Kitchen

Crow had gotten pretty hungry after the events in his bedroom, and training most of the day. He noted someone else in the kitchen. Yousuga, looked like she was eyeing some of the treats there. He smirked a little bit and leaned in against the doorframe. "Hey there....you gonna make some of those?" He hadn't really spoken with her a whole lot, nobody really did. Not a lot was known about this girl, but everyone seemed to avoid her. He figured if anything he might try to see why. What's up with her that made everyone so....uncomfortable?

He turned his head, seeing the girl trying to get by him. Rubbing the back of his head, he chuckled nervously and took a wide step to the side. "Oh, sorry about that, didn't see you there." Clearing his throat a bit he moved over to the refrigerator. Pulling the door open he grabbed a beer, and flicked the cap off with his thumb. Turning back to Robin, he leaned back against the wall. "So um, you one of the new guys? We've been getting a lot of those here lately...."

"Robin huh?" He noted most of her hesitations. Was she just this nervous being so new? Or was something not quite right upstairs? He couldn't really tell, she seemed alright enough though. Taking a sip of the beer, he seemed to be thinking of something to say next. She seemed uncomfortable but awkward silences made him uncomfortable. "So Robin, how long you been here? You meet up with any of the other guys yet?" He wasn't sure if woodpecker had greeted her yet or not, or anyone else for that matter.

He smirked a bit and chuckled slightly, sipping away at the beer once more. "Ah the states eh? No wonder, it sounded like you were having some trouble. Don't sweat it you're not worse than anyone else here. Man, I'm starving." Turning back to the cabinets she had since moved from he reached in and began shuffling around until he found a bag of jerky and peanut butter. Grabbing a spoon he tore the bag open and took off the lid of the peanut butter, starting into a very...odd lunch.

Marik walked down the hall toward the kitchen, looking around at the strange and unfamiliar place. He'd only been here a few days, and it was the first time he'd ventured out of his room. He just... couldn't leave his room any earlier. His closet was always a mess, no matter how many times he tried to reorganize it, over and over and over again... And the nightmares... They wouldn't leave him alone, they just kept coming, and coming... He couldn't stop being angry, and he'd be angry at absolutely nothing, and there was nothing for him to vent his anger on except to throw his blankets and clothes (well, what very few, near non-existant clothes he had) all around, which would once again force him to have to reorganize it and put it the way it was supposed to be... He thought he would go insane from it.

But finally, he could think now. He could think, and be calm, and now that he was fine, he was hungry, and he needed food. So he made his way into the kitchen, only pausing for a minute or so at the people already in there. Since none of them held an interest to him at the moment, he made his way over to the counters to get some food.

Marik paused as he heard a female voice call out. He wasn't sure if it was directed at him or not. Should he ignore her and just go on? No, that would be rude... He should look and see if she was looking at him. If she was, then he'd know. If not, then he could just go on his way. He tuned toward the voice and saw the girl looking at him. He stared at her for a moment as she asked about the extract. What was vanilla extract? Was that some kind of ice cream? He guessed so. She must want ice cream. He wouldn't mind some either. "Okay..." he said softly.