Room 317, Thursday Morning
Aug. 4th, 2011 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The oatmeal bath last night had stopped the itching, a bit, but had done precisely nothing for Quinn's peace of mind. She woke up this morning feeling as if several large trucks had hit her in succession, then backed up and run over her again, just for fun.
She stumbled to the mirror to brush her teeth. Two classes today. Gotta get to them, gotta look good, gotta get through --
She was gray. Not pale and under the weather, not sickly and in need of some good concealer or a nap or chicken noodle soup: Gray. And when she blinked, as if that might fix it, she noticed her eyes were pitch black instead of their normal greenish hazel.
Panic jumped into her throat, scalding hot. She was mumbling to herself as she attacked her cosmetics drawer. A little more moisturizer, some heavy foundation, some eye drops and this would all go away.
It had to.
[OOC: cracked door, open post!]
She stumbled to the mirror to brush her teeth. Two classes today. Gotta get to them, gotta look good, gotta get through --
She was gray. Not pale and under the weather, not sickly and in need of some good concealer or a nap or chicken noodle soup: Gray. And when she blinked, as if that might fix it, she noticed her eyes were pitch black instead of their normal greenish hazel.
Panic jumped into her throat, scalding hot. She was mumbling to herself as she attacked her cosmetics drawer. A little more moisturizer, some heavy foundation, some eye drops and this would all go away.
It had to.
[OOC: cracked door, open post!]
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Date: 2011-08-04 07:13 pm (UTC)Oh, Puck.
But today he'd decided he couldn't just deal with being sick on his own; not when he was gray. So he'd wandered to Quinn's room, wrapped in a blanket like that would somehow make this better. He didn't know!
"Quinn, I don't feel -- oh, shit, you're gray too."
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Date: 2011-08-04 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-04 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-04 08:48 pm (UTC)She couldn't put the hunger into words. "I don't know. But it isn't brains. Plus nothing bit me."
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:01 am (UTC)She slumped back on her bed. "I just feel like I can't stay here."
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:26 am (UTC)"We shouldn't have to stay here," Puck decided. "We're -- nothing's happening here. We can do better. And if anyone tries to stop us, you're right, we can rip their fucking heads off." His lip curled a little, unconsciously. "Same goes for everyone here, if they try anything with us, too." He paused, trying to subdue the urge that had flared up, and added, "I mean, if we have to. It's just...I feel like I could, too. More than usual."
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:49 am (UTC)It just wasn't important right then.
"They don't know how to help us here," Quinn said. "They're just idiots, they're weak and, and -- selfish, and weird, and -- it's what you said, we can do better." Agitated now, she scratched at a darker gray patch on one palm. "Or at least have more fun."
She wasn't even certain what she meant by that. Something with blood.
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 02:07 am (UTC)She hated to wait. At the same time, she was sure there was stuff she needed. Food. Another bath. And she was getting dizzy from her excitement.
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Date: 2011-08-05 02:27 am (UTC)"Tomorrow," he said with a nod. "No point in leaving unprepared."
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Date: 2011-08-05 02:52 am (UTC)make a posthead out early, so nobody stops us."Even if some part of her would be a little sad if she didn't get to rip anybody's head off.
[OOC: NIGHT.]