The price of truth' 'OPEN

[Daniel Gainsborough]

Daniel paced slowly between the many graves, walking aimlessly, muttering to himself quietly, he liked this place, because of its atmosphere few people showed up giving him much needed privacy to think. It had been quite some time since Danny managed to infiltrate the asylum, posing as a mere custodian, but things had proven more problematic than previously predicted. Danny's gaze shifted from one grave to the next as he walked, thoughts running around quietly in his mind. Part of him hoped that his father's killer was an occupant of one of these blank graves, part of him didn't, but he knew what he wanted most... was the truth... what really happened to his father...

Danny stopped, exhaled, and focused his thoughts. "nothing... " he thought. "not a damn thing... " Danny referred to the fact that, despite his lengthy time in the asylum, he had learned absolutely nothing of the killer since he got here, barring a few stray rumours here and there. his pacing began once more, slowly this time. "god damn it... I'm only a journalist, not some super spy, what in the hell did I get myself into... " Danny struggled to come up with a solution to his dilemma , on one hand he wanted to pursue this with a dogged determination, and on the other he knew he couldn't trust anyone to help him; not the patients and, from the feeling he got when around them, CERTAINLY not the other staff. Danny checked his watch and found he still had a half an hour of his break left, frustrated by his lack of progress he let out a big sigh and muttered a small "god damn...." before picking up his pace and running through his thoughts for the umpteenth time.

Time passed, and Danny's concentration became fixated on his thoughts, so much so that he never even noticed the footsteps approaching until they were too close to be ignored. Danny stopped pacing and immediately faced this person, both hands behind his back, one turned into a fist as it was eclipsed by his body, just in case. Any look of concern or seriousness was immediately and instinctively replaced with his carefree smirk in an attempt to project as warm a reception as he could manage, he may of had no luck with making connections so far but that doesn't mean he was going to give up.

"well, hello there..." He greeted.

[Animosity Leviathan]

The outfit

Ana yawned. Stretching her arms above her head as she stood in front of the door that lead to the graveyard. It seemed like a nice day outside, but she hadn't been out in awhile. Today, she felt as if the light wind was calling her name. Her light blue orbs scanned the door for the handle and she gripped it. On an exhale, she twisted the knob and pushed it open.

Sunlight. Warm, sunlight brushed her face as the daytime greeted her. Ana held her hand above her eyes, shielding them from the brightness and she smiled.

"This is so nice. I wish I could go outside more often."

She was referring to the fact of the matter that she suffered through too many tests and surgeries a week that she hardly ever had time to herself anymore. This was one of the days she had away from the doctors, so she was going to make the most of it.

As she stepped off the concrete patio and onto the grass she felt the need to take her shoes off, but she was too lazy. Her black converse stayed on her small feet as she began walking. She was also wearing a black t shirt with a zombie panda on it and it read "Cupcakes" in lime green letters, with a cupcake surrounded by a heart. She wore simple flare jeans and her hair was down.

As she walked through the winding pathway of tombstones, she noted there was another soul out and about like she was. Animosity didn't want to startle the person so she tried to deviate from her path. When she failed to do so, she heard his voice saying "Well...hello there..."

"Uhm, hi. How are you?"

She turned to face the man and, as she assumed, it was the janitor. "What are you doing out here?"

[Daniel Gainsborough]

like a fool Danny spoke before he acted, dumbfounded by the figure before him, having no immediate responses in mind Danny was left with little to say to the woman before him so he scrambled, scrambled for anything. "oh me?" He said, keeping his tone calm and playful. "well! I'm just enjoying the wondrous day of course! making the most of my break eh?" he turned his head up to the sky and sighed "well... maybe nothing as extravagant as that but... this place is a pretty good place to think... almost no one comes around ya know?" he tilted his head towards her with a quizzical look . "what about you? you'd be the first person I've ever seen here... well... aside from the gravediggers of course..." he examined the woman before him, noting her features. "i think... yea... she's a patient isn't she? " Danny had seen her face around before but never had the pleasure of meeting her... it was odd, from the way she dressed she looked fairly normal... he wondered... maybe, in another life... but danny shook himself from these thoughts, he had a chance to get to know someone who knew the intracacies of the asylum, however minor, he had to concentrate.

[Animosity Leviathan]

Ana couldn't help but realize that this male couldn't keep his train of thought under control, he seemed....distracted. The way he looked up at the sky, talking about how nice the day was, and then asking what she was doing. Her vivid blue eyes stared him down, concentrating on what he was thinking.

"Well...me, I like to come here and dream."

He did mention that no one came around here much, she guessed he'd never noticed her. Ana came here to dream. Yes, she loved to dream, but not the kind of dream most would think. She dreamed that one day she'd find her mother and finally leave this hell hole for good. If she died trying, she'd be damned if Craig didn't go down with her.

She flipped her long dark hair and smiled sweetly. Maybe this person could help her. Then again, no staff member could ever be trusted.

Not. A. Single. One.

[Daniel Gainsborough]

Danny could feel her eyes bearing down on him, she was observing him, trying to figure out what Danny was thinking. Good, Danny liked it when people couldn't read him, it made hiding his agenda all that much easier.

"you come here to dream huh?"

Danny watched as the woman before him fiddled with her hair and smiled, beautiful as though it may have looked, Danny could tell it was practiced. She didn't trust him, though it was obvious, a patient and an asylum staff member? Pretty much like a prisoner and a prison guard, no love lost there. Still though, Danny persisted with his nonchalant attitude, his smirk still present on his face.

"Heh... not sure if that's poetic or ironic... choosing to dream in a place where others have no choice but too..."

Danny paused for a moment, realising that he had yet to introduce himself, a terrible first move when trying to make first impressions.

"the names.." he paused, making sure he gave the woman the correct name, lest he blow his own cover "... David... David Barrett... by the way..."