[center][color=yellow][h3]Malcolm[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Motel Room - Kitchen
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Lia[@Write], Andy[@Roosan], Glo[@Liriia], Jay[@McHaggis], Mia[@MiddleEarthRoze][/i]
[i][u]Mentions of[/u]:The Group[/i][/center]

 The break of dawn brought Malcolm’s eyes open with a snap as the voices of the Tome flooded his brain-space all at once. At first, he scanned the dark room with his eyes, and tried his hardest to emulate sleep, or as close to it as he could get when everything in his head just wouldn’t. Keep. [i]Quiet.[/i]

  [i][color=yellow]When did I fall asleep?[/color][/i] He thought, glancing at the cheap desk and stool he was crumbled next to with exhausted blue eyes. He remembered scanning his tome until pretty late the night before… he must’ve just run out of energy and fallen out of his chair. The night was the only time he had to process without distraction. Otherwise…

 The whispers of words still echoed within his head. Their language abstruse and aggressive. It was like those moments before memorization, when you had the ghost of ideas starting to form within your brain and you can catch the gist of it without knowing the full details. That was the language of the tome. Which apparently he’d used as a pillow after his fall. For a while, he lay still. Only when he heard more active movement did he hazard to move his head.

 Groggily, he lifted himself off the floor using the stool as leverage. His dark hoodie was still draped over his spindly figure as his hand snatched the Tome from the floor. He did a quick cursory glance of the pages.

 Same information as always, same as the words in his head, but there were still many secrets that he had yet to understand. And many that he wishes he didn’t. The clearest the voices had ever been being still on the day they got up and ran – the same day that he discovered his family’s awful secret. He shook his head. The quick image of the pile of corpses was muted by the ancient language. Regardless of its understanding, the book had become something of a security blanket. Both something he needed to protect from serious harm and something that helped comfort him, despite the serious codependency that had developed from that moment.

 He still felt really awful for freaking out the last time someone tried pulling the tome away from him.

  The commotion from the kitchen grew in intensity as he heard a familiar southern twang add to the cacophonous sound. He steeled himself with a deep breath before he stumbled towards the kitchen, feeling as tired and off-kilter as he looked.

[color=yellow] “M-mornin’,”[/color] Malcolm stammered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his scarred hands as he glanced around the gathering. He carefully scuttled towards the food and piled a meager amount onto his plate as he leaned against the back corner of the tiny kitchenette. Sure, Lia would probably lecture him on not eating enough, but how could he eat his fill before someone else had taken some?
 He found himself nodding with Mia’s inquiry, [color=yellow]“Yeah, what are we planning on today?”[/color]

[color=yellow]“I mean if it’s figured out yet. I-I’m sure that you guys will figure it out if you haven’t...”[/color]

 His eyes locked with Andy’s for less than a second. Malcolm was aware that he was probably the smartest of the group, which just made him feel like a bigger idiot for rambling like he did.  He put the plate on a counter nearby to take a bite and thus retreat into his own corner.