The downfalls of social anxiety... [ Stephy and Flufferdoodles ]

alden miller
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As usual, a pair of hazel eyes bore a hole into whatever they came upon. Today, however, it was a spider. It wasn't a huge spider, no, just a small field-dweller. Most people would just walk past it and continue on their day, but Alden simple couldn't. He had been placed in a chair to await someone who would see to his arm. The story behind his bloodied, skinned limb was a short one too. In fact, it had only occurred a moment ago. Alden had entered the Infirmary, making his way to get more ambrosia, and then BAM! The spider that now stared back at him had launched itself at his face, and this of course made the son of Moros jump. In turn, he tumbled and toppled and crashed into tables. Once the immediate trauma of being viciously attacked and rolling around the infirmary, Alden had managed to get up and realize that his arm was skinned up pretty bad. Thanks to luck, however, he was already in the place to be.

So yes, this is where we are now. Alden continued to stare at the arachnid, fury showing in his eyes. "I'll get you," he began, narrowing his eyes at his position in the corner, "because as soon as I get close enough, I'm going to smash you into the effing ground..." The last few words stung with bitterness that the others hadn't. They rang out through the makeshift 'hospital', and delivered the intensity he had hoped they would. The spider scuttled backwards, gathering itself tightly behind a cabinet. Finally realizing that he could look away, Alden glanced around the Infirmary, and found that it was nearly empty. It had been his luck that no one was there, and no one was probably coming. Brushing a strand of jet-black hair from his eyes, he sighed, frowning.

Maybe no one would come... He would just bleed out, and lay dying on the floor, his last sights a wicked spider that found it funny to terrorize hi. Ridiculous, Alden thought, my father is the god of doom. I would sense it. There's no imminent danger to my arm. Though... his gaze found it's way back to the spider, and his eyes turned to slits, the spider is definitely in for it. "Oh well," he vocalized, and yawned. "I should stop being so paranoid all the time." With that, he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back against the wall, relaxing.

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The downfalls of social anxiety... [ Stephy and Flufferdoodles ] Emmar310

F A Y E L Y N [faye] Y O U N G

"I won't burn long"

Fayelyn Rose Young, after being in an almost paralysis state of sleep, has yet to awaken, from out of nowhere. In dreamscape, things intertwined with the "real" world. Although, being one to question, Faye wonders what is reality and what is fantasy? For instance, Faye may hear a scream in her actual surroundings which she'll incorporate into her dreams. This is common for most people. She usually isn't jerked awake from a simple bother from the outside world--especially after 72 hours.

Faye jolts awake by the sound of a nearby person, around her age, as if lightning strikes her. She freezes, the narcolepsy paralyzing her joints, stiffening them. She almost screams at the sight of herself wearing some odd sort of pajamas? Where the hell is she? She feels the shock hit her as remembers the last time she awakened in a strange, unfamiliar room. Her unsteady breathing turns to hyperventilation as the evil images seep into her mind. She feels uneasy and sick as she slips out of the bed to check the source of her panic. She places her arms completely around her thin body, insecure and a little afraid she must admit.

Faye finds the boy yelling at a small arachnid, which puzzles her as he lays there, bloodied and relaxed on the ground. “I suppose this is where I help you and crap and tell you it’s alright. Well, I’m just going to tell you that you ruined my 72 hours of sleep.” she comments in a snarky tone, “Er, yeah, so, I suppose I should return to dreaming about rainbows and unicorns.” Faye mocks herself, monotonously, beginning to walk away, carelessly and happily—quite the sudden change in her mood.

"and evidence of your done wrong will be gone"

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