[Bak seems to be feeling a little better than he has the past while, or so it seems. Doing Tai Chi in one of the thawing courtyards, minus a few of the usual bandages, while still looking horribly hurt, his wounds seem to be healing, large sections of his arms scabbed  over and mingling with patches of newly healed skin. It's all apparantly enough ( Read more... )

[Bak seems far cheerier than usual, looking alot happier than he's been lately as he explores the Dressing Room with his now-usual limp, teddy bear under one arm. His good mood's almost suspicous]

Ah, Countess?.

...Now, where could she be?...

((ooc: He's mainly looking for countess_hearts but anyone can come bug him. Replies will be slow though, I have a doctor's ( Read more... )

[The Countess's diagnosis had been the last nail in the proverbial coffin. Along with a whole host of other things on his mind, the eventual breakdown only seemed inevitable. Bak's collapsed himself in the middle of the hallway, wracked with sobs more angry and frustrated than sad, but somehow still miserable. The now common trail of blood leading ( Read more... )

[The smell coming from this particular lab would be enough to draw the curious or repel the fearfull, the copper smell of blood with an undertone of something rotting... It's here beneath a lab table that Bak's holed himself up, half in hiding after a bad encounter with ilikeitblack  and half in waiting for anyone who can help figure out what's wrong with him ( Read more... )

[The trail leading to one of the more secluded bathrooms is minor, but still alarming, a droplet of blood every couple of feet or so, escalating to a bloodied washrag -soaked-, and then finally a ruined dress shirt.  Trail ending with a shivering Bak -In white form-, more than shaken, lying in the corner near the tub. A damp and bloodied towel ( Read more... )

[He's resigned himself to sitting in the windowseat of one of the many sitting rooms, half distracted by whatever had caught his attention outside, and half by the worry that's gently furrowed his brow. Every so often he pauses from his apparant distress, sipping at the cup of coffee he'd been gripping the whole while -he'd been drinking far too ( Read more... )

[Anyone would easily be able to find him in one of the courtyards untouched by snow, though it's actually more of a clearing than a courtyard, sun peeking through the surrounding trees, ghosting over the petals of the field of lily-like flowers he sits in the middle of. Watching them peacefully as every few moments they miraculously change color]

(( ( Read more... )

[He's sprawled upon a couch in some undetermined corner of the Dressing Room, cello solo playing the background on a cd player as he scowls slightly at the book he's reading, Romeo and Juliet]

This is supposed to be romantic?....

((ooc: I've picked up the play again just for fun, and muse seems to have as many problems with it as I do. I really only ( Read more... )

[He's been hefting around a decently sized box wrapped in colourfull paper, grumbling for quite some time.]

...Noah my foot.... He's more like a chameleon...

((ooc: He's been looking for poenitire  mainly, though anyone's free to bother him and ask him what he's up to,  because I'm bored))

[There's only so many cups of coffee one person can safely drink, and if one has been keeping an eye on him Bak is on his sixth, sitting at the kitchen table to drink it with shaking hands, dark circles under his eyes making him look tired and all the more like he's about to cry]

((ooc: mun has been having very bad recurring nightmares the past few ( Read more... )