Erin gave some excuse about the neighbor talking loudly on her phone, and the man simply stood there in shock. Erin’s father disappeared, and the man turned his attention to Erin once more. “I’m here. I’m definitely here…” He said “You could be crazy, because this is my apartment.” He added. When Erin brought up the doorknob, the man looked at his hand once more. “I know… there is only one answer.” He paused for a few moments, and then looked up at her once more. “It’s a government conspiracy. They must have drugged me with something experimental. That’s why I my hand can move through the knob.” He paused, knowing that it wasn’t a complete explanation, but unsure of how to handle the rest of what was going on.
“And maybe the drug also make light bend around me to older people, like… those phone ringtones years ago. They had the high frequency buzzing so adults couldn’t hear it. Maybe they found a way to bend light and manipulate sound… it’s the only thing that makes sense.” He turned away from her for a moment and went back to the door, reaching his hand out not towards the knob, but towards the door itself. His hand was palm out, and he pressed gently against the door, feeling minimal resistance as his hand disappeared. Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy, but he still felt like this was his apartment, and so he was justified. The man took a deep breath, and then took a step forward disappearing into the apartment for a few moments.
Upon entering, he saw Erin’s father sitting inside on the couch. He was watching television, but to the man, it wasn’t the most noticeable thing. No, far more noticeable was the fact that things had changed. This wasn’t right. The dishes on the counter were wrong. The couch, the coffee table, all of his decorations, even the art on the walls was wrong. He only stayed for a few moments before he went back to the door, pausing to look at the bathroom sink. As he had said to Erin, it was chipped. This was his apartment, but so many things had changed… how long had he been gone?
He reappeared in the hallway less than a minute after he left. “I…my stuff is gone.” He said. “I don’t understand. That is my apartment… the chip on the sink, I lived here for years… I don’t…” He was visibly deflated, and pale. He couldn’t understand why so much was different than what he knew. “I am important… I am… holy fuck. I don’t know my name. Erin, what’s going on?” He questioned, beginning to panic a little.
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He could tell that he upset her, but he was bringing up a sensitive subject to a healer, so it was pretty inevitable. When she finally answered, she stumbled over her words. He waited, though it was a bit difficult to bite his tongue while she tried to give him an answer. Still, he was grateful that he remained quiet, because he learned quite a bit about the girl. Anabelle lived with her mother, and had very little understanding of what she could do. Either she wasn’t strong, or she hadn’t learned how to control what she could do. “Yes, Anabelle.” Kieran answered finally. “I think that I can help you understand what you can do. I am sorry for springing this on you, but there is no delicate way to talk about these matters.” Kieran knew that magic wasn’t considered ‘real’ in this world. It was doubt that helped people hide here, and while it benefited them as individuals, it did not help the rest of the mages at home fight for their lives and their freedom.
Kieran continued to eat, because while this might have been very stressful for Anabelle, he had known what he was getting into. She could have run, but he didn’t think that she would, since she hadn’t already. “What you said before, about living with your mother. She hasn’t… told you about this sort of thing?” He questioned. He felt like she should have at least taught Anabelle about the basic things she could do, that way she could better control her abilities. Then again, he imagined that it was possible her mother was not someone who used magic. He had never heard of someone being born of this world and having magic powers, but anything was possible. It could even be that the man who had fathered Anabelle had come to this world and had gifts; her mother might not even be aware. “Have you talked to her about it at all?” He questioned.
Around this time, the server brought more drinks to the table. Kieran paused to thank them, and then finished the last of the meal, waiting for Anabelle to reveal whatever information she felt comfortable revealing. He thought about telling her about himself and what he could do, but if she really knew so little about magic, then he might overwhelm her, or make her think that he was simply insane.
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Despite her attempt to make a joke, Devon found something else to lecture her on, namely running her mouth. She had been on her own for a few years already, and she felt like she knew not to piss off the wrong people. They ate, and began to settle down for the evening, and Devon explained that they didn’t need to keep watch because he could sense people coming more easily from his slumber. “Awesome.” She replied, glad that she could get a good night’s sleep. Devon then told her about his friend, Kieran, a mage with visions of people with magic roaming over the world. Rhys was surprised, but it sounded great. “Brave, or perhaps a little stupid.” Rhys commented lightly. She took her pack, shifting a bit, and then turned away from him, using it as a pillow as well.
