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anomaly 012 . a demotion
CONTENT WARNINGS for violence, abuse, suicidal thoughts, catatonic freakout, blood, demotion, idefk just CONTENT WARNINGS
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[ When he runs, he runs to the CES. Fleeing up the stairway, taking them three at a time, panicking, panicking. He hurt someone, he hurt someone badly, and the whole of the ship presses in on him, traps him, corners him like a hunted rabbit. He slams out onto the deck, leaving smears of blood on the door, from his hands, his bloodied hands.
When he gets to the CES, the door won't open.
The compass, his warden item, doesn't do anything. The needle spins idly. There's no response. There's nothing. It won't let him in.
Stephen slams a hand against the door, leaving another imprint, drying and sticky. Vex's blood. His blood. His hands hurt. Something might be broken. He's broken.
Stephen slides down to the ground, tense and panting, almost hyperventilating. He needs to get out. He needs to get out. ]
[ ooc note: Stephen has been demoted because of reasons. I'm okay with multiple people tagging in (timey wimey, etc). He will be potentially violent if anyone touches him, but he's not really a combat character, and anyone well-trained should be able to subdue him. Alternatively, he can probably be talked down. ]
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[ He cleans himself up at the remaining sink, and curls up on the bed, pulling an unnecessary, heavy blanket over himself. All of what's happened seems too enormous to really grasp, so he doesn't try. He stares blankly. Eventually, he goes and eats something from the fridge, which appears to have lingered where the shower went away. And then he curls back up. ]
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[ When he runs, he runs to the CES. Fleeing up the stairway, taking them three at a time, panicking, panicking. He hurt someone, he hurt someone badly, and the whole of the ship presses in on him, traps him, corners him like a hunted rabbit. He slams out onto the deck, leaving smears of blood on the door, from his hands, his bloodied hands.
When he gets to the CES, the door won't open.
The compass, his warden item, doesn't do anything. The needle spins idly. There's no response. There's nothing. It won't let him in.
Stephen slams a hand against the door, leaving another imprint, drying and sticky. Vex's blood. His blood. His hands hurt. Something might be broken. He's broken.
Stephen slides down to the ground, tense and panting, almost hyperventilating. He needs to get out. He needs to get out. ]
[ ooc note: Stephen has been demoted because of reasons. I'm okay with multiple people tagging in (timey wimey, etc). He will be potentially violent if anyone touches him, but he's not really a combat character, and anyone well-trained should be able to subdue him. Alternatively, he can probably be talked down. ]
[ cabin spam, later ]
[ He cleans himself up at the remaining sink, and curls up on the bed, pulling an unnecessary, heavy blanket over himself. All of what's happened seems too enormous to really grasp, so he doesn't try. He stares blankly. Eventually, he goes and eats something from the fridge, which appears to have lingered where the shower went away. And then he curls back up. ]
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[ She looks like she's ready to get orders from him. And that has to be the last thing he's interested in doing. ]
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[Like she's speaking to a child.]
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[ Though, at these words, he brushes a hand against his throat. Sort of subconsciously. ]
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You sure?
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[Sudden. Not vicious. Just a statement of fact.]
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What good will it do?
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So he doesn't.
He turns around and goes to the refrigerator, and pulls out a beer. Offers one to her. ]
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[When she stops to breathe she closes her eyes, squeezes tight shut like she's light-sensitive. She just doesn't want to look at him right now.]
So do I get to go home? After I've killed him and all that.
[Joke. Ha ha.]
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[ Which seems really fucking unfair, at the moment. He drinks from his, too. ]
Twice. He had me twice.
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[Something sharp in her eyes. She blinks hard.]
Twice.
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[She narrows her eyes.]
You could've said something. You better say something, next time.
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I should probably hate you. [It's just exhausting to think about, is all.]
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Why?
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Yes. He could understand that. ]
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[She looks down at her bottle and drinks again. It makes her feel better.]
[Maybe it's because she never respected his authority in the first place. Maybe it's because she feels like she should be protecting him. Maybe . . .]
Maybe when I do, I'll graduate. [Another little joke.]
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[ He is joking. He doesn't honestly believe this. ]
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Maybe. But I'm chronically bad at friends.
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{ So is he. ]