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There are bandages around his wrists again. He's wearing clothes he hasn't worn in almost a year. A bites his lip and shrinks into one end of the hallway, looking either way- scared, alone.
He has no memory of this place.
In fact, he was never here at all.*
[ooc: A has just entered/exited the reset button room. He's physically, mentally, and emotionally the exact same as when he entered the mansion a year ago.]
Breathing out a small sigh once he emerged into the hallway, A was convinced that the bit of 'fresh air' ('fresh', in the broadest sense of the word, as he was speaking about a hallway) would do him at least a little good. He'd just be gone for five minutes or so, really.
So, imagine his surprise, when--in looking for a bathroom with a medicine cabinet--he runs into someone he hadn't exactly been expecting to see today.
Oh! I--I'm sorry. Are you alright?
A stumbles back into his shared room with Near moments later, still shaking, but trying to hold back the sobs--he really should have been stronger by now.
- Location:Near and A's room
- Mood:
scared - Music:"Radio/Video" --SOD
Still, he supposed, it could be worse. His eyes briefly flicked over to the other person walking beside him with a small smile. A had actually been surprised when B had dropped by and offered to accompany him to the library, right when he'd been about to go himself. Intuition, or just dumb luck, A supposed--he hoped, anyway, because he doubted that this particular B was as obsessive as to find another method of figuring out when he would need to go to the library.
But then again, A supposed he was overthinking it, instead shifting his books into his other arm once more and continuing down the hallway.
Do y-you s-suppose that th-the mansion... that it rearranges i-itself in... in a--a pattern?
- Location:Hallway near the Library
- Mood:busy
- Music:"Remedy" --Seether
He leads
Is... d-do you like it?
[[OOC: after this]]
- Location:Beach Room
- Mood:
on edge - Music:"Inside out" --Eve 6
The safety pins on his jacket skittered as he wound the corner into yet another hallway--
--and straight into some unsuspecting kid.
What the--
It's still A's voice--albeit, he's speaking Russian if you listen close enough.
- Location:Where the hell?
- Mood:
irate
He really should get out more.
- Location:A and Near's room
- Mood:
listless - Music:"Maybe not" --Barenaked Ladies
A is sitting in his room, curled up on the couch with a small book. It's okay enough, though it's not his favorite he's read so far. The author was too blatant with the symbolism for his tastes, at least. He sighs and puts it down on the table, gently. A's been disagreeing with a lot of things lately. And he's not even sure why.
Well. He sort of is sure. But he doesn't want to think about it. He hasn't been able to bring himself to tell anyone what he's decided--much less the person he was expecting to be here in a few minutes.
That's the thing with Near. He's always punctual.
- Mood:
thoughtful
He's not quite sure how he ended up in the kitchen. Everything is sort of an odd daze at the moment. Something happened again, but he couldn't remember exactly what it had been. But it didn't matter. He was here, and he was hungry, and he was tired again. But food first. Digging through the pantry, he tried to come up with something that wasn't too sweet or too bland, but he was having difficulty with that at the moment.
He looks like hell. Dark bags below his eyes, and it looks like he hasn't eaten in days. If one notices a small tremor in his hands, it wouldn't be out of place either. Something is wrong. And he can't quite figure out what.((ooc: This is A almost directly after his third vampire attack. (unthreaded, but it's assumed). He now has no idea vampires exist anymore, even though he spoke about it with Near the other day. Love! ))
- Location:kitchen of interdimensional mansion
- Mood: crappy
- Music:"Falling for the first time" --Barenaked ladies
--A jerks awake, swallowing hard as he rubs sleepily at his eyes. He's here. Safe. In his own bed. His own room. Turning somewhat, he moves to switch on the lamp and glances around accordingly. There's nothing there. Nobody trying to rip his throat out or drink his blood. A presumes that the nightmare is from that horror room. Because nothing else like that has happened to him...
...right?
[[ooc: Thar be biting here. The wrong kind. Continued (a few days after) from here. And, as a quick note, it's essentially a monster attacking a mortal. A isn't becoming a vampire, nor is he attracted to Light in any way, shape, or form XD]]
- Location:Interdimensional mansion room
- Mood: scared
- Music:'Promise' --Eve 6
Anyway, I probably won't be on too often in the next few days either. My job is kicking up, and on top of which, I have to finish a fanfiction before the 30th, do an art commission for my boyfriend, and finish reading Heart of Darkness. And write an essay. Yippee.
Once again, I'm really sorry, and I'll try to get myself back on track soon. :P
- Location:Interdimensional mansion inside my head
- Mood: crappy
- Music:"A" --Barenaked Ladies
Hmm... Well, my AC adapter to my laptop died yesterday, so I basically have no internet or computer for awhile. I sneak onto my dad's computer when I can, but it's sort of getting difficult with my stepmom being so anal-retentative. So if I don't reply for awhile, that's why.
Also, I just got a job. So I'll be on less because of that too. Joy. (What? Of course I'm not sarcastic!) Drug tests=not fun. I'd much rather do the saliva swab, even though it's not as accurate. It's less... ew. But, of course, said training for this job is only available on Saturday. Which is the same time as Race for the Cure. Which I have participated in every single year since I was nine. I even have a pink wig and shirt this year. So, I'm completely miffed at that, because I can't miss out on a whole week's worth of pay... and of course, my father is practically forcing me to. Lovely. *Goes and emo's in a corner*.
Speaking of which, I'm not as emo as the characters I tend to roleplay as. Just wanted to get that out there in case some of you thought that I was all alone in my room and sobbing as I cut myself... or something. XP I tried not to make A all that emo too. But, when you're playing a suicidal angst-muffin, I guess there's not much of a choice right?
- Location:Here
- Music:'World falls away' --Seether
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