She took a while to fall asleep, hearing the sounds from the forest, and the steady breathing of her traveling companion. She wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else around, or outside, and it made her nervous. Eventually she fell asleep, though, and woke after the sun rose the next day. Rhys drank a bit of water and washed up a little, figuring that Devon would wake when he was ready. She braided her hair, using a small string to secure it, and took out a bit of food to eat, as well as a small journal and some charcoal in a cloth.
As a child, Rhys had been fortunate enough to learn how to read and write, though she wasn’t doing that now. Instead, she spend a little time drawing the scene. It wasn’t exactly what she saw, but she stayed true to the energy of the clearing, drawing trees, the stream, and trying to capture the warmth of the environment with the single color. Drawing had always been something that had helped her relax, and with her ability, having something that helped her relax was really important. She was so engrossed in the drawing that she didn’t even hear Devon when he initially woke.
Kieran continued to eat, because while this might have been very stressful for Anabelle, he had known what he was getting into. She could have run, but he didn’t think that she would, since she hadn’t already. “What you said before, about living with your mother. She hasn’t… told you about this sort of thing?” He questioned. He felt like she should have at least taught Anabelle about the basic things she could do, that way she could better control her abilities. Then again, he imagined that it was possible her mother was not someone who used magic. He had never heard of someone being born of this world and having magic powers, but anything was possible. It could even be that the man who had fathered Anabelle had come to this world and had gifts; her mother might not even be aware. “Have you talked to her about it at all?” He questioned.
Around this time, the server brought more drinks to the table. Kieran paused to thank them, and then finished the last of the meal, waiting for Anabelle to reveal whatever information she felt comfortable revealing. He thought about telling her about himself and what he could do, but if she really knew so little about magic, then he might overwhelm her, or make her think that he was simply insane.
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Despite her attempt to make a joke, Devon found something else to lecture her on, namely running her mouth. She had been on her own for a few years already, and she felt like she knew not to piss off the wrong people. They ate, and began to settle down for the evening, and Devon explained that they didn’t need to keep watch because he could sense people coming more easily from his slumber. “Awesome.” She replied, glad that she could get a good night’s sleep. Devon then told her about his friend, Kieran, a mage with visions of people with magic roaming over the world. Rhys was surprised, but it sounded great. “Brave, or perhaps a little stupid.” Rhys commented lightly. She took her pack, shifting a bit, and then turned away from him, using it as a pillow as well.
She took a while to fall asleep, hearing the sounds from the forest, and the steady breathing of her traveling companion. She wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else around, or outside, and it made her nervous. Eventually she fell asleep, though, and woke after the sun rose the next day. Rhys drank a bit of water and washed up a little, figuring that Devon would wake when he was ready. She braided her hair, using a small string to secure it, and took out a bit of food to eat, as well as a small journal and some charcoal in a cloth.
As a child, Rhys had been fortunate enough to learn how to read and write, though she wasn’t doing that now. Instead, she spend a little time drawing the scene. It wasn’t exactly what she saw, but she stayed true to the energy of the clearing, drawing trees, the stream, and trying to capture the warmth of the environment with the single color. Drawing had always been something that had helped her relax, and with her ability, having something that helped her relax was really important. She was so engrossed in the drawing that she didn’t even hear Devon when he initially woke.
Thanks so much for letting me know! I am pretty patient, and I hope the painting went well.
The woman was…incredibly rude to him, but such was his luck today. When she began to shout, and pulled her key out, he looked at her with a puzzled expression. Surely that could have been a key for anywhere, he reasoned. “That key…could be for anywhere.” He said, but he stumbled a bit over his words. The thing with the knob, he couldn’t just brush that aside again. It was nagging at him. Something was seriously wrong.
He almost missed her next words, but he began to tune in when she mentioned security. “Then call them.” He replied, just as steadfast as she was in proclaiming ownership of the apartment. “They will back me up. I have lived here for… years. Maybe they can figure out what the-“ His words were interrupted by the lock in the door turning, and the door itself opening. As the man was still closer to the door, he turned towards it, surprised to see that there was someone else inside his apartment.
“Erin, is there something wrong?” The older man asked, half-stepping out of the apartment. “I heard shouting.” He added.
