[Active OPEN] I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare...
Characters: Toboe, OPEN
Time: Early Morning after zombie times.
Location: The schools equivalent of the living room.
Content: Post zombies. Reflection on his stay with our dear Mr. Wesker.
Format: Either is fine.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Unable to sleep with recent events running through his mind, Toboe quietly made his way down to the living room. Huddled up in a blanket, he took a seat in front of the fireplace. It seemed someone else was up as well...that or they just leave the fireplace on at night. Staring into the crackling embers, he couldn't help feeling he was a liability. The whole time they were on that accursed ship, he didn't do anything to try to escape.
Some of the others at least made a fuss, he just sat there and took all the abuse they dished out. He should have done something...even when they escaped he was useless. Relying on someone else that endured the same treatment, he should have been the one comforting them.
Rubbing a hand along his arm, he could still feel those needles. He knew they weren't actually there, but when he stopped it was like he'd get sucked back into the memories again. Pulling the blanket over his head, he stayed curled in a ball, just letting the warmth of the fire wash over him from the darkness.
Time: Early Morning after zombie times.
Location: The schools equivalent of the living room.
Content: Post zombies. Reflection on his stay with our dear Mr. Wesker.
Format: Either is fine.
Warnings: None as of yet.
Unable to sleep with recent events running through his mind, Toboe quietly made his way down to the living room. Huddled up in a blanket, he took a seat in front of the fireplace. It seemed someone else was up as well...that or they just leave the fireplace on at night. Staring into the crackling embers, he couldn't help feeling he was a liability. The whole time they were on that accursed ship, he didn't do anything to try to escape.
Some of the others at least made a fuss, he just sat there and took all the abuse they dished out. He should have done something...even when they escaped he was useless. Relying on someone else that endured the same treatment, he should have been the one comforting them.
Rubbing a hand along his arm, he could still feel those needles. He knew they weren't actually there, but when he stopped it was like he'd get sucked back into the memories again. Pulling the blanket over his head, he stayed curled in a ball, just letting the warmth of the fire wash over him from the darkness.