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[crossespurpose]

WHO: Colin Wilkes (crossespurpose) & O P E N.
WHEN: FORWARD DATED: September 25th | early morning.
WHERE: Recreational Room.
SUMMARY: After a rough introduction to the facility having come in right before the recent F3 and having difficulties floating about in the week prior, Colin finds himself in the recreational room having passed out from lack of sleep on

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[notaspeedyhobo]

[Tommy has spent most of the zero g week with his brother in Billy's room, both of them tending to their wounds and providing the mutual comfort and support that only brothers could. He was back in his own room before reset, though, and despite feeling a little better than he had at the beginning of the week, sleep is still difficult to come by. It's early in the morning and he's been up two or three times all night when he finally just decides to go for a walk, since the gravity is back and his legs are aching.

There's a decent amount of open space in the rec room. He's thinking about going for a walk when he hears a noise, spots the boy. Tommy frowns for a moment before- Oh. It's that kid Damian said he was taking care of, isn't it?]

Hey, you alright?

[crossespurpose]

[The voice sounds and he tenses, immediately looking to the incoming figure who was not someone he had seen before. Damian had taken the device from him before he was able to respond to much of anyone and Colin was unknowing to the others concern the day he arrived. His chest rose and fell with his breaths as he quickly stood to his feet, stumbling slightly from the lack of using his legs for the past week. He looked nervous, that much was clear but it was obvious he could not run.

Watching the other carefully, cautiously he replied in a quiet tone.] I'm--

I'm okay.

[notaspeedyhobo]

[He certainly doesn't sound okay. Tommy knows a thing or two about night terrors, especially ones brought on by stress. He has nightmares himself at least a few times a week, sometimes more often.

This kid, it's obvious he's nervous, and that brings something out in Tommy, the side of him that is decent with children. Molly was always considerably easier than the kids around this place, though. Still, when he approaches, he does it slowly, making sure his hands are visible and empty and relaxed.] You sure? You don't look so good. Somethin' wrong?

[crossespurpose]

[He's been having them for awhile, most of his sleep is interrupted when he is able to gain it which is rare. He is a child and he is sleep deprived and despite the way that the venom affects his system it does not work to the extremes and here, it's cut by half unknowingly to him. The bruise beneath his scattered red hair is apparent from the fall last night and as he fumbles his hands with the edge of his jacket, he looks down when the other continues to look at him.

When Tommy steps near, he looks up though and watches him with extreme caution. Damian said he could trust no one--but the other, he seemed nice despite Colin's mental state and inclination to not trust those older than him.] I--

I don't remember falling asleep here.

[notasidedick]

[It's a wonder that Dick was even out of his room. He had barely left it since he's come back from the dead. But it was more of a nuisance to get around when there was no gravity. It was easier to slip in and out of places now that the gravity was back.

It was silly of him. To go by the rooms. He went by Bruce's room. Tim's room. He peeked into Damian's room. The bunk bed was gone. Damian's stuff was still there. Just no Damian. He was so numb right now. He was mostly working on autopilot as he walked around. Deciding that staying around would just make his mood worst and make him more paranoid of Damian being gone, he decided to head back to his room. Well...

Dick decided to stop by the Rec room. He needed more books to read if he was going to be a bit of a shut in. He could only stay so occupied in his room for so long. That's when he spots Colin though. He makes his way over to the other, crouching down. He had a look of concern on his face.] Hey. You okay? I can get you some water. It looks like you might need it.

[crossespurpose]

[The other is suddenly there and he finds himself pushing back. Colin didn't even hear him come in he was so lost within his own mind and with his hands and feet he manages to scoot a good distance away from the other, at least out of his grasp. He looks to his face and while he looks kind enough, while he looks like he is concerned his mind does not allow him to register this heavily, brows knitted together. His breathing increases as his heart rate does from the appearance of the stranger, another person connected to Damian but forget it if he would know that--he was told not to trust a soul and Dick was an adult on top of that, an adult that Colin had issues trusting since his earlier youth.] N-no!

[He replies in a quieter tone, watching him with caution.] I'm fine.

[notasidedick]

Hey, calm down. You're. You're Damian's friend right? Steph has been taking care of you from what I heard.

[Oh dear. He didn't mean to scare the other so much. He raises his hands up in surrender though. Best to make sure that he knew that he wasn't going to try and hurt the other or anything of that sort. He was pretty sure with his worn down appearance, he wasn't the most easy to trust thing to look at. God damn it facility.] Hey. I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm just concerned. You seem to be a good friend of Damian.