When the older man stepped forward, he was forced to take a small step back. Clearly this older man had no concept of personal bubble, and he was completely ignoring the most important in the hallway. Making an effort to rectify that, he spoke again. “There is something wrong, as a matter of a fact. You and…this chick are squatting in my apartment.”
However, the older man didn’t even glance at him, and was still looking at his daughter, completely unaffected by the well-dressed but rather rude individual in their hallway. “HELLO?” The young man said again, waving his arm in front of John’s face. Before he could pull his hand away, John took another step towards his daughter, and moved right through his arm. He felt a sort of…thickness, like someone was squeezing his arm, but in a moment, John had passed through him, and the feeling passed. “Wha-?” He stared at his arm in shock, shaking his head in disbelief before looked back up at the girl who had argued with him. The older man couldn’t see him, but this one could. He couldn’t open the door on his own, and then the older man walked through him—literally through. There was only one explanation.
He almost missed her next words, but he began to tune in when she mentioned security. “Then call them.” He replied, just as steadfast as she was in proclaiming ownership of the apartment. “They will back me up. I have lived here for… years. Maybe they can figure out what the-“ His words were interrupted by the lock in the door turning, and the door itself opening. As the man was still closer to the door, he turned towards it, surprised to see that there was someone else inside his apartment.
“Erin, is there something wrong?” The older man asked, half-stepping out of the apartment. “I heard shouting.” He added.
When the older man stepped forward, he was forced to take a small step back. Clearly this older man had no concept of personal bubble, and he was completely ignoring the most important in the hallway. Making an effort to rectify that, he spoke again. “There is something wrong, as a matter of a fact. You and…this chick are squatting in my apartment.”
However, the older man didn’t even glance at him, and was still looking at his daughter, completely unaffected by the well-dressed but rather rude individual in their hallway. “HELLO?” The young man said again, waving his arm in front of John’s face. Before he could pull his hand away, John took another step towards his daughter, and moved right through his arm. He felt a sort of…thickness, like someone was squeezing his arm, but in a moment, John had passed through him, and the feeling passed. “Wha-?” He stared at his arm in shock, shaking his head in disbelief before looked back up at the girl who had argued with him. The older man couldn’t see him, but this one could. He couldn’t open the door on his own, and then the older man walked through him—literally through. There was only one explanation.
My post is a little short- I figured it was better for interaction and conversation between them.
“No you don’t. You don’t live at apartment 1206 on Cannon Street, because I do. I’ve lived here for three years. I wouldn’t just forget, or mix-up, something like that.” He looked at the door to the room as he spoke, and then back to the girl, who seemed to be trying to get around him to go to the elevator. “No. wait!” He walked around her and blocked her for a moment. “Look. I know that’s my apartment. You walk in, and the kitchen is on your left. There is a bathroom on the right, and a chip on the right side of the sink from…well, one day I was redecorating when I was a bit tispy. Anyway, there is a closet after that, and then the door to the first bedroom, with an en suite bathroom. On the other side is the living room, and dining area.” He paused, giving up on the explanation. Most of the apartments looked the same, and she had just been inside, likely robbing the place. Of course she knew what the apartment looked like.
“And fuck. I don’t even care if you were trying to steal anything. I just… I’ve had a rough night, and I can’t find my keys.” He couldn’t remember his night, which was probably enough of an indicator that it was rough. In any case, she didn’t have a huge bag on her, so he didn’t think that she had gotten away with much, if that had been her purpose.
“Is it open?” He questioned, looking at the door. He didn’t remember seeing her lock it, not that he had been paying the most attention to her at the time. He stepped around her again, and walked over towards the door. “I’ll just go back to my apartment, and give you a head start before I call the cops. Deal?” He went all the way over to the door placing his hand around the knob once more. He was feeling much more aware of what was going on, and had dismissed his earlier snafu as whatever was left in his system. Now, he would certainly be able to do something as simple as open the door and get into his home.
His fingers closed into a fist, rather than wrapping around the knob. “What…the fuck!?!” He yelled, pulling his hand in frustration. “What the fuck did you do to my knob?” He paused, and then began to blush, looking down and then looking back at the girl. That knob wasn’t the one he had meant at all “My door…what did you do to my door?” He questioned, his voice full of frustration.
