Tʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇs sᴀʟᴛʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ɪᴛ ɪɴ? (open)

[stations]

WHO: Jack Townsend & You
WHEN: October
WHERE: The Horizon, Thorne
WHAT: Jack sleepwalks and manifests his hallucinations into reality, accidentally steals people's memories, and/or works at a gas station.
WARNINGS: Mental illness, language, drug use, amputations, general insanity.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ?

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you wasted life

[thedevilwhorose]

[In one of those iterations of Jack Townsend staring off into space, there's a devil. Just casually across from him, staring.

Lucifer doesn't want to say he's taken time to observe Jack because it gives the man too much undeserving attention, but he's seen this fugue state enough by now that he can read the signs well enough as they come and go.

Eventually, he may check in and ask if Jack's annoyed Yennefer enough to drive her insane.

That is not this moment.

He's present long enough that he's certain Jack will have some understanding--minor or otherwise--that he may have been there. But then he's fluttering away with his wings before Jack ever has enough cognizance to process if he was ever really there at all.

This will, likely, become a pastime of his.]

judging u

[stations]

( He dreams, or hallucinates, or whatever that strange... venn diagram center mass is for somebody like him. Whatever you call it, his mind is out there, seeing things that aren't there and completely missing the things that are. Bits and pieces of it snag on his short term memory, but most of it sifts through his fingers like sand in a hurricane, leaving only the sparsest grains behind. Just enough to make him ask the question: what the hell?

In this particular instance, just as his pupils begin to narrow and focus begins to return to them, he gets a flash. One tiny, fleeting moment of actual visual recognition, gone too fast for him to confirm whether or not it was even real.

His head whips around from side to side in a paranoid flurry of searching, but there isn't a single fucking trace of proof.

Under his breath, a frustrated: )

Stupid Satan.

( Real or not, that guy is so annoying.

He goes back to reading his book. )