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[blindscream.livejournal.com]

[And a young boy--

no, man

--stands in the middle of the hallway. He's just standing there. That's all he's doing.]

[He's staring at the floor. Well, at least that's what people who walked by would make of it. He occasionally whispers something incoherent; like he's telling a secret to someone. There is no one there.]

...

[He looks up again, blinking. His eyes are a very light shade of green. He doesn't look around; he just stares off into the empty space of the hallway.]

The ground... feels different.

[He shifts from foot to foot, but still doesn't move from his spot. One of his hands is curled into a fist, as if he's holding something. When his hand uncurls, a few pills lay in the palm of his hand. He keeps his palm open for a few seconds, before bringing it to his mouth and dumping them in, swallowing them without even water. He makes a face as they slide down his throat roughly, but the expression soon returns to it's normal, blank slate.]

((check his journal for more info. AU.))