*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
⋆˚꩜｡ “I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where, I first became acquainted with the lady Ligeia…”
🦴// hi!!!! this is my first rp blog so forgive me if i’m bad at this at first. this is mainly an askblog, so please send asks, as i can’t run this blog without them! i might try to dabble in some actual rp later on, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. posts will be tagged/marked with a bone emoji and 2 slashes if they’re ooc (ex: 🦴// words). oh, and this blog is run by @chilethesilly if that wasn’t obvious by now ^^
also hoping this inspires other people to make rp blogs for the other bg characters in 132… 👀👀
🦴// rules/boundaries
1. don’t be weird, the mod is a minor. no nsfw or anything of the sort, even if it’s directed at ligeia and not me
2. mod isn’t a fast passer so no spoilers!!
3. i will do my best to be in character, but keep in mind that it’ll mainly be my interpretation of her since she’s only had one canon line of dialogue
4. that being said, please don’t push your own headcanons onto me. you’re allowed to have your own opinions, just like. don’t be rude about it yk
5. you’re allowed to be mean to ligeia as much as you’d like, just don’t direct it towards the mod please!
6. i’m okay with darker/more horror related topics on here, just please have common sense. don’t traumadump on me, i’m not a therapist and it makes me uncomfortable
7. mod is a big rottencherries (ligeia x rowena) shipper, but i’m chill with other ships too! just note that i’ll be acting like ligeia, and again, don’t pressure me into anything
🦴// headcanons
—somewhat nonbinary (they/she) + greyromantic + lesbian (obviously they wouldn’t use those exact labels because of time periods and things, but ykwim)
—has insomnia, dermatillomania, autism, and chronic nightmares
—collects animal bones and other trinkets
—reserved and quiet, but quite blunt when she does speak
—secretly is very into paranormal stuff, but will likely deny it if asked
—HATES arthur. they’re like the lesbian and bi hostility meme. same thing with auguste. maybe she has a plan for that…
“Here then, at least, can I never be mistaken, these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes of my lost love—of the LADY LIGEIA!”
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
*Fionan slips into the room, nervously fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.. he's dressed more nicely than usual, with a sweater vest that looks like it's possibly been pilfered from Kipley, and an awkwardly tied bowtie (he tried).*
....Holly?
-@fionan-james
{she turns. It appears they’ve tried a new thing lately with their hair, tying it into pigtails that rested on their shoulders. He smiles at Fionán.}
What’s got you all dressed up? {she spares a sympathetic giggle at the mess of the bow tie, deciding to help him with it.}
*he flushes deeper* Platonically of course— if that's alright. Derrick has Cillian, so we should be free to go anywhere, depending on where you want to go— *he's rambling now, clearly nervous*
*he looks slightly like he's about to cry from anxiety, but nods*
...No... I don't think any thinking went into this, because if I started thinking about it I'd get to nervous to ask, and then we wouldn't be anywhere-
something like that, …and I should look into getting you some lexapro.. but for right now I mean metaphorical pills. It’s an expression meaning you need to calm down.
and, thank you.
{she grins, mild satisfaction at the response, then murmuring about routes and such, crawling on all fours into the nearest vent.}
… {she reaches into their pocket and wriggles out a license and flashes it to him. It’s a medical license. She then pulls out a paper with diagnoses on a paper.}
I see... I probably couldn't name most of what they had when I was alive anyhow... The only one I truly cared about was New York, and wherever it was Owen lived— haven't remembered where that was yet. Anythin' else I could go from there. *He shrugs*
{The room melted into a more modern scene: outside of the Cyprus, a nearby bar and nightclub in its prominence for most students who attended the college a block down.}
{Holly, in her delusional state, felt as though she was back to that night, shaky in a sparkled bandage dress and jacket that her then-friends had offered her. It was a small attempt for Holly to explore themself. Expression was something she usually kept on the down low, only ever previously being exposed to dressing femininely in the confines of her own house.}
{to be out here tonight with friends, being unabashedly queer and still figuring things out, to even take the risk of publicity, it was a sickening exhilaration she felt}
{Fear crept into her chest, however. Constantly feeling a pair of eyes peer at her, likely perceiving her as just a man in a dress. She didn’t want to cause any problems, so she clung to her group as they made their way into the Cyprus. She had stopped one of them, her best friend Trinity, to not leave her side.}
{It was a record time for that promise to be broken in half an hour. Intoxicated and gleeful had been the state that Holly found her friends in, between dancing and drinking.}
{She had decided it was time for her to go home. She didn’t really like clubs anyway. If it were up to her, they’d be in their room watching Tokyo Mew Mew, maybe seeing whatever the local theatre had, or even an arcade trip. Not.. whatever this was.}
{Details of leaving the dizzy neon oasis had been skewed in her head, but it was as though the eyes followed her as she left.}
{and maybe the paranoia was justified considering the attack.}
{she felt the bruising of her back against a brick wall and the firm hand around her throat, and fuck, she’s never seen a man so angry. If she could croak out anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible.}
{she claws at imaginary hands, trying to pull them away from her throat as they stir back to consciousness, her eyes darting around back at the academy.}
*Leo finally stirs after quite some time, blinking owlishly as he looks around, not quite sure where he is yet. His cheeks are slightly flushed from sleep, and his hair is an absolute mess, and once he catches sight of Shirley in the corner, he settles for resting his head back on Lewis' shoulder, chirping contently*
*He takes it, setting it down on the table before rubbing at his eyes, and giving Shirley a questioning whistle before pointing at the bowl and miming blowing on something hot*
*he yawns, pulling back to wait for it to cool, blinking up at Shirley pensively. He's surprisingly calm for having just slept, especially having slept outside his room, with people around*
*he gives them a classic "why are y'all being sappy" look, before grabbing his chili again and taking a bite, immediately yelping because guess who didn't let it cool long enough?"
*he gives a curious noise, cocking his head at the flavor packets mention, trying to figure out what he's talking about*
*he opens his mouth to say something, then scrunches up his nose and pretends he's writing on the table with the handle of his spoon, looking at Lewis pitifully*
*he gets up and walks over to the drawers in the counter, much more wobbly than usual as he holds onto things to keep his balance, triumphantly coming up with a perminent marker a moment later, and coming back to sit beside Lewis again*
*Figuring he'll get in trouble for writing on the table, he decides to write on Lewis' arm*
"How did you know I haven't had anything to drink for an I lost count of the days time?"
"You were on a boat?" *He cocks his head at Lewis curiously, taking another sip of the water*
"I'm dry too." *He seems pleased about this, even if it's only because he hasn't drank anything in days* "And I'm not that dizzy. My head hurts a little though."
No, because the buoyancy.. I guess. I d’n’t know. lad. I’m n’t a physicist.
and.. ye would be in pain ‘nd wet. Sweat’ng as an attempt for yer body t’ hydrate. At best, uncomf’rtable, at worst, hellish.
