"For a Play Area, this place isn't very fun." Cateline repeatedly glanced at Monica who was watching her. It was unnerving.
She knows. She knows. She knowsss your secret. The hissing voice was making her paranoid.
She can't possibly know. But she does. The woman scowled and stopped pacing along the wall, the tiles should have been cold on her bare feet, but due to her temperature being so low, it felt warm. Facing the corner she adjusted her glasses, murmuring incoherently to herself for a full minute before turning to face the two, a wide smile on her face.
"So!" She exclaims, interrupting Raye and throwing both arms over her head. She was glad to have be freed from her confinement despite being touched. There was an unidentified noise outside of the room and down the hall.
Possibly some staff members. Brushing her thoughts aside, she walked the width of the room, counting the number of people in her head.
- The new bleach-haired patient
- Raye
- Klutz-A-Lot
- Monica Lawrence
"We know Ms. Monica is here for an internship of sorts. Sir Ray is in this joint for eating patients," She pauses, spinning on her heel to face everyone again.
"Which, it's surprising and lovely to know that those rumors were true- by the way, what about the other Docs? Haven't seen them in a while."
Continuing with her little speech, her head tilted.
"But why are you two here?" Her eyes darted between Joe and Sheila while absentmindedly curling a lock of hair around her forefinger.