Disturbing Behavior

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Tue Mar 28, 2006 10:46 am

Kris was in the shower, trying to shake it. She had heard voices, felt, smelt, and even seen things the night before. Things that normally would have wigged her out. But, somehow seemed so normal, in their own way. As she finished, her petite, yet square shouldered frame passed by the mirror, which was all steamed up, but showed her reflection still standing there. Unmoving. The red head, turned brunette didn't even notice, till she stood up. Staggering back a few steps, she heard the whispers again, while the fogged reflection stood almost at the mirror.

You must go. To the mud. Find the blood. The blood in the mud. The prize is there! You must retrieve the prize, and cherrish it. She wants you to.

"No. Not again! This isn't happening! I'm not crazy! Oh, God! Please make it stoooop," she cried out, as she fell to the floor sobbing. "no! Just- I- can't! No! Please, stop... What do I have to do?"

Find the prize

"Okay," she submitted. "I'll go find it. But it wasn't in Croatoa."

The prize is closer than that. Look in the mud. The mud. The blood in the mud!

Standing up, Kris walks out, looking as though nothing has happened, and puts her supersuit on, before jumping out of the 3rd floor window of the Talos Island hotel. Upon a frost covered mirror are the words, scrawled in Kris' own handwritting, "Find the mud. The prize awaits with open arms."

(OOC: There is a thread to put commentary in, in the Roleplay section. Any questions about where I'm going, just ask. I might not be able to say everything, but I will do my best to shed light on the ravaged mind of Kris O'Sullivan. Please don't clutter this thread with OOC stuff.)

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:47 pm

Stealthily, Kris shot from one building to the next. Dark Astoria was not exactly the sort of place Kris wanted to be. But, she had to find it. The prize was waiting, and every second was a second too long. She had tried to puzzle out what the prize was, but her heart, somehoe seemed to know, and was remaining silent, while gunning down the possibilities.

Suddenly, Kris was surrounded by the undead. It was really dificult to tell who was who, but soon enough, she managed to escape, badly battered, supsersuite shredded, and her comm-link missing. She wasn't sure, anymore, if this was the place. Not registering what she was doing, after she saw her reflection, Kris walked to a window and scrawled a message, from her bleeding hand, then blinked. Reading the message, and realizing what the "ink" was, the girl stepped back in horror, before running toward the gate.

"Oh, God! Please," she pleaded as she ran, to the saints, angels, the Virgin Mary, whoever would listen. "Make it go away! There's so much of it! How can there be so much blood!"

"Love is the greatest prize of all. Embrace her, and she will reward you," the message read.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Tue Mar 28, 2006 6:58 pm

Kris came to consciousness, lying in a wooded area, still wearing her shredded uniform. Nearby, an unconscious Troll lay against a tree, with a bloody palm print across his face. As she tried to rise, she felt the world spin, and her stomache pained her from hunger. Reaching up Kris' eyes went wide with shock. Her comm-link was missing! Quietly, the girl crept about the wood, until she discovered her whereabouts.

"The Hollows," she exhaled. How did I ever end up here? And, how am I getting home, all faint as I am? I wish Arrow or Stasis were here to help me. Please, just let me make it out of here okay. I promise to be there early for communion! I swear it!"

"You gonna need more than silly cracker and shot glass when me get through with you! This Troll turf," came a gruff voice from behind Kris. "You get beatdown, now!"

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:11 pm

Kris awoke in the school infirmary. As shelooked around, she saw that both Father Bob and Dr Conrads were here. She was trapped. There was no way our of telling them, and she knew it. After a few minutes, the nurse left, and there was an awkward silence in the infirmary.

"I'm okay," Kris finally said, breaking the almost solid silence. "I just had a hard time dealing with things, but everything is much better, now. It's like I just woke up from a nightmare, or something."

"According to the staff at the hospital, Kris, you were suffering from sleep deprivation," Father Bob replied. "We worry tremendously about you guys, and just want everything to be okay. If there is anything we can do, just let us know, alright?

"Sominex," Kris asked.

"Already on that," Conrads answered. "We got you a prescription for Amyltriptilene. It is to be taken just before bedtime. From my studies on the drug, it will make you sleep, and have pleasant dreams. We want you to take 2 of these per night, and are imposing a curfew of 12 midnight."

"Thanks, doc," Kris laughed a little. "I guess if I don't my suppersuit turns into a pumpkin?"

"Something like that, sweetie. You have the day off from classes, but we expect to see you tomorrow, better rested, okay?"

"Gotcha!"

