The sounds of bare feet on the floor of the mansion could be heard. They where the footsteps of the new girl in the mansion, Alison. She wore a silky blue dress and completly no shoes. She liked walking on bair feet, it made her feet feel thingly and funny. However she was on exploration today. Trying to figure out how safe she really was in here.

She took safe and long footsteps, very slowly through the hallways of this so called school. A school for people like her, mutants. Though she probably wasn't like any other student. She had medication to take daily due to her paranioa and schizofrenia. Some people might find her a danger, but in a school full of mutants nobody seemed to care about that.

As she slowly and gently walked through the hallways, looking upwards and sometimes changing directions of where she watched, she came across numerous rooms. People where looking strangly at her as she payed no attention to them. it did not matter to her that much, people looked at her strangly at the mental ward not much difference here. People where walking to their classes or to their rooms, crossing paths with her. She did not have class, or not yet.

After a while she came across a room that was much like the recreation room in the mental ward, only nicer looking. Chairs, tables and even a tv where there. The chairs where soft thought, not plastic like at the hospital. A soft carpet in the middle made the room feel extra cousy. Nobody was there since classes where in session or the people where enjoying the weather outside. She sat down and the carpet in the middle between the sofa and tv. She let her hands slide through the soft fabric of the carpet and she decided to lie down on it. She slowly slided herself on the carpet stomach down and with her left she played with the fabric while staring at it. It felt nice and confortable, not to mention very soft. She curled up her toes every once in a while on the carpet. Softness was good.

It was hard to believe that it had been just a few hours since he first came to the school. His new room was bare, something that could probably change in the future. It wasn't the biggest room he'd had, but he liked that it had a nice atmosphere to it. Sleeping had been a bit of a problem that night though, seeing as he still felt alienated by it. Since his arrival he had only had contact with one person.

After getting up, he dug deep in his bag, trying to figure out anything that would be well enough to wear around this place. He didn't really know what would go best around this place, seeing as he didn't know anyone staying there. He took his time as he put on his clothes, just a simple pair of jeans and a hooded jacket with a t-shirt under. He looked around his room, and the nice atmosphere he had felt the night before seemed to have turned colder, as he looked at the bare walls.

He walked over to the door, and slowly opened it; first to look out to see if anyone was there, slipping out when he saw no one. The place was still so unknown to him. He kept thinking that he should probably have asked for that tour the day before after all. When appearing by the stairs it felt like his insides were shifting places, he was afraid he'd go somewhere he shouldn't be.

Alexander had noticed that even if the place was big, he hadn't seen anyone around. All he knew was that it was a school, seeing as it was already day time, they would most likely be having different classes. Thinking about it made him realise that he also needed to get his classes ready, he didn't want to stay there only to stay there after all.

By change he arrived to a room that looked very much like some living room, made for several people, a common room of sorts. Though he noticed he was not the only person in the room. He has spotted a girl lying on the carpet, on the floor, seemingly feeling around it. This behaviour seemed very unnatural to him. There couldn't possibly be people brave enough to make a fool of themselves in broad daylight like this.

He coughed slightly before he said anything. Keeping in mind that there was probably nothing nice to say to anyone that seemed insane enough does lay on a carpet like that. Unless she was one of those alternative people, and the carpet would grant her eternal youth or something. I’m sorry but, are you feeling okay?" It was the closest thing he could come to without seeming to weird himself. He didn't want to make a bad first impression like he had done so many times before.

With one hand she played with the ruffles of the carpet while looking at it with a vague and maybe a bit of a "i'm not really here" stare. It felt nice to have something in her finger tips. It made her feel more real. She didn't sleep like normal people did so everything just looked very different. As if it all wasn't really there. It was weird how sleep affected people, or did not affect in this case.

She must have been laying there for quiet some time now, seeing as the sounds from the hallways faded away. How ever footsteps could still be heard from the living room. Everyone scurried on with their everyday routine.

And there it was, another person who wasn't doing their daily routine. A stray that wasn't heading for class. A young man who seemingly was up to the same adventures as she was. To map this mansion and see what it's all about. She however did not look at him what so ever. She was to busy with the ruffles she was wrapping her fingers around.

