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thecapitol2015-03-06 04:58 am
broken_gospel) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-06 04:58 am
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Darkness Shades Me [OPEN]
Who| Samuel and You
What| If anyone wants to hang out with Sam, this is the place to do it
Where| Commons, training center, wherever you want
When| At more or less any point this cycle, this is a very wide catch-all type deal
Warnings/Notes| Will add if necessary
A.Commons:
Sam has made a habit of sitting around in the commons, either having a drink or reading or quietly scribbling in a notebook. Sometimes he just watches people as they come and go. Often his lips move as if he is having a quiet conversation with someone, though very rarely is there someone there with whom said conversation could be taking place. At times he is involved in chess games, seemingly with himself, though his obvious frustration with certain moves gives the impression that they are being made by someone else.
Whenever he catches someone's eye they will get a friendly little smile, a subtle little invitation of sorts. If you would like to join him, he won't mind. That's what he's here for after all. To help, to talk, to instruct.
B.Training center:
He has too much energy in his body sometimes, too many thoughts buzzing around in his head. Too much tension winding his body tight until he feels as if he can't move, as if he will fall apart if he upsets the delicate balance of things.
At such times he goes to the training center, mindlessly lifting weights or punching things until he is drenched in sweat, until he can barely make his limbs move anymore and he is left splayed out on the floor panting and spent. It's an almost euphoric state, this blank nothingness that he is left with when he has pushed himself as far as he can go.
Silence, at last.
C.Choose your own adventure:
If you want Sam to be somewhere, write up a starter and I will roll with it <3
[Closed to Jolie]
There is so much blood. It wells up between his fingers and he presses down harder, ignoring the scream of pain that erupts from the girl writhing on the ground. It sounds like it’s coming from far away, like an echo or something in a dream. There is so much blood. He didn’t mean to do it. Well, he did but he didn’t, he shouldn’t have, shit shit shit she’s going to die. He sobs, and all that warm life just keeps slipping away, seeping into the ground…
Sam wakes up with a start, and he can tell from the soreness in his throat that he’s been screaming in his sleep again. Well, fuck. Hopefully he didn’t wake anyone up.
.
What| If anyone wants to hang out with Sam, this is the place to do it
Where| Commons, training center, wherever you want
When| At more or less any point this cycle, this is a very wide catch-all type deal
Warnings/Notes| Will add if necessary
A.Commons:
Sam has made a habit of sitting around in the commons, either having a drink or reading or quietly scribbling in a notebook. Sometimes he just watches people as they come and go. Often his lips move as if he is having a quiet conversation with someone, though very rarely is there someone there with whom said conversation could be taking place. At times he is involved in chess games, seemingly with himself, though his obvious frustration with certain moves gives the impression that they are being made by someone else.
Whenever he catches someone's eye they will get a friendly little smile, a subtle little invitation of sorts. If you would like to join him, he won't mind. That's what he's here for after all. To help, to talk, to instruct.
B.Training center:
He has too much energy in his body sometimes, too many thoughts buzzing around in his head. Too much tension winding his body tight until he feels as if he can't move, as if he will fall apart if he upsets the delicate balance of things.
At such times he goes to the training center, mindlessly lifting weights or punching things until he is drenched in sweat, until he can barely make his limbs move anymore and he is left splayed out on the floor panting and spent. It's an almost euphoric state, this blank nothingness that he is left with when he has pushed himself as far as he can go.
Silence, at last.
C.Choose your own adventure:
If you want Sam to be somewhere, write up a starter and I will roll with it <3
[Closed to Jolie]
There is so much blood. It wells up between his fingers and he presses down harder, ignoring the scream of pain that erupts from the girl writhing on the ground. It sounds like it’s coming from far away, like an echo or something in a dream. There is so much blood. He didn’t mean to do it. Well, he did but he didn’t, he shouldn’t have, shit shit shit she’s going to die. He sobs, and all that warm life just keeps slipping away, seeping into the ground…
Sam wakes up with a start, and he can tell from the soreness in his throat that he’s been screaming in his sleep again. Well, fuck. Hopefully he didn’t wake anyone up.
.