Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 28, 2010 16:22:46 GMT -5
ooc: for Orca :3
bic:
"You look really bad."
Gabriel's eyes snapped up. He'd been half asleep, and he could still hear Meg's voice in his head. What was she doing here anyway? Showing up out of nowhere, not even sending an owl. He didn't like it. Yes, she was definitely up to something. He just didn't know what yet. As if he didn't have enough to worry about, god damned vampires.
He couldn't even sleep, there were ghosts all over the place. Ghosts of the mind, not physical manifestations, but things he saw and shouldn't. When was the last time he'd had a full night? He couldn't remember, not of real sleep. There was that hazy, drugged sleep where he went out strictly from exhaustion, but he had nightmares like he had never had.
Sometimes they followed him in to the waking world.
And to think, it had only been what .. a week and a half, maybe? Ten, eleven days of going out in to the night to have his blood drained out. Not knowing when she would get tired of him. That other one had said some day Gabriel might get his wand back, but he didn't believe it. One of these times Victoria would get tired of him.
That would be it.
Funny, he didn't remember what had brought him here. Gabriel had a phobia of ghosts, but ... here he was. No ghosts to be seen, huh. You would think here of all places is where they would be. He remembered, there had been ... that girl. Here. What had she been doing here? Blood, bird guts ... everywhere. Strange. She hadn't remembered who she was, why she was there, but she knew the school when he told her.
Restless, Gabriel sat up. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. Things lived here.
He needed to leave.
Legs a bit shaky, Gabriel got up. The dark was here, and he didn't remember the walk. There had been a reason, but ... what was it? Shit. He rubbed his head, checking his knives. At least he had those, but most things wouldn't be thrown off by a knife. Most of them had silver, but again, not everything would care. Some things didn't give a shit what your knives were made from, they just wanted you dead.
And you couldn't do anything about it.
"Are you sick?"
"I'm fine."
Speaking to shadows, are we? Gabriel shook his head, putting fingers to his temple. His eyes were probably bloodshot, and those damned shadows under them were the big give away.
How did you get tired of being tired?
In a foul mood, Gabriel tried again to straighten up and walk. Where he was going was anyone's guess.
.
bic:
"You look really bad."
Gabriel's eyes snapped up. He'd been half asleep, and he could still hear Meg's voice in his head. What was she doing here anyway? Showing up out of nowhere, not even sending an owl. He didn't like it. Yes, she was definitely up to something. He just didn't know what yet. As if he didn't have enough to worry about, god damned vampires.
He couldn't even sleep, there were ghosts all over the place. Ghosts of the mind, not physical manifestations, but things he saw and shouldn't. When was the last time he'd had a full night? He couldn't remember, not of real sleep. There was that hazy, drugged sleep where he went out strictly from exhaustion, but he had nightmares like he had never had.
Sometimes they followed him in to the waking world.
And to think, it had only been what .. a week and a half, maybe? Ten, eleven days of going out in to the night to have his blood drained out. Not knowing when she would get tired of him. That other one had said some day Gabriel might get his wand back, but he didn't believe it. One of these times Victoria would get tired of him.
That would be it.
Funny, he didn't remember what had brought him here. Gabriel had a phobia of ghosts, but ... here he was. No ghosts to be seen, huh. You would think here of all places is where they would be. He remembered, there had been ... that girl. Here. What had she been doing here? Blood, bird guts ... everywhere. Strange. She hadn't remembered who she was, why she was there, but she knew the school when he told her.
Restless, Gabriel sat up. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't. Things lived here.
He needed to leave.
Legs a bit shaky, Gabriel got up. The dark was here, and he didn't remember the walk. There had been a reason, but ... what was it? Shit. He rubbed his head, checking his knives. At least he had those, but most things wouldn't be thrown off by a knife. Most of them had silver, but again, not everything would care. Some things didn't give a shit what your knives were made from, they just wanted you dead.
And you couldn't do anything about it.
"Are you sick?"
"I'm fine."
Speaking to shadows, are we? Gabriel shook his head, putting fingers to his temple. His eyes were probably bloodshot, and those damned shadows under them were the big give away.
How did you get tired of being tired?
In a foul mood, Gabriel tried again to straighten up and walk. Where he was going was anyone's guess.
.