He demanded attention though, like everyone else would eventually. He coughed and asked the question. Strange question for her. She never felt normal and did not know why. Well she knew she wasn't all there in her head, or atleast that is what she was told. "Yes." She answered. "My feelings are ok." She added. She didn't look at the young man while she spoke, her attention was still somewhere else. She did however take her medication this morning . The medication given to keep her stable seemingly, keep her dreams from influencing her. She still was scared to sleep so it was only natural that she didn't sleep as much as a normal person.

Somehow he couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by this kind of people. That were either too care free, or just, didn't care at all. He was probably not the one that made too much of a bad first impression. Seeing her on the floor would equal to a worse first impression than to simply ask a polite question. Perhaps her reaction had been to a misunderstanding from his part. He should maybe have asked what the heck her problem was, or if he should contact a psychologist. Giving a short sigh as he plundered down the closest chair. He just couldn't stop wondering why someone would continue to lie on a dirty carpet as someone one would consider a stranger was in the room.

"Suit yourself, if you like germs and dirt, then you are more than welcome to make out with the carpet." He said to her sarcastically. He didn't understand why so many people had to distance themselves from other people, just because they didn't know each other. How could she know, that he wasn't a nice guy, unless she had some crazy power that let her know. Which would also make him turn into some crazy guy in the immediate future.

"You sure don't look okay" he added. If this girl wanted to be bitchy, then he could play the exact same game. Maybe he could start caressing the chair, if she was one of those weird people that liked those kind of things, then maybe she would be pleased enough to even look at him while speaking to him. Who was he kidding anyway, he was one of those freaky tree hugging people himself, so he shouldn't really be thinking meanly of her love for carpets and shoe smells.

"Im perfectly comfortable." She replied while she stretched and clinched her toes in the carpet. She spoke as if she wasn't really all there. She slowly breathed as she stretched her arms once and continued to do what she was doing. It felt so soft and ruffly, nice and tickly. Anybody should do this.

The young man sat down in a chair close to her. The shifted her head towards him a bit so she could see who he was. It was a young man, around her age with black hair. He seemed to be asian. She pulled a soft little smile and said: "I took my medication." She was sort of proud about it since normally the doctors had to get into allot of trouble to make her take it. The medication made her feel a bit beter about herself seeing as she took it herself now.

This was going to be weird for the young man though. Mostly because Alison wasn't aware of how strange she was acting. It was pretty normal for her because of who she was and what she was. She hadn't gotten the idea yet that it could be make people think she was acting foolish, that people would think about her differently for doing the things what she liked. It is odd how people think these days.

How happy he was that she was all comfortable, he couldn't be more excited over this fact. Deep inside he just had the urge to just roll his eyes at this mystic creature from a different universe. He looked across the room in this awkward moment of pause, trying to absorb everything, wishing deep inside that someone nice would come in and rescue him from the mess on the floor.


Gently he plucked some strands of hair off his t-shirt as, when he got the feeling that the girl was looking at him. Nothing could really prepare him for it, and it was nothing shocking about her next statement. Medications. Something told him that this was surely no surprise, and it wouldn't even surprised him at all if she was lying about taking her medication.

"Are you completely sure?" Alex mentioned in mid air, even if he might have seemed a bit snotty or even a tad bit bitchy, he didn't really care. " If you are like this when you've taken your medication, I can't wait to see what you're like without it." He smiled on the inside. He didn't often like to laugh out loud, at least not a real laugh anyway. The recent months had made him sadder on the inside, and fake on the outside. But he didn't mind. That was his biggest problem, that he didn't mind that he was fake.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't continue thinking about your weird habits without introducing myself." He got off from his chair slowly, knowing she would most likely not get up from the floor. "I'm Alexander, I just got here tomorrow, and you are?" He finished.

She pulled up a bit of a forced smile as she turned back to look at her hand. "One can never be sure of themselves." She replied to as if she was quoting from a book, but the book wasn't there. She sometimes had these clear thoughts, talking as if she wasn't really herself. Somehow she sucked up information like a sponge but she never could really grasp it, or use it when needed. Nice little ability to have, just not very usefull from time to time.

