Room 211, Monday morning
Priestly woke up to his alarm blaring and stared at it for a long moment.
Then he sat bolt upright and spent several moments checking his arms and patting down his face to ensure that, yes, he was in his own goddamn body, thank you very much, and all his piercing and all his tattoos (that he could see without a mirror) were in their proper places. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back on the bed.
Then sat bolt upright again.
"Holy fuck, I killed a guy."
Ten minutes after that, there was a broad, Priestly-shaped lump in the middle of the bed. Priestly was hiding from the island today, kthanx, hibernating under his blankets and occasionally randomly kicking about and/or pinching himself to ensure that he was still real and in total control -- and not feeling particularly homicidally enraged.
[ooc: door is closed and Priestly is emo, but the post is v. much open for all various sorts of play-speeds.]
Then he sat bolt upright and spent several moments checking his arms and patting down his face to ensure that, yes, he was in his own goddamn body, thank you very much, and all his piercing and all his tattoos (that he could see without a mirror) were in their proper places. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back on the bed.
Then sat bolt upright again.
"Holy fuck, I killed a guy."
Ten minutes after that, there was a broad, Priestly-shaped lump in the middle of the bed. Priestly was hiding from the island today, kthanx, hibernating under his blankets and occasionally randomly kicking about and/or pinching himself to ensure that he was still real and in total control -- and not feeling particularly homicidally enraged.
[ooc: door is closed and Priestly is emo, but the post is v. much open for all various sorts of play-speeds.]