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fandomhighdorms2014-01-29 10:32 am
flickofthewrist) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-01-29 10:32 am
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5th floor common room ; wednesday afternoon
"We can chase them away, but they’ll just come back. That’s what they’re supposed to do."
That voice had Flick sitting up from his slouched state on the common room couch and glaring around the common room. He knew that voice, knew it belonged to Jude but didn't see his brother anywhere. And the words were all wrong. They weren't new. They were from a time when his mother had tried hiding from his father, when they'd tried to be safe and when Flick realized safety wasn't real.
He'd muted the television when he'd heard the voice and now he was sitting in total silence, looking around for something that wasn't there. He rubbed his face and eyes, wondering if maybe he just needed more sleep. He knew he was probably partially crazy already so maybe hearing voices was just the next step on the journey to Crazy Town for him.
"Jude," he sighed quietly, returning to his slouched position on the couch and turning the television up again. Flick shook his head, absently flipping through one of the files of Mandel alumni he'd grabbed from his room while he watched some random movie.
[Snow is everywhere so I called off work. Thus, open post]
That voice had Flick sitting up from his slouched state on the common room couch and glaring around the common room. He knew that voice, knew it belonged to Jude but didn't see his brother anywhere. And the words were all wrong. They weren't new. They were from a time when his mother had tried hiding from his father, when they'd tried to be safe and when Flick realized safety wasn't real.
He'd muted the television when he'd heard the voice and now he was sitting in total silence, looking around for something that wasn't there. He rubbed his face and eyes, wondering if maybe he just needed more sleep. He knew he was probably partially crazy already so maybe hearing voices was just the next step on the journey to Crazy Town for him.
"Jude," he sighed quietly, returning to his slouched position on the couch and turning the television up again. Flick shook his head, absently flipping through one of the files of Mandel alumni he'd grabbed from his room while he watched some random movie.
[Snow is everywhere so I called off work. Thus, open post]