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| Topic Started: Feb 12 2010, 01:55 AM (1,230 Views) | |
| Elixir | Mar 17 2010, 12:03 AM Post #16 |
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"Oh, come on Josh, Avery's not gonna be able to fix this. I mean look at him. We both know this isn't a physical thing." “No,” Josh said quietly, his mind racing, “I know dude.” He squinted at Billy thoughtfully, watching as his friend screwed his eyes shut and reopened them, looking unmistakeably disappointed at the sight of his roommates still there. What was going on? It was like they were complete strangers to him... as if all those late-night conversations and X-box marathons had not happened. Tommy ranted at his brother, demanding some answers before loudly cursing the warlock's abilities, which set Josh off. “Dude... hush. I don't want everyone out in the hall wondering what's going on. It's not gonna do anybody any good. Might make things worse.” This is bad. This is really bad. This is different than everything else. Something's gonna blow up or die. We gotta do something. “Come on, you were doing so well.” His words were whispered and frustrated; he was talking to himself, and suddenly Josh got the impression that he was some kind of animal stuck behind a pane of glass at a zoo. Billy was standing there in front of him, yet almost seemed inaccessible. Foley knitted his brow in confusion and waved a dark hand in front of Billy's eyes, snapping his fingers at the end of each swing. "What is he talking about ? Billy, you're scaring us little bro. Do we need to get you somewhere? Should I go get Strange or....or Mom?" Josh shot Tommy a look at that suggestion. Wanda? Was he seriously asking if he should go find Wanda? Maybe the Scarlet Witch could help, but Elixir was also afraid that getting Wanda's crazy in the same room with Billy's crazy would create an entirely new set of problems and circumstances. “Now hang on... I don't know if that's a good idea.” Well then what do you think is a good idea? Go get Scott and Jean? They know. They know all about the flood and stuff. They've been cool about it, but what if they had seen the flood coming? What would they have been willing to do to keep it from happening? Lock him away? Null him? Give him to SHIELD? Dude! No way! What if they gave him to SHIELD? He'd never get away from there. But... Something's up. We gotta do something. This is bad, and just sitting on it won't do anything. He needs some help. Just not help that will get him in trouble. “I... don't think we should get anybody just yet. We should take him to our room and just try to get him to settle down.” “Dude,” Josh said as he grasped both of Billy's shoulders and shook vigorously, “You're right... you are doing well. Don't do this. Whatever this is, don't do it. You got any idea what could happen!? Hey!” He tried to look Billy in the eyes, “Talk to us. What the hell is going on?” |
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| Wiccan | Mar 18 2010, 12:19 AM Post #17 |
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They argued over him like he wasn’t there. William stared from one student to the other, both strangers talking at each other too fast and with too much familiarity, talking about him, all frantic and worried and puzzling. His stomach ached. Josh grasped him by the shoulders and violently shook him until his teeth rattled in his skull. Feeling unsafe, William reacted by shoving the teen away. He took a couple of angry breaths, palms held up in wary placation. “No, no no no, stop it! I’m not Billy, stop calling me that name, I hate that name, freaking hate it, and what the hell? What the hell? Mom? You want to get my mom? She doesn’t- … She doesn’t need to see me, like this, not like this, I’m not…” I’m not here, I’m not here, please please please, come on, “Snap out of it…” But he didn’t. He panicked for a moment, giddy and staggered by the intensity of this delusion. Normally the hallucinatory things he saw where ghostlike and intangible, occasionally solid but always transitory, and never all consuming. Sometimes he got lost in dreams and confused between the sluggish state of sleep and being half-awake, and on his bad days wondered if he had woken up at all, moving and thinking difficult. The shock and alarm subsided, giving way to disassociation. He reached out for the ebony-skinned boy. “You seem so real,” he murmured in a dreamy sort of tone, fingertips running from Josh’s temple along to the warm cleft of his neck. William frowned, faltering, withdrawing his hand and rubbing at it tenderly. Was this real? He clenched his fists tight, so tight his knuckles blanched ash-white, and he began backing away from the pair, not knowing or caring where he was going. He muttered in a breathy whisper, recollecting in faltered suppositions the events that had led up to this point. When disassociating, he was supposed to ground himself by using familiar places and personal items. Describe a shoelace. A comic book cover. Explain how glossy paper feels. There were none of those things here. Not even his clothes could situate him. “I come out of the ward, wander down the corridor… there’s Abby and James and that weird girl I don’t ever remember the name of, the one who likes to shout about her mom and how she fucked with her… and the tables, and the television, and the DVD player, and there’s another argument over the remote, and there’s a half decent conversation with… until he says things about the doctors, like who’s screwing who, and then there’s a group session, and I hate it, and everyone’s quiet except the insecure narcissist. He’s raving about abortion this time. His opinions always piss everyone off but I don’t care because I hate these sharing groups almost as much as I hate the way these chairs hurt to sit on…” He glanced up at the ceiling, tracing lampshade-to-lampshade. All unfamiliar. “Then lunch, and it’s…” the same again, “And I’m due for a one on one, but I’m asking if I can do it later ‘cause I’m tired,” couldn’t sleep last night. And Lila… “And then I’m here, and then back, and she’s giving me weird looks, asking if I want some water…” And this isn’t… it isn’t… William fixed them both with a worried stare. “This isn’t real…” |
