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daybreakacademy2019-10-01 03:20 pm
hippocarnival) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-01 03:20 pm
[Open]
Who: Yuya and you
When: First week or so of October
Where: Around Campus
What: Yuya deals with the consequences of trying to kill people in a fae-induced haze.
Warnings: Trauma talk about violence, attempted murder, etc. Bullying??
[Face the Music]
[The year doesn't start like the others. The horror of what Yuya's done during the night of the Hunt sets in quickly--all the people he terrorized and hurt before he was pulled from it. Targetting his friends, dragging Odd-Eyes into a frenzy through his connection--so he doesn't make it to classes his first week back, so sick with himself.
But he can't hide forever. On the first of October he trudges through the halls to class, strangling his book bag in his arms with his head held down.
The whispers start in the hallway, but it isn't until he sits down at his desk and he looks up that he realizes how... wary some people are. Quick, nervous glances pointed his way and switching seats to put distance between them until he's isolated by empty desks.
Yuya stares ahead, hands trembling, completely lost to his classwork as he counts down the seconds until he can run out of there.]
[Penalty]
[He tries to avoid everyone everywhere else. That's easier for his friends, whose habits he knows better to dodge the hallways they go down, their rooms or lunch periods. But he doesn't know everyone he pursued, even rememeber all of them clearly, and sometimes when avoiding the crowd he's blindsided.
It's the girl, standing next to a boy a little taller than her. The one with the shield, and she's one he does recall immediately when he sees her--her arm wrapped in bandages and a tense recognition locking her whole body up when they make eye contact. Oh, he'd certainly tried to kill her.
Yuya takes a step back, croaking a weak sound from his throat as he tries to speak. To apologize, even if no words are going to be enough. Maybe he moves too quickly, or the wrong way, because the boy lunges into action immediately. He grabs Yuya's arm and shoves him against the wall, and Yuya curls in on himself.] You--
I'm sorry! [Like sorry is really enough, and doesn't he have every right to be mad at him? Doesn't she?]
[Extra Curricular]
[He sneaks by the sign up sheets for clubs towards the end of the day, where he thinks he can miss most of the people. His name is already on there, of course, as one of the first in preparation for running the club for the new year. Right next to Nana's.
Yuya grabs the pen connected to the clipboard, setting it firmly to the paper. He hesistates, biting his lip... then slowly drags it over his name, back and forth to cross it out.]
When: First week or so of October
Where: Around Campus
What: Yuya deals with the consequences of trying to kill people in a fae-induced haze.
Warnings: Trauma talk about violence, attempted murder, etc. Bullying??
[Face the Music]
[The year doesn't start like the others. The horror of what Yuya's done during the night of the Hunt sets in quickly--all the people he terrorized and hurt before he was pulled from it. Targetting his friends, dragging Odd-Eyes into a frenzy through his connection--so he doesn't make it to classes his first week back, so sick with himself.
But he can't hide forever. On the first of October he trudges through the halls to class, strangling his book bag in his arms with his head held down.
The whispers start in the hallway, but it isn't until he sits down at his desk and he looks up that he realizes how... wary some people are. Quick, nervous glances pointed his way and switching seats to put distance between them until he's isolated by empty desks.
Yuya stares ahead, hands trembling, completely lost to his classwork as he counts down the seconds until he can run out of there.]
[Penalty]
[He tries to avoid everyone everywhere else. That's easier for his friends, whose habits he knows better to dodge the hallways they go down, their rooms or lunch periods. But he doesn't know everyone he pursued, even rememeber all of them clearly, and sometimes when avoiding the crowd he's blindsided.
It's the girl, standing next to a boy a little taller than her. The one with the shield, and she's one he does recall immediately when he sees her--her arm wrapped in bandages and a tense recognition locking her whole body up when they make eye contact. Oh, he'd certainly tried to kill her.
Yuya takes a step back, croaking a weak sound from his throat as he tries to speak. To apologize, even if no words are going to be enough. Maybe he moves too quickly, or the wrong way, because the boy lunges into action immediately. He grabs Yuya's arm and shoves him against the wall, and Yuya curls in on himself.] You--
I'm sorry! [Like sorry is really enough, and doesn't he have every right to be mad at him? Doesn't she?]
[Extra Curricular]
[He sneaks by the sign up sheets for clubs towards the end of the day, where he thinks he can miss most of the people. His name is already on there, of course, as one of the first in preparation for running the club for the new year. Right next to Nana's.
Yuya grabs the pen connected to the clipboard, setting it firmly to the paper. He hesistates, biting his lip... then slowly drags it over his name, back and forth to cross it out.]
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[But it's probably always been there. Is it getting stronger? It's so hard to tell.]
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[ And it was irresponsible to not go and do anything about it, but Yuya knows that himself already and he's paid the price. ]
The best you can do is try and fix it now. Figure out what kind of daemon you're dealing with, talk to trusted faculty about keeping it in control, all of that. It's better to move forward than to beat yourself up.
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He doesn't know how to fix that.]
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[ He should have maybe lead with that instead of launching into a ton of advice nobody asked for, but that's just never James' style. He likes solving things and feeling competent, it is a flaw. ]