Breaktime

[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy tapped her foot in the air in time to the beat blasting from her iPod. She sat in the break room alone, sipping a Mountain Dew and eating some ice cream she'd brought from home.

She was just thankful no one had stolen it out of the fridge. She would have had to kill someone if they had taken her ice cream.

She snorted at the thought and shook her head before grabbing the remote off the table and turning on the large plasma-screen T.V. The Saints game was on, and she wanted to catch what little she could while on break.

At least she didn't live like these patients. Staff members had access to T.V.s, phones, computers, and freedom. Anything they wanted and it was theirs. Unlike those stuck here just because of some sort of special ability they had.

She set her spoon down and stared down into her ice cream bowl. It almost made her feel guilty, to be honest. Her. A woman who has probably killed over a hundred men felt a pang of conscience for these patients.

At least the men she killed never suffered before dying. Hell, some of them experienced the greatest pleasure they'd ever known before breathing their last breath.

But these people? They were trapped here, unable to live. Unable to be free. Unable to see the ones they loved.

But of course, there was nothing Ivy could do about that. She mentally shook herself and turned up the volume of the T.V., drowning her thoughts in the roar of the New Orleans crowd.

[Daniel Gainsborough]

Danny sighed, it was finally break time and he had just finished mopping all the halls on the first floor and he was ready to take a look at the staff room computers like he'd been planning.

"damn, had i known it would have been this tiring i would have applied as a male nurse" he muttered to himself quietly, his stomach growled loudly "hmm, guess i should grab my lunch first..."

As he reached the door he opened it, looking left and right to see if anyone else was in the hall, to his relief there were none but as he entered he noticed a person sitting in the break room looking at the TV

"damn!" he thought "so much for hacking into the computers" his plan foiled by mere coincidence Danny decided it would be a good idea to at least eat something, as he walked past the person watching he instantly recognized who it was "hey, it's that new-ish nurse.. what was her name again?" he paused and looked at her for a moment only a moment, and as his thoughts began to stray his stomach growled once more, louder this time, embarrassed Danny hurried to the fridge.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Ivy glanced up as the door creaked open. 'Dear God, please don't let it be Dr. Luna. I can't stand the woman.' But as a male appeared, she instantly relaxed and turned back to the T.V. No male scared her, she didn't care how smart, strong, or clever they were. They always ended up shedding blood on her floors.

But hey, she at least tried to keep work and pleasure seperate.

"You're the new guy, aren't you?" She asked, her Irish accent heavy in her words. Taking another sip of her Mountain Dew, she watched him. At first, he'd seemed like he was a little disappointed at something, but now, he was mainly focused with his lunch break.

Which, of course, she didn't blame him. At only 120 lbs, she had an overactive metabolism that had only been sped up since she started this hectic job. But she honestly loved this place. It was her passions all built up in one, and it fascinated her.

[Daniel Gainsborough]

As he reached for the refridgerator door he looked back towards the woman, he smiled "oh, yes I am, my name is david Barret, though I am used to being called Danny"

He retrieved his lunch from the fridge and sat down near the woman "and you are?" he noticed the sports game on the T.V but was uninterested.

"well, i guess it's not a total loss, it never hurts to build connections, especially at the rate I've been going..." he thought as he unwrapped his lunch, it was a bento, or boxed lunch, which he bought on the way to work.

Before digging in he felt his luch, finding it too cold danny rose to put it in the microwave

[Ivy O'Shea]

"I'm Ivy O'Shea." She stated, before glancing up at the T.V. as the running back made a run for the goal zone. She murmured a soft "go, go, go!" under her breath as he dodged the other players and beelined to make a touchdown.

"Yes!" She sat back, grinning. "Sorry. I'm not much of a football fan, but when it comes to these Saints, I'm attached, I guess." She turned towards him as he microwaved his food. "So how do you get Danny from David? I'm quite curious."

[Daniel Gainsborough]

"uh oh" Danny thought "can't exactly tell her i reported in a war zone can i? hmmm...." quickly debating with himself what to say Danny finally came up with an answer

he chuckled " well, long story short, i got into a lot of fights when i was a kid, most of which were not in my favor and worse yet i was doing it willingly. So after these fights i would end up beaten and bloodied and after a while my friends started calling me 'Danny boy' cuz to them it seemed like i was trying to get myself killed" he laughed at the slightly "maybe the weren't wrong, after a while it kinda stuck and got shortened to Danny"

Quietly, Danny held a breath, although it was true that he got into a few fights in his childhood, but this ragtag story had to keep him from being found out and this made him feel uneasy.

the microwave beeped it's familiar beep indicating Danny's food was done, he removed it and sat back down.

[Ivy O'Shea]

Yeah. He was lying. She could tell part of his story was true, but that wasn't how he got the name "Danny." She showed no hint of mistrust in her features. She simply smiled at him, "A fighter, yeah? Well being Irish myself, and a farmgirl, I got into a little too many fights when I was younger, too." And I still do fight. Only this time I fuck, fight, then feed. In that order. "When I moved to America, though, it only got worse. I got picked on a lot for my red hair and my accent." She shrugged. "Looking back, I don't see why I really cared. I guess I was just so prideful that I couldn't let insults to my heritage pass."

Ivy stood slowly and picked up her empty ice cream bowl and took it to the sink to rinse it out. "So how do you like it here at Animosity?"

[Daniel Gainsborough]

"well, i can understand that, we're all guilty of defending our pride" Danny said in an understanding tone. he didn't watch as Ivy went to the sink but he could hear, and he reponded without looking.

"how do i like it here huh? kinda hard to say... it's weird... this place... it's not like 'i feel out of place' more like, if you can belive it, like 'this place has secrets'. i don't know how to explain it, i guess this place just creeps me out is all" all between eating his lunch

Danny looked toward Ivy "what about you? from what i hear you're not that much newer than me, any tips? hints? or anything i should know?" hoping to hear something interesting danny listened intently