somebody get me through this nightmare
DATE: Day 61
CHARACTER(S): Jan Valentine [bitchin_beanie], Clark Kent [dailyplaneteer]
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
SUMMARY: CLARK'S GOT EYE LAZERS JAN'S LOSING LIMBS FUCK YEAH
LOCATION: Room 202
Jan fucking hated it when crazy-ass shit woke him up during the day. Seriously. Voices suddenly churning and calling out from inside? Kinda fucking weird, but he could deal with it. Arms and legs and sometimes half his body dissolving into shadow, blood, or both? Not fucking cool. It was enough to give a guy a headache.
Or a serious case of the major heebie-jeebies, except what the fuck were heebie-jeebies anyway? Didn't they find a cure for those in the 50s or some shit? Apparently not. Jan suspected he had them, if being curled up in the corner between bed and wall was any evidence. He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his forehead into his arm, and willed his left leg to start looking like a leg again. It was doing that thing again -- that weird shadowy twisty fuck thing. Jan didn't like that. He bit his lip enough to taste hard-earned blood leaking out, and repressed a shiver.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
CHARACTER(S): Jan Valentine [bitchin_beanie], Clark Kent [dailyplaneteer]
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
SUMMARY: CLARK'S GOT EYE LAZERS JAN'S LOSING LIMBS FUCK YEAH
LOCATION: Room 202
Jan fucking hated it when crazy-ass shit woke him up during the day. Seriously. Voices suddenly churning and calling out from inside? Kinda fucking weird, but he could deal with it. Arms and legs and sometimes half his body dissolving into shadow, blood, or both? Not fucking cool. It was enough to give a guy a headache.
Or a serious case of the major heebie-jeebies, except what the fuck were heebie-jeebies anyway? Didn't they find a cure for those in the 50s or some shit? Apparently not. Jan suspected he had them, if being curled up in the corner between bed and wall was any evidence. He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his forehead into his arm, and willed his left leg to start looking like a leg again. It was doing that thing again -- that weird shadowy twisty fuck thing. Jan didn't like that. He bit his lip enough to taste hard-earned blood leaking out, and repressed a shiver.
What the fuck was wrong with him?