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fandomhighdorms2007-02-02 09:44 am
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Lobby to the second floor: Thursday evening
Jack was cold, he was shaky, and all he wanted was to get to his room. So much so he didn't notice the door to the dorms felt squishy, like his hands weren't quite touching it.
Halfway to the second floor, he paused, slowly turning to look behind him. Maybe the stairs hadn't been such a good idea. He was all alone, and there was a lot of darkness in here. Darkness that was getting closer.
The shadows slammed through him, no finesse, no subtlety, and he hit the stairs on his hands and knees, gasping with shock. A little voice in his head was yelling at him to get up and run. He gritted his teeth and obeyed, using hands as much as feet to scramble up the stairs.
They hit him again and he shuddered violently, half lunging, half collapsing, through the second floor exit, jerking his feet out of the way as shadows trailed around his legs and disappeared back into the stairwell.
Breathing hard, he stood, freezing and light-headed. Hell, he felt almost light-bodied as he reached his room and went to open the door. Pity his hand went right through the knob. He stared and tried again, with both hands. It steadfastly refused to be grabbed, and he could see it through his hand. He could see the floor through his legs, the walls through his arms.
This could not be good.
Refusing to give in to panic, Jack walked slowly down the hall to Sam's room.
[ooc: mainly establishy, but if your character's around, feel free to have them react to mostly transparent Jack. He's going to ignore them, though, as he's very focused.]
Halfway to the second floor, he paused, slowly turning to look behind him. Maybe the stairs hadn't been such a good idea. He was all alone, and there was a lot of darkness in here. Darkness that was getting closer.
The shadows slammed through him, no finesse, no subtlety, and he hit the stairs on his hands and knees, gasping with shock. A little voice in his head was yelling at him to get up and run. He gritted his teeth and obeyed, using hands as much as feet to scramble up the stairs.
They hit him again and he shuddered violently, half lunging, half collapsing, through the second floor exit, jerking his feet out of the way as shadows trailed around his legs and disappeared back into the stairwell.
Breathing hard, he stood, freezing and light-headed. Hell, he felt almost light-bodied as he reached his room and went to open the door. Pity his hand went right through the knob. He stared and tried again, with both hands. It steadfastly refused to be grabbed, and he could see it through his hand. He could see the floor through his legs, the walls through his arms.
This could not be good.
Refusing to give in to panic, Jack walked slowly down the hall to Sam's room.
[ooc: mainly establishy, but if your character's around, feel free to have them react to mostly transparent Jack. He's going to ignore them, though, as he's very focused.]
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It was taking every ounce of his control not to freak out, because apparently even partially see-through bodies still produce adrenaline.
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