Stall Me {Sierra/Xanthus}
Jul 7, 2013 12:56:41 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jul 7, 2013 12:56:41 GMT -5
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Xanthus Grimm slips down the halls, looking beautiful and elegant. Dirt runs from his step, and he radiates the feel of a predator. He turns a corner, and finds himself out of sight of the main atrium, where the dinner room extends off of. Suddenly, there is a thickness in his throat, like a constriction. He cannot breath, it hurts to do so. Panic clouds his mind, and he sinks to the floor of the hallway he was walking through, legs giving out beneath him. I need my room. Xanthus needed to go back to his big old house, the one he hadn't left for more than an hour at a time in years and years. This was too much, that reaping day, the train ride, it had all taken too much out of him. it had been the most he could manage. He sunk against the wall, sliding down against germs and other horrid things. Tears sprung to his eyes as a result of the pain of not being able to take air in, as well as that homesickness. He could feel his resolve giving out, could feel horror seeping in.
I want to go home!
He wanted to go home and be hidden away in that place, to feel secure in the fact that he couldn't hurt anyone there. Well, aside from those who evoked his malice. He was safe there because the rest of the world was safe from him when on the outside. Too much exposure to the outside world was creating this panic, this horror, and Xanthus was never normal to begin with. This place would turn him into the monster he had never wanted to be. I wanted to catch the monsters, what happened to that. He needed an anchor, something or someone that he couldn't possibly hurt to remind him how to be a human being. Yet maybe he would die here, freaking out in this dark hallway while everyone was at dinner.
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