“I’m happy, too, Natashka,” he responded, and she felt her heart soar. The adoration in her eyes shined all the more and her face was almost completely relaxed into a smile.
He said that he is happy as well! Surely he is already able to see how wonderful it would be if we were together! Married! And I at his side forever…
She sighed contently, closing the doors, and was about to say something to him when the boy on the bed let out a scream. Her head whipped to look at him.
He was panicky, staring at his book in horror as it fell from his hands then scrambling into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him loudly.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, then looked up to her brother. Yes, he must have been playing with him, from the smile on his lips. She frowned slightly. Was he even paying attention to her? Or had he been playing with this boy?
A drip of disappointment echoed into her heart and she did her best to hide a pained expression. She barely succeeded, wiping it away immediately as she stood up and exclaimed, “Ah~, Vanya, this year will be so wonderful! We will be together!”
There was no point in acknowledging Vanya’s little game. She wanted his attention on her, not some strange boy having a panic attack in the bathroom.
"Ah~, Vanya, this year will be so wonderful! We will be together!" Maybe for Natashka, but not for Ivan. He glances at the bathroom door. It looks fairly sturdy, perhaps he could hide there if he ever needed to. He could feel his patience leaking away, and he just felt like running away from this place and finding some other place to sleep in. Perhaps another dorm would take him in... for a while.
"It might be for you, but it'll be hell for me." Oh shit. Did he just say that? Ivan covered his mouth, realizing that he actually did say that and oh dear god he's going to die because of it.
Ivan sprints for the bathroom door, holding the ends of his scarf to his chest.
The Luxembourger was... a little late to the party.
Dragging his luggage behind him--a rolling case, of course--he leisurely was making his way toward his assigned dorm. Room 102, he'd been told, and as everyone else was probably hoping, Raphaël just wished that his roommates for the year would be rather agreeable.
He was just about to enter the room when there was the shout, followed quickly by the sound of a door slamming loudly. Adjusting the tie around his neck, he paused outside the door, contemplating whether or not to even go inside in the first place. It wasn't too late to pretend he never found it, to go run and ask someone from administration if he could get another dorm because it sounded like his current roommates were already getting acquainted so... nicely with each other...
A hero would go and rush in to the danger, would face anything that was thrown at them, and probably wouldn't be staring at a door.
Then again, it was tempting to just burst in and hope his roommates were all sidekicks so he could get them in line...
Raphaël took the doorknob and turned, making his way in to the room. There was a girl--pale and delicate featured it looked like--and a taller man in a scarf rushing off to the closed bathroom door. He couldn't see a third person anywhere, but it was clear that everyone was already around...
He cleared his throat.
"Everything... Going okay in here?"
Straightening his back, he tried to figure out what in the world was going on.
Post by theoxymoron on Jan 17, 2011 14:09:59 GMT -5
The water in the bathroom was still running strong as Raivis hyperventilated while washing his hands. He jumped slightly as he felt someone come closer. They were scared, too.
In his current state of panic, which was quickly escalating with the added fear of the person outside the bathroom door, Raivis really couldn't muster up the concentration to actually figure out who was afraid other than him. Of course, if he actually tried to think it would be easy to deduce who his fear buddy was, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Soon Raivis noticed that there was no more blood on his hands. It took him a couple minutes , but he did manage to turn off the water. His shaking hands were now red and slightly scratched from the scalding water and his furious scrubbing. They were probably going to hurt for a few days, know him.
Raivis was soon calm enough to notice someone else was in the dorm. At least they weren't feeling angry or freaked out. Maybe they would figure out a way for him to get out of his hellish dorm.
The words struck her like a slap to the face, and she stood dumbly for a moment, trying to wrap her mind around what just happened.
“It might be for you, but it’ll be hell for me.”
What was that supposed to mean anyways? She stared after him for a while, when she heard a voice from the doorway. “Everything… going okay in here?” The fourth roommate had arrived, looking puzzled. A fourth person. Another person that Vanya would probably like to play with.
It snapped her back to attention, and she ran after her brother to the bathroom. She fell to her knees, banging on the door. “V-Vanya, I know you did not mean it th-the way it seemed, right? Y-you simply mean because it is school, d-da??” She dug her nails into the door, dragging them down, creating deep grooves. “B-but Nata is here, as is Niki! W-we will make it more bearable, da??” There was a hint of desperation in her voice. “Vanya, open this door! Stop playing these games!!”
P-please stop these games, Vanya… they are such cruel, mean games… s-so stop… please….
Ivan felt terrible. The desperation in Natashka's voice just made him want to hug her and comfort her, yet the sense of fear was still too strong for him to do anything. He wanted to calm her down, to say it's okay, yet that horrible feeling never seems to go away.
