"You named your cat... Mrs. Snuffles..?" Vivien questioned.

She began to snort, failing to hold back laughter.

"I didn't get to name her! She came from the shelter with that name and changing it just seemed rude!" Jordan cried out, more tears streaming from his face as Vivien's teasing continued.

"But you didn't think of a nickname or something? I don't know... maybe just call her Misses?" Vivien questioned, full on laughing now.

"Oh and what's your brother's name? Knowing this streak it's probably Mackenzie or something!" Justin snapped at Vivien.

"OH SNAP! JUSTIN BROUGHT UP VIXEN'S BROTHER! STUFF IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN! LIKE A FREAKING UPSIDE DOWN PINEAPPLE CAKE!" Andrew shouted, jumping with excitement.

"Pineapple upside down cake." Justin corrected through a snarl, refusing to look away from Vivien.

"Whatever just fight like freaking white girls over a tiny thing of lipstick." Andrew said waving his hand.

"His name is Tommy after my dead uncle." Vivien said back through clenched teeth.

"Well everyone in your family's dead. How do we know that "Tommy" isn't dead as well? How do we know that she isn't lying?" Justin fumed back, making air quotes when he said Tommy.

"Well how do we know that your gay a-" Vivien cut herself off before glancing at Andrew, who was giving her a sour look. "Your gay butt parents aren't dead?!?!"

"Because they still send me messages. What does your brother send you? Memories?!?!" Justin snapped.

"Don't say that about my brother!" Vivien shrieked, lunging at Justin.

Justin began to grapple with her, blocking her attacks with his hands.

"Face it, Vivien! Your brother is dead! And if he isn't he's probably safe with the orphanage!" Justin shouted back.

"No, he's with a family that loves him!" Vivien cried out.

"Knowing your streak if he was with a family he'd probably have killed them at age five!" Justin shouted, delivering a blow to Vivien's jaw causing her fall off him.

She slowly stood up, glaring at him.

"I may be upset that I killed my parents but that doesn't mean I won't kill you." Vivien whispered, clutching her jaw, before walking into another room.

"I'm done with her... Andrew, show her around before breakfast." Justin grumbled, storming off to a room as well.

"Well hippy do! I get to show Canary your magazine stash!" Andrew shouted, hopping up and down, clapping wildly.

"You're delusional, Andrew!" Justin shouted back, frustrated.

"He knows he doesn't own magazines. Vi Vi makes sure we have no interaction with the outside world." Andrew explained.

"Vi Vi..?" Canna whispered.

"Ya, Violet. She be a real nasty person. Truth is there's a pattern though. We might just be special or something." Andrew babbled.

Andrew showed Canna around, making sure she had time to breathe every detail in as he made weird comments that made absolutely no sense.

There was the main room that led to a thin hallway off to the side and in the hallway were five doors, each leading to a separate room. In the main room there was a box like wall in the corner that led to a bathroom and on top were boxes of storage and other assorted things.

"There really isn't much in here." Canna said out loud, staring at the boxes.

"There's more outside but you'll see that later. Let me show you you're room so you don't sleep on the floor tonight." Andrew shouted, grabbing her arm and dragging her down the hallway.

Canna glanced at the doors as she was dragged past them, smiling as she saw the uniqueness in them. One was covered in caution tape, another had a skull scratched onto it, the third one had a beat up Harry Potter poster, and the fourth one was covered in dents, splatters of paint, and scratch marks.

"Here we are!" Andrew shrieked, waving his hand at an untouched door. "No one was allowed to go into this room until someone had come to fill it so... I'M REALLY EXCITED!!!!"

Canna laughed as Andrew began jumping up and down like an excited child. She looked back at the door before grabbing the handle and held back a gasp as the door seemed to push open by itself. She gently pushed it the rest of the way open, letting her jaw drop as she looked inside.

The walls were bright blue with gulls and other sea birds painted on it. The ground was concrete with sand, shells, and ocean painted onto it. On the right side of the room a small bed lay in the corner, the frame made of drift wood and sea weed painted onto it. The sheets were pale blue and a coral pink blanket lay folded on the end of the bed as well as a black suit case, decorated with colorful splatters of paint. On the left, in the corner, a vanity, that was also ocean themed stood, the drawer handles were brightly colored shells. In one corner, next to the door, there was a shelf on one side, filled with fat white towels, glass figurines, and empty picture frames as well as empty shelves just begging to be filled.

"So pretty..." Andrew gasped, touching the wall.

"It's actually quite shocking. We're in such an awful place, yet the room is decorated and given such a homely feel." Canna whispered, sitting on the bed, listening as it creaked.

"Spy kids was a great movie." Andrew said as he continued stroking the wall.

"Whatever you say..." Canna said glancing over at him. "Could you stop stroking the walls? They aren't cats."

"THEY CAN BE WHATEVER THEY WANT TO BE! WALLS, DON'T LISTEN TO HER!" Andrew shrieked, hugging the wall closest to him.

"So... what do they want to be?" Canna questioned, genuinely curious.

"Well John wants to be an astronaut, Carol wants to be a duck, and Jimmy wants to be gay."

Canna nodded in reply, acting like she understood Andrew's reasoning.

"You guys okay in here? I heard Andrew screaming about walls."

Canna looked over at the doorway to see Justin leaning against the frame.

"Other than questioning reality in itself, I'm fine!" Andrew shouted.

"Wasn't asking you specifically, Andrew. We all know your always fine." Justin said, sighing.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS!" Andrew shrieked, running out of the room.

"Is... he alright..?" Canna questioned, staring at the door, leaning forward in anticipation, as if waiting for the red head to return.

"He does that more often than you would think possible." Justin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

Canna nodded in understanding while bringing her knees to her chest.

"Since Andrew showed you around a bit, I thought I'd show you our rooms." Justin said after clearing his throat and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Speaking of which, are they all so nicely decorated?" Canna asked, standing up.

"Yes, actually." He responded, laughing a bit. "There's a guy named Timone who designs the rooms. He's got a weird necklace thing that keeps him from escaping."

"Why does he paint the rooms?" Canna pried more, walking out of the room with Justin.

"Not just paints, designs." He paused a bit as if contemplating what to say. "He kinda has this weird power thing that tells him who will be in that particular room. It's funny considering he only sees what he is meant to see. For example, when he walked into your room, before it was painted, he saw it fully painted and decorated and as he pieced it together he could no longer see what it looked like."

"Well that's a sad power..." Canna muttered as they walked up to the door with a skull on it.

"It actually served as a greater use when he was younger, apparently. It probably doesn't help that he's captured now." Justin babbled, opening the door. "This, is my room."

It was quite a similar set up as Canna's, besides having a different theme. The floor was painted like grass and the walls showed a war scene. There weren't any injuries but the scene showed men ducking and streaks of bullets shooting through the sky. The bed was a couple boxes with a thick red sleeping bag on it and the dresser was painted like camouflage. She made a mental note that the drawers had no handles and instead had small holes to use in their place. The shelf was filled with different types of guns and other assorted weapons, leaving no space untouched by their threatening looks.

"Why haven't you used these to escape?" Canna inquired, waving a hand at the assorted weapons on the shelf.

"Because," Justin stated, knocking where air should have been. "The openings of the shelf are covered with a thick set of plexiglass. If I had the right tool I'm sure I would eventually be able to get them out. Also, emphasis on eventually."