Post by Gabriel Adams on Jul 12, 2012 15:13:08 GMT -5
ooc: first post for micha plox
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The house had been empty a long time, and judging by the sagging floor and leaking ceiling, it would be empty for a longer time yet. Someone had boarded up the windows against the storm that had likely done the other damage. Overall, it was a haven for anyone looking to hide. A dead spider clung to its web in the corner, the remains of a last meal bound tightly in threads and dangling from the peeling wallpaper.
Half an hour ago Gabriel had started a hazardous journey from the school to the town nearby. Hazardous because half an hour before that he'd woken up unable to breathe, fingers crushing his windpipe and black over his eyes. The start of a fit, where everyone was one and the same and he called no one friend. A headache throbbed at the back of his skull, sometimes creating small black spots on his vision that made him pause. At least it was fairly late, guarenteeing that not many of his fellow students would be out and about. Maybe someone, one of the older kids, coming back from a drink in town, or someone just now getting done with their work. Astronomy students, the like.
They were not on his list of concerns. Right now he needed to get off of the school grounds, and somewhere he could think. In a few seconds of clarity Gabriel had remembered to change out of his sleeping things into clothes that wouldn't draw attention, or more attention than an obviously ill teenager walking the streets at odd hours of the morning.
After several of these stops, Gabriel stood on the doorstep of the house. He'd visited it off and on before, but it had been months. It looked in worse repair than he remembered, but because it was out of the way no one complained about the eyesore it undoubtedly was. The Ravenclaw glanced around one, paused. For a second he thought he saw something, but then there was the familiar brush of someone against him, someone cold and not really there. Not real. That was what he told himself. Of course it was difficult to believe that when he could feel warm breath on the back of his neck and fingers trying to lace with his.
Jesus, it was cold, had it always been this cold?
Gabriel's eyes flickered from the dead spider, the boarded windows, the dust-caked floor and finally to the table against the wall, littered with sheets of paper. A stub of a pencil remained there. Before he'd shut the door, before he had even stepped inside, something grabbed him by the hand. The Ravenclaw jerked away and leaned on the doorframe, massaging his skull with one hand. The idea was to get inside, lock the door, soundproof everything with a spell, and wait it out.
In a minute, in a minute. His hand curled at his side, nails digging into his palm. In a minute he'd move, shut the door. It all seemed bleak, horrorifying. He was being stupid.
Shouldn't have forgotten to take your meds.
One more minute.
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The house had been empty a long time, and judging by the sagging floor and leaking ceiling, it would be empty for a longer time yet. Someone had boarded up the windows against the storm that had likely done the other damage. Overall, it was a haven for anyone looking to hide. A dead spider clung to its web in the corner, the remains of a last meal bound tightly in threads and dangling from the peeling wallpaper.
Half an hour ago Gabriel had started a hazardous journey from the school to the town nearby. Hazardous because half an hour before that he'd woken up unable to breathe, fingers crushing his windpipe and black over his eyes. The start of a fit, where everyone was one and the same and he called no one friend. A headache throbbed at the back of his skull, sometimes creating small black spots on his vision that made him pause. At least it was fairly late, guarenteeing that not many of his fellow students would be out and about. Maybe someone, one of the older kids, coming back from a drink in town, or someone just now getting done with their work. Astronomy students, the like.
They were not on his list of concerns. Right now he needed to get off of the school grounds, and somewhere he could think. In a few seconds of clarity Gabriel had remembered to change out of his sleeping things into clothes that wouldn't draw attention, or more attention than an obviously ill teenager walking the streets at odd hours of the morning.
After several of these stops, Gabriel stood on the doorstep of the house. He'd visited it off and on before, but it had been months. It looked in worse repair than he remembered, but because it was out of the way no one complained about the eyesore it undoubtedly was. The Ravenclaw glanced around one, paused. For a second he thought he saw something, but then there was the familiar brush of someone against him, someone cold and not really there. Not real. That was what he told himself. Of course it was difficult to believe that when he could feel warm breath on the back of his neck and fingers trying to lace with his.
Jesus, it was cold, had it always been this cold?
Gabriel's eyes flickered from the dead spider, the boarded windows, the dust-caked floor and finally to the table against the wall, littered with sheets of paper. A stub of a pencil remained there. Before he'd shut the door, before he had even stepped inside, something grabbed him by the hand. The Ravenclaw jerked away and leaned on the doorframe, massaging his skull with one hand. The idea was to get inside, lock the door, soundproof everything with a spell, and wait it out.
In a minute, in a minute. His hand curled at his side, nails digging into his palm. In a minute he'd move, shut the door. It all seemed bleak, horrorifying. He was being stupid.
Shouldn't have forgotten to take your meds.
One more minute.