Keith didn't even realize he'd ended up getting caught by one of the plants, but he had been. After a while, he was acting tipsy and walking off balance, getting into weird belligerent arguments with locals, with comments like, "I don't care if I have to pull the door to get in, I want to push!"
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Trapped - CW: self-harm
Finding the discarded cocoon had been weird, but nothing truly alarming in Keith's mind. And it certainly wasn't anything he would have connected to the feelings racing through him the next day. He suddenly couldn't sit still, couldn't stay inside. Granted, he spent a lot of time out and about, this was a new sense of urgency and avoidance.
But it was deeper than that. It wasn't just being inside. It was being himself. It was being in his own skin. Everything felt tight, restrictive. Even his skin was too tight.
He started with stretching, like that would help... maybe loosen himself up. Maybe it wasn't his skin that felt tight, but his muscles. But that wasn't working. So then the scratching started. Rubbing, itching, pulling, shifting, twisting, pinching... Trying to loosen his own skin... it wasn't like stretching a shirt to get extra room, or doing a couple of squats to make the pants feel more comfortable.
The next day, Keith was getting desperate. And he had a knife. He had several, in fact. It didn't take much to get where he was by the end of the day, several cuts to his arms and legs... and he wasn't stopping...
By the next day, Keith was unrecognizable... and rampaging through the city...
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Home Is Where the Heart Is
Keith was getting really tired of these weird places he was getting sent to. He'd been on the River of Blood. He'd been in the Moss King's game house. He'd been in the Catacombs. He'd been in some twisted version of Trench. So many places...
It was getting on his nerves, honestly.
So, as he gasped and scrambled to get to his feet here in this new place, he could feel the frustration rising up inside him almost immediately.
"Oh, what now?"
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Wildcard
{OOC: Got other ideas? I'm open! sailorgundam06, SailorGundam#2608, or PM my journal!}
Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | OTA
Keith didn't even realize he'd ended up getting caught by one of the plants, but he had been. After a while, he was acting tipsy and walking off balance, getting into weird belligerent arguments with locals, with comments like, "I don't care if I have to pull the door to get in, I want to push!"
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Trapped - CW: self-harm
Finding the discarded cocoon had been weird, but nothing truly alarming in Keith's mind. And it certainly wasn't anything he would have connected to the feelings racing through him the next day. He suddenly couldn't sit still, couldn't stay inside. Granted, he spent a lot of time out and about, this was a new sense of urgency and avoidance.
But it was deeper than that. It wasn't just being inside. It was being himself. It was being in his own skin. Everything felt tight, restrictive. Even his skin was too tight.
He started with stretching, like that would help... maybe loosen himself up. Maybe it wasn't his skin that felt tight, but his muscles. But that wasn't working. So then the scratching started. Rubbing, itching, pulling, shifting, twisting, pinching... Trying to loosen his own skin... it wasn't like stretching a shirt to get extra room, or doing a couple of squats to make the pants feel more comfortable.
The next day, Keith was getting desperate. And he had a knife. He had several, in fact. It didn't take much to get where he was by the end of the day, several cuts to his arms and legs... and he wasn't stopping...
By the next day, Keith was unrecognizable... and rampaging through the city...
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Home Is Where the Heart Is
Keith was getting really tired of these weird places he was getting sent to. He'd been on the River of Blood. He'd been in the Moss King's game house. He'd been in the Catacombs. He'd been in some twisted version of Trench. So many places...
It was getting on his nerves, honestly.
So, as he gasped and scrambled to get to his feet here in this new place, he could feel the frustration rising up inside him almost immediately.
"Oh, what now?"
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Wildcard
{OOC: Got other ideas? I'm open!