[M] - When down, make a pit fall

Alaki · 01-23-2011, 07:01 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: mild/strong language and strong violence from the 5th post. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count: 409
Forward Dated: 26th January, 2011
Oh yeah. Trap time!

He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling; its many cracks and indents scattering across the uneven stone. His eyes were listless; cold and devoid of emotion. He had no idea what to do with himself; one minute he was cloud nine happy, then he was breaking down in tears and occasionally he felt like tearing into anything that came within range. In short, he was a mess and he scared himself.

Raising a hand towards the ceiling he stared at it, turning it over and closing it to make a fist. What is it that he should do, what can he do? He sucked at socializing, he had no real friends. He could make bracelets and small pieces of jewellery but did not feel inclined to do so. He had nothing, everything he could do and everything he was he’d gained from Jay; his entire life, his memories, even the majority of his personality traits he’d picked up from Jay; he wasn’t himself. He was like a puppet on a string, an actor on a stage. Who was he?

A depressed, lonely wolf with psychotic tendencies he thought, answering his own question. Gently he lowered his bandaged arm to cover his eyes; the wounds had mainly healed or were healing nicely thanks to Demi.

Then he remembered the day he joined Anathema; the decision to join had been his and his alone. That day he’d met Selene and Naniko; two of the pack members he found that he could tolerate. He also recalled the moment he choose his room; how he’d explored the area planning to set up a few traps, but after settling in he never really had the chance to do so.

Well, I have the time now he thought his mood lifting. Traps! He would set up some traps; they would benefit the pack and it would give him something to do. Rising to stand upon two legs he left his room; he’d become accustomed to moving around the caves in his optime form since the injuries. As he passed his small desk he picked up a few supplies and strapped his pocket knife on, then before leaving he picked up a hair band and tried to tie his hair back. The healing skin on his arm pulled and he choose to just leave it down; keeping the hair band around his left wrist. Once satisfied he had everything he headed into the tunnels.

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