Post by Onira on Jan 19, 2007 1:52:07 GMT -5
(OOC: This is, placed the morning after "The Teller" thread.)
Slowly he opened those violet orbs, looking to the white ceiling above, everything shrowded in a haze. The teen gingerly removed his hand from beneath the thin blue sheet, placing it against his forehead. Although flushed and confused, he could still feel his forehead burning up, and it wasn't a surprise. He couldn't see jack, his head was pounding, and the taste in the back of his throat was just... sick.
He was hesitant to move, but he soon overcame it, sitting up quickly so as to not give his body time to feel pain mid-sit. He sure as hell felt it afterwards, though, clutching his forehead in sickness. He stayed like that for a moment before finally lopping over his blue sheet, letting his feet sag over the edge before finally smacking the floor. He paused for a moment, not all that joyous on the idea of getting up. But, it needed to be done. So, with one heave of his chest he stood up, falling right back again. Now with his legs off the bed but the rest of him laying back, he had to debate with himself yet again. Of course, he already knew what the debate would conclude, so it would all be stalling until then.
Finally working up the courage yet again, he pushed with his hands and lifted with his gut, pushing his body foreward in three quick steps off the bed, finally catching himself reeled over with hands against the rim of the bathroom door. He panted heavily. The strain on his body was incredible, and it forced him to wonder.
What the hell happened last night...
He wondered, but received nothing but a stinging pain in his head. Okay. No thinking.
Onira rested his hand against the knob for a moment before he finally twisted it and pushed it open. With one last attempt at life he flopped on to the bathroom counter, staring in to the sink. He kept heaving, breaths heavy from strain. It hurt. The pain, it hurt. It was as if his lungs were begging to come out. They wanted to burst from his sternum. No. He had to calm down. Couldn't give in to the pain. Just breathe. Breathe.
Slowly the pain subsided, Onira sighing lightly after the endeavour. The blur was beginning to fade, one agreeing now to make the move. He pushed himself up, looking at the mirror and seeing his face. However, it was still too blurry. He had to calm down. Had to focus. Once again he breathed a sigh, this time a bit heavier, but it still relaxed him. He looked, and what he saw frightened him. Specks of blood, dried and dotted all over his face, some in wavy lines but all scabs. No. Not right.
Quickly he reeled back, running his back in to the door knob and cringing from the pain, the blur returning but the student taking no notice. He took one step out of the bathroom before falling to the carpet, his head hitting the wall and the pain becoming intense. His chest. It burned. Grabbing the head opening of the shirt he ripped it, the pain in his head increasing, but he had to see. Something. It was wrong.
Although detail was lacking from the haze in his mind, the purple was a clear enough sign. All along his chest was a giant bruise, one not being able to see even the slightest bit of flesh. It was all just... dark.
His head fell foreward in pain, both in the back and front of his head. It felt like his skull was trying to seperate. It wanted to explode, and the pain made the haze only that much worse, as did the haze make the pain in his head multiply. He heaved heavily, not caring for the pain in his chest any longer. Everything. It was all becoming numb from the pain. He needed something. Anything to relieve the pain. But where? He couldn't reach the bathroom in his current state, so what else was there. The only option...
Without thinking about it anymore, he gripped his hand to his head, the alchemy beginning and making the pain even worse. but, it had to be done. He had to feel more pain to relieve the rest. And so, triggering only slightly a few chemicals in his brain, he could release the endorphens. Cover up the pain with the high of the chemicals, and as expected, the pain seemed less of a priority. But such a reaction at the level it was getting to was not natural. He had to stop it. But if he did, the pain...
"AHH!!!"
With all the will he could msuter he canceled the alchemy, throwing his hand to his side and letting his body relax. The pain, it seemed to much greater, but he just had to relax. It would go away. He just had to let it.
After twenty seconds of what seemed like millenia it finally stopped, and he could move again. Well, at least enough to get back in to the bathroom. So, he pushed himself up, almsot instantly taking an unbalanced step back. Quickly he grabbed for the door rim, catching it and standing there for a moment, hunched over. He had to relax again, and after another half a minute, he launched for the sink. Sure enough, he caught it, beginning to heave again.
With head still in the sink he reached up and opened up the mirrored cabinet, placing his hand in the lowest right corner of the cupboard. He palmed the bottle, quickly bringing it back to himself. After resting for another moment, he pushed down on the cap, the quickly turned it, cracking the child lock and the lid popping off. Without even thinking about it, he let three pills drip in to his hand, popping them into his mouth and swallowing them instantly. it was one more pill than usual, but then again, it was a bigger hurt than usual.
