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towerofanimus2012-12-18 12:31 am
geometry) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-18 12:31 am
still, lay it bare. (open)
Characters: Yelloweq and you
Setting: Floor 4; lounge. Backdated to the fifteenth.
Format: I'll do whatever, yo
Summary: The events of the last few weeks, including this goddamn sickness, finally hit Equius... and leave him as a screaming, shaking wreck clutching his head in the corner of a public area.
Warnings: Freakouts. Cursing. Oh, so much cursing.
[It hurts. Make it stop. Someone make it stop.]
[For quite a while now, Equius has been having some... upsets with this sickness that's going around. As if he really needed to be sick alongside the freezing coldness of the Tower and the whole debacle that had gone down with Eridan the other day. Those two things alone were enough to break his brain. But as if destiny really had to make it worse, there seemed to be a few unpleasant side effects to this damn cold. Nothing quite seems... right anymore. He can feel it. Everything in his perception has been altered -- all that physics-breaking he hates so much, that gives him the headaches so bad he has to avoid some floors altogether? Well, it now follows him around. So to all other residents of the Tower, the fourth floor looks just like it would on any other day. But for the one troll now staggering down the stairs (he hasn't been able to walk straight for quite a while), it's just enough to push him over the edge for reals.]
Oh god. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No no no no no no no no nonononononono...
[...Or maybe it was that he hasn't eaten anything for two days. That could be the reason too. Really, there were a lot of reasons why he could have been pushed over the edge this month. Maybe he had just been good at keeping them bottled until now, hidden under an oversized coat. But now he was repeating the word "no" many more times than a sane, healthy person would, at least until they escalated into something else. Somewhere between a cry and a whine:]
Make it stop!
[Whatever the cause, the fact of the matter was: the walls were spinning. There was a heartbeat shaking the room like small, steady earthquakes. The floor tilted in ways that Equius' Spacey sensibilities didn't think possible. It was nauseating for a normal person, sure; but add that to the fact that even the perception of warped Space brought on the damn migraines (which had gotten much worse since yesterday), what he did next shouldn't have come as a surprise. Though to anyone else in the room, it certainly would have come as a shock.]
[Equius screamed.]
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP--
[Loud and long, it was the kind of howling that could curdle blood, the #1 sign of a breaking mind. Someone on the next floor up or down could hear it quite clearly, since he wasn't that far from the staircase. And it didn't stop. It kept going for -- fuck, how long, a minute maybe? Something like that. We just don't know. Equius didn't know. He just screamed until his lungs couldn't do that anymore, and the lack of oxygen made his head swim even more, so he just kind of staggered off into the glass, letting his forehead loll onto it when he did. The icy coldness of the unbreakable glass made him scream more, but it was a sensation that wasn't the feeling of his brain leaking out his ears, so that was probably good. He threw his palms onto the glass too. Sure. Why not. WHY THE FUCK NOT.]
[He just kind of... keeled over from there, would be the best way to describe it. Eventually, all that was left on Floor Four was a troll trying to cram himself into the corner between the glass and the floor, clutching his head and shaking like a leaf, making these horrible pained sounds as he went. Fortunately, they were much quieter.]
[Equius won't be going anywhere for a while. Hope you guys brought earbuds.]
Setting: Floor 4; lounge. Backdated to the fifteenth.
Format: I'll do whatever, yo
Summary: The events of the last few weeks, including this goddamn sickness, finally hit Equius... and leave him as a screaming, shaking wreck clutching his head in the corner of a public area.
Warnings: Freakouts. Cursing. Oh, so much cursing.
[It hurts. Make it stop. Someone make it stop.]
[For quite a while now, Equius has been having some... upsets with this sickness that's going around. As if he really needed to be sick alongside the freezing coldness of the Tower and the whole debacle that had gone down with Eridan the other day. Those two things alone were enough to break his brain. But as if destiny really had to make it worse, there seemed to be a few unpleasant side effects to this damn cold. Nothing quite seems... right anymore. He can feel it. Everything in his perception has been altered -- all that physics-breaking he hates so much, that gives him the headaches so bad he has to avoid some floors altogether? Well, it now follows him around. So to all other residents of the Tower, the fourth floor looks just like it would on any other day. But for the one troll now staggering down the stairs (he hasn't been able to walk straight for quite a while), it's just enough to push him over the edge for reals.]
Oh god. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No no no no no no no no nonononononono...
[...Or maybe it was that he hasn't eaten anything for two days. That could be the reason too. Really, there were a lot of reasons why he could have been pushed over the edge this month. Maybe he had just been good at keeping them bottled until now, hidden under an oversized coat. But now he was repeating the word "no" many more times than a sane, healthy person would, at least until they escalated into something else. Somewhere between a cry and a whine:]
Make it stop!
[Whatever the cause, the fact of the matter was: the walls were spinning. There was a heartbeat shaking the room like small, steady earthquakes. The floor tilted in ways that Equius' Spacey sensibilities didn't think possible. It was nauseating for a normal person, sure; but add that to the fact that even the perception of warped Space brought on the damn migraines (which had gotten much worse since yesterday), what he did next shouldn't have come as a surprise. Though to anyone else in the room, it certainly would have come as a shock.]
[Equius screamed.]
MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP--
[Loud and long, it was the kind of howling that could curdle blood, the #1 sign of a breaking mind. Someone on the next floor up or down could hear it quite clearly, since he wasn't that far from the staircase. And it didn't stop. It kept going for -- fuck, how long, a minute maybe? Something like that. We just don't know. Equius didn't know. He just screamed until his lungs couldn't do that anymore, and the lack of oxygen made his head swim even more, so he just kind of staggered off into the glass, letting his forehead loll onto it when he did. The icy coldness of the unbreakable glass made him scream more, but it was a sensation that wasn't the feeling of his brain leaking out his ears, so that was probably good. He threw his palms onto the glass too. Sure. Why not. WHY THE FUCK NOT.]
[He just kind of... keeled over from there, would be the best way to describe it. Eventually, all that was left on Floor Four was a troll trying to cram himself into the corner between the glass and the floor, clutching his head and shaking like a leaf, making these horrible pained sounds as he went. Fortunately, they were much quieter.]
[Equius won't be going anywhere for a while. Hope you guys brought earbuds.]
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[Fuck what does he do.]
I-I don't see anything! I--
[Ow. Head. Head. Head.]
[He shuts up.]
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Fine, I'll get someone else to help if that's the thanks I get for trying to take care of you.
[Did she really try that hard? She doesn't really give the opportunity for an answer and storms off towards the stairwell]
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[His voice gets progressively quieter, but he really is sorry for not sharing your delusion, Wriggle. Honest.]
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