Who: Terry and Nicolas. What: Meet again after Terry comes back from isolation. When: A bit after midnight. Where: Music room Rating: TBA
Terry sat at the piano in the music room, staring at the keys blankly. He didn't know how long they had him in solitary... how long he had been in that room.... in that jacket. He shivered just thinking about it. He couldn't play. He swallowed, staring at the keys, replaying everything in his mind that he could remember. It wasn't much... snatches of things. He was sedated a lot of the things and his dreams were so odd. More than once he imagined he saw a pale face and dark eyes at the little bitty window at his door, but he couldn't stand... he couldn't think. Even now... even now he couldn't think properly. His whole being was a jittery, twitchy, mindless mess and he felt dead inside. His attention varied from sharpa s hell, to him staring at a spot for hours on end. He figured coming to the music room wouldn't hurt... but he played the same chord over and over again, wrong notes, discordant, unpleasant to the ears.