Who: Jared Nomak {Open to any Hyperion resident} What: Hiding in his room Where: Jared’s Room in the Hyperion When: About dusk before the Silence Rating/Status: Nothing to badly/In process
Jared was curled up on the bed of his new room, his hood concealed head nestled on the soft firm pillow and his lean wiry frame pulled into a fetal position. Every since he had came to the Hyperion he haunted the building like some kind of pale phantom tormented by his own personal demons. The infected vampire was fully dressed even wearing his workmen styled boots as he laid on top of the sheets of the bed. Jared hardly slept these days, actually he couldn’t remember the last time he had shut his eyes and slept. The continuous agony of the experiment side effects left finding any kind of relief was next to impossible this including slumber.
With all the truth craziness going on he had thought it best to stay put plus it had rather depressed him. He was vaguely affected through the blood he had drank but lucky for him he rarely found the need to lie. Yet it had set his mind to wandering in sorrowful places. So to escape he tried to sleep. He had took the time earlier to reinforce the windows so that no UV light leaked through that could kill him though with his current mood he was feeling rather like he wanted to die. Sleep wasn’t coming but he couldn’t bring himself to roll over from his spot, so he just stared at the wall wondering if coming here had been a good idea.