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

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.]

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[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.]

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.]

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

That's right, hallucinations.

[....Awkwaaaaaard]

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

[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.

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.]

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

[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.]

[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.

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

Yeah, she said there was blood everywhere.

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

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

[well, if it's a full introduction...] Knight of Three, Lord Gino Weinberg. You've got a nice set of titles. Do they mean anything?

[A Knight?] You haven't heard of the FBI?

Nope!

It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The larger purpose of the organization is to investigate crime on a federal basis, such as in cases where crimes cross state lines, or are too much for local authorities to handle. My unit is the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and we look for patterns in the behavior of serial criminals and use it to predict their next moves. It's called criminal profiling.

[... riiiiiight.]

Federal police? Of which country?

The United States.

The United States of... what? [come on dude he needs more information than that, they have several.]

[Blinks back at him.] The United States of America.

Oh, right. Different place. [sigh!] Man, Britannia's kind of a one-off.

Can you tell me a bit more about it?

Like what? [he's going to be heading towards the other side of the room, which is both where his stuff is and where the sleeping Kallen isn't.]

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

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