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Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Hey... Lance replied with a small smile, eyes slowly moving up and down as he studied his new room mate, or sort of. He seemed happy to have company, or at least enthusiastic, that was good, it made Lance to feel welcomed. He glanced around the house quickly, wondering why was he still outside, it was cold and standing at the door step wasn't exactly the best for him. He gave one step forward but he still remained outside. Um... Lance pulled his backpack from his shoulder and showed it to the other guy, making a slight frown and tilting his head to the side. Just this... He said with a sigh. Jenny? Apparently this guy knew Jen very well, Lance only saw her a few times and always accompanied by Sanders, he barely had spoken to her in those occasions. The guy was weird, to say the least, now the mind issues thing was confirmed by Lance. He'd never saw someone so excited about wearing clothes, not even among the people he knew, and especially, he'd never met someone that needed another person to remind him to wear clothes. Don't worry about it He grinned. And your clothes looks- Lance couldn't help to move back a little as the other shifted and walked away. Great... He finally stepped forward and closed the door behind him. Taking a look around the house as he walked toward the kitchen, to discover the sticky notes practically all over the room. Lance stopped his walking though, as the other asked about the refreshments, yet, more than a refreshment, a coffee would have been great. Sure... If this guy was used to move like that around the house it would be a stress generator, Lance was used to react on the defensive when people startled at him, and it would take him a while to adapt. Finally he choose to stay where he was, by the couch and after a moment he sat down and felt like he could lay there and sleep for weeks without waking up, it was so comfortable, Lance couldn't help but to imagine how good his bed would feel. He leaned back, closing his eyes and smiling a little as he relaxed his body, breathing deeply as he dropped his backpack on the floor, between his legs. Another thing to change, he would have never to defend and keep a close eye to his stuff again. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared toward the kitchen for an instant to then get up and walk over the other guy. What's your name? He asked as he got closer. I'm Lance. He smiled at the other.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Perking up at the acceptance of the offer for refreshments, Greiver puttered around the kitchen looking at post-its to figure out what he should do next and eventually put the kettle on and opened up the fridge. When Lance approached him he was fixing the mugs and humming his way around the kitchen. He stopped when the other man neared though, smiling at him. Oh! He'd forgotten about introductions, he still wasn't used to introducing himself. Usually anyone who spoke to him already knew who he was and it was rare that they bothered to introduce themselves, considering him mentally deficient. I'm Greiver. He informed, beaming at Lance before resuming what he was doing. Moments later Lance had a mug of hot chocolate in his hands same as Greiver, who seemed to be appreciating the drink thoroughly. He took a few sips and seemed to remember something else as he did so. Oh! Jen said she'll be by later but I'm to make you settled when you got here. You can help yourself here - there's lots of food and hot chocolate. There was other drinks than hot chocolate, but given the very large tub of cadbury's hot chocolate and various smaller tubs of various other brands and flavors, it was clear what he liked best. There was coffee and also tea stuffed in there somewhere though, but otherwise the cupboards stocked mostly dry food. It became clear why when he opened the freezer to show Lance all the food in it - half a dozen containers with marker pen identifying the contents and microwave times required filled the cold box. I'm not allowed to use this. He said, waving at the cooker. But you're allowed to. You can have some of this food though Jen cooked it. Greiver informed him. You can use anything in the house, Jen is helping me budget and she makes sure I have everything I need. Oh! Do you want to see your room? He asked, setting his mug down on the side. Its the first one upstairs. I haven't gone inside. He promised cheerfully, already leading the way up. BTW here are the floor plans for the house. They're on the small side, but it just gives you a basic layout. Mostly for my reference since if I don't have a record I end up with them living in the TARDIS - where rooms and things keep moving around
