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]

[I do but... doesn't this uncomfortable shifting tell you that I do?]

It wasn't. It was too real and everyone seems to be effected by it. Everyone remembers. I remember...

[trollofthree]

[hands, Kallen. Hands.]

Everyone remembers, sure, but no one remembers the same things, and there's no way I died three times in one day.

[while she's distracted with the talkin's he's been edging his hand closer to hers, and now he's gonna take her wrist and pull]

[queenscheckmate]

[No.]

You didn't. I didn't see you die but your corpse was--

[ashjfkhgkfdkiusjdf WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! CUE MASSIVE FREAKING OUT. LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO. Kallen doesn't scream because well, that's not who she is. But she is fighting against him, her other hand brought up now.]

Let go! [If you don't, she may result in kicking you. But you want to note the actual fear in her eyes.]

[trollofthree]

[Denied. He'll be taking that second hand too, and pulling you in close so you can't kick.

Shhh little black knight shh.]

Oi, I don't mind blood. Come on.

[queenscheckmate]

[asdjfk why are you using all her resources against her? Now that fear and being scared turned into tears streaming down her face. NOW YOU MADE HER CRY. What do you plan on doing about it? Her eyes slam shut as she struggles against him, trying her best to get away.]

It's not about that! Let me go! Gino, please, let me go!

[eidetic]

[Hears the raised voice down the hall, and ran down to the door. He hadn't quite had time to get to know his dorm-mates yet, but he at least recognized her voice as well as the name she was yelling.]

[He pushed the door open quickly, and came toward the pair. She was clearly terrified, and he was clearly forcing her to do something. He wasn't as strong as Morgan, but he should be able to get himself in the middle anyway.]

"Let her go!" [Pushes himself into the situation. He grabbed at Gino's arms, to push them back out of reach of Kallen.]

[trollofthree]

[He sees the door opening, but when your attentions are entirely focused on keeping a trained fighter currently hallucinating wildly from breaking free of your grip on their wrists, you don't have much to spare for incoming wannabe heroes.]

[so whilst he lets the guy shove him further away from Kallen, he doesn't let go of her wrists fully. He's trying to calm her down, dammit, and this isn't helping]

Oi, what's the deal?

[queenscheckmate]

[Sorry Reid, she'd really like to pay attention to you, but she wants out of this situation so bad.]

Gino, let go! It'll get on you too! [Feel free to question what 'it' is.]

[eidetic]

You're hurting her! [Clearly misunderstanding the whole thing.]

[trollofthree]

Get out of the way, man. [he'll explain to you later. Right now he's just going to shoulder you out of the way so he can get his arms around Kallen. Her hands are still between their bodies, so his shirt is probably soaked in imaginary blood right about now.]

Kallen! [it's a barked command more than anything.]

[queenscheckmate]

[Hearing her named barked sends her into a silence shocked state. At least she's stop fighting against him. Her voice is near silent]

Gino... let me go... please........

[eidetic]

[Knocked on the floor, but starts scrambling up almost immediately.]

[trollofthree]

No. You need to snap out of this-- You're seeing things that aren't real. Hallucinations, Kallen! There's no blood.

[and hey, something you can be useful for, strange old guy. He looks at you over Kallen's head, not looking particularly apologetic for shoving you] Right?

[eidetic]

[Shoving happens all the time. He's survived getting tackled by Morgan, so he can deal with you. :|b]

[Gives a quick once-over to be sure.] No, there's none. [Back on his feet, but stays back. He's willing to cconsider the benefit of the doubt here.]

[queenscheckmate]

There's no blood...? [She says that, not really sure of herself. But she's seen it, tried to wash it off. But--]

[With the 'dream' of past events, it would only make sense she's not in her right mind. And the lack of sleep doesn't exactly help the situation.]

There's...

...

[She looks to the door, still pressed against Gino. The doorknob was covered in blood, also her hand print on the structure from closing it. It's... fading in her eyes... or at least looked like dried and aged blood.]

[She closes her eyes as she leans against him.]

Hallucinations... [She repeats it low, a little bit more sure than her first line. But that's all she says.]

[trollofthree]

[and there she goes. He breathes out, and pats her shoulders lightly with a hint of a smile already returning.]

That's right, hallucinations.

[eidetic]

[....Awkwaaaaaard]

...Is everything alright, miss? [Trying to make eye contact. Yeah, he hasn't got a clue what he just walked in to.]

[queenscheckmate]

[She opens her eyes... she's not looking at Reid. Wave of tiredness hits her after her brain's been going haywire.]

I think so...

[She closes her eyes again and breathes.]

Thank you, Gino.

[trollofthree]

No problem. [he'd say 'anytime', but that would be a lie. So is 'no problem', if you get right down to it, but less so.]

C'mon, you need to sleep, okay?

[if she passes out he might need your help again, Reid.]

[queenscheckmate]

[She nods and that's it. She's fallen asleep.]

[eidetic]

[Satisfied for now, but he'll be hanging around for a while. Just to make sure. Besides, this is his room.] Can you tell me what's going on? [His nosiness would be normal if he had his badge, dammit.]

[trollofthree]

[one second to just lift her into his arms, because dragging her over to the bed as is would be rather awkward. Less than five steps, and he can nudge the covers off with one foot and arrange her almost comfortably on her bed. And then tugs the covers over her up to her shoulders, just because.

For some reason, his brain is filling with mist. It makes it kind of hard to concentrate.]

Huh? She didn't sleep for a few days. Started freaking out. That's all.

[eidetic]

[Blink. This is strange.] You told her something about hallucinations?

[trollofthree]

Yeah, she said there was blood everywhere.

[more to the point:] Who're you?

[eidetic]

Dr. Spence Reid. Supervisory Special Agent of the FBI. You?