sleeping isn't fun when you're incapable of dreaming
WHO: Shockwave & OPEN
WHERE: Central Park. Or something.
WHEN: April 21, SUPER EARLY MORNING.
WARNINGS: I don't think so.
SUMMARY: Shockwave can't sleep again (it's a bad habit), and he needs to think. So, figuring that human bodies need fresh air every now and then, he sneaks out of the house and heads to the park. People bug him.
FORMAT: Whatever.
Upon reflection, the past few days had been spent being far more emotional than he should be. This entire life in the City was spent being far more emotional than he should be. They were surfacing more often since he had been killed, and the scientist could no longer deny that he had them. He had to admit it now, there was little choice. Admit it and remove them once he found out how. Currently there was no way for Shockwave to permanently put a stop to the emotions this body was causing to stir within him, all he was capable of was thought.
It was fully possible that his more recent aggravations were brought on by the lack of sleep he'd been getting. He was more irritated because he had lost memories, lack of sleep, and not as much control as desired. Easily angered.
Illogical.
He needs more time to think, somewhere to get away and not have to deal with anything that could possibly cause emotions to surface. However it is not easy, he hasn't felt much desire to go anywhere since his death, and he lacked any form of control or knowledge on his own emotions. They came when they wanted and he didn't even know until they were there.
A day's worth of sleep didn't do much, and again he can't sleep. A few hours are spent watching A Single Potato, until Shockwave decides to do something more productive. It's early in the morning. Very early.
So the scientist sneaks out of the house, wandering down to the park. Fresh air is good for these human bodies, and if he is not sleeping or doing anything else, he might as well walk around outside.
WHERE: Central Park. Or something.
WHEN: April 21, SUPER EARLY MORNING.
WARNINGS: I don't think so.
SUMMARY: Shockwave can't sleep again (it's a bad habit), and he needs to think. So, figuring that human bodies need fresh air every now and then, he sneaks out of the house and heads to the park. People bug him.
FORMAT: Whatever.
Upon reflection, the past few days had been spent being far more emotional than he should be. This entire life in the City was spent being far more emotional than he should be. They were surfacing more often since he had been killed, and the scientist could no longer deny that he had them. He had to admit it now, there was little choice. Admit it and remove them once he found out how. Currently there was no way for Shockwave to permanently put a stop to the emotions this body was causing to stir within him, all he was capable of was thought.
It was fully possible that his more recent aggravations were brought on by the lack of sleep he'd been getting. He was more irritated because he had lost memories, lack of sleep, and not as much control as desired. Easily angered.
Illogical.
He needs more time to think, somewhere to get away and not have to deal with anything that could possibly cause emotions to surface. However it is not easy, he hasn't felt much desire to go anywhere since his death, and he lacked any form of control or knowledge on his own emotions. They came when they wanted and he didn't even know until they were there.
A day's worth of sleep didn't do much, and again he can't sleep. A few hours are spent watching A Single Potato, until Shockwave decides to do something more productive. It's early in the morning. Very early.
So the scientist sneaks out of the house, wandering down to the park. Fresh air is good for these human bodies, and if he is not sleeping or doing anything else, he might as well walk around outside.