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mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 04:29 am
butterflyinfojk) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-12 04:29 am
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4th Party!
[Taylor Road 1130; early morning~morning]
[ This is ridiculous. JK's been trying to sleep for several hours now, but whenever he wakes up, haunted by nightmates. He's woken up from them several times already and it's just early morning. He doesn't remember the exact details, but it's got him shaking and feeling horrible every time.
So he's given up on sleep now. Actually, he's decided that he won't sleep at all. Not if it only leads to him being so scared. As if dying wasn't enough, why does he have to have nightmares too?
He crawls out of bed and goes downstairs. He pulls out whatever alcohol he can find in the pantry, bringing it with him into the livingroom. He flops down up the couch, puppling up his legs and opens one of the bottles. He's going to spend what's left of the night drinking. ]
[Taylor Road & neighbouring streets; around lunch]
[ He got packages today. Two of them, and rather big, though one is definitely bigger than the other.
When he opens them, he finds the bigger one containing his clothes; colourful and shiny. In the other is various bracelets, earrings, and all of the jewelry he owns. Wow. At least that's something in exchange of dying. Not that he ever wanted to die, and he doesn't want to do it again. Never ever again. But at least getting his wardrobe back brightens his mood, and he is happy to change into some of his most brightly coloured clothes.
After he's changed, he walks out on the street, greeting and winking at people who pass him by (he's not really in that good a mood, he's exaggerating. But at least he feels better than this morning) . Maybe you stop to properly talk to him, maybe you greet him back and just continue along your way or maybe you ignore him entirely. Either way he's noticed you. ]
[John Doe Park; afternoon]
[ Still refusing to sleep, JK's not in that good mood anymore. It disappeared thoughout the day. He's not up to moving around that much right now. He's sitting on a park bench, staring at the ground. He sort of wishes that humans didn't have to sleep at all, but that's impossible. He traces patterns on the bench, trying to concentrate on whatever he can see. ]
[Anywhere and everywhere; evening]
[ He's starting to get tired, and he figures sitting still will make it easier for him to fall asleep. So now he's just wandering around town, window shopping even though everything is closed for the day and focusing all his attention on that. Whatever keeps him from falling asleep with be much appreciated. ]
(ooc: this is during the 12 btw, since I never know what day it will be dated when I upload this time of th day (aka 5 in the morning). In case it gets dated the 11th.)
[ This is ridiculous. JK's been trying to sleep for several hours now, but whenever he wakes up, haunted by nightmates. He's woken up from them several times already and it's just early morning. He doesn't remember the exact details, but it's got him shaking and feeling horrible every time.
So he's given up on sleep now. Actually, he's decided that he won't sleep at all. Not if it only leads to him being so scared. As if dying wasn't enough, why does he have to have nightmares too?
He crawls out of bed and goes downstairs. He pulls out whatever alcohol he can find in the pantry, bringing it with him into the livingroom. He flops down up the couch, puppling up his legs and opens one of the bottles. He's going to spend what's left of the night drinking. ]
[Taylor Road & neighbouring streets; around lunch]
[ He got packages today. Two of them, and rather big, though one is definitely bigger than the other.
When he opens them, he finds the bigger one containing his clothes; colourful and shiny. In the other is various bracelets, earrings, and all of the jewelry he owns. Wow. At least that's something in exchange of dying. Not that he ever wanted to die, and he doesn't want to do it again. Never ever again. But at least getting his wardrobe back brightens his mood, and he is happy to change into some of his most brightly coloured clothes.
After he's changed, he walks out on the street, greeting and winking at people who pass him by (he's not really in that good a mood, he's exaggerating. But at least he feels better than this morning) . Maybe you stop to properly talk to him, maybe you greet him back and just continue along your way or maybe you ignore him entirely. Either way he's noticed you. ]
[John Doe Park; afternoon]
[ Still refusing to sleep, JK's not in that good mood anymore. It disappeared thoughout the day. He's not up to moving around that much right now. He's sitting on a park bench, staring at the ground. He sort of wishes that humans didn't have to sleep at all, but that's impossible. He traces patterns on the bench, trying to concentrate on whatever he can see. ]
[Anywhere and everywhere; evening]
[ He's starting to get tired, and he figures sitting still will make it easier for him to fall asleep. So now he's just wandering around town, window shopping even though everything is closed for the day and focusing all his attention on that. Whatever keeps him from falling asleep with be much appreciated. ]
(ooc: this is during the 12 btw, since I never know what day it will be dated when I upload this time of th day (aka 5 in the morning). In case it gets dated the 11th.)
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He looks away, staring out the window. ]
Not really.
[ Just major disappointment, among other things. ]
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[Her hand moves from the bottle to his shoulder.]
As long as this place has assigned me to be your guardian, I have a responsibility toward you. Drinking too much can stunt your growth and destroy your internal organs, including your mind. And if you have regular fits of drunkeness like these...
[She surveys all the bottles on the floor.]
You will shorten your own life span, not to mention give yourself a horrible hangover. As someone who is responsible for your safety, I cannot allow it.
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[Or any night when she is in the house, actually.]
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You need to stop. Just for tonight. I will hold you through the nightmares. Just do not do this to yourself.
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I can't- I just- I don't want to think any more. [ He hides his face in his knees, arms tightening their grip around himself. ]
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