***Alright, i'll provide a start and we'll go from there. To those who haven't entered their forms: Jump in whenever you do.*** StartIt was a cold and gloomy day when Surota awoke in his usual cell in the asylum, his grey eyes fluttering open to the sun breaking its way through the cracks of his sealed up window. The dull grey walls stared back at him as he sat up and stretched, his old and yellowed cot creaking under his weight and due to old age. The cracked concrete floors were cold under his bare feet as he stood up to stretch a bit more, sending chills up his shivering spine. He was his usual personality, the original Surota, and was frankly glad that he was. He didn't want to have to deal with the chaos of acting out with his alters, their way with things quite different then Surota's. They're what got him in this stupid asylum in the first place, a place of nightmares and torture. Surota went to go sit in the shaded corner of his small cell, pulling his knees to his chest and letting out a shivering breath. The lab workers never provided them with anything warm in the winter time, always trying to see their capabilities of surviving on their own. How stupid of them, yet oddly and eerily smart as well. Surota entered his mind of many alters, their thoughts swirling around with his as he sat there shivering, his many emotions breaking out as he whispered quietly to himself. The whispers were speaking to each other although they were in the same body, making Surota look as though he were talking to himself. He was indeed speaking to himself, but with his alters using and controlling his words and mouth shape to form sentences of their own. Surota sat there as he let the alters use his body freely, the whispering slowly growing into a lull of conversation, with himself.