A Story You May Not Want To Hear (OTA)
Martini was having one of those days. There had been an influx of new people lately, and his eyes were in some serious hurt. Too many people, too much auditory ‘noise.’ It was giving him a headache, all the sad pasts, dismal futures, and a gloomy present. It was like having Eeyore, Saving Private Ryan, and Law and Order: SVU shoved into his mind constantly. Honestly, if someone ever showed up who had come from a well-balanced family with a happy childhood and even the possibility of a happy future, he thought he might drop dead from the shock.
After his sparring match, and subsquent celebratory ice cream with Kat, he had just slipped quietly out of the camp and just started walking. Martini just needed to be away from people right now. He got out a fair ways, until most of his Things had been left behind. He sat there, perched on a rock like a forgotten gargoyle, head resting in his curled up hands, humming the tune to a song he had heard in a fantasy film once. Despite having forgot a jacket, he didn't feel the cold as much as he ought to. Most of the time, he was able to deal with seeing the world differently. But just occasionally, he really wished he didn’t. He stared somewhat resentfully towards the compound. None of the others understood, hard as they tried. Ophelia and Ric usually got the closest, but it wasn't the same. Only Rogue truly knew how it felt. Despite having despised his time with their powers switched, he did at least enjoy the relief from the constant barrage of images. He rubbed his eyes, a very shiny green at the moment, and looked around. They had found him, as They always did. Out here alone, he didn’t bother ignoring Them as he normally would. He just sat there and resigned himself to the barrage of images coming his way. Yep. Just one of those “I’m seeing the past, present, and future simultaneously, and possibly losing my mind while doing so” kind of days.