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance finished his way and sat down, taking a time to practically sink his nose into the warm smell of hot chocolate, he sighed as he enjoyed something that felt like new in his life, he couldn't remember the last time he had had hot chocolate. And it wasn't just the smell and the taste, his hands, wrapped around the mug were soon warm, and the warmth seemed to spread all over his body, moving the cold away and out his body. Thank you. He said as he left the mug on the table to open his jacket and remove his scarf to place it on the stool next to him and rapidly go back to his chocolate. Greiver seemed happy to have Jen coming over, but for Lance it felt like a control visit, he knew how it worked, people like Jen keep their eyes close to people like him to see if they were still able or worthy of living on their own. He'd seen many people going back to the street after a few months, most of them couldn't stop consuming and so they were kicked out. Lance honestly hoped that wouldn't be his case, but he knew it was going to be incredibly hard for him to get clean. At least he could use Jen's visit to make some questions, maybe he could get a job, but Sanders had probably warned her already about that. After all, all her attempts of finding him a job ended in a bad way, Lance knew it was his fault, but having a seasonal job to then go back to nothing wasn't the best incentive. He glanced back at his backpack for a second while Greiver was showing the food, thinking about what he was able to sneak into his baggage, just a few hits, and he was determined to keep them until he was out of medicine, although he new he couldn't really trust himself to that. Shaking his head a little he turned back his attention to Greiver, nodding as he told him he was allowed to use the oven. He didn't knew how to cook anything though, shrugging slightly he went back to his mug when the room was mentioned. Alright He replied as he left the mug onto the table and got up to follow Greiver, taking his scarf with him and his backpack from the living room he followed the other upstairs. Lance really didn't care if Greiver had gone into his room or not, he was glad enough having a room for himself. And even if he had to share one with him, it would be way different than sharing a room at a shelter with many other men. Once at the second floor, Lance opened the door to his room, eyes widening as he saw how big it was, almost too big for him, and so was the bed, a double bed, just for him. He stepped inside and dropped his bag and scarf on the floor to walk straight to the bed, letting his body fall stretched onto the soft surface, his face sinking into the pillow. A fucking bed... His voice came out muffled against the pillow. Lance pressed his body down for a moment before turning to lay on his back, feeling like he would never get up again, his whole spine cracked, as the vertebrae began to settle into their right position. Your room's next door, right? He finally spoke again, moving just enough to look over at Greiver
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

As Lance entered his room and flopped down on his bed, Greiver stood in the doorway watching and looking around with interest. He didn't cross the threshold and he wasn't staring, but his promise of not going into the room also seemed to include not having looked inside either. He understood the appreciation for having a nice soft bed though - he felt the same way with his bed. Sometimes he just shuffled around under his bedcovers and hummed in happiness at being so comfortable and warm. When his new housemate addressed him though, Greiver twitched in response as he often did when he was directly spoken to and had become distracted with his own thoughts. Yes! He answered reflexively. Its at the end of the hallway. I painted it. You can paint your room too, and get new sheets and nice things like that if you want. Greiver informed cheerfully. You can come see my room too. He offered, though he was a little dubious as to whether Lance was going to get up any time soon. Jen got lots of clothes for me - she might have got some for you too. She had been around the other day but Greiver had drifted off at some point so he wasn't actually sure what she'd brought around. When Greiver had come to this place it was already waiting for him, filled with the things he'd need. He'd not been in a great state when he got here but he was doing better now. His clothes still hung off his too-thin frame but he was putting weight and muscle on and slowly starting to fill it out. He'd needed a fair bit of care in the beginning, more than now where he could spend most of his time alone with just visits instead of Jen with him all the time. Even though it wasn't her job to be a carer - she worked for the government, not healthcare - she had put herself in Greiver's corner and helped him with whatever he needed, even if he didn't know he needed it.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance sat up slowly at the edge of the bed, thinking how much Greiver reminded him a rabbit or some other kind of small critter, startling at a sudden noise, it was kind of cute, yet still a little weird, but he had no idea what Greiver had been through his life. It seemed like everything was new and exciting for him though, albeit for Lance many things were new as well, he couldn't find excitement in anything, they were just things and didn't occupied his mind much, they never did, not even while he lived with his parents. And now that he was used to have nothing, it was very hard for him to grow some feeling about anything. It was the same for people, he knew very few he could mildly rely on while living on the streets, but eventually lost contact and then it was Sanders, it took him a while to fully trust her, but Lance finally allowed himself to and everything seemed to start getting better after meeting her. Now Jen seemed to be with Greiver a lot like Sanders was with him, caring and doing more than they were meant to do. Really, Sanders didn't need or have to do anything for Lance, after all she worked at a public health clinic for homeless people