Room 222, Late Friday Afternoon
Jackson was pretty aware of the phases of the moon these days, for obvious reasons. Sunday was another full moon. He could already feel it, too. Or at least he'd felt it earlier today, before coming back to his room after an indulgent pastry run into town. Hadn't he? He had.
But why would he ever feel the moon?
Because he was a werewolf.
Was he?
... Suddenly he wasn't so sure. It was like he knew he was, but he also knew he wasn't. It was one of the most unpleasant feelings he'd ever had (and you know, he'd felt some bad things before), so it was almost a relief when suddenly all he could focus on was a sharp pain in his head. He did not even really notice the blood flowing from his nose (there was maybe some blank gunk at first, then just blood), or one of his desk drawers going back to normal after having looked like it was being viewed through a staticky old TV set.
It was hard to notice something like that when you had your eyes closed and your hands clamped to your temples, as if that would help.
[ooc: Open post/door, if you feel like poking the confused. And yes, I love tormenting this guy.]
But why would he ever feel the moon?
Because he was a werewolf.
Was he?
... Suddenly he wasn't so sure. It was like he knew he was, but he also knew he wasn't. It was one of the most unpleasant feelings he'd ever had (and you know, he'd felt some bad things before), so it was almost a relief when suddenly all he could focus on was a sharp pain in his head. He did not even really notice the blood flowing from his nose (there was maybe some blank gunk at first, then just blood), or one of his desk drawers going back to normal after having looked like it was being viewed through a staticky old TV set.
It was hard to notice something like that when you had your eyes closed and your hands clamped to your temples, as if that would help.
[ooc: Open post/door, if you feel like poking the confused. And yes, I love tormenting this guy.]