William Schuester (
bustsamove) wrote in
mayfield_rpg2012-01-31 04:31 pm
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Action: All over town
[Anyone that was at the High School a few days ago may remember this guy and his festering head wound. He seems to have recovered, maybe.
Will is walking aimlessly through town, his skin pale and clammy looking. His head wound is still visible, but the blood has congealed into a disgusting black clot. He feels cold to the touch, like a living corpse. You would think this would be the worst of it, but all of the physical problems pale in comparison to the sheer loneliness and despair that has overcome him sense he was revived. He remembers everything about his death, but not the wounds or the pain, the endless void of his death. If he were capable of crying right now he would, but he can't even manage to do that. He's quietly mumbling something to himself. You'll have to go bother him to find out what it is.]
Will is walking aimlessly through town, his skin pale and clammy looking. His head wound is still visible, but the blood has congealed into a disgusting black clot. He feels cold to the touch, like a living corpse. You would think this would be the worst of it, but all of the physical problems pale in comparison to the sheer loneliness and despair that has overcome him sense he was revived. He remembers everything about his death, but not the wounds or the pain, the endless void of his death. If he were capable of crying right now he would, but he can't even manage to do that. He's quietly mumbling something to himself. You'll have to go bother him to find out what it is.]

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Sir, I think you need to go to the hospital, or home to rest.
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Sorry, no, there's really no point.
[his voice is void of any emotion.]
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[oh, there's a little emotion.]
no no no no I can't
I can't go to sleep.
never again. I just…no.
[it's almost like he's having a panic attack, but with maybe a quarter of the energy behind it. His protest is mostly monotone, but there's a hit of terror in there, something really has him spooked…something besides the head wound.]
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But everyoen has to sleep eventually.
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I just can't…
[he looks so tired though]
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[She blinks away tears.]
I, I can sit with you until you wake up if it helps.
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He tries to speak with some emotion, but it still just comes out as monotone, this is torture.]
Please don't…
I'll do it if you stop crying.
;;
I'm sure there's a free bed at the hospital or in the nurses office where you can rest for a couple hours.
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[One word, that's really all he has the energy for. As soon as he finally agreed to rest it's like all of the exhaustion washed over him like a wave. He really did need that bed and he needed it fast, his steps are becoming a lot less even.]
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The school should be open still, c'mon.
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Did you want and extra blanket or some water?
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