Open RP: Evan finally stumbles out of the Sorting Room...
Evan felt his legs getting heavier, just now.
It was really weird how he suddenly really hungover. Or just injured as all hell.
Oh, shit...here it co --
As fast as he could, Evan ducked around a corner and checked to see if it was deserted. Finding no one at the moment, he sunk to the floor, allowing the seizure to roll over him, knowing there was nothing he could do.
His friends' lives, all normal, all beautiful without him there to fuck it all up...Lenny, not afraid, not used and abused by -- Tommy, now an upstanding valedictorian instead of a sociopath who hated his guts for loving... Kayleigh leaning up to kiss a stranger...Mom, remarried to -- Chuck, oddly...Thumper, the same, it seemed. He wasn't there before, of course...
Evan felt himself still, his breath rushing into his lungs, and brought a shaking hand up to wipe at his nose. It came away bloody but he simply wiped his nose on his sleeve and sat, finally not giving a damn. It didn't matter if he rushed anyway, nothing was going to change here, right? Being dead was the only thing that didn't change.
"It's okay," he told himself quietly, feeling the exhaustion he used to force himself to ignore taking over. "I can sleep now. And it doesn't matter because I know who and what I am."
And then there was sleep.
Mun: I'm personally subscribing to this theory about Evan's paternal family's hereditary condition, being the severe temporal lobe epilepsy part, also called schizoform epilepsy and epiliptoform schizophrenia. Do with it as we all will. Evan is experiencing an aura, followed by what is known as the post-seizure ictal state.
It was really weird how he suddenly really hungover. Or just injured as all hell.
Oh, shit...here it co --
As fast as he could, Evan ducked around a corner and checked to see if it was deserted. Finding no one at the moment, he sunk to the floor, allowing the seizure to roll over him, knowing there was nothing he could do.
His friends' lives, all normal, all beautiful without him there to fuck it all up...Lenny, not afraid, not used and abused by -- Tommy, now an upstanding valedictorian instead of a sociopath who hated his guts for loving... Kayleigh leaning up to kiss a stranger...Mom, remarried to -- Chuck, oddly...Thumper, the same, it seemed. He wasn't there before, of course...
Evan felt himself still, his breath rushing into his lungs, and brought a shaking hand up to wipe at his nose. It came away bloody but he simply wiped his nose on his sleeve and sat, finally not giving a damn. It didn't matter if he rushed anyway, nothing was going to change here, right? Being dead was the only thing that didn't change.
"It's okay," he told himself quietly, feeling the exhaustion he used to force himself to ignore taking over. "I can sleep now. And it doesn't matter because I know who and what I am."
And then there was sleep.
Mun: I'm personally subscribing to this theory about Evan's paternal family's hereditary condition, being the severe temporal lobe epilepsy part, also called schizoform epilepsy and epiliptoform schizophrenia. Do with it as we all will. Evan is experiencing an aura, followed by what is known as the post-seizure ictal state.