He thought he heard another person come into the room. Ivan would try to warn the guy/girl/whatever but he couldn't since he hadn't seen the person. He looked over his shoulder to see the boy he played with recently still bent over the sink.
"Um... It's alright if I stay here, right. We're probably going to be stuck here for awhile, though." Ivan almost winces at the sound on nails scratching on the door and the floor.
Why do I have to keep doing this? I'm such a coward...
He was supposed to be the older brother for Natashka, to take care of her whenever she had a problem. How did things end up like this? He doesn't remember. If he had, he might have been able to fix the problem. His hands shook as they held the doorknob.
Just great, his roommates seemed to be stuck in some insane battle with each other. He was still rather perplexed, but he went with his stuff right past them to look at the rooms to try and figure out what hadn't been claimed yet. By the time the girl seemed to be <i>banging</i> on the door, he was bringing his things into a room, setting them near a bed that seemed like it was the least likely to have been claimed.
The girl was <i>begging</i>, and oh lord, she sounded like a crazy girl he had once dated. At least her powers obviously weren't anything that could get her through the cracks in a door like his ex's had been, but the poor guy inside the bathroom must have been pretty terrified right about now. Trying to figure out what to do to maybe try and mediate the situation, he headed back into the living room.
She was even dragging her nails into the door, he noticed with a raised eyebrow. Walking over to her, he knelt beside her, placing an hand hesitantly on to her shoulder.
"The name's Raphaël. I'm going to be staying with you here, and um... Would you like some tea or something? Your voice sounds a little hoarse..." It didn't really, just maybe she hopefully cared enough about how she presented herself to take the offer up. "You're going to chip your nails doing that too."
It was probably the stupidest offer in the world, but maybe if he offered, the guy inside the bathroom could have a window of opportunity to slink out.
She continued dragging her nails down the door. “Vanya! My darling brother! Open this door! I-I know you did not mean it!! Y-you are going to be married to us, right?! S-so you could not have meant it that way, r-right!?”
Why was he always like this?? Why did he always play these cruel games?
“Wh-why, Vanya?” She fought to keep the whimper out of her voice as she gave the door another bang with on hand, hearing a crack!, and another clawing with the other, feeling the wood curl under her fingernails as she did so.
Then there was a hand on her shoulder, causing her to freeze and whip around to face the fourth roommate, eyes narrowing.
"The name's Raphaël. I'm going to be staying with you here, and um... Would you like some tea or something? Your voice sounds a little hoarse..."
She felt rage start to churn deep inside, mixing in with the desperation and sadness and I just want to marry Vanya is that really too much to ask for??
“You’re going to chip your nails doing that, too.”
What the hell kind of nerve did he think he had!? She slapped his hand away, glaring. “No, thank you, but I am quite busy here as I am certain you can see, so if you do not mind. My bpat’ is very stubborn.” She banged the door with each accented word, hearing small cracks.
Post by theoxymoron on Jan 18, 2011 14:14:03 GMT -5
Looking around, Raivis finally noticed that he had company in the bathroom. It was the tall one, actually. The one who was amused when he first started freaking out. Something about his amusement and the timing told Raivis that he probably had something to do with the horrible hallucinations.
Just as he was figuring this out, the boy was his with a wave of raw desperation, fear, and anger. A wave strong enough to send him sliding to the ground, clutching his head in agony. Who was who? He could feel all the emotions battling for dominance in his head, as if it was a free-for-all drunken brawl going on inside there. He was so lost that he couldn't even hear his own agonized whimpering.
Another wave of anger. Through the haze of pain he could tell it was coming from Natalia. Had the new comer made her angry?
It didn't matter. Not really, anyways. He just wanted the pain to stop.
"Sh-She's a-a-angry.." he managed to choke out, thinking that his bathroom companion may want a heads up.
"... I think the door's starting to crack." Ivan gulped. He heard the short boy say something, though he didn't hear the words in the middle of this mess.
"You don't happen to have transportation powers or anything, do you?" he asks the boy, though if he did, he probably would've disappeared long ago, "Do you know any way to get out of here? This door's not going to last."
Ivan felt like having a panic attack. No, not now, school hadn't even really begun yet and he wishes he could just break the wall and get out of here... Wait a second. The wall to the right should be the closest to the outdoors, right?
He pulls out a pipe from his coat. God, he must be really desperate to do this, and he is. It's either this or Natalia breaking in and using her knives to manipulate his body and the last time it happened... Ivan shuddered at the memory. Taking a deep breath, he started to slam the tile wall down with his pipe. He doesn't care if it'll get him into trouble, so long as he escapes and find some tunnel to sleep in.
Whack. Whole squares of tile fall off, showing the wooden structure of the wall. Whack. Some more tile falls off, almost big enough for a head to come through.