with AIDS, and so far he was clean, as Sanders made sure. Her actions came from her heart or her pity and Lance was thankful of course, but he wasn't sure for how long she was going to be there for him. The woman had her own life, she was about to get married and her work didn't pay much, she was in search of a better job when found the house for him, and she seemed more than excited about getting something new and better, although she was worried about the people she would let behind. Let's go see that room He finally said with a smile, getting up and walking over Greiver, waiting a moment to let him lead the way to his room. He wondered what color had Greiver painted his room, his was plain white and a little color wouldn't do bad, maybe a light blue, it would be definitely more relaxing than white walls. But more than blue paint, Lance wanted blue water. There was nothing he missed more than the large swimming pool he used to train in, he wasn't even sure he could remind how to swim again if he ever touched more than the water from the shower again.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Smiling brightly at Lance's agreement to see his room, he pushed up to the tips of his toes and turned around swiftly, trotting down the hall to his room. The door was open in his room, and a purple nightlight in the corner cast its light over the room as the curtains were partially closed. It was the prevalent shade in the room at first glance the bedsheets were a rich purple, and there was a fluffy purple blanket spread across it slightly rumpled. The furniture was all dark wood, but there were only a few trinkets out to show he lived there, mostly art supplies on the desk. The outer wall was a neutral cream but the wall he shared with Lance's room was the complete opposite of neutral. Greiver had painted it during one of his episodes - putting a pen and paper or any other art supplies in his hands was a safe way of keeping him occupied in such events lest he wander off. His painting on the wall spread even around the doorframe - though how he'd gotten up that high was anyone's guess, a dark, thick green of inches thick vines made to look like they were wrapped tightly around the door itself. They spread across the wall like something out of a fantasy novel with a forest gone wild for millennium. The painted vines by the door eased a bit towards the bed though, leaving wide openings to show a clearing through the foliage, a hint of blue flowers and purple skies that only made the vines look even more disproportionately large compared to what else was visible. Reality seemed to have very little to do with the image - some of the flower stems were red or gold instead of green and the clouds in the purple sky were bronze. Greiver paid the wall little mind though, instead he was wriggling his toes in a small plush purple rug in front of his bed Jen had found for him. He smiled, but seemed shy again as he let Lance look around his room. Jen found lots of nice stuff for me. He informed quietly. He hadn't had anything before he came here - but he didn't remember very much of the last few years. I have some books you can read too if you want. He pointed to a shelf with some books and more art supplies on it, the books were more exploratory as Jen hadn't known what to get him so there was a small but varied selection, for varying audiences. The book about different cat types was more thumbed through than the rest though, regardless of intended age none of the stories were childrens books but they were all popular books for teens or young adults, interspersed with adult or non-fiction books.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

He followed Greiver, stopping beneath the door frame for a moment, taking a quick look around before stepping into the room. Wow... He said glancing over the painted wall, that wasn't what he had in mind at all, it was way better actually. This is awesome Greiver... Lance spoke as he got closer to the wall, finding new details. He sucked at painting, and anything related to art, it never interested him, yet Lance knew how to appreciate other's people work, and Greiver's was simply amazing, the green from the vines combined greatly with all the purple stuff. He glanced over the books then, it had been years since the last time he read a book, from the time he dropped school to train. Thanks. He smiled at the other, walking over the shelf to see the titles, not that he knew any of them, but he felt curious, maybe he could start reading as a pastime. You like cats? Lance turned a moment toward Greiver and took the book to leaf through. I'm more of dogs He chuckled. Putting the book back on his place he sighed a little, his thoughts going back to the time when he had a dog, a beautiful black cloak German Shepherd, it was a little sad to think that he would be gone. Um... I think I'm going back to bed... He spoke after a moment. Lance was always tired, mostly because he was sick and weakened and also because he used to roam around half of the city almost in a daily basis. Now that he had a bed he felt obliged to himself to go and sleep as much as he could. Maybe settle down before. He still had to arrange his few stuff and clothes. Would you call me when Jen's here? Lance asked, slowly walking out Greiver's room. Lance got into his room, leaving the door open and dragged his backpack with him to the bed. He sat down and threw everything out. A few pairs of socks and underwear fell to the