Fleur-de-lis

Psalm of Dissonance

Vanitas' p.o.v

The click of my dorm room lock startles me awake. I'd barely gotten any sleep with being so cold last night. The door opens and one of the administators is standing in the doorway. I'd almost forgotten that I was imprisoned here.

"Time to get up." He states.

His voice was deep and befitting of his stoic appearance. A tall and decently strong looking redhead with an expressionless face.

I rub my eyes to try and clear up my vision before getting up. There was no way the sun was up. What trash was this? I step out into the hallway, still shivering from the coldness of my room. The other boys lined the hall, having been woken up too.

"It's breakfast time, kids." One of the other admins calls out.

I was still a little sleepily confused but food sounded pretty good right now. We're led through the plain halls till we find a mess hall. Inside looked like an average school lunchroom but even more borring. Meals had been pre-prepared as if they just decided what everyone would eat for them...which seemed to be the case.

We're ushered inside and the door is suddenly shut behind us and locks.

"What the hell?" I question.

"They'll be back in exactly one hour." Somebody says.

I turn to see that it was the guy I sat next to yesterday speaking. A brunette kid with a slightly emo but mostly preppy hairstyle.

"Huh?"

"If we don't get about an hour of unsupervised time a day, the state would see it as a violation of our privacy. They like to do it early and durring breakfast time so we just focus on eating."

"That's really underhanded." I observe.

He walks up and extends his hand. "My name's Robert"

I hesitate, staggered by the sudden onset of socializing.

"Uh-Vanitas." I state, shaking his hand.

"Wow. That has some edge to it." Robert smirks.

"You should hear my sibling's names." I say.

"Come on, let's grab some food and I'll tell you how things work here." Robert takes my hand and leads me to a table, lunch bags already packed and ready and a few more boys do the same.

"Oh. The new guy." One of them adresses. "Smooth move challenging Father Arsehole yesterday."

"Really, Marshall?" Robert reprimands.

"What?" Marshall, a blonde with a short, almost military haircut starts. "This place isn't a joke and he comes and just stirs the shit." Marshall looks directly at me. "Respect, but try not to be stupid."

Robert rolls his eyes. "That's Marshall." He points to a guy with black hair with blue lowlights that had almost completely faded. "Gabriel." Then he gestures to another guy with brown hair similar to his but longer and with a more pop culture hairstyle. "Ian. And thenCameron." Another brunette with lighter and longer hair.

They all say "hey" in union.

"You should eat." Robert suggests. "We eat and talk at the same time here because it's the only way to have enough time to communicate."

"Uh-okay." I say, opening the bag in front of me. Inside was a poorly prepared sandwich, water and an apple.

"Yeah It's shit." Robert comments, noticing the disappointed look on my face.

Regardless, I wasn't that picky with food. It wasn't like I'd get anything else so I bite into the sandwich.

"Sooo..." Marshall begins. "What's your story, new guy?"