rakuen | Sunday, Midday

Characters: Alex and Sam
Format: Prose
This log is: closed
Location: Mercantile Quarter
Summary: Alex hasn't been eating properly for a while now, and with added stresses his body finally gives out on him.
Warnings: Possibility for some abuse-related triggers.

Alex rushes out of the black dorms and into the centre of the campus and wanders into the mercantile quarter. He wanders throughout the various shops with no plan and no idea of what to do really. He couldn't even start to think of how he felt about Becca, and she was ready to tell him how she really liked him. Could he actually manage to return those feelings? Did she expect him to eventually...? He couldn't process it right now. It was happening too fast, but he also left her with no answer in her room. What was she feeling? It couldn't be easy to have the person you like walk out on you. He couldn't say he really knew, he never really had a crush on anyone.

He was too busy trying to calm his reeling mind to notice the worsening headache, dry-mouth, or the pain in his stomach reminding him to eat. The headache and dry-mouth at least were normal for him now. He figured it was from needing to teach a class, not because he was not eating enough or properly. He stumbled down one of the streets, heading towards the main shop to ask Recette if she had any pain-killers.

His begins to have tunnel-vision, even if he wouldn't even know to call it that. He stumbles after a moment, loosing his feet from under him. He collapses on the street, falling almost slowly as he tries to hold onto consciousness.

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Fortunately for Alex, this occurs outside of the bookstore. Initially, Sam suspected he merely tripped, but something didn't smell right. So he left the building and hurried out to him. He recognized him as one of the teachers, but he couldn't recall his name. "Hey, you there? Listen, I'm a doctor, I can help you." He crouched over him, and started checking his vitals, and his pupils.

Alex took a few seconds to come to. He groaned and started trying to sit up, though as soon as he realized there was someone over him, he scoots back a bit, pulling into himself.

After a beat he seems to have gotten a handle on his surroundings, looking to Sam. He peaces together what he heard in his half-roused state and takes a breath, "o-oh sorry... I-I'm fine...." He smiles at Sam, laughing a bit nervously, "J-just stressed..."

"I'll say," he replied. "Just chill here for a minute. What's been going on?" He sat back on his heels, so he was still kneeling next to Alex.

Alex relaxes a bit now that he's got a better bearing of his surroundings. "G-girl problems... I th-think I was having a p-panic attack." He had been starting to have one indeed, but he was also thin as a rail. He had rushed out from Becca's room without his sweatshirt, meaning that that his arms were bare. It was clear to see how thin his arms were, not to mention the scars they were covered in.

He took in everything he saw, but if he made any kind of judgement, it didn't show on his face. "Have you been eating okay? I know first-hand what stress can do to a person if you're not taking care of yourself."

Alex looks a bit guilty. He had kept meaning to ask what was nutritious and good for you, but his stomach stopped growling when he ate anything, so he just kept eating anything. That anything was usually sweets, cakes, or other desserts.

"I-I think... m-maybe... 'm n-not sure, really." He never really felt hungry, so it shouldn't have been a problem, right?

"Tell me what you've been doing. I promise I'm not going to make fun of you. Sometimes the memory loss this place knocks people for a loop," he said, smiling patiently.

"N-nothing in p-particular? I-I've been trying ta write a program f-for the PDAs... Th-there's a girl, she l-likes me... but I just ran out on h-her." He wrings his hands a bit. "B-but m-maybe I haven't been eating right. N-never had t-ta eat n-normal food before...."

He listened patiently, and still didn't seem to make any judgement on him. He's gotten used to dealing with some memory-induced weirdness. But that didn't seem to be the case here. "Why don't you and I head to the cafeteria and I'll give you a better idea of what you need to be doing. How's that?"

"Y-ou're n-not gonna ask w-what I am?" If anything he seemed relieved that Sam wasn't going to ask. He stood slowly, holding onto his head a bit. "O-okay. I g-guess that sounds okay." He was a little wobbly as he stood, but he maintained his balance.

"I did suspect you weren't human. I have a really good nose. I'm not human either," he answered. "I know you're not a vampire, so I thought either you'd forgotten or you'd get to telling me eventually." He hung near Alex, ready to catch him if he went down again. He reached around him and kept a hand just behind the small of his back. "Unless there's something other than food you need to survive on."

Alex jumped at that hand, but caught himself on Sam's shoulder, letting out a deep breath and continuing as if he hadn't just jumped out of his own skin. "W-well, n-not here. H-here I d-don't have to. I n-normally haveta eat negative feelings, but I g-get a sense of why that f-feeling is there while having to f-feel it myself, so I g-guess it seemed too m-much like a power fer the game ta leave m-me with that. I'm n-not about ta c-complain, though." He gave Sam a good look up and down, "V-vampire, huh? Y-you have ta drink blood here?"

After seeing the trolls and the grey pony with the blond mane, Alex decided to just roll with whatever else he discovered here. He wasn't exactly normal either, after all.

He nodded. "When a human is turned, it changes them all the way to their DNA. I know the books sometimes imply magic is involved, but they were either making stuff up or talking to a con artist," he smirked a bit. "Yeah, I do. Fortunately there's plenty of humans here willing to let me take blood from them. None of that creeping into bedrooms stuff."

Alex smiled a bit nervously, "W-well, that's good. R-rather not have anyone c-creeping into my room. N-n-not that you would or anything!" He swallowed, rubbing the back of his head with a over-wide smile.

After a breath he half-frowns, "I-if keeping your diet was a DNA th-thing, I would h-have ta be eating shadows."

Sunday, Midday

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