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hadriel_logs2018-03-01 10:34 pm
killthisparty) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-03-01 10:34 pm
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Who: Party & you
What: It's been a hellish couple of weeks, specially last week. He needs to catch some air and be alone for a while, maybe explore the place after being here for almost a month.
Where: Several places in Hadriel
When: March 1st - March 4th
Warnings: Language, depressive thoughts, dissociation, mentions of death, mentions of abusive & obsessive behavior (relating to the Kiss Me Kill Me event). Will add more if necessary.
💊MARCH 1ST - ALL DAY
God, he almost forgot how the sun burns the absolute shit out of your eyes when you're not ready.
You'd think a lifetime of living in the desert would make it easier to remember, but, no, not with how hazy and blurry his head is. Has been. Honestly, he's not even sure how long it's been since he ended up here, everything seems like it started a second and a century ago.
You could debate that, considering everything that's been going on between him and his family, specially when everyone went cuckoo cocoa puff for a week, that leaving the house with no warning is probably a bad idea. You could, but he would absolutely cuss you and your entire being down to your atoms right off for even thinking about getting into his business.
He should probably find out something about the place he's now stuck in. Purgatory MK II. Land of spirals and sand. The wrong sand. The wrong air. The wrong sky.
He goes in and out of buildings without much thought. Quiet and subtle, he catches himself between moments of lost time, unsure of how long he's been walking before he's inside a room, a store, a bar, the clinic.
The emptier it looks, the more likely he's bound to walk in there and start taking a real close look at things. Touching things, pocketing what's small and useful - or just shiny and interesting.
Oh, was that yours? Well, not anymore.
💊MARCH 1ST - EVENING [Closed to Killjoy house]
It almost takes him too long to find his way back. His head isn't completely clear of static, but better than before - something that somehow frustrates him, despite the relief. That doesn't make sense? Fair, but, neither does anything in this fucked up life and world and city, so he doesn't bother to untangle those thoughts.
He doesn't know how long it's been. He knows it was hot, then hotter, then cooler, and then cold and slowly darkening,
so he tried to find his way home. Pockets full, so it wasn't a waist, but skull clogged with the anxiety of seeing his familiars again.
There should be a comfort in it, sure. Somewhere, deep down, there is. But everything's still so...whatever this is.
It'll get better. Right?
💊MARCH 2ND - 4TH
The exploring continues. It wasn't so bad, that first day, and maybe this time he actually bothers to tell them where he's going.
This time, he heads straight for the places that seem to hold the more practical utilities and supplies - the speakeasy,the clinic (oh, he hates it, it makes his skin crawl, but he gets in there), the stores, the pawn shop, anywhere that has food.
He can be spotted, every once in a while, hanging around and just...taking things. Just taking them.
Maybe you joined him? Maybe you caught him? Maybe you just said hello. Oh, there's plenty of ways to get him to talk,
but even more to get him to bristle up defensively at a stranger.
What: It's been a hellish couple of weeks, specially last week. He needs to catch some air and be alone for a while, maybe explore the place after being here for almost a month.
Where: Several places in Hadriel
When: March 1st - March 4th
Warnings: Language, depressive thoughts, dissociation, mentions of death, mentions of abusive & obsessive behavior (relating to the Kiss Me Kill Me event). Will add more if necessary.
💊MARCH 1ST - ALL DAY
God, he almost forgot how the sun burns the absolute shit out of your eyes when you're not ready.
You'd think a lifetime of living in the desert would make it easier to remember, but, no, not with how hazy and blurry his head is. Has been. Honestly, he's not even sure how long it's been since he ended up here, everything seems like it started a second and a century ago.
You could debate that, considering everything that's been going on between him and his family, specially when everyone went cuckoo cocoa puff for a week, that leaving the house with no warning is probably a bad idea. You could, but he would absolutely cuss you and your entire being down to your atoms right off for even thinking about getting into his business.
He should probably find out something about the place he's now stuck in. Purgatory MK II. Land of spirals and sand. The wrong sand. The wrong air. The wrong sky.
He goes in and out of buildings without much thought. Quiet and subtle, he catches himself between moments of lost time, unsure of how long he's been walking before he's inside a room, a store, a bar, the clinic.
The emptier it looks, the more likely he's bound to walk in there and start taking a real close look at things. Touching things, pocketing what's small and useful - or just shiny and interesting.
Oh, was that yours? Well, not anymore.
💊MARCH 1ST - EVENING [Closed to Killjoy house]
It almost takes him too long to find his way back. His head isn't completely clear of static, but better than before - something that somehow frustrates him, despite the relief. That doesn't make sense? Fair, but, neither does anything in this fucked up life and world and city, so he doesn't bother to untangle those thoughts.
He doesn't know how long it's been. He knows it was hot, then hotter, then cooler, and then cold and slowly darkening,
so he tried to find his way home. Pockets full, so it wasn't a waist, but skull clogged with the anxiety of seeing his familiars again.
There should be a comfort in it, sure. Somewhere, deep down, there is. But everything's still so...whatever this is.
It'll get better. Right?
💊MARCH 2ND - 4TH
The exploring continues. It wasn't so bad, that first day, and maybe this time he actually bothers to tell them where he's going.
This time, he heads straight for the places that seem to hold the more practical utilities and supplies - the speakeasy,the clinic (oh, he hates it, it makes his skin crawl, but he gets in there), the stores, the pawn shop, anywhere that has food.
He can be spotted, every once in a while, hanging around and just...taking things. Just taking them.
Maybe you joined him? Maybe you caught him? Maybe you just said hello. Oh, there's plenty of ways to get him to talk,
but even more to get him to bristle up defensively at a stranger.