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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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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.

Gamzee groans and huddles in on himself a bit more, waiting for whoever the fuck decided to knock on the door to leave. When they don't, and instead knock again, he tears the blankets he'd wrapped around himself off and storms towards the door, the anger he'd tried to smother burning hotly again. He rips the door open with unnecessary force, surprising himself, so instead of an angry Gamzee snarling in your face, you get a rather perturbed one. He's still snarling in your face, though. "What the motherfuck do you want?" Oh, it's Dave. He remembers that he can't talk. That he's a player. A wild thought of how goddamn stupid and useless that makes him only works to make his frown deepen. "Bro." Trying to keep this anger in check.

He's a little surprised at how violently Gamzee opens that door. He was pretty sure he gave it enough time before knocking again. Maybe this was all a really terrible idea though. Gamzee seemed...pissed. Wasn't he the crazy fucking happy clown troll though? Oh, right. Better answer him quickly. It looks like this guy was business and no play today.

He fumbles to get his PDA out though. Dave was still kinda feeling it from his last two fights. Kind of done with that for this week seeing as his remaining Weapon was Becca, and he wasn't willing to let her get hurt because he decided he wanted to go fight some more.

woah
someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed
or
...
idk what you guys call beds
you got maybe aspirin
painkillers
just got a major beatdown on my sorry skinny ass

Maybe he should switch to a default, boring font if the other is angry. Oh wait, Gamzee isn't a bull.

Gamzee almost wants to smack the PDA out of Dave's stupid stumbling hands, but he fights down that urge as he reads. "'Coons," He growls in response, not feeling any kind of pity for Dave's 'major beatdown'. "Ain't got nothing like that here. Damn human beds are pathetic. And what the fuck is aspirin?" He wonders vaguely what exactly made the recuperacoon so comforting. He can't seem to remember, and that only makes his headache and frustration grow. "Painkillers? I could use something like that myself." His tone softens a bit.

Wow, someone is grouchy. He'd make a pass, but he actually doesn't know Gamzee enough to know whether that's a stupid idea or a hilarious idea. For now, he'll go with terrible idea.

aspirin
its for headaches and shit
you feeling like shit???
i guess we can go get some painkillers together then
i mean i can never tell whether you trolls are just having one of your moods
or need shit
idk
youre usually happy as shit or what not
is this just a thing that happens to you???
time of the month???

Okay, maybe he did kind of make stupid comments towards you anyways. But then again, Dave is pretty sure that Gamzee doesn't even know what he's referring to when he says time of the month. And if he does, well, knowledge is power. Or something stupid like that.

Edited 2012-01-20 02:09 (UTC)

No, he does not know what Dave is referencing there, but he still thinks it's goddamn stupid. "Motherfuck, yes, I'm feeling like shit. Everything's too goddamn noisy and BRIGHT." He breathes in sharply, sighing. "This ain't nothing I felt before. Started feeling bad since I motherfucking got here, and I ain't got a clue why." No. He's talking too much. Way too much, he should just shut up, and holy fuck he's actually glad Dave can't talk or he'd probably be ripping his face off right about now, or slamming the door in his face. One of those. He just can't handle any bullshit right now, and without much heat in it, he growls. "So where the hell would the painkillers be?" He thinks sinking so low to accept human crap is kind of disgusting, actually, but there's nothing else he can think of to ease the pain. And if Dave doesn't have a good (immediate) answer he's pretty sure he'll just go curl up back in his blankets.

He didn't know enough about what the trolls required or why it was happening to figure out why Gamzee was acting like he was. But then again, he couldn't decide if this was normal. He hadn't met any of the trolls in person before until now, so it was likely that this was some side effect from something. Maybe they're that unaccustomed to the human terrain? That sounds silly. Trolls were supposed to be built to survive harsher conditions then them.

Dave pointed towards the direction of the infirmary before quickly typing it onto his PDA too.

infirmary would have them
we can go there

Gamzee nods, but stops short because that just makes his head throb worse. "Sure, motherfucker, but we better be quick." And Gamzee doesn't explain why, though it should be obvious by this point. He pauses after closing the door to his (shared) room, (quickly and quietly) and tilts his head as he looks at Dave. "Why didn't you just motherfucking go there in the first place?" A small grin appears on his face, and he almost laughs, but stops himself. It's really not funny. Nothing is right now, he decides, as he reluctantly starts towards the infirmary. He hopes when he returns to his room no one's there.

i dont know whos there

And Dave didn't really want to find out. He didn't really like the school officials. He didn't know why they were doing what they were. Some of them seemed nice, but if he could avoid them completely, he would. He walked alongside with Gamzee, relatively quiet other then occasionally looking at the screen of his PDA.

seemed better just to ask around
maybe
idk i guess actually talk to whoever else was here

"Well, I guess we'll just have to find out." Said with a shrug. He doesn't really care who's there. He doesn't really care about the school, except all the crap that came along with being here...

