Realization

[drpercivalcox.livejournal.com]

Characters: Perry Cox and whoever aims for talking him from his daze? 8D;
Setting: 1) His room 2) Floor 14{If you wanna floor before that just specify~ <3}
Format: Starting action I'll follow your lead. <3
Summary: In which Cox realizes fo' sho' this is real life.
Warnings: It's an depressed Cox. It'll either end violently or some other bad way.

1) His room

[He'll wind up gasping awake thanks to a nightmare that felt oh so real but wasn't. He knew he'd slept, he didn't believe in prophetic dreams or whatever, so why was he so shaken up by that dream of everything he had being gone? It was like some sign that this wasn't some nightmare. This tower was real. This nightmare was real... So here's a Perry lying down flat on his back, putting his hands over his face and somewhat gently tugging at his hair out of frustration, pain, whatever.

He'll shortly sit up and aim to go through his trunk and grab a bottle of scotch. You can bet that bottle won't be shared with anyone. No matter what. After grabbing it, he'll let the trunk slam shut. He'd been quiet, angry, in fact, since he'd gotten there. He didn't want to really interact with what he then thought was a dream. It had to be a dream though there was no way this could exist. But... He went to what was Sacred Heart, he swore it.

He'll be drinking some of the bottle before growling and throwing it at the closed door and letting the bottle smash and create a puddle of scotch on the ground.]

2) Floor 14

[He hated how he had to go through all those floor just to get to the crappy media floor they had. Room. Whatever it was. This place sucked. He just wanted to sit on one of the couches and do nothing but relax. Anyone who even slightly knew him would likely realize that something was wrong but whether or not you choose to ask is another question entirely...]

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Floor 14

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately for poor Perry, there was already another person occupying a couch in the media room close to one of the TVs. Ankh was laying sideways on it with his feet propped up on an arm, a red drape laid out underneath him. However the TV was currently just static, though he seemed to be studying it very carefully, watching for it to change.]

[drpercivalcox.livejournal.com]

[He noticed the other person, someone he didn't talk to at all, not all too surprising, and just sighs, rolling his eyes, sneering just slightly]

A football game won't suddenly come on out've the static, y'know. [He wants football or some sort've reminder of fun times at home. By fun times I mean getting drunk and watching a football game on the couch. Alone.]

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Football game? [He craned his neck a bit to look at him.] What the hell is that?

[Seems he has no idea what that is.]

[drpercivalcox.livejournal.com]

[He's going to stare at Ankh like he's stupid and also a bit confused] American football if you need clarification. A ball that guys throw to one another...? Run across a giant sports field? Tackle each other to keep whoever has the ball from getting to the goal? [If he sounds more bitter than ever it's because've yay reaction]

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

Sounds stupid. [And now he's gonna turn to look back at the TV, as he is now disinterested.] I'm waiting for the face to show up.

[drpercivalcox.livejournal.com]

That how you get your kicks or somethin'? Seein' that face?

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

No. I'm trying to figure out what it is. You're interfering.

[Attempt to ignore, go!]

[drpercivalcox.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow before rolling eyes and just going to lounge on another've the comfy-ish places~ He'd make a comment because've the hair but he's actually not in the mood. JD. GET HERE QUICK.]