Post by Shadow Clearwater on Dec 19, 2009 12:28:50 GMT -5
On the positive outlook, Shadow was sat rather comfortably upon the sidewalk curb, a mug of hot cocoa burning and numbing his fingers.
On the negative, he was only hugging that cocoa so closely to his chest with the intent of using it as some sort of reality check.
For a fair few months now, the alumnus had been suffering with various strains of hallucination and mal-belief. As far as he was, personally, aware it hadn't strained from anything he had done or experienced. Though, for that matter, he could barely remember what he'd experienced over the passing time of the last few weeks, months. There were odd moments he could recollect; fear; screaming at the headmaster; darkness; and a bunch of other non-coherent or related stuff.
He knew for a fact he'd woke up that morning in Erin's appartment, amongst a bunch of blankets that smelt like dog.
Hrm.
Pulling his scarf closer around his neck, Shadonious blew the steam away from the mug and brought it to his lips with a slight wince. He'd kept his eyes shut tight for the majority of the hour or so he'd been sat there (his butt was freezing....!) occasionally looking up with a minute smile when waitresses brought him another mug.
It wasn't his fault that everything around him was blurring and melting into soft pools of neochrome colour. It was disturbing for him to watch people trudge through the damp without as much as looking up when the voices whispered to him to help. Why didn't they help the voice out? He was tired of waking up to the little girl's crying and being unable to stop, or help, or quieten the tears.
She never told him where she was or what had happened.
Just cried. Sang pitifully. And pleaded.
[Hoi...]
On the negative, he was only hugging that cocoa so closely to his chest with the intent of using it as some sort of reality check.
For a fair few months now, the alumnus had been suffering with various strains of hallucination and mal-belief. As far as he was, personally, aware it hadn't strained from anything he had done or experienced. Though, for that matter, he could barely remember what he'd experienced over the passing time of the last few weeks, months. There were odd moments he could recollect; fear; screaming at the headmaster; darkness; and a bunch of other non-coherent or related stuff.
He knew for a fact he'd woke up that morning in Erin's appartment, amongst a bunch of blankets that smelt like dog.
Hrm.
Pulling his scarf closer around his neck, Shadonious blew the steam away from the mug and brought it to his lips with a slight wince. He'd kept his eyes shut tight for the majority of the hour or so he'd been sat there (his butt was freezing....!) occasionally looking up with a minute smile when waitresses brought him another mug.
It wasn't his fault that everything around him was blurring and melting into soft pools of neochrome colour. It was disturbing for him to watch people trudge through the damp without as much as looking up when the voices whispered to him to help. Why didn't they help the voice out? He was tired of waking up to the little girl's crying and being unable to stop, or help, or quieten the tears.
She never told him where she was or what had happened.
Just cried. Sang pitifully. And pleaded.
[Hoi...]