Ciel Phantomhive -£- 004
Who: Ciel, open to friends/acquaintances, and those who live in the house (Sebastian, Lizzie, looking at you two.)
Where: Phantomhive Mansion - #4 in Espoir
Status: Semi-Open (see 'who')
Style: Third
NOTES: Back-dated to the day after the Floating Mountain moved.
One Week. It had been one week since Ciel had a full night's sleep, and it was taking it's toll. His mood had become progressively sour, his temper shorter. He brushed people off, snapped at every turn, and in substituting coffee for his usual tea, had experienced the drawbacks of too much caffeine. He was jittery, his head ached, and on top of it all he was hearing things, seeing things out of the corner of his eyes that weren't there. He had avoided dreaming for seven days, but now, dreams seemed to creep into his waking hours.
And he was angry. Angry that a fool-proof solution had not been found, and angry that he was, despite his best efforts, losing this fight.
So, he took a walk. A meandering stroll through the halls, trying to make his body do as he wanted. He would not be beaten, not by something like this.
Where: Phantomhive Mansion - #4 in Espoir
Status: Semi-Open (see 'who')
Style: Third
NOTES: Back-dated to the day after the Floating Mountain moved.
One Week. It had been one week since Ciel had a full night's sleep, and it was taking it's toll. His mood had become progressively sour, his temper shorter. He brushed people off, snapped at every turn, and in substituting coffee for his usual tea, had experienced the drawbacks of too much caffeine. He was jittery, his head ached, and on top of it all he was hearing things, seeing things out of the corner of his eyes that weren't there. He had avoided dreaming for seven days, but now, dreams seemed to creep into his waking hours.
And he was angry. Angry that a fool-proof solution had not been found, and angry that he was, despite his best efforts, losing this fight.
So, he took a walk. A meandering stroll through the halls, trying to make his body do as he wanted. He would not be beaten, not by something like this.