i'm out of my mind; private

rocking chair, mental asylum

It was correct to say that Xavier was still recovering from Christmas day, considering that all he really did was steal drink from the Dionysus kids with his siblings and spent long nights drinking it all and having Black Ops II tournaments with his brothers. For the past three days, that had been his life and he wasn’t ready to see the sunlight again. He’d only gone out to grab food and even then it hadn’t been often; he or someone else would get lots of food for them all about three times a day and that was it. Easy, simple and satisfying. A lot of people probably wouldn’t understand why a group of teenage son of Hades would wish to lock themselves in their rooms for song long playing video games, but it was much better than the real world even if it meant Xavier was having a skateboarding withdrawal.

There was no one around when he entered the area of the strawberry fields, his hand moving across the rows and lines of corn as he passed. Once he had entered the centre, he heard the squawking of crows above him. He looked up, watching how they moved so agile and darkly. “Like us.” He snorted to himself, referring to how dark he and his siblings stereotypically were to the rest of the campers. he looked down at his hands. he never tried to use any of his powers. It scared him. He had never thought he was ready, going as long as he could lying to himself that it would only hurt him. Yes, it did hurt him, but his siblings and mentors had told him that if he practiced then he would get the hang of it. He suddenly got himself into the state of mind that he could do this, even if every fibre of his body willed him not to. the thing that made him try was the recurring thought that swarmed around his mind; ‘what if you need it at a life-or-death moment and you can’t do it?’.

Looking down at his feet, Zave clenched both his hands to his sides as he struggled to find the energy and willpower to perform the shadow-travel. His muscles rippled, his heart-rate increasing and breath starting to get to a point where you would wonder if he was having a fit or something. His eyes squeezed shut, not thinking he had ever concentrated so hard before. It had never seemed this hard for his brothers, which concerned him. Finally, he saw some sort of black veil before him and blindingly stumbled towards it, suddenly becoming more scared.

That’s when he was suddenly plunged into a sort of gravel ground, tripping over his own two feet and crashing his back on the wooden paneling of the stables. People looked at him; the boy who had appeared out of nowhere, and now looked like he was having some sort of fit or breakdown. He started to hyperventilate, clutching his beanie and brown curls in his hands. It scared him, dude.

ooc; zave is the biggest drama queen out dere and outfit