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ataraxionlogs2014-02-02 09:07 pm
last_ofthe_jedi) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-02-02 09:07 pm
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CHARACTERS: Luke Skywalker
LOCATION: Anywhere from his room on level 25 to the medbay.
WARNINGS: Blood, weirdness, insanity?
SUMMARY: Luke's mirror got all warpy on him. He went ahead and put his fist through it. Now he'll be trying to get to the medbay as quickly as possible without getting too much blood on the floor.
NOTES: Feel free to approach him at any point. He'll try not to sound too crazy.
Luke sits on the floor of his room, staring dazedly up at the tiny, barely adequate mirror on the wall. At least, it used to be a mirror until a few seconds ago. Now it's mostly just a few bloody shards of glass barely held in by the frame. The nauseated feeling is gradually fading and as hard as he stares at it, Luke can't see the edges of the mirror warping anymore. It almost seems as if he'd been imagining it the whole time.
Maybe he was. It had seemed real enough at the time but now he's second-guessing himself. It's unsettling to say the least.
Slowly, Luke begins to notice a couple things. There's a slight stinging sensation in his left hand. He lifts it to inspect it and he feels his stomach drop. Almost every square inch of skin on his hand is covered in blood. The lacerations are barely even visible.
Still in a mild daze he picks himself off the floor and absently makes the decision to head to the medbay. Those wounds probably need to be closed up to heal properly.
Then he notices something else. He's mildly uncomfortable in the jacket he'd been wearing to keep warm in his icy room. It's not cold anymore. In fact, it's barely even chilly.
He'll celebrate later, when he's patched up and able to convince himself that he isn't going insane. For now he just pulls off his jacket, flings it onto the bed and heads out of the room.
Luke tries to navigate the corridors and lifts quickly. All this blood will no doubt attract attention and there are a few other passengers on the ship who have given him a less than savory vibe.
When he finally reaches the medbay, he's huffing and puffing a little bit. It was a rather brisk walk. He cups his injured hand with his good one, attempting to catch most of the blood, though at this point it's just kind of running over the edge of his palm and dripping everywhere. He gives any nearby doctors or nurses an apologetic look.
"I, uh, seem to have had an accident."
LOCATION: Anywhere from his room on level 25 to the medbay.
WARNINGS: Blood, weirdness, insanity?
SUMMARY: Luke's mirror got all warpy on him. He went ahead and put his fist through it. Now he'll be trying to get to the medbay as quickly as possible without getting too much blood on the floor.
NOTES: Feel free to approach him at any point. He'll try not to sound too crazy.
Luke sits on the floor of his room, staring dazedly up at the tiny, barely adequate mirror on the wall. At least, it used to be a mirror until a few seconds ago. Now it's mostly just a few bloody shards of glass barely held in by the frame. The nauseated feeling is gradually fading and as hard as he stares at it, Luke can't see the edges of the mirror warping anymore. It almost seems as if he'd been imagining it the whole time.
Maybe he was. It had seemed real enough at the time but now he's second-guessing himself. It's unsettling to say the least.
Slowly, Luke begins to notice a couple things. There's a slight stinging sensation in his left hand. He lifts it to inspect it and he feels his stomach drop. Almost every square inch of skin on his hand is covered in blood. The lacerations are barely even visible.
Still in a mild daze he picks himself off the floor and absently makes the decision to head to the medbay. Those wounds probably need to be closed up to heal properly.
Then he notices something else. He's mildly uncomfortable in the jacket he'd been wearing to keep warm in his icy room. It's not cold anymore. In fact, it's barely even chilly.
He'll celebrate later, when he's patched up and able to convince himself that he isn't going insane. For now he just pulls off his jacket, flings it onto the bed and heads out of the room.
Luke tries to navigate the corridors and lifts quickly. All this blood will no doubt attract attention and there are a few other passengers on the ship who have given him a less than savory vibe.
When he finally reaches the medbay, he's huffing and puffing a little bit. It was a rather brisk walk. He cups his injured hand with his good one, attempting to catch most of the blood, though at this point it's just kind of running over the edge of his palm and dripping everywhere. He gives any nearby doctors or nurses an apologetic look.
"I, uh, seem to have had an accident."