Then it came, he called her weird. Or well atleast called what she was doing weird. There was nothing weird about what she was doing to her. She liked it, you should do things you like. "Everyone is weird to another." She said to her. "It doesn't matter." She added softly speaking more to herself to boost her confidence. She didn't want people to dislike her, but seemingly she had a act for that.

He wanted a introduction from her. People mostly wanted to do that when they met her. It was just that it was always a bit scary for her to introduce herself. A name is very valuable information, people could do all kinds of things with it. Alison got up, and brushed her legs as if she was dirty. Not that the carpet was dirty. She looked very serious at the young man named alex now and was examining him a bit with her eyes. Probably a weird moment for Alex, but she could not be to carefull. "Alison." She said a bit carefull.

Of course he knew that all people had something weird about themselves. Even he had a lot of weird qualities, and he wouldn't need anyone cuddling on a carpet to tell him he was. She was still right though. It didn't matter that people were weird, living in a world with mutants just proved that. He didn't smile, and he tried making as little noise as possible, hoping within himself that she would just turn out to be a semi normal chick that liked carpets. It was like she said earlier, one could never be sure of oneself, and if there was someone he wasn't sure about, it was clearly himself.

"Have you been here long?" Alexander got out. It was a perfectly reasonable question. Though he was no conversation specialist, he knew that it shouldn't bring up any trouble; unless she was forced to come here She was probably forced to leave her carpets at home to live on the carpets here. Maybe she was using her mutant powers, becoming one with a carpet?
Alexander couldn't care less if it would be comfortable or not. He didn't want to risk getting dirtied up. It wasn't a big secret to himself that he was somewhat of a germaphobe, washing his hands several times a day, staying away from dirty things, such as carpets.

She didn't even seem to be in the mood for talking. Even if she slightly responded to what he said or asked her. Maybe it would be easier if he gave her a list of questions, and she could just write answers on a sheet. Perhaps that could bring a spark to her interest. Or maybe she was a bit autistic or something sure made him think.

How long had she been here. She didn't sleep much so her attention to time should be good, but it was not. She hadn't been keeping track of the days or hours she had been here. Though she blurted something out as if she was a machine or something subconsious wanted to give the information that was asked for. "2 days, 3 hours 41 minutes." She summed up. "42 minutes." she added after 5 seconds. Normal people couldn't do that. "I don't sleep." She said looking a bit amazed as if it was something very amazing to say.

She walked around a bit to the bookcase that stood there and looked at the books. Since she didn't sleep, she had to occupy herself. Well just in case she didn't sleep. She did sometimes but not as much as other people. It was weird actually. She looked at the books and came up on a book that sounded nice. She picked out a book out of the case called, war of the worlds by H.G. well. She said the titles out loud sounding like it was adventerous. She looked at the book cover and looked back at Alex. "Have you read this?" She said with a faint smile as she felt the front of the book with her left hand. It was a hardcover that felt pretty old. The cover tells allot about about the book. A old used cover ment it would be a good book, read by many. The older the cover the older the book. Simple but usefull information .

((Sorry for the loooong wait, I returned finally, and then there was no internet -_-))

What was this girl? Some sort of machine? It had to be apart of some power she had. He couldn't have remembered how many hours like that unless he had been counting them on some clock. This just left him with a feeling of fright, and even made him a bit impressed. As she had arrived not too long ago, he did find it rather peculiar that she would already feel so at home that she would've cuddled a carpet in the middle of what was a common room. Not only was she a living timer, but she also didn't sleep. That must have been weird, seeing as he himself loved sleeping and drifting into dreams. Though he hated going to bed, and hated waking up even more.

His thoughts were quietly drifting away before he heard her speak again. This time she had placed herself by one of the bookshelves, holding a book. Her face turned at him, even trying to smile a bit to him, which spooked him slightly. He looked back at her, trying to remember if he had even heard of a book of that title. In the end he had to admit that he had never even heard of the author, yet alone the book. "Sorry, can't say that I have" He told her. Even with his history of book reading it was unknown to him. Maybe he was a bit too into modern literature to have heard about it. "I guess you like old books then?" He asked her out of the blue.