“And fuck. I don’t even care if you were trying to steal anything. I just… I’ve had a rough night, and I can’t find my keys.” He couldn’t remember his night, which was probably enough of an indicator that it was rough. In any case, she didn’t have a huge bag on her, so he didn’t think that she had gotten away with much, if that had been her purpose.
“Is it open?” He questioned, looking at the door. He didn’t remember seeing her lock it, not that he had been paying the most attention to her at the time. He stepped around her again, and walked over towards the door. “I’ll just go back to my apartment, and give you a head start before I call the cops. Deal?” He went all the way over to the door placing his hand around the knob once more. He was feeling much more aware of what was going on, and had dismissed his earlier snafu as whatever was left in his system. Now, he would certainly be able to do something as simple as open the door and get into his home.
His fingers closed into a fist, rather than wrapping around the knob. “What…the fuck!?!” He yelled, pulling his hand in frustration. “What the fuck did you do to my knob?” He paused, and then began to blush, looking down and then looking back at the girl. That knob wasn’t the one he had meant at all “My door…what did you do to my door?” He questioned, his voice full of frustration.
For some reason, the IC doesn't say that I posted, but i definitely did... let me know if you have issues.
Thanking the host who brought them to the table, Kieran then turned his attention back to Anabelle. “No, actually. I travel for work. I am not in town very often, actually.” He admitted. Anabelle told him that she didn’t travel very much, but she wasn’t fond of the ocean. He felt like she was telling the truth, but that would mean that maybe she genuinely didn’t know where she had been from. He debated bringing it up right there, but the server came back and asked for their orders.
Kieran ordered a variety of vegetables with some chicken as well, and then chuckled. “I don’t think I am a city guy. It’s interesting, but I feel like a bit of an outsider looking in most of the time.” He explained.
Kieran paused for a few moments, taking a sip of his drink. “Thank you for coming out to lunch with me. He didn’t know how to bring up the next topic, but it had to be done. “I was hoping you would be willing to talk with me... I know that I am a stranger, and I am not…by any means trying to upset you. I just want to understand what happened the other day, when I came into the hospital. And so I am going to start with what I know about that day, and we can go from there.”
Many mages, when confronted suddenly with their abilities, responded with hostility. Elementals were the worst. They could burn down an entire building before they had a chance to take a calming breath. Healers weren’t usually so dangerous, and their lack of defenses was part of the reason that they had been dwindling in numbers. “I was hurt. I was seriously hurt. More than enough for a bandage alone to heal. I’m not a city guy. I wouldn’t have gone all the way out to the hospital if I thought it was something that could have healed on its own. There was no one else tending to me at that time, it was just you.” He could still see the magic on her, but Kieran wasn’t ready to reveal his own hand just yet. He needed to know more about her background before he supplied more information.
The pair was interrupted by the food arriving. Kieran thanked the server, assuring them that he didn’t need anything else for a while. He looked down at his food briefly. There was steam rising from it, and while he probably could have started eating, he felt like he needed to finish his side of things for Anabelle. “I…know people like you. Not many, but a few. But… there are a lot of things I don’t know. Like, what are you doing here? And what do you know about what you do? And-“ Kieran caught himself. If he got himself worked up with questions, he would just overwhelm Anabelle. He was hoping that she could talk to him of her own volition, and he wasn’t going to get that by intimidating her. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a bit…over-excited, and you don’t know me that well, but I would really like to hear this from you, rather than just listening to my own assumptions and getting nowhere with them.”
In his mind, she likely knew about home, and had been taught to hide what she could do because of that. He didn’t want to spend the entire meal beating around the bush and not addressing the fact that he wanted to talk to her about her ability. If they could just get past the part where she tried to deny what she could do, he could find out what part of home kept her from returning, or if she perhaps had been wanting to go back but couldn’t. He hoped to convince her to come back, at least for a little while. She could do so much good back home, and she could be around others who would teach her more about the things that she one day could do, if she wanted.
-.-
Devon. It wasn’t a particularly enlightening name, but it was nice to finally have something to call the man. Rhys agreed to share, and began to open her bag, taking out the things that would perish the soonest. She had some fruit—the banana was not surviving very well in her bag, and some meat that had already been cooked and seasoned a little. As she sorted through her bag, reorganizing things so that the rest of her perishables wouldn’t perish so quickly. While she was organizing, Devon went over to the lake. She watched him a bit, and then laughed as he talked about entering the mind of a fish. “What, is it too big for you and you’re afraid you might get lost?” She teased. Rhys almost laughed once more before she realized that she had said that to a virtual stranger, and she clamped a hand over her mouth nervously. She took a breath before relaxing once more. He probably wouldn’t be that angry with her. She slowly began to part her fingers.
