Betcha didn't think I'd update this fast, huh? Well, I told you, I already had the last chapter written, I just had to publish it~
Enjoy!
Graves sighed. The outburst from the second pair of twins didn't sound like good news to her. She put on a smile, grabbed her notepad and walked out of the cafeteria. All the new arrivals were coming so fast, she had at least expected some down time to rest.
The two new patients were standing in the lobby with five large men surrounding them. They looked harmless enough, smiling pleasantly, if not a bit mischievously, but from the looks of the bulges in their escort's chests not everyone agreed with her.
The twins each had strawberry-orange-blonde hair with black roots peeking out from their scalps. The girl was a short, petite little thing with no womanly figure to speak of, while the male was taller and more muscular. Without waiting for the five intimidating men, both of them started forward at the same time, extending their hands and saying "We're the notorious cat-burglars, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer!"
"Hey, watch what yer doin' there." The largest escort nudged the girl. She gave him a glare, before turning back to Nurse Graves.
She smiled, uncapping her pen. "I'm going to have to ask you men to fill out a form for each of them, while I ask the questions." The largest man grunted and they walked over to the desk.
Graves could see they were from the 'bad' side of town… all seven of them had thick, Cockney accents. She assumed this what who Victoria was talking about when she mentioned someone she knew with an accent.
"What were your names again?" She asked politely.
They smiled wide, saying in unison, "The notorious Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer!"
"Which-" She started, only to be cut off.
"I'm Mungojerrie!" Said the male, while "And Rumpleteazer!" was said by the girl.
Graves wrote it down, before scribbling it out. "How do you spell that?"
Rumpleteazer spoke first. "I dunno… R-U-M-P-L-E-T-E-A-Z-E-R?"
"Alright," Graves wrote down the strange spelling. "And…?"
"M-U-N-G-O-J-E-R-R-I-E."
She quickly scribbled it, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure it's not J-E-R-R-Y?"
"Positive." He smiled, using all his teeth and put an arm around Rumpleteazer's shoulders.
Pointy teeth.
Possible incest.
Reagan Jacobson "Rumpleteazer"
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Birthday: March 23
Height: 5'3"
Hair: Orange-blond, black roots
Eyes: Green
Max Jacobson "Mungojerrie"
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: March 23
Height: 6'0"
Hair: Orange-dark blond, black roots
Eyes: Brown
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Munkustrap sighed. Mistoffelees had started a food fight with Victoria and Electra, and it was getting very messy (as lunch was mostly soup) and very out of control. The three women in charge of food were doing their best to stop it, but so far the three patients had ignored them. The twins, Coricopat and Tantomile were watching with amusement, and were showing no signs of wanting to stop the fight.
He stood up, a nerve twitching in his temple. The back of his head had started to pound and he knew he was going to have a horrible headache later.
Taking his near-empty bowl, Munkustrap brought his arm back and hurled it at the ground. It shattered, and the three patients throwing soup at each other paused and looked at him, as well as the food providers. "Will you all stop acting like miscreants?" Munkustrap started. "We are here under very grave circumstances and frankly as the only person here with the mind of an adult, and also as the tribe Leader, I am ordering you to act your age and not your shoe size!
"Throwing soup at each other is no way to lighten the situation! If you're upset about what happened, then at least you could talk about it before trying to act like it never happened! Now, I have an atrocious headache, with trying to figure out why we are like this and all, and I would very much appreciate it if you were quiet for the time being, as some people are trying to be mature about this!
"That being said, I want all of you to put down the bowls, go ask Nurse Graves for some cleaning supplies, clean up this mess and then spend the rest of the day in your separate rooms!"
Finished, Munkustrap was breathing heavily. "And… sorry about the bowl." One of the lunch women nodded.
Victoria spoke first after that, "You're… the Leader?"
The doors to the cafeteria slammed open, hitting the walls behind them. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer took in the scene: split pea soup every where, Munkustrap standing very menacingly over the three covered in soup, a broken bowl on the floor, and five patients looking at Munkustrap, dumbstruck.
"Awkward…" Mungojerrie said, before the two of them strolled in, and took their own soup from the counter. Rumpleteazer stood above where Electra was sitting in a green puddle, while Mungojerrie took where Mistoffelees and Victoria stood. They both dumped their own soup on the others.
This was the last straw for Munkustrap. "I don't care that you two just got here, your little tricks will not be tolerated! As Leader, I shouldn't do this, but so help me if I see you pulling anything, I will punch you both in places you will not forget!
"Now, if only there was another person here with the brain of an even partially mature adult, I would be able to contain everyone!" He put his fingers up to his temple, and sat down again.
"Well, I'm pretty sure you won't be getting anyone even remotely mature for a while." Nurse Graves said from the doorway, notepad tucked under her arm and uncapped pen over her ear.
A tanned young man in his early twenties looked out from behind her. He had bright blue eyes and light brown hair. "Hey, big bro!" He said, waving, before smirking and showing a brand of the Sparm Brow reserved only to him. "And hello, Victoria."
Robert Thorn "Rum Tum Tugger" (at this point, he had snatched the notepad out of her hands and added 'THE' in front of it)
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: August 3
Height: 5'6
Hair: Light brown, blond highlights
Eyes: Blue
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Just before Graves drifted off to sleep that night, she remembered something Reagan and Max had said.
"Cat-burglars?"