The Dream Police ~Open~

Ambrose sat in the cafeteria, the normal hustle and/or bustle passing him by. His head hung low over his plate of food, a meager breakfast by any standards. Of course, he really wasn't interested in the food. His eyes fluttered close and snapped open in a cycle every few seconds. God, he needed more sleep. He was tired of...well, being tired. It was a constant drain on pretty much everything. Perhaps he should see some form of psychiatrist or psychologist, or...wait, were they the same thing? Gah, this is the kind of thing that happened when he was tired.

Ambrose would sit up and poke at the food on his plate, and grimace. Maybe some lively interaction or happening would awaken him the rest of the way.

Ambrose would pick his head up slightly, just in time to see a girl wearing dark clothes and a satanic necklace scurry right past him. Ambrose would watch the girl pass by him, and lo and behold, something caught her foot and she tripped, food flying everywhere. A smirk would start to crawl across Ambrose's face, before he quelled it. Sure, it was amusing, and had it been a guy, he probably would've laughed out loud. But he was trying to be a nice guy, so he figured the first course of action should be to turn around and check to see if the girl was alright.

However as he went to turn around, he caught the girl's eyes, practically blackened with rage, and he heard her voice call him out for tripping her. Great, maybe it would've been better to just mind hid own business. Now he had a migraine because of this girl's shouting. But it was too late to just turn back around and say nothing now. After all, hadn't he just been asking for this kind of thing to happen?

Ambrose would turn around the rest of the way, his eyes turning the same deep crimson they did when he was changed, and he would lock eyes with the girl, and talk to her in a calm, yet sharp voice. "No, it wasn't me. Why would I have any reason to trip you, a girl I don't even know? Now, if you'd like, we could go get you more food, or you could come here, stop making a scene, and try to calm down." Ambrose would say, not sure if the girl would take him up on either offer. He had learned early that the easiest way to calm someone was to react calmly and take away their reason for being angry.