“Sorry.” She said, chuckling nervously. “Sometimes I speak without thinking first.” She lowered her hand down to her lap and shook her head. “Usually, I speak without thinking at all.” She added, teasing herself because it was pretty true, and also because she hoped Devon would see that she wasn’t trying to drive him away—this time.
“Bread would be perfect. I have two bananas that probably won’t last till morning, and a bit of chicken.” She split what she had in half, giving him a whole banana, and some of the chicken to put on the bread. It wasn’t a gourmet meal in the slightest, but it was better than nothing. Rhys stopped conversing for a short while to eat the meal. The sun had set, and darkness was spreading across the sky. “Would you like to take turns and keep watch? Or does your…mind just sort of pick up on when others are around like a sort of burglar alarm?” Rhys asked. She seriously doubted his magic worked anything like that, but if she didn’t ask, she certainly wouldn’t ever know for sure. Besides, if she could get away with sleeping most of the night and still feeling like they were decently safe, she would be ecstatic.
Once that was established, Rhys could only think of one other question she had for the night. She put her bag to the side and knelt down by the lake, refilling her waterskin and drinking from it. “Do you have any place in particular in mind?” She asked, taking her hair out of the loose braid that had rested over her shoulder. She wasn’t going to wash it, because it would be silly to sleep right after, and she was just going to continue traveling. However, she did want to braid it over the other shoulder the next day, and so for the night, it would be loose.
Kieran ordered a variety of vegetables with some chicken as well, and then chuckled. “I don’t think I am a city guy. It’s interesting, but I feel like a bit of an outsider looking in most of the time.” He explained.
Kieran paused for a few moments, taking a sip of his drink. “Thank you for coming out to lunch with me. He didn’t know how to bring up the next topic, but it had to be done. “I was hoping you would be willing to talk with me... I know that I am a stranger, and I am not…by any means trying to upset you. I just want to understand what happened the other day, when I came into the hospital. And so I am going to start with what I know about that day, and we can go from there.”
Many mages, when confronted suddenly with their abilities, responded with hostility. Elementals were the worst. They could burn down an entire building before they had a chance to take a calming breath. Healers weren’t usually so dangerous, and their lack of defenses was part of the reason that they had been dwindling in numbers. “I was hurt. I was seriously hurt. More than enough for a bandage alone to heal. I’m not a city guy. I wouldn’t have gone all the way out to the hospital if I thought it was something that could have healed on its own. There was no one else tending to me at that time, it was just you.” He could still see the magic on her, but Kieran wasn’t ready to reveal his own hand just yet. He needed to know more about her background before he supplied more information.
The pair was interrupted by the food arriving. Kieran thanked the server, assuring them that he didn’t need anything else for a while. He looked down at his food briefly. There was steam rising from it, and while he probably could have started eating, he felt like he needed to finish his side of things for Anabelle. “I…know people like you. Not many, but a few. But… there are a lot of things I don’t know. Like, what are you doing here? And what do you know about what you do? And-“ Kieran caught himself. If he got himself worked up with questions, he would just overwhelm Anabelle. He was hoping that she could talk to him of her own volition, and he wasn’t going to get that by intimidating her. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I get a bit…over-excited, and you don’t know me that well, but I would really like to hear this from you, rather than just listening to my own assumptions and getting nowhere with them.”
In his mind, she likely knew about home, and had been taught to hide what she could do because of that. He didn’t want to spend the entire meal beating around the bush and not addressing the fact that he wanted to talk to her about her ability. If they could just get past the part where she tried to deny what she could do, he could find out what part of home kept her from returning, or if she perhaps had been wanting to go back but couldn’t. He hoped to convince her to come back, at least for a little while. She could do so much good back home, and she could be around others who would teach her more about the things that she one day could do, if she wanted.
