As darkness enraptured all seven of them, Doe Eyes and Psychee stood more attentive than the rest of the members. They shared a silence between themselves as the sound of muffled talking was heard in front of them and soft snores were heard behind them. The two of them were misplaced; by eleven, they had to be in the cells they shared with others, and by one, they had to be asleep. It didn't matter how they got to sleep, either by a beating, drug, or they simply welcomed it.
For an odd reason, Doe Eyes' insomnia had gotten to him, not sleeping for the last three days had made him restless and he ended up kicking a hole into one of the stone walls that lined the cellar they were currently in after a few hours or so. He limped about, enough to make Aero and Shachi wonder what was wrong with him, but he said that his leg just felt numb rather than pain. Even Psychee who was next to him felt something that he could call curiosity. It took a lot for Doe Eyes to start limping; even the weights on his ankles never got him into that state.
Psychee, on the other hand, was locked out of his cell by his own cell mates before curfew. It wasn't in his system of what to do if this happened. He decided to just stay idle until the Director came by to tell him what to do. But Doe Eyes had appeared sooner and struck up a conversation, something that was out of the ordinary for him.
And this is how Doe Eyes and Psychee ended up here now, half awake and eavesdropping on a conversation between two unidentified people.
"Psyche..." Doe Eyes said the other's nickname quietly. Said male just moved his eyes over to response to the blonde. "I feel tired…"
"…" was all that the dark haired male responded with for the moment, "You say that as if I understand the concept of sleep."
"I'm sorry… I forgot…"
"… I see. It's OK."
The two of them quickly finished their conversation as one of the two people said there goodbye to the other. Doe Eyes and Psychee watched the light from upstairs pour down when the cellar door opened. "You two?" Someone said from atop of the stairs. "You guys should be asleep by now."
The person above them was Shirley, the nurse for this section of the facility. She quickly descended to their level before turning on one of the small lanterns to see them clearly. "Doe Eyes, the circles under your eyes are getting darker." She said like she was actually worried, "And Psychee, I understand you can't technically sleep, but you should at least be in your cell doing something productive."
"You say that as if you actually care." Psychee said bluntly. Carefully choosing words directed toward someone of a high status wasn't really important to him, also with having his battery overrun, he cared even less. "My cell has already been locked by the guards, so there is no way for me to get in as of now."
Shirley gave Psychee a dirty look; he was one to talk. He couldn't really decipher or tell what emotions were, so who was he to say that to her? Then again, it was the truth, she really didn't care about what the backstory behind Doe Eyes and Psychee being out of their cells were. She had said that she didn't care so many times that Psychee took notice of it already.
"Watch your mouth, Psychee." Shirley said, getting close in his personal space. "I'll go get the keys so you can get in, Psychee. Do you want me to give you some sleeping pills, Doe Eyes?"
Doe Eyes shook his head slowly, "The Director already put me on two different types of sleeping pills, and they don't appear to be working… seeing that how it's three in the morning and I'm still up… even though I have a match tomorrow…"
Shirley nodded her head and went up the stairs to retrieve the keys while Doe Eyes and Psychee kept silent. "You have a match tomorrow?"
"Yeah, with some man named called 'The Hawk', it's supposed to be based on his finger formation…"
