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it was something that had been on their mind for quite some time, ever since they had arrived at the lodge it was something that kept running their their minds: what is my name? of course, it was a silly question to ask because in all accounts they had been named mmxii but... that was it, that was all they were and it did not make much sense compared to all the other people who had more than just a set of numbers as their name. they had things mmxii had never heard of before, middle names, last names, nicknames and various other variations on it but all they had was, well, a strange combination that the lab had used to label them. people identified through what they were called and they wondered if they were just that, nothing more than a number to be discarded once they moved onto the next one in line. maybe it didn't make much sense to anyone but them, however, mmxii didn't really careâ€â€Âtheir mind was their own and, well, it was muddied and they did not expect anyone to ever understand the ideas and thought they created, they barely understood them themselves. all they knew is that they just didn't want to be a label, they wanted to be someone, to mean something, to be worth more than what they were.
they clicked quietly, head down and hand glued to the wall as they shifted through the corridor on another one of their impromptu walks; they truly hated the infirmary, it scared them. it had reason to, after all. mmxii preferred to be up, to be moving even if their body was still in a very fragile state they could not simply lay back and allow themselves to be in that room any longer than they absolutely had to. they were sure it was only a matter of time before they were moved out of that room but, for now, they decided to stay as far away from it until they had the chance to have a place that would be considered theirs, a place that would technically be the very first thing that mmxii was to own. they let out a small smile, head falling back as they slowed their walk down the hallway and simply enjoyed the feeling of being chainless and able to move without restriction. however, their peace did not last for long and as soon as they found themselves relaxing they heard the ever familiar sound of hurried footsteps from somewhere around them.
they let their hand drop to their side, turning around and tensing their shoulders as the footsteps continued; they echoed around the hallway, making it nearly impossible for mmxii to pinpoint exactly which direction they were coming from which was enough to set their nerves aflame. they were always on edge, always ready to flee at a moment's notice if the need were to arise but the longer they continued to stay with the people whom had offered shelter and somewhat protection had allowed them to calm down. only slightly, of course, they could not allow themselves to completely relax. they felt their jaw tighten at the exact moment their hands curled into fists, body ready for flight but they held their ground, allowed a small breath to escape from their lips before attempting to keep the waver out of their voice as they spoke.
"hello? who is there?"
[member=2027]Gray[/member] [member=155]Pyre[/member]
it was something that had been on their mind for quite some time, ever since they had arrived at the lodge it was something that kept running their their minds: what is my name? of course, it was a silly question to ask because in all accounts they had been named mmxii but... that was it, that was all they were and it did not make much sense compared to all the other people who had more than just a set of numbers as their name. they had things mmxii had never heard of before, middle names, last names, nicknames and various other variations on it but all they had was, well, a strange combination that the lab had used to label them. people identified through what they were called and they wondered if they were just that, nothing more than a number to be discarded once they moved onto the next one in line. maybe it didn't make much sense to anyone but them, however, mmxii didn't really careâ€â€Âtheir mind was their own and, well, it was muddied and they did not expect anyone to ever understand the ideas and thought they created, they barely understood them themselves. all they knew is that they just didn't want to be a label, they wanted to be someone, to mean something, to be worth more than what they were.
they clicked quietly, head down and hand glued to the wall as they shifted through the corridor on another one of their impromptu walks; they truly hated the infirmary, it scared them. it had reason to, after all. mmxii preferred to be up, to be moving even if their body was still in a very fragile state they could not simply lay back and allow themselves to be in that room any longer than they absolutely had to. they were sure it was only a matter of time before they were moved out of that room but, for now, they decided to stay as far away from it until they had the chance to have a place that would be considered theirs, a place that would technically be the very first thing that mmxii was to own. they let out a small smile, head falling back as they slowed their walk down the hallway and simply enjoyed the feeling of being chainless and able to move without restriction. however, their peace did not last for long and as soon as they found themselves relaxing they heard the ever familiar sound of hurried footsteps from somewhere around them.
they let their hand drop to their side, turning around and tensing their shoulders as the footsteps continued; they echoed around the hallway, making it nearly impossible for mmxii to pinpoint exactly which direction they were coming from which was enough to set their nerves aflame. they were always on edge, always ready to flee at a moment's notice if the need were to arise but the longer they continued to stay with the people whom had offered shelter and somewhat protection had allowed them to calm down. only slightly, of course, they could not allow themselves to completely relax. they felt their jaw tighten at the exact moment their hands curled into fists, body ready for flight but they held their ground, allowed a small breath to escape from their lips before attempting to keep the waver out of their voice as they spoke.
"hello? who is there?"
[member=2027]Gray[/member] [member=155]Pyre[/member]
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[b]IN THE END I'M GONNA BE ALRIGHT ◃
[div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 19px; font-size: 11.2pt; font-family: ariel; letter-spacing: 2px"]⸺ [i]but it might take a hundred sleepless nights