Save me from myself because I can't do it alone.

[queenscheckmate]

Characters: Kallen and Gino + possibly dorm/roommates later on.
Format: Action
This log is: Closed to all others who are not in the Pale Dorm, first floor.
Location: Room 1-B
Summary: It's the first day of round one and Kallen refuses to leave her room. NOTHING gets past Gino, sadly for Kallen.
Warnings: Hysterics, lots of yelling from Kallen, probably Not that way you pervs.

[Kallen's sitting in her room. Although she's not on her bed or in a chair, but in the far corner of the room. Strangely enough, she's sitting on her hands. If she doesn't seem them, maybe the blood will go away. She can't remember how many times she's washed her hands between today and yesterday and quite honestly, she lost count. The blood won't come off. It's not her blood, but the blood of all the people her shadow killed.]

[Has she slept? No. Has she gone to class? No. Has she eaten? No. Eating requires her hands and the blood keeps dripping off. She usually would just stay in bed but her sheets are soaked in blood.]

[Of course, she's the only one who can see it.]

Comments

[trollofthree]

[and whilst only she can see the blood, there's at least one other person who's noticed everything but the hallucinating. So around noon Gino shows up again to investigate. The plate of toast he decided would make a safe offering appears around the doorframe first like a talisman, followed by the knight himself.

It takes him a few seconds to actually find her in the room, and when he spots her he slouches slightly, expression shifting to confusion.]

Oi, Kallen...

[queenscheckmate]

[Blue eyes flicker in his direction but automatically look away. He'll see it. He'll see everything...not to mention the pool of blood she's sitting in cause the flow of blood refuses to stop.]

[trollofthree]

[welp. He wanders over and sits next to her against the wall, putting the plate of toast aside for now.

Doesn't say anything, though. Eyeing her sidelong is probably safer.]

[queenscheckmate]

[That gets her to inch away a bit. She speaks! But very quietly.]

S-- sorry about the mess...

[trollofthree]

[what me-- oh, whatever. Humouring her is the way to go.] Don't worry about it.

So, you just gonna sit here all day?

[queenscheckmate]

I wasn't... sitting here all day.

[trollofthree]

[that'd be more convincing if he'd seen you outside of this room at all, Kallen.]

Ho~? Where else were you sitting?

[queenscheckmate]

Over there. [Her head motions to her bed. She'd point but um...]

[trollofthree]

My mistake, then. [glances down at her hands. Or doesn't, because they're currently tucked out of sight, but it's the thought that counts.] You gonna tell me what's going on?

[queenscheckmate]

What's there to tell?

[trollofthree]

Man, answering a question with another question is definitely cheating. Come on, Kallen.

[queenscheckmate]

[He's got a point cause she'd say the same thing...]

I'm serious. There's-- it's everywhere and I can't get rid of it.

[trollofthree]

'It'? [is this the 'mess' thing, because he still doesn't see--]

[queenscheckmate]

Are you blind, Gino? [She says that with all the seriousness in the world. She eyes go from the door, to her bed, to herself.]

[trollofthree]

[his gaze follows hers, but clearly he's baffled as to what she's trying to show him.]

[queenscheckmate]

The blood, Gino. It's everywhere on anything and everything I've touched.

[trollofthree]

Blood? [he recoils. Not at the idea of blood, which doesn't really faze him, but because she's seeing things that simply aren't there.]

... Kallen, the room is totally clean.

[queenscheckmate]

No, it's not. It's everywhere.

I should try and see if maintance can get it out, but that won't help will it? It keeps dripping off my hands.

[trollofthree]

[Oh boy, we have a breakdown. Not that the Knight of Seven didn't have several of those, so at least he slips into damage control fairly seamlessly.]

That's no good, is it? Lemme see.

[queenscheckmate]

What? No! [If you don't want Kallen to throw a fit, you may want to... um avoid that. She looks scard out of her mind and she will fight you.]

[trollofthree]

Okay, okay. [hands up in surrender. Just sitting here it is, then. His head hits the wall with a quiet thud and he prepares to wait her out.]

Man...

[queenscheckmate]

What? [Eyeing cautiously]

[trollofthree]

Nothing. [ho hum, waiting for her to calm down a little.]

[queenscheckmate]

[B|]

[trollofthree]

[after a pause:] Oh, yeah. I brought you some breakfast.