001 ♑ open log

[honkhonkwoof]

Characters: Gamzee and roommates?
Format: Prose is what I'd rather use at the moment, but it can switch to action later.
This log is: Open
Location: Fortitude, Pale 2-A
Summary: Gamzee's not feeling well at all... are you really going to bug him?
Warnings: He'll probably be aggressive if your character speaks to him.

His head hurts.

No, 'hurts' isn't right. More like throbs. More like he's in agony, each second passing slowly and torturously. He wonders if his head is going to explode, if he's going to snap and break and shatter, wonders if he'll coat the walls with indigo. The bright of the sun, that motherfucking sun, makes him want to claw his own eyes out because it just won't leave, and it doesn't burn his skin but he wishes it would because then maybe he'd be put out of his misery.

It'd started slow, but the battles and the rush and blur of everything, the talking and yammering and nobody shuts the motherfuck up around here only made things worse. He's in his room, and thank the mirthful messiahs, it's empty, how painfully miraculous. He doesn't even want to think, doesn't want to feel, because with the headache comes a stomach ache -- and his muscles, they ache, too. It's strange and maybe it's just because of the shock -- but wouldn't that only be mental stress? It just feels like something's missing. Felt like that for a long while, since he got here, and he's not even sure how many days have passed but its been getting worse and worse, and now it's at its peak. Maybe it's just got to get worse before it gets better, but he doesn't think he'll make it to the 'get better' part.

So he's left to grab his PDA and a blanket, maybe two, okay three, and he doesn't care whos they are and just wraps himself in a cocoon. It's the first comforting feeling, with warm, suffocating walls wrapped around him, he's felt since he got here. Everything's too bright and now it's dark, and the burn and throb of his eyes and head slow. So he's in a quiet corner, praying the pain and the -- urge -- to just hurt someone leave. ( That's another thing he'd felt, anger, like that quick whip of irriational anger he'd felt upon learning he'd be a weapon the first week. But now it grows; and it does not leave, even though he hides it behind his friendly mask, just grows, threatening to consume him. )

He thinks he`ll stay hidden here for a while...

Comments

[knightime]

Dave was really just going from dorm to dorm to ask for painkillers of some kind. Well aspirin would do. He just really needed this headache to fuck itself and get out of his skull. He didn't really want to go to the infirmary though...or whatever it was. Someone had to have it right?

He knocks on the door of the dorm. Well bang. Dave winces slightly. Apparently being irritated meant he had to rudely knock and apparently that didn't help his headache. He'd holler, but he can't, so he'll knock again if you don't answer soon bro. Hopefully you don't mind players.

[veepofchess]

Lelouch was coming back to his room after a few classes. He was actually in a much better kind of mood since he'd gained Nunnally as a Weapon. He had no intention to use her, but it ensured that she would not be used like Schneizel had. How could he have put her in harm's way like that? He remembered how they all had interacted when they were children, he never would have thought that he would have been capable of using people as tools like this. Then again, he would not have guessed all of this would have come to him too.

But as he came into the room, he noticed that weird roommate of his was up to something strange again. He didn't bother him directly, but some of the loud noises of his personal cabinet and the process of putting his textbooks away was unavoidable.

But then he noticed that his blanket was missing. He really hoped he didn't get it filthy. But then he supposed a reminder might be in order. "I hope you'll return my blanket before tonight," he said evenly.

[koyo]

Once classes are over and Spain has run his rounds, socializing about town, he returns to the room. He wants to change-- perhaps take a siesta. Yes, those sounded like good things to do.

But wait, the top blanket is missing from his bed and it sends Spain on a search. It doesn't make sense as to why he would shuffle around the room and try to find it. It isn't like you can easily misplace a blanket. Finally, he spots it on another bed. Wondering how it got there, he goes to take it back. Gamzee might feel Spain touch the blanket but he doesn't take it back once he realizes someone else is using it. Was Gamzee cold? Could demons catch cold? Would it hurt to ask? "Hello?"