WHO: Davy Human Jones, open to anyone WHERE: Hyperion Hotel WHAT: My attempt to get my plots going again WHEN: Sunday Night RATED: PG
Davy had kept himself locked in his room for weeks. At first, he could only pace the room over and over again with occasional bouts of tears. He needed to come up with a plan, but nothing came to immediate thought. And when he did get a thought, it was usually unbearable guilt of his centuries of torture and death. How many lovers had he separated? How many families had he destroyed? How could he have let himself become such a hideous monster? These thoughts consumed him keeping him away from the normal activities of the hotel and had no interaction with any of its inhabitants. His appearance was still rather revolting with long hair and nails with shredded pirate clothes from his days of being a dreaded pirate demon.
Today, a new thought entered his mind. Suicide. What was the point of living anymore? He had no friends, no family, no love, no ship... what could possibly be worse than the hell he was already living? In many ways, he felt he had died and this was his hell. Perhaps he was right, on some level. Maybe this entire city was a cruel afterlife playing a sick game on us all. Davy stood in front of his mirror, staring at himself. He was pathetic.