bed, along with a ragged jean and two t-shirts. He put his clothes aside and finished emptying his bag. He had a small and very basic first aid kit that Sanders gave to him some time ago and always made sure to refill, containing gauze and cotton, hydrogen peroxide, an antibacterial soap, some adhesive bandages, and the medicine he needed to treat his pneumonia. Lance got up with the small white and red box on his hands and placed it upon the nightstand before taking his clothes to put them into the drawers. One last shake to the backpack and everything at the bottom fell. Rubbers from the clinic, a few aspirins, some gum and the last of weed and coke he could save from Sanders' eyes. He put the later items back into his bag, and shoved it into another drawer. The rest of the small things were simply thrown into the small nightstand drawer. Once he was done, Lance kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket, and then went to bed, this time getting deep down beneath the covers, pulling the pillow with him as he curled into a ball, pressing the soft pillow against his body, it didn't took him much time to fall asleep and soon his snoring was probably heard from Greiver's room.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Yup. Greiver answered brightly, looking at the cat book Lance had spotted. I've never had one before, but Jen says I might be able to get one once I can prove I can take care of myself first. I'm on probation. He informed, bouncing on his toes again. He'd always wanted a cat but had never been in a position to have one of his own before. The best he could do was pet the local cats, and Jen had taken him out to a local shelter when he got out of hospital to cheer him up. I like dogs too, but they're more dependent. Not something he'd ever have a chance of having himself, though he enjoyed playing with them. It wasn't so easy for him at the moment though they seemed to have boundless energy when he'd seen them in the park. I'll try. He promised - it was the most he could promise though he wasn't too worried. While Lance rested Greiver puttered around the house but mostly kept quiet and let his mind drift off. By the time Jen arrived he'd dozed on the couch for a bit but jumped to his feet at the knock on the door. Jen had a key, but always knocked - as much for respect of his privacy as to let him practice inviting people in. He opened the door for her and greeted her, and Jen clearly knew of his habit to forget to actually invite his visitor in so she inched forwards until he realised and backed up out of the way. The woman was about the same height as Greiver - a bit less than average, with short blond hair and a thick coat and brief case. She was well versed with her charge though and had a good temperament to deal with him as Greiver attempted to be courteous and remember each step. Soon enough he had her sitting on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate, her coat off and hung up and he was pretty sure he'd not missed anything glaring. Jen was smiling at him with a patient expression so he must have done decently enough anyway, and he wasn't worried. With a mug of hotchocolate in his hands too, Greiver yawned a little as he sat on the couch at the end and made himself comfortable. Greiver was excited to tell her about Lance and Jen asked a few questions about how their interaction had gone, not that Greiver would be a great judge for if it had gone poorly but she could see no signs of any such thing. Before long she asked for Greiver to go fetch his new housemate and he leaped up to do so - to Jen's quiet chuckle at his exuberance. Moments later Greiver was knocking on the door to Lance's bedroom to wake him and invite him down to meet with Jen, with the promise of a hot chocolate once he was downstairs.
Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Lance woke up with a frown at the knocking, he slowly stretched his body coming out from beneath the covers and looked over the open door. It's open... He said in a whisper, his voice filled with sleep. Be right there... Thanks. He said after a short sigh. He left the bed slowly almost reluctantly and put on his shoes to drag his feet to the bathroom. Last time he did that was before leaving to that swimming competition, seven years ago, and it was so weird doing it again, having a bathroom, it was great though, he definitely was going to get used to a house commodities quickly. Hey Jen. He greeted her as he finished the stairs and walked over her and Greiver. Assuming it was his, Lance took the third mug from the coffee table before sitting down. He wasn't really sure how to act around Jen, she was Sanders' friend but she didn't seem to be like her at all, and Lance had a feeling that she didn't like him much, or trust him. It wasn't her fault though, she was probably taking care of Greiver, but it made Lance a little nervous. He took a few sips from his chocolate while thinking for a few questions. Could I get a job any time soon? He paused for a moment. Sanders told me it would take a time but she wasn't sure how long would it be. Lance knew it was going to be hard for him to find a job, he had to get clean first, and prove that he was ready to be reinserted in society. And especially prove Sanders that he wouldn't get high again, that was the harder part, she knew him too well, and she found out every time he tried to fool her, luckily for Lance, she wasn't rancorous and seemed to understand him very well.