Re: promenade ; elevator
He was panicking, electric nerves buzzing through his system. He wasn't sure why he was here on this ship, or why these things were happening. He hadn't planned to be here, had he? Now he couldn't remember. Why couldn't he remember? Why did his head hurt? Why was his body so warm, as if starting it's own revolution. All the noises took on a life of their own. He wasn't sure if his was among them anymore. It was all scrambled, bleeding through the walls.
He pushed himself through the corridor to the elevator tucking a hand underneath one arms. That hand, what did it mean, elongated and misshapen as it was. It ached, making his whole body shudder. There would be more changes in him. He could feel them, impulsive and relentless. Although he was attempting to run for cover, he couldn't find a shelter that would drive away whatever was attacking him.
In his quest, he nearly ran over the man in the robes. He looked up, golden eyes glowing, another one of those changes that began the minute he stepped aboard. His clothes were mere rags, unlike the man in the robes. Help, he thought, help help help. No words were uttered. "Hhh-elp," he attempted again, giving a raspy whisper to the other.