Mama, Papa, forgive me.

Jacob put his head in his hands, frowning a bit. He wasn’t sure how to answer Siren, because truthfully, there wasn’t just one answer. It was a million things. “I don’t know Siren…I didn’t want to, but  I did. It’s the curse of an addict.” He looked back up, taking a sip of the coffee. “Things haven’t been the same since I got back from that week outside Thornewood. It made things worse…and I just…I don’t know. Got a hold of some booze and thought it would make things better…I didn’t think I’d get carried away, but I did. I suck. I fuck everything up.”

Siren raised an eyebrow, listening to his explanation, though her expression wasn't critical or judgmental, just slightly puzzled, with a hint of worry. "But....you know it's a bad idea, right?". She frowned, wishing she knew what to say that could help. Truthfully, she didn't have much experience with addiction. Or perhaps she did, if she counted her little murder habit. But then again, she'd had to break that, or at least try to, since she couldn't just murder people at Thornewood, especially what with all the security. But then again, she could kind of feel what he was saying, because after all, if presented with the opportunity to kill again, she knew that, depending on who it was, she probably would. But, killing people wasn't really self-destructive like drinking or drugs was, right? "Listen to yourself", she didn't want to sound angry, that wouldn't help anything, so she tried to keep any frustration out of her tone. "Did it make things better? You look like hell. I mean that in a nice way, really!", she couldn't help but add, worried about sounding mean. "But really. Did doing this sort of thing ever really make you feel better?", she asked, keeping her voice soft so it wouldn't carry to the rest of the cafeteria.

"Goddamn it. Look where you’re going." Declan cursed before turning to look at her. He hadn’t seen someone who was this happy since he was twelve. He almost forgot that people could smile so genuinely. For a moment, he missed Nana. At least, she understood what it was like to constantly feel afraid of someone attacking them. He wondered where she ended up. Was she okay? Had Lara killed her? Or had she went and hid with that other girl? 

Unpleasant Meetings II Open

Siren hummed quietly to herself as she stuck a paper mustached onto the large suit of armor in the entryway, and used her sleeve to polish the helmet for a moment. After spending the week mostly just alone in her room, she had found one of the old mustaches she'd cut out ages ago, and had wondered if maybe a mini-revival of her mustache joke might  make her feel a little better. And it kind of did. Seeing the dignified knight with the silly mustache did make her giggle quietly, and she took a step back to admire her handiwork, nearly running into a man who'd walked into the room behind her.

Shakes II Open

"What, are we blaming inanimate objects for our problems now?", Siren teased, coming up behind Esmeralda and pulling up a chair for herself to sit down. She'd finally been able to get out of her room, and had gone looking for her friend, in the most obvious place-the library. Spotting the back of Esmeralda's head as she leaned over a table, apparently writing something, Siren hadn't seen ESmeralda's hand and the pen, so as a result, at that moment, she was trying to be cheerful. Though how long that would last, no one could know.

Kane sighed boredly as he walked down the third floor hall. He had nothing to do-his smokes were destroyed, and he really hated most of the people in the hospital and so he figured he might as well see about finding someone he actually did tolerate-and as far as he knew, most of the people he could actually stand were on level three. He didn’t know about Madison Perrie, but wasn’t Blondie on level three? And maybe Jay or Sabrina?

Siren was just getting dressed to go have lunch. She hadn't felt like getting up for breakfast, but now she sat,combing out her blonde hair as she prepared to head down to the dining room. Leaning in a little closer to the mirror she sighed quietly as she dabbed some concealer under her eyes, trying to hide the dark circles. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, or just feeling very good in particular, and she didn't want to look like it.

It was night like these that Remus was glad that there was a gym in the institute; He just had to let some steam out. And he had made sure that the gym was soundproofed as well, he had an habit to play music loudly when he was in the pissed mood. He didn’t lock the door though, he knew that some other staff might want to use the gym at 11pm, but it wasn’t his problem if they didn’t like the music, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone politely right then. He plugged his iPod to the speakers and cranked the music up before getting on the pull-up bar, hanging down from it by his feet.

