"ARE YOU NEW?" she doesn't believe she's seen her around, at least, not before this social season. something familiar about her, maybe in the way she seems uncomfortable to be parading around. eloise understands the depth of that feeling. "wait, i believe i've seen you. - you're a smith, correct?"

                               ❛ - woe is me, a girl who’s life to live is in solidarity. shunned by a world without a parasite to leech away her free time. - ❜ back she tilts her head, eyes shut in recognition he’ll want the advantage to make his entrance. ❛ - even in the realm of fiction, i am truly — UTTERLY — alone. - ❜

                     of  course,   one  unexpected  phone  call  is  what  has  landed  her  in  this  predicament  in  the  first  place.   she  and  her  father  had  made  plans  that  didn’t  involve  a  hospital  for  once,   a  camping  trip  to  the  mountains,   since  paul  had  seen  a  promising  site  during  his  last  business  trip:   and  now  alice  finds  herself  sitting  in  the  last  place  she  wanted  to  be,   all  because  the  murkoff  corporation  had  made  a  work  call  to  the  burner  phone  he  had  said  he  would  turn  off.   she  sighs  contemplatively  thinking  about  the  moment  she’d  caught  him  preparing  to  turn  around.   she  knows  he  had  sensed  her  disappointment  by  his  shame  and  silence.   it  had  been  too  much  to  ask  for.

                   however,   instead  of  being  greeted  by  a  clinical  setting  with  white  walls  and  furniture,   doctors  and  nurses  pacing  the  floor  while  medical  equipment  echoes  with  a  familiar  beep,   the  office  space  seems  pristine,   corporate  and  comfortable,  without  a  trace  of  the  true  purpose  of  the  facility.   it’s  something  she  hadn't  really  expected  upon  first  reading  the  sign  leading  up  to  the  building.   this  doesn’t  seem  to  be  a  place  meant  for  the  criminally  insane:   if  it  weren’t  for  the  guards  throwing  her  suspicious  looks,   she  would  feel  quite  comfortable.   it’s  almost  too  presentable  an  entrance.

                   come  to  think  of  it,   she  hasn't  seen  a  single  patient  yet.

"Mind if I sit with you? Don't mind me, just gonna take some pictures." A dark haired brunette with ocean colored eyes speaks to Lydia. She looked about her age, and was holding a camera in her hands. Her face seemed pale, stoic and emotionless, but she smiled lightly to be polite.

✦ ; .             it was CRAZY to think lydia could make friends beside those of the otherworldly presence. she had previously been occupied with stirring her food tray round && round with a plastic spork, dark eyes swimming in the abyss of lunch slop. ( thank god for human interaction — for once in her life, it was an adequate distraction. ) raven curls trounce around her jawline as she tilts her head to look upon the fellow high schooler, thick brows pinching together at the sight && mention of photography. the lighting in the cafeteria was less than satisfactory, always glaring like angel rays through the window panes in streaks that bled through in cimenatic exposure.