[Delmar had actually been excited to discover the mirror at first. It had seemed like such a pretty thing, so much so that he had instantly reached for it the moment he found it. However his delight at its delicate beauty is quickly killed by what greets him in the reflection.
It takes a second for him to realize what he is seeing. He recognizes his house with its familiar wood paneling and his favorite blanket strewn across the couch, but everything seems off. The shelves look to be caked in dust. The coffee table has been nocked askew with a mug left on its side in a thick puddle of liquid which must be now dried milky coffee. None of this make sense as Delmar always keeps a very clean house.
Then he realizes that there is something laying between the coffee table and his favorite armchair. A body, old, wrinkled, and clearly dead, and clearly dead for at least several days.
Delmar feels a rise of sickness in his throat at the realization that that body is his. It's wearing his clothes. Its holding his book of crossword puzzles. Somehow in this awful scene he sees he has died and no one has even noticed. No one has come to check where Delmar has gone. Perhaps no one has even noticed that he has gone missing.
Eyes beginning to well with tears he throws the mirror away from himself and it lands on the bed with a muffled 'thumph'. He then grabs his coat and not even bothering to brush his hair or grab his trilby, Delmar rushes out the door, cheeks wet. He wants to be as far away from that mean thing as he possibly can be. ]
I. Around Town - All Throughout the Event
[However it seems he can't escape it. Even though he's left that horrid mirror in his apartment, he still sees its vision in every window, every table surface, even in every spoon, and he can be spotted throwing a spoon. And as if on cue, every time he sees it he finds himself struggling to blink back tears. Thus he can be seen darting dramatically away from storefronts as if they just caught fire and trying to walk while staring intently at his feet, which now and again causes him to bump into things (or people).
Eventually he becomes so desperate that he tries to hide in the park, coat pulled up over his head as he sits on the grass with his face pressed against his bent knees.]
Delmar - OTA
It takes a second for him to realize what he is seeing. He recognizes his house with its familiar wood paneling and his favorite blanket strewn across the couch, but everything seems off. The shelves look to be caked in dust. The coffee table has been nocked askew with a mug left on its side in a thick puddle of liquid which must be now dried milky coffee. None of this make sense as Delmar always keeps a very clean house.
Then he realizes that there is something laying between the coffee table and his favorite armchair. A body, old, wrinkled, and clearly dead, and clearly dead for at least several days.
Delmar feels a rise of sickness in his throat at the realization that that body is his. It's wearing his clothes. Its holding his book of crossword puzzles. Somehow in this awful scene he sees he has died and no one has even noticed. No one has come to check where Delmar has gone. Perhaps no one has even noticed that he has gone missing.
Eyes beginning to well with tears he throws the mirror away from himself and it lands on the bed with a muffled 'thumph'. He then grabs his coat and not even bothering to brush his hair or grab his trilby, Delmar rushes out the door, cheeks wet. He wants to be as far away from that mean thing as he possibly can be. ]
I. Around Town - All Throughout the Event
[However it seems he can't escape it. Even though he's left that horrid mirror in his apartment, he still sees its vision in every window, every table surface, even in every spoon, and he can be spotted throwing a spoon. And as if on cue, every time he sees it he finds himself struggling to blink back tears. Thus he can be seen darting dramatically away from storefronts as if they just caught fire and trying to walk while staring intently at his feet, which now and again causes him to bump into things (or people).
Eventually he becomes so desperate that he tries to hide in the park, coat pulled up over his head as he sits on the grass with his face pressed against his bent knees.]