our parents rue the day | OPEN
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 the pile of cushions located there.
RATING: TBA.
WARNING: TBA.
NOTE: Since Colin is not tagging around the network due to plot purpose with an over-protective friend, if you want some interaction with the ginger child tag here! I am looking to get him out there more so he does not see that everyone in the facility is not trustworthy.
[He had not heard from Damian as of late and that certainly was not helping. The singular person he fully trusted had not been present for quite some time asides mild interaction here and there and while Steph had proven herself supportive company, the stress of his first few weeks in facility was getting to him and the anxiety of the resets and the different situations had him back into a state of perpetual anxiety, a state he was in a year ago, something he thought he was over. Sure, the other boys presence had helped and his make-shift bear, but his lack of strength in his alternative ego and himself was bringing him down again and again with each change. He didn‘t trust anyone really, he was told not to so the majority of his time there had been spent in quite and solitude, not helping the idea in his head that he was back in the mental institution he was in before.
When the gravity had turned back on, he had been in the recreational room because of his inability to stabilize himself. Steph had helped but he still had issues when he needed to go get water, or those horrible food bars. When it had cut though, he had fallen and hit his head, it had hurt but the only thing he could bring himself to do was stand up and fall onto the pile of cushions located in the room. It was comfortable enough and he was tired enough from lack of sleep and his negative state of mind, his psychosis. He had passed out and around 6AM he had woken again with a start from night terrors.
A small sound escaped his lips before sitting up quickly, looking disorientated as he tried to calm his rapid breaths.]
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 the pile of cushions located there.
RATING: TBA.
WARNING: TBA.
NOTE: Since Colin is not tagging around the network due to plot purpose with an over-protective friend, if you want some interaction with the ginger child tag here! I am looking to get him out there more so he does not see that everyone in the facility is not trustworthy.
[He had not heard from Damian as of late and that certainly was not helping. The singular person he fully trusted had not been present for quite some time asides mild interaction here and there and while Steph had proven herself supportive company, the stress of his first few weeks in facility was getting to him and the anxiety of the resets and the different situations had him back into a state of perpetual anxiety, a state he was in a year ago, something he thought he was over. Sure, the other boys presence had helped and his make-shift bear, but his lack of strength in his alternative ego and himself was bringing him down again and again with each change. He didn‘t trust anyone really, he was told not to so the majority of his time there had been spent in quite and solitude, not helping the idea in his head that he was back in the mental institution he was in before.
When the gravity had turned back on, he had been in the recreational room because of his inability to stabilize himself. Steph had helped but he still had issues when he needed to go get water, or those horrible food bars. When it had cut though, he had fallen and hit his head, it had hurt but the only thing he could bring himself to do was stand up and fall onto the pile of cushions located in the room. It was comfortable enough and he was tired enough from lack of sleep and his negative state of mind, his psychosis. He had passed out and around 6AM he had woken again with a start from night terrors.
A small sound escaped his lips before sitting up quickly, looking disorientated as he tried to calm his rapid breaths.]