“Why are there eight of you?”
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“Why are there eight of you?”
He’d been stood there, vacant, for a little over twenty minutes. Not a muscle moved, eyes focused on the sunlight hitting his fingers, moved slightly from his palm to the tips in the time he’d been stood so still.
Alex’s chest doesn’t move. No breath passed. There’s no need and no habit, no ingrained instinct lying to him, telling him he needed oxygen.
Like everything had been...
... shut....
down.
// kinda sorta want a thread with someone Alex is really close to (Charles, Raven, Hank... heck even Erik) set during the period Alex starts going insane from the Nexus in my Overwhelmed verse... because I do have that verse, and I’ve rped in it, but I’ve not done anything set during the decline into dissociation etc.
would anyone be interested in that? Would most likely be triggering for people, a lot of stuff drawn from my own struggle with my mental illness, so there’s a strong warning there.
mxdiium
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It was only a small footstep, yet Leslie heard it loud and clear. "H-Hello?" His voice cut through the eerie silence with fear lacing his lips. If it were an enemy, then he was dead. If it were a possible companion, then he was all for interaction.
knockknockinginthedark
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Was it meant or wasn't it? There was no real way of telling since his demeanor changed every hour or so. No matter, he had still moved to hit another human being in what appeared to be defense.
perjxry
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Words--- they were just words. No meaning was put behind them apart from the occasional 'Ruvik', 'Sebastian', or 'Help'. Everything in between was nothing but inaudible mumbling.
whcle
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He could survive as long as he was in good health. A few sneezes here and there wasn't horrible, but the cough that soon followed was a tad more worrying.
heterxdox
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Thee days-- three days ago he had been sitting in his room. Eyes had been on him no matter where he was. His schedule was carefully monitored-- and now, he was alone and forgotten. No one was there to tell him what to do, where to go, how long to do something, when to be quiet, when to speak-- or was there?