"... They're all kinda motherfucking sketchy. I'm guessing that's why you ain't talking to them first? They rub me the wrong way. This whole school does. Taking away all the weapons' rights..." And back comes the anger that was finally managing to fade. An unintentional growl slips through his throat, and he snaps out; "Don't see why the hell they'd set me up as a weapon." His pace speeds up, anger burning past the headache -- and while this burned so hotly, a part of him still said it was irriational. That he shouldn't take it out on anyone innocent. But these words kept growing fainter and fainter...

Oh, he's angry again. At this point, Dave was pretty sure anything could set Gamzee off, which struck him as odd. Maybe he'd have to ask Vriska or Feferi why a troll might act this way. There had to be a good reason and it didn't seem Gamzee knew himself.

its probably random
i bet they dont even care who theyre choosing
they just need people to be weapons
people to be players
i dont like it though
which is why i didnt want to go to them first

He's sure a lot of the people here were nice. He just...didn't mesh well with the public usually. Honestly, things here are more tolerable then school at home. It didn't really make him want to settle in here though. Especially since he knew he was forgetting something important back at home. Something really important. Or a lot of important things.

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.

He snorts with derision. "Of course it's motherfucking random, why the fuck would they choose humans over trolls?" Over highbloods. Highblood. Indigo, higher than all those other motherfuckers, certainly towering over humans. Pathetic, weak. His hand twitches in an odd little way as he glances at Dave. "Doesn't matter to you right now anyways. Right, motherfucker? You're a player. Don't need to ask or beg anyone for your rights."

He almost wants to scream when he hears the door opening and closing as Lelouch comes in, and wants to tear out somebody's throat when there's even more noise. Of course, not literally, (not yet) but the sentiment was the same. Obviously, Lelouch had to put away his things, but nothing really mattered to Gamzee right now; sense was lost to him. He just needed silence. He prays for patience, and he tries to keep his anger under control, but when Lelouch speaks he just snaps. A growl tears through his throat and he speaks from under the blankets. Maybe keeping his eyes off Lelouch would help him keep his control. "Shut the fuck up." He's snarling, clearly heard through the blankets; "I hope you'll leave me the motherfuck alone."

He was rather surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. But he thought he knew what the problem was. "I don't much like the situation here either, but turning on each other won't do anything to change it. I'm not going to force you to fight if you don't want to." He looked at the mirror to adjust his tie and uniform lapels as he spoke. "And we're not completely without options."

Ouch. Okay. Whatever. He actually doesn't care about this troll versus human bullshit anyways. So he'll let the comment pass since, he seriously doesn't care about this need to be superior raise shit.

uhh
idk
if my friends are getting treated like shit
because theyre a weapon
that aint cool

He doesn't like the whole beg for rights thing. He already told anyone he vowed with that they can do whatever they want. If they wanted to eat in the cafeteria, that's fine with him. Use the school facilities. Go crazy.

matters to me if people are being treated like shit

"You wouldn't motherfucking force me to do anything." He grumbles, and fumbles with the edges of the blankets and pulls them tighter around himself. His horns threaten to tear the fabric, but he doesn't really give a shit. "What the fuck're those damn options." Be quick, Lelouch, your voice is starting to grate on his nerves.

"Break it." He said coolly. "Or bring this entire system down around their ears. Or horns, in your case. Nothing can remain while we can do something to change it. I've overcome worse odds than this." Funny how knowing your sister was alive infuses some optimism into your life.

Gamzee pulls the blankets around him and keeps on pulling, and there's the small sound of fabric tearing slightly. He stops once he hears that, though. He doesn't want to deal with Lelouch freaking out on him, or worse, lecturing him. He seems to be the kind of guy that would do that.

Gamzee takes a moment to consider Lelouch's words, then grins. Of course, he can't see it. "... Fuck, bro, I like the sound of that." He laughs, bitter and humorless. "Does breaking them come before or after?" No, don't think, don't think, and especially not like that...

"Whenever it is necessary," he shrugged. "But is there anything I can do to help you? As your Player, I suppose it's my job to look out for you." But he heard that rip. "And, ah, I'd prefer it if my blanket weren't perforated."

"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.

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?"

Okay now his horns tear completely through the fabric. Fuck. He snarls. "I don't need anyone looking out for me, especially not a motherfucking human." He can't help the anger that burns through him, and he suddenly finds the heat he's wrapped himself around in more annoying than comforting. With a low growl of irriation, he slides all the blankets off (pushing them up awkwardly to escape his horns) and stands up, glaring at Lelouch. Hopefully he doesn't take alarm at the sight of his usually cheery makeup smeared, making him look more grim than happy.

He rolls his eyes and groans quietly when he hears Spain entering, and freezes when he feels faint fingers fumble with the blanket. Let's just say Spain's lucky he didn't try to take it. Sucking in a deep breath and hoping to keep himself calm, he responds quietly. "Who the fuck's bugging me now?"

His guard does come up when he gets a more full picture of just what kind of change his Weapon and roommate has gone through. He supposed he would have to fix those holes now. But the makeup didn't seem to faze him much.

He really didn't look affected by the other's mood, though. In fact, he looked him in the eye, same as ever. He'd gotten used enough to people with horns so far. And he was far from easily intimidated. "I don't mean to imply that you can't take care of yourself. There's no harm in getting help from others."

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