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tushanshu_logs2016-11-12 02:19 am
edgeoftheknife) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-11-12 02:19 am
I'm not sleeping (November Catch-all)
Characters: Erskine Ravel and anyone?
Date: The month of November, with some slight backdating to the end of October
Location: The Healer's Guild, maybe venturing out into the city?? Who knows!
Situation: Erskine's recovering from his pre-Keeliai ordeal at the Guild. If your character would have any feasible reason to be at the Guild, or to find out he's back, feel free to visit! If you'd like a starter please poke me, or just toss something up yourself. I don't mind :)
Warnings/Rating: Probable mention of torture, lots of mental trauma/anxiety/fogginess. Possible spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series--if you'd rather not be spoiled, please mention that in your tag and I'll do my best!
Awareness comes and goes. There are good days, here and there, more as the days progress. It's all a fog at first. The expectation of pain. The confusion of where he is, when he is, which world this is. Who's still alive? Is he even still alive, anymore?
For now he haunts the Guild, huddling in the room they give him at first, wrapped in a blanket like it's a shield. After a few days he begins to venture out of the room, wandering through the Guild, trying his best to avoid confrontation wherever he can. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty face lined with exhaustion and fear. Sleep and Erskine have never been the best of friends, but it's only gotten worse since he's returned to Keeliai.
Keeliai. They've explained it to him, where he is, how he got here... more or less. It rings some bells, but nothing seems very clear. More like the memory of a dream, with faces and names not always connecting. Some are familiar... and some that should be here, aren't.
It will get better. At least, that's what they tell him.
Date: The month of November, with some slight backdating to the end of October
Location: The Healer's Guild, maybe venturing out into the city?? Who knows!
Situation: Erskine's recovering from his pre-Keeliai ordeal at the Guild. If your character would have any feasible reason to be at the Guild, or to find out he's back, feel free to visit! If you'd like a starter please poke me, or just toss something up yourself. I don't mind :)
Warnings/Rating: Probable mention of torture, lots of mental trauma/anxiety/fogginess. Possible spoilers for the Skulduggery Pleasant series--if you'd rather not be spoiled, please mention that in your tag and I'll do my best!
Awareness comes and goes. There are good days, here and there, more as the days progress. It's all a fog at first. The expectation of pain. The confusion of where he is, when he is, which world this is. Who's still alive? Is he even still alive, anymore?
For now he haunts the Guild, huddling in the room they give him at first, wrapped in a blanket like it's a shield. After a few days he begins to venture out of the room, wandering through the Guild, trying his best to avoid confrontation wherever he can. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty face lined with exhaustion and fear. Sleep and Erskine have never been the best of friends, but it's only gotten worse since he's returned to Keeliai.
Keeliai. They've explained it to him, where he is, how he got here... more or less. It rings some bells, but nothing seems very clear. More like the memory of a dream, with faces and names not always connecting. Some are familiar... and some that should be here, aren't.
It will get better. At least, that's what they tell him.
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"What, you've never slid down a banister?" Erskine looks mildly shocked. "Did your world have some kind of rule against fun?"
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Also what if you fell?? That sounded dangerous.
"I don't- I'm not sure if it was mutual. We were friends. He helped me when I first arrived. I think you must have arrived after I left."