Event Log - Horoscopes!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone
What: That's your horoscope for today ♪
When: November 25th-30th
Where: Anywhere you want!
Summary: The event has begun, and- oh, you guys know the drill 8|
Rating: ???

The horoscopes have appeared on the journals, the effects are in place, and just about everyone is acting a little bit... quirky, shall we say

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[imatreenow]

[Today is what life's all about. Go get 'em tiger!
You will get lost while driving.
You will contract a previously unheard of strain of the flu.
You need a pet. Go ask someone to pet you.

Mithos stares down at his journal, more than a little suspicious, but in the end just disregards it as inconsequential.]

[25th-26th]

[...But as he sits there, propped up in bed, he begins to wonder: what is he doing, spending his days inside, moping around, in total isolation until Sayo returns? He hates feeling useless. Like he's accomplishing nothing. Then it strikes him. Today is the perfect day to go find Kaori and resolve everything that's been left unresolved. He had avoided her since Frey's return, not wanting to confront the ugly tangle of thoughts and feelings inside him, but now he wants nothing more than to sort through this.

So he's up and at 'em, walking out the door of CH2 with the aid of his crutches, intent on his destination: House 15. (Why waste time with the journal? That's more sitting around, and he needs to be doing.)

26th...?

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb notices the familiar blond (why was he on crutches? ...did something happen, is he okay?!) wandering around and freezes just for a moment, eyes wide. Then, he ducks behind a building, unable to get his heart to stop pounding, able to hear it in his ears.

It wasn't fear, he knew that. He knew it probably should be fear, too, but it just... it just wasn't. He still doesn't know the name of the other, but... he suddenly realizes how attractive the other boy is. Maybe even more than the other men Jeb's so recently found himself admiring. Mithos' hair is really nice looking, and... those eyes. Those eyes that haunt Jeb's dreams, but draw him in at the same time

oh god

[imatreenow]

[This is the part of the day where Mithos regrets ever stepping outside. Why did he think this was a good idea after getting horribly lost the day before? Moreover, why did he think it was a good idea to go outside in the first place? He doesn't have a sword anymore, and it's not like he would be able to utilize it properly even if he did... An overwhelming sense of paranoid fear presses at him from all sides. As he slowly makes his way down each street, his eyes are constantly scanning the area, darting around.

He should have just contacted her over the journal. Too late now - he left it at the apartment. Again. This is just stupid. ...And he can't figure out how to get back.

Mithos halts in his tracks when he sees the other boy up ahead, and his eyes glint lividly. He doesn't want to deal with him, especially not now. He doesn't want to deal with anyone. So he shoots a blood-curdling, bone-piercing glare before quickly changing direction entirely.]

i love you too

[sketchingideals]

[Okay. This is good. This is good. He really shouldn't talk to Mithos. He shouldn't approach him. He shouldn't. It's good that he's leaving, even if he wants to get closer--]

W-Wait! Please, wait...

[...oh no.]

:3c

[imatreenow]

[He turns back to him slowly - cold, impassive, in control. No fear, no uncertainty, no hesitation. Only hatred.]

I told you to stay away from me.

o///o

[sketchingideals]

I know.

[Cheeks flushed, fear rising in him just a little--but that's not why he won't directly look at Mithos, even if it's reminding him of the nightmares that have plagued him for the past two months, or the event that caused him to have said nightmares.

It's Mithos' eyes.] I'm sorry. I just--I just saw you and I... I'm sorry!

[imatreenow]

What do you want from me? [he's unable to keep the note of panic out of his voice, buried underneath the acidic hatred. He recalls his promise, that he would destroy the other boy if he approached him again. Well...Jeb should now realize that was a bluff. There isn't much damage he can do like this.]

[sketchingideals]

[The next few words escape him before he can stop them, frustrated and emotional:] I want to be close to you!

[...his eyes are wide, slowly bringing his hands up to cover his mouth. He's blushing heavily out of embarrassment and slight fear. He... he hadn't expected to say that. He did want the nightmares to cease, part of him still wanted to help Mithos, but...

What is wrong with him, lately?]

1/3

[imatreenow]

[His blood freezes. How much higher does he have to build the wall? How many more cutting words and sharp blows does he have to throw at him? Why isn't it working? Why isn't he staying away? Just like...just like her...]

[imatreenow]

[He wants to scream. To shut in on himself, behind stone walls so impregnable that no one would ever hear him or see him or touch him. The world has dealt enough to him and he's tired of it. He can still barely deal with her...anything else is far too much.]

[imatreenow]

[Shifting his weight to lean on the right crutch, he brings his left hand out to strike at the other boy. He doesn't even have words.] Shut up! What's wrong with you?

[sketchingideals]

[Aside from the soft cry that escapes him, Jeb doesn't make any noise at first. Mostly because old tapes are playing in his head, and he's so confused. He's not crying, though. Eventually, he brings himself to speak.]

It... it's wrong to want to be close to someone? [Except he knows that this boy is dangerous... but he's also on crutches at the moment. Jeb's questioning it himself--what is wrong with him? Why?! Why does he keep approaching this boy, even after getting thrashed around like he did? Even after Raine and Yuan have told him not to? Why can't he stop? The horoscope is effecting his judgment further, to top it all off.]

[imatreenow]

[It is when he's the one you want to be close to. He wants to back up so badly, but that looks too much like running away and he needs the control of forcing the other to be the one to leave. Prepare to be hit again. As hard as he can manage like this. The force isn't as great as normally, as it should be, as he would like.]

I don't want anything to do with a worthless piece of trash like you! Are you completely stupid?

[sketchingideals]

[That strike draws out a louder cry out of Jeb as more memories play over and over and over again in his mind.] Maybe... maybe I am. But...

[imatreenow]

But what? [Do you hear this tone of voice? Can you feel it cutting into you? This means that you don't want to respond, because nothing you say will be the right answer.

[sketchingideals]

[He hesitates, unable to decide how to word his next response. His throat is dry again, and he catches himself staring at Mithos face. He looks away after that. What is going on with him?]