rakuen | 001 ♑ open log

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...

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"Ain't cool with you? Haha, here I was thinking you'd be the kind of smug bastard that would go along smiling with this shit." Okay, not really, but he's not thinking too much about what he's saying at the moment.

They've reached the infirmary, now. Gamzee just turns around to Dave and gives him a pointed look, smiling. He doesn't care that it'd be easier for himself to ask for the painkillers.

Dave idly wonders if Gamzee was trying to get a reaction out of him now. Or if he's just saying this out of his bad mood.

He's really siding on the 'doing it to annoy Dave' side though. There's a roll of his eyes, unseen by his sunglasses, as he goes inside the infirmary to acquire painkillers. Whatever makes Princess Gamzee and his bitchy mood any better, he'll just get it over with.

Gamzee watches in an amused, vague way as Dave steps inside to find painkillers. He steps inside as well, but doesn't follow Dave in finding something. His headache isn't so strong now, but it's still pretty damn annoying... "Hurry up." He's mumbling to no one in particular.

Dave eventually comes back and holdes the bottle out to Gamzee. He makes sure to give the other plenty of room to make a grab at it. He doesn't want to accidentally touch the other. Those penalties are a bitch.

He takes it, exaggerating being delicate with a flourish of his wrist and a leer. "Thanks, bro." He still manages to grate out that, though. He pops open the bottle and shakes out three or four of the little pills, eyebrow arching in disgust a moment before swallowing them dry. They go down smoothly, considering he'd never had anything like them before. "Fucking weird."

guessing they arent something you guys have???

Whatever. He doesn't really even want them anymore. Maybe he should have just went to sleep instead of asking around. Then he wouldn't be on this pseudo strange adventure with a pissed off troll. Sleeping definitely sounds better then that.

"Sure as hell aren't." He's pretty sure he'd know about something like this. Then again, his lusus didn't really teach him anything. That puts a scowl on his face, although it's not really directed at Dave. He gives him a look and nods towards his room. "I'm going to go see if I can sleep. Schedule's been fucked over with this whole daytime bullshit. Hope these things help." He grunts with disdain and gives the little bottle a shake as he speaks before snapping the cap back on and offering it to Dave.

He waves his hand off to inform Gamzee to just go. At this point, he was pretty sure if they stuck together for too long, Gamzee might flip out on him. Not exactly something he wanted. He took the bottle of painkillers from Gamzee, shoving them in his pocket.

naw just go
i forget you guys are nocturnal and shit
i guess if youre feeling better
holler
or some shit

"Sure, motherfucker." He gives a small wave as he turns and heads back to his room. Maybe sleep would do the trick, would make him feel normal again. He sure as hell hoped it'd at least stop this headache.

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