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| Tommy Shepard | Mar 18 2010, 04:26 AM Post #18 |
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Josh was able to keep his cool better than Tommy. Where the speedster was all excited fear and ramblings, the dark skinned healer took a calmer and ultimately more helpful approach to what was going on. No surprise there. Speedsters, perhaps Tommy more so than any other, were always an impatient bunch, or more accurately, always seen that way. In reality, Tommy had been over the events of the last few minutes a thousand times in his head. What were seconds to the two around him had stretched into an eternity of pacing ans pausing for the boy. He blurted and went off, not because he was frantic, although he was, but because after so long he could take no more. Josh, being every bit the X Man, shut him up by reminding him of the limitations of their surroundings. In addition, he put some much needed caution into Tommy's half baked suggestions. He focused his attention onto the reality warper, trying to figure out what was going on. Billy's answer, if you could call it one didn't help anything. The boy went off, spouting nonsense and acting as if the two around him were nothing more than strangers, or worse, not even there. Something in the boy's words, they way he looked at them struck a nerve with the speedster. Since finding out the truth of his origin, Tommy had been beating back the nagging thoughts that were assaulting his mind. He felt, sometimes, like a fake person, like a drawing, ripped out of a coloring book and brought to life by forces he had no understanding of. Maybe this, Billy's crazy ramblings were proof of this. Maybe since Wanda was regaining her sanity they were no longer needed. Maybe Billy was coming apart at the seems. Maybe he was next. Panic set in again. Tommy always knew he thought too much for his own good. "Josh, okay this is enough. Let's just get him to Avery. Maybe she can do.....something." Tommy didn't know what to do. He only knew that his brother seemed to be getting worse with each passing moment, and like always with Tommy, time was of the essence. |
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| Elixir | Mar 19 2010, 05:05 AM Post #19 |
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Josh stared at Billy as the latter rattled off his strange tale, his own piercing blue eyes searching for any sign of familiarity in his friend's face, but he might as well have been looking at some random guy in the mall. It terrified the ex-healer. Foley had been there when Billy had nearly killed himself. He'd been there when his roommate had broken down while refusing to explain what was going on in his head... he'd shared a long night with his best friend when all the pent-up guilt and sorrow for the innocent people killed came rushing in a single confession. He'd seen the worst of the worst in the warlock and was sure he knew more than anyone else, but Josh suddenly felt as if he were fully in the dark with Billy, and it made him realize for the first time that he was truly clueless about reality warping and how it really worked. If he's really wigged out and doesn't know any of us, then we're all in danger of a flood or being turned into monkeys or completely wiped from existence. He might even recreate the world in his image or something. I don't want him hurt or anything, but we can't just hide him under our bed till the crazy stops. That's like giving a baby a gun or something. Pretty sure we have a strict policy on babies not carrying guns here. “Dude,” Josh finally said studying Billy a bit longer before finally casting a strained glance at Josh, “You know as well as I do that Avery isn't gonna be able to do anything about this. It's a...” he cast Billy a slightly nervous look, “mind thing.” He sighed in resignation. “C'mon dude,” he said, backing up in the direction of the infirmary, “You said you were tired. Lets get you to bed. Get some sleep and things'll look better when you wake up.” He glanced back at Tommy, mouthing 'infirmary' and 'Scott and Jean' as discretely as possible once he caught the speedster's eye. Shepard would definitely be able to find the pair and alert them to the situation as quickly as possible while Josh escorted the warper to the medical bay. They had null cuffs, tranquilizers, and anything else they needed to keep his roommate from harming anyone, including himself. Though Josh hated the thought of deceiving his friend and possibly putting him under or nulling him without his permission, he was afraid there was no other choice. He felt stupid... this was Billy after all – the guy that knew him so damn well, and knew the school as thoroughly as any other student. He half-expected his roomie to call him out on BS charges any moment. “I know which bed has the newest mattress, and there's pudding and jello down there too... you know... in case you get hungry. C'mon dude... lets get you some rest.” Dude... I suck as a friend. I'm sorry. |
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