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

[honkhonkwoof]

"You can't help," He sighs, and with an effort he sits up properly and drags the blankets off himself. Hello, Spain, you've got an irritated Gamzee with messy facepaint glaring at you. "A lot is motherfucking wrong right now."

[koyo]

Spain steps back to give him some room. Just when Spain is getting used to appearances, Gamzee has to look like he crawled out of Hell (which he doesn't doubt literally). "Good afternoon," Spain says simply in greeting. Though concerned he is calm; it isn't the first time he's dealt with crazies. "And what exactly is wrong?"

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee raises his eyebrows and gives him a look that could be considered both angry and vaguely amused. "It's the afternoon, huh. Can't even fucking tell the time no more." He drags his knees to his chest and groans, head in hands. "My head. Motherfucking killing me, and has been for a while. I'd like silence." He explains shortly, voice lowering to a murmur.

[koyo]

"Sí, it's almost evening." Spain replies. There's a moment of silence as Gamzee gathers himself and Spain tries to figure out what is wrong. "A headache?" He thinks for a moment how it's a good thing that it isn't a cold or anything. He'd be worried if the others in the room came down with the same thing. "I see. Rest and take some medicine. It'll pass soon."

[honkhonkwoof]

"Took some medicine, ain't feeling it too much." But whatever. He didn't really want to talk anymore; feel lucky he's in too much pain to think much about what you're saying, Spain. "It better pass." A groan.

[koyo]

Spain will have to count his blessings later. He frowns, feeling for his room mate a bit (which feels very strange, by the way). Still, even he can relate to having a bad day so he decides to leave Gamzee alone but first, a smile and an encouraging, "It will. Ay, come on, believe in miracles. I'll be back later if you need anything, okay?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"Sure, motherfucker." The faintest of smiles flickers onto his face at the mention of miracles. "Of course. Thanks, bro." Just go, quickly, please leave, quickly, he chants inside his head as he lies back down and curls the blankets around himself again.

[koyo]

"Antonio." Spain corrects. Some day he would get Gamzee to realize his name isn't motherfucker but he doesn't push it for now. "But de nada." He says before leaving the room with a last, "Take care."

[honkhonkwoof]

Gamzee grunts a goodbye but doesn't suppose Spain hears it.

He's glad for the silence... and prays that no one else bothers him.