Ulrich Loki Brisonworth was finding that the recreation room was really quite boring when you were all alone. Okay, so he wasn't strictly alone but then again no one else could see the person in the room with him. Matt, his younger brother, was sitting across the table from him prattling away about nothing in particular. But no one could see that or hear it except Loki, and Loki had learned to pretend even he couldn't hear him or see him. It was only sometimes that he slipped and murmured a reply just barely above a whisper. Still, he didn't look at his brother, keeping his eyes on the game piece that he was turning between his fingers.

It was a simple monopoly piece, the little dog from the game, but it held his attention more closely then anything else here. Or at least it seemed that way, but it was really his way of paying attention to the ghostly image of his little brother without having to actually look directly at him.

He twisted the piece between gloved fingers, nearly dropping it as his brother said something that caught his attention. His head jerked up and his light gray eyes flicked to the ghostly image as his head jerked up.

"What did you say?" he asked, staring across the table at what was empty air to everyone else. For a moment he had completely forgotten about the fact that he would look insane to anyone who was watching him right then, though he had been alone up until that moment he hadn't been paying attention to if anyone else had come in since he'd zoned into what his brother said.

He stared across the table as his ghostly brother repeated himself. You know, the doctors do hinky things. Don't you think its only a matter of time before one takes a shine to you? It was a projection of his own thoughts and it was why he reacted so strongly to it. He flushed and quickly looked down again.

"No, no, they wouldn't care about me," he mumbled, a flush coloring his cheeks a bright red. He continued to fiddle with the piece in his hands, seeming more agitated now then he had before. He pushed his chair back away from the table enough to pull his skinny legs up in front of him and tuck his knees into his chest. It wasn't that hard for him to do, being that he stood 5'9" but only weight around 125 lbs, making him under weight for someone of his size. That factor made him look skinny and skeleton like in his looks, primarily his face and hands.

His clothing was baggy, a pair of light blue jeans over his hips and legs and a very pale blue turtle neck long sleeved shirt covering his upper body down to his hands. His hands were covered by tight black silk gloves that conformed to their skeletal like appearance, they were required for the fact that his sense that had been heightened by the drug was his sense of touch. He shifted his head forward, letting very pale hair fall over his shoulders. It naturally fell to the middle of his back, a silvery color at the ends and a pale blond at the roots.

With another mumble across the table that his brother was being ridiculous he went back to focusing on the little object in his hands. He didn't want to consider what his brother had to say. While he was gay he didn't want to catch the attention of someone who wouldn't care what he was either way and was only interested in their own pleasure.