Just another morning inside a crazy ward. :D
We stand in the middle of a dimly lit corridor. The walls and tiles are a sterile white, and they stink of antiseptic and something that you haven't the faintest clue what it is, but you only ever seem to find in hospitals. Even through our jackets and pants, we feel cold. You instinctively shove your hands into your pockets in an attempt to keep warm. It's futile though. I don't even bother.
7 AM, and the orderlies were already braying at the patients to wake up. Ray Toro rolled out of bed, tangled in the sheets. It was no different from any of the other mornings in this place. How could they insist that they were only here to 'help' when all they did was make it worse? He glanced over at his room-mate, Bob Bryar, who yawned in response. “Good fuckin' grief!” Bob swore softly, before leaving the barely warm confines of his bed for the even colder rooms and hallways.
Together, they padded down the hall to the nurses station, to get what they needed to take a shower and whatnot. There, they saw Mikey, Gerard and Frank leave the room they shared. Yeah, did I mention this place was crowded already or what?
Frank shared a room with the Way brothers, sleeping in a recliner in there. It wasn't much, but he was small, and had a tendency to curl himself into a ball when he slept, so he managed. Not to say that it gave him the most restful sleep in the world or anything. Soon, they'd be running out of places to have people sleep. They'd have them across the hallway floors and the dayroom and more. It was getting nearly ridiculous. They joined the end of the long line that shuffled it's way nearly like a dead animal, so slow that at some times it didn't even so much as twitch.
“Fuck, by the time we get there it's gonna be time for lunch.” Mikey said, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. Even with the thick sweater he wore, he felt the chill. That's the thing about here. You have to sleep in your sweater, or else you freeze your ass off. Even if you did, you probably would freeze.
“No shit, Sherlock.” Gerard muttered, scratching his hair absentmindedly. “Guys, how about we not start this shit first thing in the morning?” A voice came from behind them. Turning around, Ray caught sight of the owner of the voice, one tired Ryan Ross. “Oh, hey Ryan.”
Now at this point, I need some more inmates for this place. Leave a character description in a review?