Ill at ease
Jericho seemed to wander into the Nexus, definitely out of sorts to the point of being unsure where he was. He looked ill, sullen, and more than a little agitated.
The poor kid's hair was an utter mess, and his clothing was askew, by the circles under his eyes he doesn't seem to have slept recently.
He licked his lips, then the end of a dry brush before dipping it in his black paint.
'Someone is still following me, they touched my shoulder once and scared me half to death. I'm afraid to sleep. And I woke up in someone else's room yesterday, but I don't know how I got there. It was somewhere I really shouldn't have been. Has anyone had issues with sleepwalking before?'
And with that, he let himself slide down the wall to the floor. Whew, that took effort.
The poor kid's hair was an utter mess, and his clothing was askew, by the circles under his eyes he doesn't seem to have slept recently.
He licked his lips, then the end of a dry brush before dipping it in his black paint.
'Someone is still following me, they touched my shoulder once and scared me half to death. I'm afraid to sleep. And I woke up in someone else's room yesterday, but I don't know how I got there. It was somewhere I really shouldn't have been. Has anyone had issues with sleepwalking before?'
And with that, he let himself slide down the wall to the floor. Whew, that took effort.