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Tue Mar 28, 2006 8:49 pm

Settling down in her room, Kris cracked open a few books she checked out from the library. Doing the research, she became more and more aware of something painfully obvious. There was a body on Lycia's bed, cut up in gruesome and barbaric maner. The blood was everywhere, and a message was smeared upon the walll, reading, "Dancing with the Angels." Kris stood, and stumbled backwards, fainting before she even hit the floor. When Stasis returned from classes, she would find her unconscious friend, lying in the middle of the quad floor.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Wed Mar 29, 2006 2:53 pm

It was becoming unbearable! Kris was practically a prisoner in her newly redecorated quad, thew way Stasis marshalled her out to her first class, then back from the final class of the day. But, Kris had a plan today!

As the former red head exited her next to final class, she made a bee-line for the quad. Once there, she began to pack her supersuit into her duffle bag, so shecould head out. Certain she wouldn't be foiled, Kris hummed a song long forgotten, but that she had never before heard.

FrancisCross · Post by **FrancisCross** » Wed Mar 29, 2006 4:19 pm

Francis wandered up to the door of the "infamous" quad and sighed in her usual manner. In her hands she held a small terra cotta pot with the brightest yellow and purple flowers growing out of it. They flopped over the sides and spread a dusting of yellow pollen on everything Francis walked past.

'Maybe this will cheer them up,' She thought as she arranged the pot and card near the doorway. 'I hope Kris likes them, took me forever and a day to find the spell to grow these damn things....Joy Flowers my ass...should hide them in November's room' *grumble*

Yeah....happy day....

Francis headed for City of Gyros.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Wed Mar 29, 2006 4:36 pm

Kris opened the door, and noticed the flowers, then looked up to see Francis walking away. Maybe this was serendipity She could get Franky to take her out, and nobody would think twice!

"Franky," she asked after the retreating form."Did you leave these?"

She's the dabbler! The girl with the eyes! Yes! But, she can't see the blood! THE BLOOD! The blood in the mud!

Kris pretended to not hear, and waited to see if Francis would reply. The terror was building, and any of the steadiness she had garnered from her regained sleep was eroding quickly. A bead of prespiration formed upon her brow, as she waited to be saved from the insanity that was threatening to consume her.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Wed Mar 29, 2006 8:01 pm

Francis never replied. Most likely because Kris was too quiet, while hearing the whispers. Reaching down, she took the flowers, and smirked at their polenation. Walking back inside to what she perceived as many people in her room, Kris placed the flowers upon her desk, and tried to smile. She was happy to be thought of, and doubly so by an upperclassman she had only recently made acquaintances with. The thing that ruined the mood was the torrential flood of whispers in her ears.

The prize must not wait. Find the prize! The prize. The prize is in the mud! the blood! The blood in the mud! There's so much! So much blood! How can one body have so much blood?! The prize must be found...

Reaching down she pulled out the paper to write Francis a thank you letter, and tears began pouring down her cheeks, as she began to write. She could see them closing in on her closer and closer, their whispers beginning to hiss like a frigid wind in her frostbitten cheeks. Staring at the paper, Kris continued, crying in fear and frustration.

The blood! The prize is the reward! There's so much! Find the prize! The blood in the mud! The prize. The prize is in the mud! So much blood! The prize must be found. Love is the strongest bond! The bond of a friend who swore. You swore an oath! Honor the oath! Go! Find the prize! The prize is her reward! The prize!

Minutes later, a shivering Kris stepped into the hallway, and made her way to the mailbox. As she went, her usually perky and bouncey step was now a shrunken, almost shuffling glide. Occaisionally, she'd twitch or her head might tick, making for quite the site as she moved along with streaked, runny mascara. After depositing the letter, addressed to Francis, Kris walked off campus, through traffic, and into the train station. Soon enough, she offered her papers and her route card to the sailors aboard the transport bound for Striga Island.

Hours later, Kris came to her senses in the depths of a marsh. She knew that Stasis was going to have a golden cow, when she figured out that Kris wasn't on campus. Considering what she could do, Kris opted to get some hot cocoa from Mrs Peebles, back in Port Noble, and then to go to the library. Maybe Stasis wouldn't flip out if she was at the library. And, while she was there, she could look a few things on mental health and the occult up.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 1:55 pm

Kris had actually started adjusting to her madness pretty well, after another night's sleep. Of course, Stasis had given her an earful, and taken away her supersuit, but that was a minor thing. Now all Kris needed to do was to put the pieces together. Using her photographic memory, and pouring herself into her studies, she skipped a day of classes to get to the bottom of this boggle. In her zeal and dedication to acheive her goal, it seemed, fortunately, that many of her "ghosts" had simply given up, and left. But, there were still a few who hung around, and occaisionally acted up in bizarre and often frightening manners.

Unfortunately, Kris came to the conclusion, from information garnered from a few magic texts and several psychiatric publications, that she had gone insane. So long as she wasn't hurting herself, or anyone else, she figured it would be okay, for the moment. She hoped Stasi would see her demeanor becoming less frantic, and decided upon a new course of action. Ginga, whom she didn't really know, and to some extent viewed as an unwelcome intruder, probably could help her with figuring some of this stuff out. He seemed to have some sort of insight into what was going on, so he might be able to help.

