Matthew "Matt" Prept (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-22 10:50:00 |
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Matt felt himself dragging along. He had felt bouncy and more energetic when around Sophia, but within a day of doing other things, the anxiety, and the growing depression, was back. He felt like the train was weighing down on him. With so many people, and only more coming on, it felt like the train itself was slowly bulging at the seams. When he had found the train had put on a new car, he had been ecstatic, but within a day, that one was mostly filled up, too. He saw people walking along, smiling, doing their things, and a small part of him was glad for it. Another part of him was freaked out because didn't they see? Didn't they pay attention to oh, the less food? Part of him knew he was being a little irrational about it, but the loss of his powers had him on edge. Without those, everything else, no matter how small, felt more important. His powers had been part of him since he was a very small child. He remembered his cradle holding him, and his mobiles singing to him, telling him stories. In his worst years, when he was ostracized because of his blue-silver hair, and when he had no friends, the walls, the floors, and the furniture had been there for him. Voices from everything non-living were his constant companions and there were always hands and strong things to help him. And now, the voices were silent, the walls were still, and everything felt more dead. He growled under his breath as he ducked into the chance car, where supposedly, the sort of not currently living bodies of the vampires were being stored. At least there, he wouldn't have to deal with people and could sulk and talk to Daisy in peace. Not that she would hear him, but... yes. (ooc: *garbled lyrics come from Elton John's Mona Lisa And Mad Hatters.) |