Fisher Majors (hearitbleed) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-01-18 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, james |
Week 1
Who: Fisher and James
What: New school jitters
Where: James' room
Why: Too many strangers
Rating: NC 17
It took about five minutes for Fisher to unpack all his shit, then fifteen trying to find where the hell they were keeping James. The setup was totally different than what he was used to, so there was no pattern (that he could discern) that might help him any. It didn't help much that he was walking as fast as he could without running, his eyes fixed on the floor and his hands over his ears. Eventually, though, he managed to figure out where James was staying.
He sure as shit hoped the door wouldn't be locked, and more importantly, he hoped James was actually in the room when he barged in. It was just too, too much right now. Fisher was a medium, a bridge between the living and the dead. And right now that bridge was more backed up than the George Washington. After all, TJS used to be an insane asylum, and no one went into the sweet release of death with more resistance than the insane.
Without bothering to knock, Fisher turned the knob and entered James' room, absently closing the door behind himself. "Hey," he said, only now uncovering his ears and looking up from the floor. "I have been here less than a day, and... well, just holy shit." He flopped onto James' bed, not bothering to notice if he landed on anything. Luckily, nothing sharp stabbed him. "As soon as I walked inside, I got this, this chill, like this feeling of complete dread. And it hasn't stopped yet." He rubbed his eyes, finally looking over at James. "I had to get out of my room. Did you know this place used to be a nut house?" Fisher huffed. "Yeah, I'm not having a good day so far."