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asgardeventide2013-05-05 09:34 pm
cancerousgeneticist) wrote in asgardeventide2013-05-05 09:34 pm
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[Karkat had become a hermit. A real life, for all intents and purposes, hermit.
He had been in Asgard for about a month, now, and only used his bracelet maybe twice. Mostly because all his friends are assholes. But also because he was afraid to.
is this what depression feels like?
maybe it was because of the nightmares he experienced his first night he entered the city, or maybe it was because the one person he actually wanted to talk to was ignoring him. Either way he hadn't left his room much since Nepeta set his nose a few weeks ago.
He lay on the floor of his block, surrounded by disarray; there was junk everywhere, from food items he had scrounged from mid-night scurries through the empty city. He didn't want to be seen in the dining hall, so he never went, opting to find food off trees or other, probably-not-safety-board-regulated sources. He had taken the sheets off his bed and had made a little nest in the center of the room, wrapping the blankets around him so only his ocular globes poked out from behind the fabric. Underneath, he wore nothing but his boxers, because it was hot under all the blankets, but he didn't want to sacrifice the safety of his little cocoon. Other things; papers, garbage, a random hairbrush, and some movies he had 'borrowed', were strewn around as well. Not that he had a TV to watch the movies, but he liked to read the backs of them and imagine if they were shit or not. They were probably all shit, he decided, but he still hoped 'Human Landon Carter' and 'Human Jaime Sullivan' end up together after all that community service. He also wondered what community service was.
is this what depression feels like?
He was actually getting pretty skinny. He could feel his breathing sack protectors through his skin, and he could imagine the bags under his eyes were worse than ever.
He stared at his bracelet. Though he hadn't contacted anyone in a long time he was still watching. He missed his idiot bestfriends. And his idiot ex-girlfriend-matesprit-person-thing. Terezi. But he was also scared to talk to them. He had looked like such an idiot before, with plans of escape. Of course they couldn't escape. As if he would have been a good enough leader to accomplish the task, anyways.
is this what depression feels like?
Half of him wanted to talk to them. Most of him wanted to say something. But all of him was saying he couldn't possibly.
He really needed a friend, right now.
Rolling onto his stomach, he poked a hand out and grabbed the infernal device of his loathing. It was always within arms reach but always so far away.
Fumbling with hands that shook and bony fingers he typed into the interface,typing a single word and hitting enter before throwing the terrible thing across the block once again.]
HELP.
this is what depression feels like.
He had been in Asgard for about a month, now, and only used his bracelet maybe twice. Mostly because all his friends are assholes. But also because he was afraid to.
is this what depression feels like?
maybe it was because of the nightmares he experienced his first night he entered the city, or maybe it was because the one person he actually wanted to talk to was ignoring him. Either way he hadn't left his room much since Nepeta set his nose a few weeks ago.
He lay on the floor of his block, surrounded by disarray; there was junk everywhere, from food items he had scrounged from mid-night scurries through the empty city. He didn't want to be seen in the dining hall, so he never went, opting to find food off trees or other, probably-not-safety-board-regulated sources. He had taken the sheets off his bed and had made a little nest in the center of the room, wrapping the blankets around him so only his ocular globes poked out from behind the fabric. Underneath, he wore nothing but his boxers, because it was hot under all the blankets, but he didn't want to sacrifice the safety of his little cocoon. Other things; papers, garbage, a random hairbrush, and some movies he had 'borrowed', were strewn around as well. Not that he had a TV to watch the movies, but he liked to read the backs of them and imagine if they were shit or not. They were probably all shit, he decided, but he still hoped 'Human Landon Carter' and 'Human Jaime Sullivan' end up together after all that community service. He also wondered what community service was.
is this what depression feels like?
He was actually getting pretty skinny. He could feel his breathing sack protectors through his skin, and he could imagine the bags under his eyes were worse than ever.
He stared at his bracelet. Though he hadn't contacted anyone in a long time he was still watching. He missed his idiot bestfriends. And his idiot ex-girlfriend-matesprit-person-thing. Terezi. But he was also scared to talk to them. He had looked like such an idiot before, with plans of escape. Of course they couldn't escape. As if he would have been a good enough leader to accomplish the task, anyways.
is this what depression feels like?
Half of him wanted to talk to them. Most of him wanted to say something. But all of him was saying he couldn't possibly.
He really needed a friend, right now.
Rolling onto his stomach, he poked a hand out and grabbed the infernal device of his loathing. It was always within arms reach but always so far away.
Fumbling with hands that shook and bony fingers he typed into the interface,typing a single word and hitting enter before throwing the terrible thing across the block once again.]
HELP.
this is what depression feels like.
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Probably ramming her head into the bedpost as well but she's stopped if that's what you were looking for. ]
Ow! -- Oh! Is someone else coming over then?
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I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO.
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So, what's up? Are you lonely? Is it the curse thing...? Or did you feel like this before you ended up here?
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AND EVER SINCE THOSE NIGHTMARES, I CAN'T SLEEP, AND I CAN'T EAT, AND I KEEP HEARING THESE WORDS IN MY HEAD REMINDING ME HOW FUCKING PATHETIC I AM. [He takes a deep breath before pressing send. Coming out like this to a complete stranger...what's wrong with him??]
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I think time stops when you're here though! So maybe you should make the best of it, get stronger, and then go back and save your world! By then it'll be easy for you because you'll already be that much stronger!
[ Game? Boss fight? It sounds like he's coming straight out of an RPG, but that's okay, she can ask more when he feels better! ]
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BUT I'M PRETTY SURE BY THE TIME I GET BACK TO THE GAME, MY THINKPAN WILL BE SO ADDLED I WON'T BE ABLE TO OPEN A STRIFE SPECIBUS LET ALONE FIGHT LORD ENGLISH.
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YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT. THANKS FOR LISTENING ANYWAYS, I GUESS.
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Either way I think you should focus on getting stronger if you're really concerned about that final boss of yours...but don't rush it or anything, you don't want to pull a muscle, right?
If it's really stressful back home, you should try and take this as a well-deserved break before jumping into things again! It sounds like you're really stressed out, so...
video!!
YOU'RE A NICE PERSON. I THINK I ACTUALLY MIGHT LEGITIMATELY ENJOY CONVERSING WITH YOU. SO I GUESS I SHOULD UNVEIL MYSELF...
[The feed clicks to life, showing the face of a small teenaged boy--though he wasn't human, but rather had light gray skin, piercing yellow eyes, and two nubby little horns poking out of a nest of black hair. His eyes were ringed with black bags, as if he hadn't slept in weeks, and his face was hollow and gaunt, but he gave a dorky little half smile, attempting to put on a good show for her.]
My names Karkat, by the way. [His voice is raspy and breaks, oddly quiet for someone who spends so much time yelling. He looks rather even tempered, at the moment, the fight perhaps drained out of him.]
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I'm Miku, and it's very nice to meet you. I'm so glad you showed your face to me. [ She smiles, nodding. There's nothing to mention about his appearance, however, since he seems... a bit cried out? She doesn't want to upset him anymore. ]
Are you feeling a bit better? Is there anything I could do to help you?