Open to anyone!
Who: Judas Iscariot, Open!
What: Ehm, Judas waking up!
When: Tuesday afternoon/evening.
Where: The Infirmary
Warnings: The beginning of some Judas spam, sorry. :c Otherwise, potentially mentions of Jesus/suicide/etc.
For the first time in a week, Judas moved. More specifically, he rolled onto his side and tugged the blankets on his bed up toward his neck, trying fervently to bundle up as much as he could manage. After a couple moments, he slowly blinked awake and furrowed his eyebrows a tad in confusion. How had he gotten here? He remembered Judea, he remembered storming out of the Upper Room, and now he was in some other place. Think, Judas, think. Things were familiar, but he couldn't quite place them at first. So, he slowly sat up and took a firm look around.
His mind felt empty, dull, and yet he felt strangely tired. However, above all that, the Apostle was considerably disoriented, even after taking a quiet, surveying look about the room.
What: Ehm, Judas waking up!
When: Tuesday afternoon/evening.
Where: The Infirmary
Warnings: The beginning of some Judas spam, sorry. :c Otherwise, potentially mentions of Jesus/suicide/etc.
For the first time in a week, Judas moved. More specifically, he rolled onto his side and tugged the blankets on his bed up toward his neck, trying fervently to bundle up as much as he could manage. After a couple moments, he slowly blinked awake and furrowed his eyebrows a tad in confusion. How had he gotten here? He remembered Judea, he remembered storming out of the Upper Room, and now he was in some other place. Think, Judas, think. Things were familiar, but he couldn't quite place them at first. So, he slowly sat up and took a firm look around.
His mind felt empty, dull, and yet he felt strangely tired. However, above all that, the Apostle was considerably disoriented, even after taking a quiet, surveying look about the room.