Sitting quiely... Staring into space(opentoanyone)

[Logan Sloan]

He nodded when she told him her name, not having a responce, but letting her know that he had heard her and understood. Logan looked down and his hands and pressed his fingertips together. He had been shaking without realizing it, needing a cigarette badly. He hadn't had one since around eleven the night before when he bummed one off a staff member in the stairwell. Given that he smoked about once every twenty minutes, this was torture.

"Either of you have a lighter on you?" he asked the two girls, switching his gaze from one to the other repeatedly while he patted his pockets. "I'll share the wealth." He found his pack and pulled it out, removing one stick from the package and placing it in his mouth.

[Clarice Anna Bellerose]

Clarice shook her head. "I don't smoke." Though at times she wished she could do something that would keep her from being in either world. She stared at the wall waiting for it to turn into space, at least she could escape both worlds by staring.

[Logan Sloan]

"Damn," he cursed under his breath, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and looking around for anyone else that would have a lighter...or even a goddamn match.

"You know, it's not even like I'm gonna use it to burn the place," he shrugged. "They only took it 'cause they think I'm a suicide risk 'cause I was brought in after an accidental overdose. I don't see why other kids get to keep theirs."