He rested there for a good fifteen minutes before the pills finally kicked in. His head felt quite a bit better, but now he could feel the pain in his chest. The bruise was painful, but not near to that of his head felt just a minute ago. After the last time he tried the alchemy to help himself, he figured it better to just let it heal on it's own.
Calmed down, Onira felt right to tackle the problem of the blood on himself. After scanning over his clothes, he could see that they also carried some blood on them. So, he first took off the rest of his shredded shirt, letting it fall to the ground in a heap. That would go in the garbage, but the pants were allright, so, he removed them, tossing them in the bath. It was only now that he realized he was still wearing his shoes, and these had blood on them as well. However, those could not go in the bath, so he placed them next to his toilet to be cleaned later. Now, Onira was wearing only a pair of boxers and some black socks. So, picking up the shirt, he went to the kitchen, tossing it in to the garbage. From here, he walked to the closet, and put on a pair of blue sweat pants, as well as an open white soft dress shirt. He didn't want to button it because his bruise was quite sensitive. But now, there was the problem of his face.
He went back in to the washroom, pulling out a small flanel and soaking it in water. He then took it and rubbed his face roughly, not stopping until every last spot of blood was gone. When he was done, which was a good 5 minutes later, he looked as good as new. Surprisingly, only one drop had touched his hair, and that was taken out easily with the flanel.
To finish the task, he dropped the flanel into the sink, moving to the bath where his pants sat. Here he turned and pulled on the one knob, bending down slowly to push the plug in. After this, he walked out of the bathroom, throwing himself back on to his bed. The mystery still loomed in the back of his head: what had happened the day before? But at the moment, such a mystery was made only as a mental note, not to be solved until after a nap. Out of curiosity, he looked to the alarm clock next to him, looking at the lights that formed numbers.
11:38 AM
"Well, a fair time for a nap."
On that note, Onira rested his head, nodding off to sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Knock.
Aww... crap!
He sighed a low sigh, a mix of frustration and... well just frustration really. He had a moment of rest before he finally stood up, walking to the door and heaving a sigh, looking then through the peep hole and speaking.
"Who is it?"
Slowly he opened those violet orbs, looking to the white ceiling above, everything shrowded in a haze. The teen gingerly removed his hand from beneath the thin blue sheet, placing it against his forehead. Although flushed and confused, he could still feel his forehead burning up, and it wasn't a surprise. He couldn't see jack, his head was pounding, and the taste in the back of his throat was just... sick.
He was hesitant to move, but he soon overcame it, sitting up quickly so as to not give his body time to feel pain mid-sit. He sure as hell felt it afterwards, though, clutching his forehead in sickness. He stayed like that for a moment before finally lopping over his blue sheet, letting his feet sag over the edge before finally smacking the floor. He paused for a moment, not all that joyous on the idea of getting up. But, it needed to be done. So, with one heave of his chest he stood up, falling right back again. Now with his legs off the bed but the rest of him laying back, he had to debate with himself yet again. Of course, he already knew what the debate would conclude, so it would all be stalling until then.
Finally working up the courage yet again, he pushed with his hands and lifted with his gut, pushing his body foreward in three quick steps off the bed, finally catching himself reeled over with hands against the rim of the bathroom door. He panted heavily. The strain on his body was incredible, and it forced him to wonder.
What the hell happened last night...
He wondered, but received nothing but a stinging pain in his head. Okay. No thinking.
Onira rested his hand against the knob for a moment before he finally twisted it and pushed it open. With one last attempt at life he flopped on to the bathroom counter, staring in to the sink. He kept heaving, breaths heavy from strain. It hurt. The pain, it hurt. It was as if his lungs were begging to come out. They wanted to burst from his sternum. No. He had to calm down. Couldn't give in to the pain. Just breathe. Breathe.
Slowly the pain subsided, Onira sighing lightly after the endeavour. The blur was beginning to fade, one agreeing now to make the move. He pushed himself up, looking at the mirror and seeing his face. However, it was still too blurry. He had to calm down. Had to focus. Once again he breathed a sigh, this time a bit heavier, but it still relaxed him. He looked, and what he saw frightened him. Specks of blood, dried and dotted all over his face, some in wavy lines but all scabs. No. Not right.
