by GrayStar51 » Sun Nov 30, 2014 11:37 am
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_the adventurous electric
mood; irritated, then relaxed
currently; visiting peyton
crush/es; none
tagged; peyton
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The florescent light faded on and off, occasionally flickering irregularly. The irritating light burned into Bruce's green eyes. He watched the lights in his room fluctuate with his every breath. As he inhaled, the lights burned brighter. With every long, slow exhale, they faded to a weak glow. The blue-gray walls looked dull in the unnatural light of his dorm room. "This place feels more like a cell." Bruce thought. He sat up quickly, and sneezed. Every light seemed to explode, the glass bulbs blowing up with electric heat. Suddenly, Bruce was left standing in the dark. He walked towards the door, angry with himself. He could barely touch anything, now he couldn't even breathe without destroying anything. He pushed on his door, which was of course locked. He pressed his call button, which began to buzz with tremoring static. Everything in his room was powered by his presence, even the wiring that lead out of his room. The office staff answered back."Open my door, the power's out." He said into the speaker. Someone in the office laughed. "Yeah, we cut off your power when you got here. It's not our fault your power is out." "No, I burst all the lights in my room. Again." Bruce said, irritated. The door unlocked without an answer from the office.
Bruce walked down the hall, past several dozen empty rooms. He stuffed his hands into his jacket, fingering the many bizarre objects in his deep pockets. His wallet from when he was a civilian, a cigarette lighter, and an old deck of playing cards. He moved swiftly down the hall, feeling dizzy and clearly annoyed. He passed everyone else's rooms. Bruce was kept in a separate wing of the building, due to his occasionally dangerous fits. He could never touch anyone. He could never let loose or mess around. But most of all, he could never be anything but perfectly relaxed and calm around anyone. As he paced through the hallway, he seemed to relax. His breathing slowed and he walked, and he soon came to his friend's door. He knocked gently on the wooden door. "Peyton? It's Bruce." He called quietly. Peyton was the only one who didn't cringe in fear of him; and he, likewise, was one person she didn't have to fear. He was the only one in the world who physically could not ever touch her, otherwise he might kill her. Bruce had to live with such a fear forever.
Last bumped by GrayStar51 on Sun Nov 30, 2014 11:37 am.
