[There's only so far that you can go in this town (he's learned) without coming across someone who wants to go home. Good luck trying to convince this guy that it's a good idea. The minute it was explained he crawled into a hole in the bar and has been drinking for a good hour and a half. There's a faint glimmer of light across one cheek - revealing a nasty scar.
Occasionally the bartender looks about to approach him - before losing their nerve and wandering away.]
TWO/THREE - Arachne/Scorpion:
[He hasn't honestly been okay since the fog. Time to admit that now.
First it was the sounds, the echoing sounds, the people moving around beside his room. Then it was the day his teeth fell out and he'd pricked his finger on his own tooth- drawing blood and a thick greenish goo. His nails had sharpened and the vibrations, the vibrations were the worst part of it.
No, scratch that. The worst part were what he was examining now. The growing raised lumps on his left and right side. The increasing weakness in his legs. And the hunger.
He's not afraid. He's terrified. The only time he'd been afraid before was as a child. Easy to detest weakness. Easy to despise weakness. Whatever was happening was changing him into something else entirely.
He scratched desperately at his left side, drawing blood and bits of flesh, before he withdrew his fingers and slipped the T-shirt back on. It was getting to the point that nothing fit, pants, shirt, even his shoes felt numb. It was easy to stumble. He's losing his human shape by the day (day? Some moments it felt like hour.) and he needed to know what he was becoming.
He'd been propping open a window to the hospital for days now, initially crawling in with ease. The past few days it had become more difficult. The raised bumps at his side making it hard to squeeze through quietly. He's always been big. Just never...this big.
Once he's inside however there's a slight crash and he freezes, quiet and silent...
Before he begins to pick up the items he knocked down on the floor. Another disturbing trait. John had said a place for everything but this was ridiculous. Satisfied they were in order he opened the door and began to roam.]
Mark Hoffman | SAW | OTA
[There's only so far that you can go in this town (he's learned) without coming across someone who wants to go home. Good luck trying to convince this guy that it's a good idea. The minute it was explained he crawled into a hole in the bar and has been drinking for a good hour and a half. There's a faint glimmer of light across one cheek - revealing a nasty scar.
Occasionally the bartender looks about to approach him - before losing their nerve and wandering away.]
TWO/THREE - Arachne/Scorpion:
[He hasn't honestly been okay since the fog. Time to admit that now.
First it was the sounds, the echoing sounds, the people moving around beside his room. Then it was the day his teeth fell out and he'd pricked his finger on his own tooth- drawing blood and a thick greenish goo. His nails had sharpened and the vibrations, the vibrations were the worst part of it.
No, scratch that. The worst part were what he was examining now. The growing raised lumps on his left and right side. The increasing weakness in his legs. And the hunger.
He's not afraid. He's terrified. The only time he'd been afraid before was as a child. Easy to detest weakness. Easy to despise weakness. Whatever was happening was changing him into something else entirely.
He scratched desperately at his left side, drawing blood and bits of flesh, before he withdrew his fingers and slipped the T-shirt back on. It was getting to the point that nothing fit, pants, shirt, even his shoes felt numb. It was easy to stumble. He's losing his human shape by the day (day? Some moments it felt like hour.) and he needed to know what he was becoming.
He'd been propping open a window to the hospital for days now, initially crawling in with ease. The past few days it had become more difficult. The raised bumps at his side making it hard to squeeze through quietly. He's always been big. Just never...this big.
Once he's inside however there's a slight crash and he freezes, quiet and silent...
Before he begins to pick up the items he knocked down on the floor. Another disturbing trait. John had said a place for everything but this was ridiculous. Satisfied they were in order he opened the door and began to roam.]