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Devon. It wasn’t a particularly enlightening name, but it was nice to finally have something to call the man. Rhys agreed to share, and began to open her bag, taking out the things that would perish the soonest. She had some fruit—the banana was not surviving very well in her bag, and some meat that had already been cooked and seasoned a little. As she sorted through her bag, reorganizing things so that the rest of her perishables wouldn’t perish so quickly. While she was organizing, Devon went over to the lake. She watched him a bit, and then laughed as he talked about entering the mind of a fish. “What, is it too big for you and you’re afraid you might get lost?” She teased. Rhys almost laughed once more before she realized that she had said that to a virtual stranger, and she clamped a hand over her mouth nervously. She took a breath before relaxing once more. He probably wouldn’t be that angry with her. She slowly began to part her fingers.
“Sorry.” She said, chuckling nervously. “Sometimes I speak without thinking first.” She lowered her hand down to her lap and shook her head. “Usually, I speak without thinking at all.” She added, teasing herself because it was pretty true, and also because she hoped Devon would see that she wasn’t trying to drive him away—this time.
“Bread would be perfect. I have two bananas that probably won’t last till morning, and a bit of chicken.” She split what she had in half, giving him a whole banana, and some of the chicken to put on the bread. It wasn’t a gourmet meal in the slightest, but it was better than nothing. Rhys stopped conversing for a short while to eat the meal. The sun had set, and darkness was spreading across the sky. “Would you like to take turns and keep watch? Or does your…mind just sort of pick up on when others are around like a sort of burglar alarm?” Rhys asked. She seriously doubted his magic worked anything like that, but if she didn’t ask, she certainly wouldn’t ever know for sure. Besides, if she could get away with sleeping most of the night and still feeling like they were decently safe, she would be ecstatic.
Once that was established, Rhys could only think of one other question she had for the night. She put her bag to the side and knelt down by the lake, refilling her waterskin and drinking from it. “Do you have any place in particular in mind?” She asked, taking her hair out of the loose braid that had rested over her shoulder. She wasn’t going to wash it, because it would be silly to sleep right after, and she was just going to continue traveling. However, she did want to braid it over the other shoulder the next day, and so for the night, it would be loose.
Three Weeks Ago- Snyder Research Labs: Irvine, CA
Patient Six-Fifteen is displaying positive signs from the treatment. His brain is retaining the electric impulses for about 3 point 54 seconds after sent through the brain stem and through the temporal lobe. There is very little activity in the frontal lobe. The doctor stopped the recording, and left the room to check on the next patient. Keeping a schedule was important, that way he was able to make his records at the one hour mark for each patient, and comment upon the same criteria every day. Reginald Briggs De’Angelo was left alone once more, apart from the flowers on the table beside his bed, beginning to wilt.
New flowers would be brought every other week, after Reginald’s father had his secretary put it on the calendar for the third Monday of the month. Reginald’s mother’s PA was sent a similar message, courtesy of Reminor’s secretary, asking if she would like to take the first Monday of the month. The personal assistant, a busy woman named Cecily, confirmed such with Reginald’s mother, and the orders were placed automatically with nearby floral centers, paid through the next six months. Apart from the flowers, no one came to visit. A few of the doctors had been surprised at first. They knew that this patient’s family had pushed hard to get him in the program--that he didn’t entirely qualify. They had expected to see more involvement from them coming to visit, bringing the patient tokens from home or something, but the room was barren, apart from a body in a bed.
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Home. Standing in one of the nicer apartment buildings in LA, the place was jam-packed with amenities. The building had a 24 hour gym, indoor and outdoor pool, in-unit laundry facilities, two parking spots, its own balcony, and stunning views. He found himself in the hallway of the building he knew so well, and he looked behind him to see the elevator. Whatever he had just been doing, clearly he was going back to his apartment. A quick glance to the right and he saw he was on the correct floor, and so he turned to the right, walking down the hall and turning to the left at his door. He paused there for a moment, and then pat his pocket for the keys. He was really out of it. Clearly, he just needed to go lay down for a bit, probably sleep off whatever had ended up in his drink.
He looked down, assessing his clothing. Dark jeans, vest, button-down shirt, but no jacket. He might have gone out to dinner, had something slipped in his drink? Hell, maybe he simply had too much to drink. In any case, he needed to get inside and rest. Though he knew it would be fruitless, he reached his hand out for the knob, willing it to be unlocked. He could look for his keys later, he just needed to get some proper rest. What the…? A confused look spread across his face as his fingers seemed to go through the knob. That wasn’t right. Clearly, whatever drugs he had taken were still messing with his system.
