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

[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.

[queenscheckmate]

Breakfast...? Why?

[trollofthree]

Because that kid you hang around with was worrying about you.

[waves the plate of toast under her nose]

[queenscheckmate]

Kid?

[She shifts uncomfortably. Grabbing the toast means she has to release her hands and then she'll get blood on the toast...and you see where this is going.]

I can't. Thank you though.

[trollofthree]

Short kid. Brown hair. [he rests the plate on one leg and tears off a corner of toast.

Open up, Kallen.]

I can't go back and tell him you didn't eat it, can I?

[queenscheckmate]

Kotarou? [Huh... she hadn't seen him since that... terrible ordeal. Guess he would be worried if he hadn't seen her around.]

Wh-- [She raises an eyebrow at Gino. To be honest, she's not opposed to the idea. She IS hungry.]

You sure?

[trollofthree]

Probably. [would probably help if he'd spoken to the kid rather than just remembering she liked him and using him as blackmail. Oh well.

Toast. Toast will help the crazy. Choo choo here comes the train.]

[queenscheckmate]

...

[F--fine. The things you make her do, Gino. She shifts and opens her mouth slightly.]