Quickly he reeled back, running his back in to the door knob and cringing from the pain, the blur returning but the student taking no notice. He took one step out of the bathroom before falling to the carpet, his head hitting the wall and the pain becoming intense. His chest. It burned. Grabbing the head opening of the shirt he ripped it, the pain in his head increasing, but he had to see. Something. It was wrong.
Although detail was lacking from the haze in his mind, the purple was a clear enough sign. All along his chest was a giant bruise, one not being able to see even the slightest bit of flesh. It was all just... dark.
His head fell foreward in pain, both in the back and front of his head. It felt like his skull was trying to seperate. It wanted to explode, and the pain made the haze only that much worse, as did the haze make the pain in his head multiply. He heaved heavily, not caring for the pain in his chest any longer. Everything. It was all becoming numb from the pain. He needed something. Anything to relieve the pain. But where? He couldn't reach the bathroom in his current state, so what else was there. The only option...
Without thinking about it anymore, he gripped his hand to his head, the alchemy beginning and making the pain even worse. but, it had to be done. He had to feel more pain to relieve the rest. And so, triggering only slightly a few chemicals in his brain, he could release the endorphens. Cover up the pain with the high of the chemicals, and as expected, the pain seemed less of a priority. But such a reaction at the level it was getting to was not natural. He had to stop it. But if he did, the pain...
"AHH!!!"
With all the will he could msuter he canceled the alchemy, throwing his hand to his side and letting his body relax. The pain, it seemed to much greater, but he just had to relax. It would go away. He just had to let it.
After twenty seconds of what seemed like millenia it finally stopped, and he could move again. Well, at least enough to get back in to the bathroom. So, he pushed himself up, almsot instantly taking an unbalanced step back. Quickly he grabbed for the door rim, catching it and standing there for a moment, hunched over. He had to relax again, and after another half a minute, he launched for the sink. Sure enough, he caught it, beginning to heave again.
With head still in the sink he reached up and opened up the mirrored cabinet, placing his hand in the lowest right corner of the cupboard. He palmed the bottle, quickly bringing it back to himself. After resting for another moment, he pushed down on the cap, the quickly turned it, cracking the child lock and the lid popping off. Without even thinking about it, he let three pills drip in to his hand, popping them into his mouth and swallowing them instantly. it was one more pill than usual, but then again, it was a bigger hurt than usual.
He rested there for a good fifteen minutes before the pills finally kicked in. His head felt quite a bit better, but now he could feel the pain in his chest. The bruise was painful, but not near to that of his head felt just a minute ago. After the last time he tried the alchemy to help himself, he figured it better to just let it heal on it's own.
Calmed down, Onira felt right to tackle the problem of the blood on himself. After scanning over his clothes, he could see that they also carried some blood on them. So, he first took off the rest of his shredded shirt, letting it fall to the ground in a heap. That would go in the garbage, but the pants were allright, so, he removed them, tossing them in the bath. It was only now that he realized he was still wearing his shoes, and these had blood on them as well. However, those could not go in the bath, so he placed them next to his toilet to be cleaned later. Now, Onira was wearing only a pair of boxers and some black socks. So, picking up the shirt, he went to the kitchen, tossing it in to the garbage. From here, he walked to the closet, and put on a pair of blue sweat pants, as well as an open white soft dress shirt. He didn't want to button it because his bruise was quite sensitive. But now, there was the problem of his face.
He went back in to the washroom, pulling out a small flanel and soaking it in water. He then took it and rubbed his face roughly, not stopping until every last spot of blood was gone. When he was done, which was a good 5 minutes later, he looked as good as new. Surprisingly, only one drop had touched his hair, and that was taken out easily with the flanel.
To finish the task, he dropped the flanel into the sink, moving to the bath where his pants sat. Here he turned and pulled on the one knob, bending down slowly to push the plug in. After this, he walked out of the bathroom, throwing himself back on to his bed. The mystery still loomed in the back of his head: what had happened the day before? But at the moment, such a mystery was made only as a mental note, not to be solved until after a nap. Out of curiosity, he looked to the alarm clock next to him, looking at the lights that formed numbers.
11:38 AM
"Well, a fair time for a nap."
On that note, Onira rested his head, nodding off to sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Knock.
Aww... crap!
He sighed a low sigh, a mix of frustration and... well just frustration really. He had a moment of rest before he finally stood up, walking to the door and heaving a sigh, looking then through the peep hole and speaking.
"Who is it?"
