hooded_darkness (hooded_darkness) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-01-17 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | cloak, iceman |
Who: Tyrone and OTA
What: Getting something to eat, and trying not to eat.
Where: The Kitchen
When: Saturday Afternoon
He was beginning to feel that oh so familiar craving. That gnawing that raced from the back of his skull to the pit of his body. Arcing out among the muscles and making him tremble now and again when it was particularly bad. His body was...becoming less stable. Less materialized. It had been nearly two weeks since his last feeding, but Tyrone knew he wouldn't be able to put it off much longer.
No matter how much he wanted to.
Tugging on a hoodie over his body, he hidden the weird swirls of pitch black smoke that seemed to boil just underneath his skin. Desperate to get out. As he turned toward the door, his fingers hesitating near the cloak that lay draped on the back of his chair. It beckoned to him, but he firmly left his dorm room. At a brisk pace Tyrone headed down to the kitchens.
Needed to get his mind off of it for awhile. Eat something. Quell the hunger for now.
He'd worry about hunting later. For now he just wanted to pretend to be normal.
Opening the fridge and peeking around for something edible, he took out some lunch meat and condiments and began making a sandwich.