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Who: Anton Stevens and anyone What: curfews and crashes make Anton pace When: Evening (10PM) Where: Willowbrook dorm Rating: PG? Status: Incomplete/open
No information and events that played with his emotions was a recipe for his OCD to spiral out of control. And the less control he felt, the more his power control slipped. He heard the Dome crashing; and when he ran over because he knew that Jonah was in there, the agents told him to go away as they figured it out. As much as that made logical sense, it didn't help.
He was in his room when the email went out about the curfew, and that was another constraint, another change of rules. As stupid as it might appear to outsiders, to Anton any change was a challenge to overcome.
This usually involved him cleaning his room, meticulously. Everything lined up and dusted. It didn't make him comforted. So he chose the next best thing: repetitive motion with a cardio component to it (dopamine release would help, right?). He put on his gym shorts and a t-shirt, and headed to the stairs, running up and then back down. It was easier to focus on this. and at least then things around him weren't levitating. It's not like he could rip the rail off.