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A Broken Mess
Nov. 21st, 2015 03:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hisheadinthecloudsWHO: Arthur Lee and his friends
WHERE: The giant castle in the clouds, just outside Birchepointe
WHEN: Just after Jacob publicly made him accidentally create a disaster at the edge of town
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Depression, Panic Attack
[It was blinding, the tears drained his sight as Arthur kept climbing up the beanstalk. He just kept going. He didn't want to look back, all of his fear and panic kept him rushing so far. All his mind could think of was to go back home. Hide from everyone. He saw those faces of those citizens. Arthur knew the humans were going to speak ill of him. And how fast word spreads can be rapid. How hatred can multiply so quickly that they'd want him banned for life. The destruction he caused by just being what he was.
And Jacob, oh God. That man, he was back. The flood of horrid memories of what happened to his family. The possibility of what might happen to his friends because of him, sent his heart racing til it hurt, making his visions see nothing by flashes of white and red.
He was already convinced, no matter what his friends might say or do...
No one will want him back. Even if they do, what good will it do, being what he is?
A giant.
Arthur practically tripped over his own feet as he stumbled through the front doors of his castle. Clumsily leaving them open as he accidentally knocked over a chair and some items as he desperately made his way to his room. Slamming the door behind him, and locking it, before sliding down the frame of the door, trembling before he screamed.
Punching the door making a large dent through it, Arthur paused as he looked down at the now gaping mark in the door. His heavy breaths as his tears ran down his cheek. He shakily made his way from the door. Forcing himself up just so he could collapse on the bed. Holding the pillow close to him, throwing his glasses off as they hit his bed side table. Not caring if they break or not at this point as he buried his face in the pillow, his trembled sobs being the only noise he made as he clung to the sheets.]
It's my f-fault… No m-matter what I do… I-It's always…
[He punched the side of the bed a few more times til he just gave up and laid on the bed, trembling in his tears. Feeling the pain of his heart breaking literally within his chest sending violent shivers as he cried harder into the pillow.]
WHERE: The giant castle in the clouds, just outside Birchepointe
WHEN: Just after Jacob publicly made him accidentally create a disaster at the edge of town
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
PROSE OR BRACKETS: Brackets
WARNINGS: Depression, Panic Attack
[It was blinding, the tears drained his sight as Arthur kept climbing up the beanstalk. He just kept going. He didn't want to look back, all of his fear and panic kept him rushing so far. All his mind could think of was to go back home. Hide from everyone. He saw those faces of those citizens. Arthur knew the humans were going to speak ill of him. And how fast word spreads can be rapid. How hatred can multiply so quickly that they'd want him banned for life. The destruction he caused by just being what he was.
And Jacob, oh God. That man, he was back. The flood of horrid memories of what happened to his family. The possibility of what might happen to his friends because of him, sent his heart racing til it hurt, making his visions see nothing by flashes of white and red.
He was already convinced, no matter what his friends might say or do...
No one will want him back. Even if they do, what good will it do, being what he is?
A giant.
Arthur practically tripped over his own feet as he stumbled through the front doors of his castle. Clumsily leaving them open as he accidentally knocked over a chair and some items as he desperately made his way to his room. Slamming the door behind him, and locking it, before sliding down the frame of the door, trembling before he screamed.
Punching the door making a large dent through it, Arthur paused as he looked down at the now gaping mark in the door. His heavy breaths as his tears ran down his cheek. He shakily made his way from the door. Forcing himself up just so he could collapse on the bed. Holding the pillow close to him, throwing his glasses off as they hit his bed side table. Not caring if they break or not at this point as he buried his face in the pillow, his trembled sobs being the only noise he made as he clung to the sheets.]
It's my f-fault… No m-matter what I do… I-It's always…
[He punched the side of the bed a few more times til he just gave up and laid on the bed, trembling in his tears. Feeling the pain of his heart breaking literally within his chest sending violent shivers as he cried harder into the pillow.]