Siren sighed to herself as she wandered down the hallway. She'd finally managed to leave her room, after spending another almost two weeks without seeing anyone, and she knew she needed to find something to distract herself. Shrugging, she found herself wandering down the hallway where the gym was. Though she had gone to gyms before Thornewood with friends, she preferred to exercise outside. After all, in her mind, why run to nowhere on a treadmill when she could be running around the beautiful Thornewood gardens? Maybe that would be a good distraction...she could go for a run outside, she thought, maybe get some fresh air.

Siren looked around for a seat. Honestly, she didn't really know either of the people who were getting married, but she would've taken any excuse to get out and have fun, and wear a pretty dress. Holding a piece of cake on a plate in one hand, and a glass of punch in the other, she managed to maneuver over to a mostly empty table, and she set her plate and cup down, pulling out a chair and smoothing her dress as she sat, before smiling at the guy sitting there, whom she didn't recognize. "Hello! Mind if I sit here? I probably should've asked that before sitting down, sorry! But I hoped it would be okay, since you have this big table, and there's nowhere else. Oh, are you okay, by the way? You look kind of upset", she paused to take a sip of punch.

Jacob was more than grateful when Siren pressed her coffee mug into his hands. Sighing he took a sip, willing the coffee to ease his headache. “I’m not dying,” he promised, though when Olivia found out she might kill him. Leaning over he whispered in Siren’s ear, “It’s just a hangover. I’m an idiot, ya know?” Siren was Jacob’s closest friend besides Essie, and though they didn’t really know much about  each other, he felt that he could trust the bubbly blonde.

Headaches and Hangovers

Siren eyed the breakfast selections in the cafeteria as she absentmindedly poured herself a cup of coffee, and spoke to the server behind the counter. "Do you have any biscuits? I really liked those ones you had last time, the ones with the strawberry jam-Ouch!", she squeaked. accidentally spilling a few drops on her fingers as she forgot to watch where she was pouring. She jumped as she felt the hot coffee sting her fingertips, and she waved her hand in the air, frowning in pain, feeling kind of like an idiot for spilling in the first place, though the frown was replaced by her usual smile quickly, brushing it off. That was when she noticed Jacob, and all too quickly, she frowned again in concern. He looked almost....sick. Hearing his request for coffee, she immediately held out the cup she'd just poured, and lowered her voice. "Jacob, are you okay? You don't look okay. What's wrong? What happened? Don't die, please don't die!", she looked at him, wide-eyed with concern, and though her words were still fast and energetic, this time the energy was a more worried kind than usual.

Siren stopped as she heard a voice she recognized, smiling slightly at the nickname. “Hi!”, she turned around, smiling brightly at the man. “Unimaginitive as ever, I see”, she teased. “Still Blondie? You’ve had, like, a day to come up with something better”. She realized she still didn’t know his name, and made a mental note to ask for it at some point. “Well, I don’t really have a lot of Harry Potter stuff. I always said you could be a fan of things without having to buy a lot of stuff for it. But come on, it’s just fun! I bet you’re a Slytherin, since you’re so grumpy all the time”, she joked, grinning. She realized that she might have been acting a bit too familiar with him, seeing as she still barely knew the man, but that was just how she tended to be with everyone when she first met them.

"Busy doing what? I mean, you don't really seem like the type of guy who'd just follow the rules, and like, actually go to therapy, and socialize", she teased. "I can't, can I? Is that a challenge?", she asked, winking at the man. It had been so long since she'd had anyone to banter teasingly with. This sort of thing was usually only reserved for her brothers, or her very closest friends from before Thornewood....though they probably weren't her friends anymore, if she was being honest, and realistic. She blushed faintly when he called her pretty. The last person to do so had been her ex boyfriend, and that hadn't exactly ended well....getting convicted of multiple homicides had turned out to not be the best way to further a relationship, apparently. "Oh, silly me. Did I say grumpy? Clearly, I meant cheerful and dashingly handsome", she couldn't resist adding, laughing. "Okay, fine, I'll give you blondie", she pretended to sigh, as though conceding. "I mean, at least you went to the effort of coming up with something, no matter how unoriginal it may be", she shrugged, starting towards the snack table.