Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-06 14:16:00 |
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Who:Jack and Faith
What: trying that talking thing. Only it sorta fails, instead theirs patrolling.
When: shortly after graffiti, late night thursday
Where: outside the Hyperion, then who knows.
Warnings: mature content? who really knows
It was a bad night. There were okay nights, and not so okay ones, this was one of the latter. He couldn't tell what set him off first but he couldn't stand for it to be Kira yet. He made her cry so much already, so this was really the best for all of them. For him to get some space. Z hadn't hardly let her eyes off him, he could feel Kira watching him even when he did a simple thing like going into another room. He knew they were worried, they had all rights to be. He'd tried to kill himself, and he couldn't even say that it'd never happen again.
She was in his head again, and every time he tried to explain the response was 'it's not real'. It felt real enough. The images were plain as day in his mind and tore at him from the inside, it felt like he was falling apart. It was hell. Kira and Z made the pain less, but it was still there. The dull ache of failure. Of heart break..and so now he needed his space, he told them where he was going. Hopefully they wouldn't worry too much..but he just couldn't stay inside anymore, he felt like he was ready to snap. He sat on the staircase that lead to the Hyperion's double doors and itched at the bandage that covered the wounds idly in frustrated annoyance as he waited.