Picking up the phone, she cleared her throat, and sipped a nice freshly brewed cup of coffee. She knew Lycia would probably smile at that, and had actually taken special care in redecorating Lycia's area as it had been the day she left for Washington, DC, and well as adopting a few little habbits of the goth. Earlier, Kris had sat for two hours, figuring out the intricacies of black mascara and eyeliner. Yeah. Kris was definately slipping, but at least she could do it wiithout causing a scene, now that she understood what her problems (all twentyseven of them) were. Dialing the number she had paid Scruffy for, in super gyro buttons from City of Gyros, Kris awaited Jai's reply.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 3:56 pm

As Kris waited for Jai to answer, she thought about things. She had been harsh with Stasi about Jai, and had appologized for it. But, it all seemed so artificial to her. How could Stasi just decide in her usual "am not" manner to pick this guy out of all of them? And, worse yet, how could she do this during the situation with Lycia? She was very confused, and felt like she was being pushed farther and farther away from the world she had lived in before she left.

But, in Stasi's defense, Kris seemed to be crazy, and Jai seemed to be a nice guy, even if he did speak gibberish. And, yes. Stasi was right. It was none of her business. No matter how much it hurt, Stasi was right. But, that was becoming the norm, nowadays. Hurting was the new ecstasy. Sort of like in the song, it seemed you had to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure. The world sucked.

"Dammit, Jai! Pick up the fucking phone," she yelled at the receiver before chucking the thing at the wall, where it shattered on the wall. "So much! So much blood! Oh, God help me! I don't want to lode my mind!"

Kris ran her fingers through her hair and began rocking herself, while slowly scrambling back into a corner. They started coming back again, with all of their whispers, slowly advancing upon Kris, so far as she could tell. To anyone else she swated and clawed at thin air as she seemed to struggle and cry out in fear and frustration.

Ginga · Post by **Ginga** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:33 pm

Ginga snatched the phone up off the table and put it to his ear. "Allo?"

But the line was dead. He stared at the phone in confusion for a moment, then scrolled back through the Caller ID. It had been Tara's room. But that made no sense, Tara wasn't even staying there...

Kris. It must have been Kris. Had she learned something more about the craziness? That muddy blood, or was it bloody mud? He dialed the digits and waited. The call got bumped into their voice-mail, where he clenched his jaw to hear Lycia's voice. Why hadn't they changed that, yet?

Putting the phone down again, he went to the open window and stared at the girl's dorms across the quad. Counting from the left, three, four, five windows. Their common room.

With a grunt, he launched himself in a high arc across the open green below. He only hoped he didn't scare the poor girl too badly when he landed...

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:47 pm

Kris hardly noticed the comotion of Jai's entry as she thrashed at her seemingly illusory attackers, screaming and crying for help. She just wanted them to stop, and to go away. And to be held. But it seemed there was no help for her, today. Just another tumble along the downward spiral into self-oblivion.

"OH, God! Somebody help me! Pleeeeeease! Aaiieeeeeeee!"

Ginga · Post by **Ginga** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:56 pm

Ginga stared at the girl, with her dyed black hair, thrashing, throwing her limbs at nothing. Screaming. He tried to lift the window and found it locked. With a grimace of expectation, he threw his shoulder against it.

He felt glass cut into him as he rolled into the common room, but there was no time for it. He reached Kris and grabbed her head with both his hands, one on either side of her face.

"Papa Legba, help dis gyul," he stuttered, trying hard to remember August's words. "Free her from dis, uh, dis pain... Dis... toemen'..." But they didn't come to him. He hadn't studied this. Just like that night in the chapel, he knew the motions and the words, but his soul lacked the authority to call the loa. And he knew it.

Though she screamed and thrashed, he pinned her down against the sofa and scanned the room desperately. His eyes fell upon a comm headset on the table, and he reached for it.

He could only imagine what it must have sounded like on her end of the conversation. It may have even sounded like exactly what it was: a girl, possessed. But August agreed to come, even to bring what she said they needed for what had to be done.

Now all Jai had to do was wait. And seeing Kris' eyes, the foam at the sides of her mouth, hearing her shrieks, he hoped it wouldn't be too long.

Kris O'Sullivan · Post by **Kris O'Sullivan** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:04 pm

It wasn't too long before Kris saw Jai's face amongst the mad crowd of frightening, disturbing creatures that spoke to her, and tried to touch her. And not too long after that, than she also saw the face of August, as well. Her energy running out, Kris' eyes became heavy, and she flailed and clawed with less and less vigor until she just lay there, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Find... the... prize... in..." she weakly mumbled as she drifted into a wakened coma-like daze.