despite the small setback with the sprinklers, Kane was actually in a slightly less grumpy mood that day-he'd managed to bum a pack of cigarettes off a guard, and was just heading out for a smoke. Actually, perhaps 'bum' wasn't the right word. The fact was Kane had actually stolen them out of the man's pocket while the guard had been asleep. But then again, served him right, for being stupid enough to sleep on the job. He'd also drawn something rather inappropriate on the man's face in sharpie, but no one had to know about that.

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Kane raised an eyebrow, faintly surprised that he'd actually gotten a door of someone he didn't hate. He'd been expecting he'd have to go through a few. "Oh, nothing, I just like walking around and knocking on random doors....what can I say, it's a nervous tic", he deadpanned sarcastically, following her through the door. He shrugged. Now that he'd actually run into someone he knew, he felt almost weird for seeking people out in the first place. "I'm so fucking bored. I think I've watched half of the entire Netflix streaming library this week", he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he took a seat. "I swear I'd rather shoot myself in the head than watch one more crappy TV show", he took his pack of cigarettes out of his pockets. "Want a smoke?", he offered.

"Says the man who assumes I’m in here for an ‘attention whore disorder’,” Kaiden scoffed, eyes narrowing as the corner of his mouth curled in distaste. “I’m talking about your attitude, man, n o t  the fact that you don’t love me on sight,” he replied sternly.

"Hey, blame yourself, from what I saw, seemed like an obvious conclusion", Kane chuckled rudely, crossing his arms. "Oh gee, you don't like my attitude? Whoa, sorry man, I'll stop", he pretended to apologize sarcastically. "Because obviously, all I give a shit about in life is pleasing others. Let me just go ahead and cater to your expectations, shall I?", he rolled his eyes. 

Esmeralda really didn’t want to socialize with the insipid human being so close to her. She could feel an anxiety attack close to her skin just waiting to happen. Her medications weren’t working very well, and she felt constantly on the edge. She just wanted to return back to Will and pretend the reset of the world wasn’t there. She wanted to dissolve into Will’s arms and drift off into this private world they had built around each other from stories from each other’s lives or stories of long passed away heros. 

Siren. So that was her name. Pretty, unique. It suited her. Kane narrowed his eyes at the surprised look on the girl's face, and, wrongly, assumed that the girl didn't particularly like Siren, because his impression of Esmeralda had been that the was the judgmental type who looked down on people. He crossed  his arms. "Oh, that's her name, huh? What, you don't like her? Think you're better? All surprised that someone else might actually want to associate with her?", he scoffed. He didn't know this Siren very well, but in part because this was Princess Pretentious, whom he couldn't stand, he felt more inclined to leap to the blonde's defense. "Well here's a news flash for you, Princess, she didn't piss me off and she's not a pretentious know it all who gets off on kicking guys in the shins, and probably one of the only decent people in this hospital, and I'm looking for her because I'd like to see her again. So you know where her room is? Point me in the right direction and I'll be out of your hair"

Racey opened the door with matted hair and a tired expression on her face, “Are you the dinner bell? If so you’re not as dainty as I expected.” She said with a yawn and rubbing her hand through her hair trying to tame it. 

Kane raised an eyebrow, eyeing the girl for a moment. His expression was clearly not amused. Obviously he had the wrong room. "No, I'm an axe murderer, I just thought I'd be polite and knock first", he retorted sarcastically, turning to go, thinking he might try just one more room before giving up.

Headaches and Hangovers

"Morning, sweetheart", Kane drawled, leaning back in his chair and smirking as he watched the man with the all too familiar expression of someone with a bad hangover. "Rough night, eh? Can't handle your liquor very well, can you?". Chuckling, he reached out and picked up the coffeepot on his table, and calmly poured himself another cup. 

Alice pulled the towel tighter around herself and blushed fiercely. “I’m sorry. I really should have closed the door. My manners aren’t exactly up to par at the moment.” She couldn’t help noticing that he was soaking wet and he’d looked slightly sulky when he was walking past, before the smirk that is. 

"Hey, trust me, I really don't mind", Kane smirked at her, chuckling quietly, finding her embarrassment kind of amusing. "I'm not one who's much for manners anyway". That was true. Most people probably wouldn't consider his usual behavior towards people to be particularly polite or well mannered.

Kane rolled his eyes as he walked down the hall. He’d overheard part of an argument between some guy and a nurse, and while part of him was tempted to side with the guy, because he really couldn’t stand the nurses, on the other hand, he didn’t really like most people, and the guy sounded ridiculous arguing vegetarianism. 

Already disapproving the man’s attitude, Kaiden raised his chin slightly as he arched a brow. “I never said I was an important. That being said, I still get a say.” Lowering his head so that they were eye-to-eye, Kai looked off to the side to scoff a dry laugh, before shifting his attention back to the patient again. “Oh no, I’m here to set cocky little shits like you straight.” 

Kane scoffed out a rude laugh, sticking his hands in his pockets as he eyed the man, raising an eyebrow. "Oh really? Because judging from what you were saying, I'm not the one who needs to be set straight", he smirked faintly. 

Kaiden was having enough of the  s t u p i d  argument, and it was clear by the way he arched a brow at the nurse. “Well, yes, plants are living beings too, but they probably can’t feel the pain of being slaughtered like animals do; that’s the difference. I understand your point. But this is my lifestyle.” He raised his chin slightly. “Not yours, now, is it?”

Kane rolled his eyes as he walked down the hall. He'd overheard part of an argument between some guy and a nurse, and while part of him was tempted to side with the guy, because he really couldn't stand the nurses, on the other hand, he didn't really like most people, and the guy sounded ridiculous arguing vegetarianism. 

"Ah yeah that doesn't sound like a fun time," she said, making a face and sticking her tongue out. She glanced up at him. "Where did you go to school then?"

"I sure didn't think so. The mind is so fascinating, I've always felt. It controls the body, and comes up with so many things on its own. And it's very interesting how one tiny flaw or mistake can create mental disorders, but you probably don't want to hear me rambling about my job", he chuckled. "I went to Washington State University, then got my Doctorate at NYU, he lied smoothly, even though he'd actually never attended either university. "And you? What exactly do you do around here?", he asked.