It's annoying me to admit I helped design this program. And they say I'm stuck here for a month because of Jesse alone. And I threatened Cleo. I get my phone at least.
Cleo isn't talking to me. And Mom has admitted Cleo regrets inviting me to this Bunker. She's stuck with me cause no one wants me to die. I can care less to an extent. I just comfort myself by roleplaying the Apocalypse with the bots and a few players.
Which is so annoying. Cleo seperated me from the herd cause she's a bitch. The faculty admitted it cause well... I flirted with a bot in DMs. And they hate this scenario cause they want me to just relax. But I want to game and get married.
They brought me my clothes, at least. Not all of it. But some good clothes regardless. I'll look good for the faculty and my fellow crazies.
Which I notice when I calm down, they're all cute. Even the fat ones are hot with their face at least. Which I'm bored and desperate. I'll probably motivate them with sex and love to get them to lose weight.
It's stupid as the day progresses. Cleo wanys me on new mental health pills and isolated here for a year. It's annoying cause she doesn't like how I act on the roleplay server. I've been a flirtatious whore on there to her as a character. Then easily gunning down enemies. The staff are slightly concerned as well. But the cute former soldier turned therapist, Dr.Tanner, thinks I'm stable with the attitude of a Soldier. But he thinks I'm concerning for a petty reason.
"You can survive without a boyfriend, August. Just try to entertain yourself." Dr.Tanner consoles.
We are going through lame counciling group sessions as well. As a amateur psychologist, I often feel like a arrogant kid who knows everything. So I just color in pages and draw during them.
It's day 2 now. And I am starting a wonderful conversation with a spiritualist satanist named Lucius and a former security guard named Jacov. Lucius is tanned with hair gelled up in a pompadour. He wears a red anf black plaid button up. A black t-shirt shoeing the art for a super mario map with a Satanist star and circle linking the levels together. Black skinny jeans. And black socks.
Jacob just wears casual clothes, and is a mix of buff and chubby. He just wears a green t-shirt, blue jean shorts, and blue crocs. He's white with long black hair. And green eyes.
"So you had a bad breakdown over that Adol guy? Funny." Lucius teases.
"Shut up, he was so cute and had a dojo." I day, annoyed.
"Now I want to meet him. Did he practice swordplay?" Jacob asks warmly.
"He did actually. And he was fast and clever with the kendo stick." I say with love in my voice.
"But he was betrothed to your step-sister? I hate Indian vibes like that." Jacob complains.
"Agreed. Except I call it medieval." I say, bitter.
"Yeah, love should be free guys. I hate it. But the politician in me likes it to an extent. Cause it helps make relationships between countries and families and what not work. And straining them." Lucius explains with Machivellian charm.
I smile mischeviously at Lucius's words as I stare at a wall. Jacob chuckles as well. Lucius grins while looking at me.
"You like that, huh?" Lucius asks warmly.
"The potential of bad relationships? Yeah, that strain is so rad." I say happily.