“Calm down. Take a deep breath.” He closed his eyes and stepped away from the door. The door was locked, he was hallucinating. He needed to find his keys. Turning back towards the elevator, he looked on the floor. Perhaps he had been holding them, and he dropped them during his episode. Unfortunately, they were not on the floor by the elevator. He thought about going to sleep right there, but he wasn’t particularly tired. He felt like sleep was what he needed, but it wasn’t what he wanted in that moment. What he wanted, was to not feel like half of his brain was out at lunch, or dinner.
A noise down the hall got his attention, and he looked up quickly to see someone leaving one of the apartments. No. Not just one of the apartments…his apartment. “Hey… Hey you!” He had no idea who she was, but she certainly wasn’t the cleaning woman, he knew that much. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” He asked, closing the distance between them hastily, his arms folding across his chest.
Patient Six-Fifteen is displaying positive signs from the treatment. His brain is retaining the electric impulses for about 3 point 54 seconds after sent through the brain stem and through the temporal lobe. There is very little activity in the frontal lobe. The doctor stopped the recording, and left the room to check on the next patient. Keeping a schedule was important, that way he was able to make his records at the one hour mark for each patient, and comment upon the same criteria every day. Reginald Briggs De’Angelo was left alone once more, apart from the flowers on the table beside his bed, beginning to wilt.
New flowers would be brought every other week, after Reginald’s father had his secretary put it on the calendar for the third Monday of the month. Reginald’s mother’s PA was sent a similar message, courtesy of Reminor’s secretary, asking if she would like to take the first Monday of the month. The personal assistant, a busy woman named Cecily, confirmed such with Reginald’s mother, and the orders were placed automatically with nearby floral centers, paid through the next six months. Apart from the flowers, no one came to visit. A few of the doctors had been surprised at first. They knew that this patient’s family had pushed hard to get him in the program--that he didn’t entirely qualify. They had expected to see more involvement from them coming to visit, bringing the patient tokens from home or something, but the room was barren, apart from a body in a bed.
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Home. Standing in one of the nicer apartment buildings in LA, the place was jam-packed with amenities. The building had a 24 hour gym, indoor and outdoor pool, in-unit laundry facilities, two parking spots, its own balcony, and stunning views. He found himself in the hallway of the building he knew so well, and he looked behind him to see the elevator. Whatever he had just been doing, clearly he was going back to his apartment. A quick glance to the right and he saw he was on the correct floor, and so he turned to the right, walking down the hall and turning to the left at his door. He paused there for a moment, and then pat his pocket for the keys. He was really out of it. Clearly, he just needed to go lay down for a bit, probably sleep off whatever had ended up in his drink.
He looked down, assessing his clothing. Dark jeans, vest, button-down shirt, but no jacket. He might have gone out to dinner, had something slipped in his drink? Hell, maybe he simply had too much to drink. In any case, he needed to get inside and rest. Though he knew it would be fruitless, he reached his hand out for the knob, willing it to be unlocked. He could look for his keys later, he just needed to get some proper rest. What the…? A confused look spread across his face as his fingers seemed to go through the knob. That wasn’t right. Clearly, whatever drugs he had taken were still messing with his system.
“Calm down. Take a deep breath.” He closed his eyes and stepped away from the door. The door was locked, he was hallucinating. He needed to find his keys. Turning back towards the elevator, he looked on the floor. Perhaps he had been holding them, and he dropped them during his episode. Unfortunately, they were not on the floor by the elevator. He thought about going to sleep right there, but he wasn’t particularly tired. He felt like sleep was what he needed, but it wasn’t what he wanted in that moment. What he wanted, was to not feel like half of his brain was out at lunch, or dinner.
A noise down the hall got his attention, and he looked up quickly to see someone leaving one of the apartments. No. Not just one of the apartments…his apartment. “Hey… Hey you!” He had no idea who she was, but she certainly wasn’t the cleaning woman, he knew that much. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” He asked, closing the distance between them hastily, his arms folding across his chest.
Makes sense. I had him appear right there before she gets the chance to leave the building, but if you want to change that, I can have it be when she gets back from her walk, with a few edits. He would basically start yelling at her once she began to open the door to "his" apartment.
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