#nokidstuff

Welcome to Hope’s Peak, Carl!

You will be roomed in apartment #140 with your new roommates Kougyoku and Hakuryuu Ren. Don’t think about escaping the city because you never will, upupu!

　　　　　❝ ；—　One breath, a second breath, and each one gets heavier as his pace increases. It's warm, his mouth feels a little cottony. His wrist throbs, and it echoes on his back where he's been branded once before. His mind goes foggy with anger as he feels groggily along the walls, head aching, quickly ascertaining the nearest exit to the room from which he emerged.　Disgusting,　he felt utterly disgusting. His eye darted side to side quickly, barely trusting the area to not crumble down upon him. Nothing looked familiar, the layout completely foreign to the Earl. The closest thing it reminded him of was a hospital, or some ward. On top of which, he cant quite remember the last place he was at, or who he last saw, just that it was not here.

Everything around him was fuzzy, pumping blood narrowing his vision to find a way out. Running now, the boy passes but a few faces, none of them familiar, nor comforting. The only thing occupying his thoughts is to get out, to get home. He'd be　d a m n e d　before he succumb to the fun and games of another being. He was tired of being made fun of, and it was time for the nonsense to end. Almost missing an exit, Ciel bursts through panting, a rush of fresh air nipping at his red cheeks.

　　　"Sebastian!"

Breathing heavily, blue hues took in the scenery with an ounce of adrenaline. He marches down toward grass quickly, scanning along the horizon of trees. It appeared as a peaceful forest laid out before him, and the youth avoided turning around to see what form of.. of asylum rest behind him. His breath caught as his calls came unanswered, and he yelled the name again, and again, ripping his eye patch off and reaching out to his sorry excuse for a butler. It was with a sinking heart that Ciel continued onward toward the forest, muttering curses lowly, beginning to feel sick as the rest of the excitement dripped from his body.

It left him sluggish and panting, gripping onto the bark as a fire burned in his belly. Stopping under the shade of a tree, sitting on an uplifted root, he struggled to regain his breath. A sheen coat of sweat swept across his forehead and back (he'd have to change before he began to smell).