Date: October 2nd 2031. Time: Lunch time. Location: Hell's Kitchen, the streets. Characters: Lucas Marks and Franklin Rivers. Description: Two Awoken feeling the effects of the latest Wyrdstorms. Status/Rating: Private, In Progress, PG-13 in case of swears.
Ever since Friday, the Wyrdstorms had been brewing. At night, the storm caused the lights to flicker on and off every so often but that wasn't the worse the storm had to offer this time. The storm seemed to be effecting something else, something unseen, something deeper. And it was making people act stranger than usual.
Ever since Friday, Franklin was sure he was able to pick up on other peoples thoughts. Not just their thoughts but their feelings! While normally this would sound like the imaginings of a man sinking into a paranoid delusion, Franklin was not alone. And to an extent he could see how it was effecting the world around him, even baseline humans. And while Franklin had trouble pin pointing just what emotions he was feeling from other people around him, he at least understood that what he was feeling was quite intense. So many heightened emotional states. And so many thoughts! It wasn't constant. It would come through in patches at first when the storm streaked the sky, rumbling and tearing open the skyline. Franklin tried his best to stay hidden in his home, but he needed to go out and get a few things done before his work week kicked off again.
Franklin looked up at a weeping sky, water washing over his warm skin. While it was quite chilly, Franklin remained warm. Not just because he was wearing more than one layer but rather it was one of the perks of his power. No matter how cold or warm it got, he could always balance out his body temperature to make himself more comfortable. He was stood outside, dressed in a pair of dark grey jogging bottoms, trainers and a black hoodie with the hood drawn up. A lock of pale blue hair could be seen sticking out from under the hood, now slightly stuck to his forehead thanks to the rainwater. His glasses were dotted with rainwater too. He hated that. It made getting around in the rain all the more difficult. Taking off his glasses, he pocketed them and looked around.
He was trying to keep himself steady. Find a focus point to try and block out everything he was hearing, everything he was feeling. 'Maybe if I kept going, that might work.' he thought to himself. He took a few steps, then another few and started to pick up pace. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be so difficult. He could go find the few things he needed to pick up, go home and hide. But with each person that walked by him, another stream of thoughts and feelings hit him hard. The more people who walked by, the worse thing seemed to be. So many thoughts, so much chatter! And such confusing emotions. His hair colour started to change. While it was tinted blue before, it was changing into a deep shade of purple, the ends blood red.
Stumbling to the side, he pressed his shoulder against a building and hoped no one one notice him. There were less people here but he could sense something. Feelings, thoughts, all jumbled and echoing. Distant yet near. It was confusing. He tried to get to grips. Maybe stimming would help. He crossed his arms, patting on the other forearm, drumming out some sort of beat, while his body sunk closer and closer to the ground until he was crouched over, leaning heavily on the wall. It wasn't working. Nothing was. He couldn't move, he couldn't think straight. He felt like he was drowning, the rainwater pouring over him, the thoughts and feelings of other people surrounding him, attacking his senses. Trembling hands reached up to cover his ears, and he let out a terrified, helpless scream. Now wherever rainwater touched his skin, water vapour rose and hissed. He was losing control over his temperature and he was starting to lose control over his power... He was going to meltdown soon if he couldn't find a way to drown out the noise and focus.