Don't look back.
[These nightmares...why did they have to be so vivid? All that pain and suffering upon him, instead of the other way around. It was taking a toll on his sleep, and was currently on his second day of no sleep. Even reapers needed sleep, and Grell especially cared for having enough rest to maintain his beauty.
The halls were mostly empty where Grell was, due to it being Friday afternoon, when he heard the voices. They were whispers at first; very familiar whispers that had the hairs on his neck standing up. He walked faster, but that only made those whispered voices louder, their sound bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. He taught himself to never look back, so he just kept his focus ahead of him, practically speed walking. He bumped into another student, but didn't bother to apologize, or more like he was too in a daze to do so. Not like he would have anyway.
It was as if a whirlwind of voices had enveloped him at this point. The more he tried to escape them, the more they fought to the surface. Green eyes shut tightly as he covered his ears and ran, eyes wide open now. Anyone could see the panic in his eyes, the craze, the whites that overtook his naturally green eyes as he fled from unknown and unseen enemies.
'Can't get caught...don't look back...'
The scenery changed so quickly. He wasn't aware of where he was, just that he needed to go faster. Running on no sleep for seventy two hours and little to eat or drink left Grell's already slightly unstable mind snap. He stumbled a few times before catching his footing and resuming his personal chase, with him as the prey.
'They'll catch you...don't stop...']
(ooc: He's...anywhere and everywhere around the Garden, so catch the Red Typhoon wherever you want! Be warned that he may or may not lash out at you. *sticks up 'Beware of Scythe' sign*)
The halls were mostly empty where Grell was, due to it being Friday afternoon, when he heard the voices. They were whispers at first; very familiar whispers that had the hairs on his neck standing up. He walked faster, but that only made those whispered voices louder, their sound bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. He taught himself to never look back, so he just kept his focus ahead of him, practically speed walking. He bumped into another student, but didn't bother to apologize, or more like he was too in a daze to do so. Not like he would have anyway.
It was as if a whirlwind of voices had enveloped him at this point. The more he tried to escape them, the more they fought to the surface. Green eyes shut tightly as he covered his ears and ran, eyes wide open now. Anyone could see the panic in his eyes, the craze, the whites that overtook his naturally green eyes as he fled from unknown and unseen enemies.
'Can't get caught...don't look back...'
The scenery changed so quickly. He wasn't aware of where he was, just that he needed to go faster. Running on no sleep for seventy two hours and little to eat or drink left Grell's already slightly unstable mind snap. He stumbled a few times before catching his footing and resuming his personal chase, with him as the prey.
'They'll catch you...don't stop...']
(ooc: He's...anywhere and everywhere around the Garden, so catch the Red Typhoon wherever you want! Be warned that he may or may not lash out at you. *sticks up 'Beware of Scythe' sign*)