Taking out one's frustrations
Characters: marauderinggrim and vatheon
Location: The emo forest
Time: Morning
Style: Whatever, I'll always start in prose
Status: Open
He'd become weary ever since Remus had first disappeared, a weariness that had turned into paranoia when James had also disappeared. Every morning, the first thing he'd do was check the resident list to see who else had left.
This morning had been no different, except this time, Remus' name was gone. He'd dropped the SFC and gone tearing into his friend's room, only to find it empty, a letter lying on the pillow.
Something had snapped when he'd read that letter. It had been fine at first, coming here, James had been here along with Remus, then Remus had left but he'd come back and everything had been okay again.
Then whatever controlled this place had decided to screw him over. It took his friends, the people most important to him and had left him here alone. He couldn't think, couldn't concentrate, he'd left the flat they'd all shared and had run to the forest. The run, the change in scenery, nothing helped. Anger, frustration, and sadness set in.
"What the Hell is the point of this place?!" In a flash he had his wand out and was zapping any unfortunate tree, rock, or bush that was around him, cursing the city in the process.
Location: The emo forest
Time: Morning
Style: Whatever, I'll always start in prose
Status: Open
He'd become weary ever since Remus had first disappeared, a weariness that had turned into paranoia when James had also disappeared. Every morning, the first thing he'd do was check the resident list to see who else had left.
This morning had been no different, except this time, Remus' name was gone. He'd dropped the SFC and gone tearing into his friend's room, only to find it empty, a letter lying on the pillow.
Something had snapped when he'd read that letter. It had been fine at first, coming here, James had been here along with Remus, then Remus had left but he'd come back and everything had been okay again.
Then whatever controlled this place had decided to screw him over. It took his friends, the people most important to him and had left him here alone. He couldn't think, couldn't concentrate, he'd left the flat they'd all shared and had run to the forest. The run, the change in scenery, nothing helped. Anger, frustration, and sadness set in.
"What the Hell is the point of this place?!" In a flash he had his wand out and was zapping any unfortunate tree, rock, or bush that was around him, cursing the city in the process.