[crossespurpose]

[The situation changes with the other mentions the two names. While he is still not sure of the man, he pauses and stops his retreat, simply keeping still and listening to the other talk, looking up at Dick's hands and then back to his face. Sure, he looks a wreck right now but he knows the other even though he is not aware of it at the moment. Still--he keeps his distance, only allowing a few breaths to settle heavily into the space between before drawing his legs near his own body.] You know Damian?

[He pauses cautiously.] And Steph?

[thejayonfire]

[Katniss was trying to get her gravity-legs back as she walked around, trying to get herself oriented, she was still exhausted, she had her own night terrors. Rue. The creatures with the cut up faces. The Mutts with the eyes... she shook her head as she entered the room, hearing the sound with her good ear, she turned her head in the direction to see if the sound would confirm it.]

[crossespurpose]

[He didn't notice the other enter the room, he didn't see her because he was too busy looking down at his hands which he was wringing together. A breath in and a breath out--calm down, was all he could hear in his head--what Damian had told him since he arrived here in that severe tone of his but Damian was not there to tell him that at the moment so he was in the midst of almost having another panic attack.

Another breath, another out. All he had to do was stand up and go back to Damian's room, he could be safe there, he could find Steph.]

[thejayonfire]

[She walked over to the sound and crouched down, her long black braid falling over her should.]

Shhh. Its alright. [She was using a soft voice, like she would to Prim. Another child here.]

[crossespurpose]

[Another moment of panic as soon as the soothing voice sounded. Despite how nice it was, he backed away, immediately shifting his body to push himself with hands and feet away from the other--looking disoriented and panicked. Heavier breaths and he was watching her carefully, eyes upon her face. A girl--he had only met Steph so far and the other seemed young enough but still, he kept remembering Damian's words not to trust anyone.

His voice eventually caught in his throat as he backed himself against the nearby shelf.] Who--

Who are you?

[ippotsuko]

[Accelerator was not the type of person to typically be up early in the morning. He was a night owl, and he liked his sleep.

But right now? He couldn't sleep. Watching the innocent suffer and being able to do next to nothing to save them was his worst nightmare. Accelerator could wallow in his sorrow with the best of them, but he generally tended to cope with his more serious troubles by pretending they didn't bother him. He didn't pretend they didn't exist, he'd just treat them casually; like they didn't matter at all.

But that wasn't working right now. This was not his own suffering, the kind of thing he could tell himself he deserved and pass off as normal. This was the suffering of others, and that was harder for him to deal with. Most things bored him--the apathy he made himself feel towards most things to protect himself came with a price, he supposed--but his usual choice of activity during downtime was laying around doing nothing. Staring at the ceiling, the wall. And that definitely wouldn't get his mind off of anything

[crossespurpose]

[He was trying to deal with his own mind, he was trying to deal with the issues that rolled around inside his brain, things that he thought he was over but now they all came rushing back and had been rushing since day one at the facility. The faces over the network, he had not seen what had really happened the last few weeks but he had heard the screams and listened to the war from the hideaway that he had been shoved within. It was traumatizing, the entire situation was and then week after week the situation did not change. For a child in a situation like his own, he did not have any stability, no structure. Still, when the voice finally sounded he looked up immediately and stared at the pale figure standing before him

[ippotsuko]

[Accelerator's expression didn't change much, he just seemed mildly confused, maybe a tad bit surprised. He was more than used to terrifying people--after all, he spent ten years of his life working his hardest to scare people so badly that rather than constantly attacking him, they'd all leave him alone and he could finally live his life in peace without having to harm anyone ever again. Still, he didn't hold the reputation of the strongest, most terrifying monster here like he did back home, so he hadn't made someone tremble like that in awhile.]

Doesn't sound like fucking "nothing."

[He let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, and did his best to sound disinterested.]

[crossespurpose]

[And he's doing a good enough job sounding disinterested to the point where Colin is questioning what he wants exactly. He could leave the room as simply as he walked in or just let him pass, let him flee but instead he kept speaking. With a quiet glance, he kept near the bookshelves and away, hearing the sigh of the other catch the air and not responding to it with anything epic, just those large eyes and nervous expression.] It's nothing.

[He tries to detour the other with repetitiveness and in all honesty--he didn't know what to say.]

I'm fine.