He hears the door creak again in pain, and whacks again. This time it punches a hole through the wall. And there was light coming through. Sunlight. There is a chance for him to escape. Ivan whacks again, frantically, not caring that the pipe would probably be bent by the end (he had three more in his coat anyway.) He'll run away and sleep in a tunnel under the dorm that's farthest from here. Da, there may be a chance for him to survive after all.
Well yes, of course, it was quite easy to see that the young girl was obviously quite 'busy'. Busy trying to... Wait, had she said her brother was in the restroom? And then something about... marriage? This is what he got for not paying enough attention, Raphaël figured, and it was a little frustrating. He had no idea what in the hell a bpat' was though, and he rose to his feet again, brushing off the bottom of his jeans.
There was a whimpering from the bathroom now. Whoever she was trying to get after, he really, really felt bad for them now. It wasn't as if his powers were really that helpful in this situation... Whatever this situation was. He placed a hand on his chin, stroking it as he looked at the door back to the young girl...
"Well, if there's anything I could do to help..."
Wait, what was he saying? She seemed obviously like the crazy one... Well, crazy people needed some help too sometimes! Just... Not when they were attempting to bust down doors, really. This was obviously quite the struggle in morals for him. The poor damsel in distress on her knees or... whoever else there was exactly?
It wasn't like Raphaël exactly had anything else going on.
He banged on the door frame, above Natalia, standing off to the side still.
"Are you okay in there though? Do I need to go get a teacher?"
The Luxembourger had a feeling it'd be a very long time before he got a grasp of the situation at hand.
“Well, if there’s anything I can do to help…” The young man said, though he did not sound so sure.
“Of course there is. Shut your trap and leave me be! This is a personal matter, and it is none of your concern!” She snapped, turning back to resume her assault on the door.
He asked Vanya if they’d need a teacher. Like hell! Last thing she needed was someone else getting in her way. In her anger, she slammed her fist against the door again, hearing it crack. She gave a small victorious cry and continued until--
She heard clattering from inside the bathroom and froze. What was that? “V-Vanya?? What are you doing? Vanya? Y-you’re not leaving, are you?” She paused, ear against the door, eyes widening. What was he doing? “Vanya!” She cried, trying to keep the desperation in her voice… out of her voice. “Wh-why, Vanya? Why do you always play these horrid games? Do you not realize how much I love you? How much it hur-- upsets me? How much easier it would be i-if you would just… would just….” She rested her forehead against the door, her voice breaking as she said quietly, “I just do not understand…”
Post by theoxymoron on Jan 24, 2011 14:17:44 GMT -5
Transportation powers? Transportation powers? If he had transportation powers, he would already be out of his godforsaken dorm room. At least his larger roommate was working on an escape route.
”I-I’m an e-e-empath.” He mumbled quietly, still clutching his head in agony. Oh god, he was going to go insane, wasn’t he? Natalia was just so angry, so desperate, so in love. It was painful, almost disgusting even. At least the newcomer was fairly calm. Just that little bit of serenity gave Raivis something to cling to in his fear. Well, not physically cling. But mentally. It was almost like a beacon of light in a haze of dark emotions.
He looked over at Ivan and his bashing of the wall, suddenly curious as to how he even acquired a pipe. Sure, he was wearing a large coat, but he didn’t think it had enough room to hold something that large. Maybe he had some power, other than illusions, that could warp space and time. Something like a hammerspace. Well, that’s what made sense to the agonized boy.
Oh, how the mind tends to wander when you’re in a situation you wish you really weren’t a part of. After he got out of this bathroom, Raivis was definitely going to march (or stumble) straight to the office and demand (beg) to be put in a new room. Hopefully they would be gentle and allow him to move in with some more reasonable people.
Ivan is going to get out of here. He is going to get out of this side of the earth and live with a pack of dogs if he must.
And then he hears the desperation in Natashka's voice as she pleads. He stops and some bathroom tiles shatter upon contact with the bathtub. Why does this always happen? Why does he seem to be stuck in this never-ending cycle of trying to help a person only to get rejected, and then try to escape from Natashka and/or Nikita's grasp.
Ivan whacks the wall one more time, halfheartedly. Even if he does escape this time and survives, what will he have to do next time? Dig a tunnel out of a closet again? Knock a fisherman out of consciousness so take his boat down a river? (Ivan still feels guilty for the fisherman, hopefully the guy didn't get any brain damage.) And what if there was no way out next time? Ivan is lucky that this dorm is on ground level and he can see the grass swaying lazily with the wind.
He tries to stick his head out, but a pain on his skull and a odd sound stops him and makes him recoil. The grass was gone now; it was an illusion. His illusion. He still didn't have enough power to truly see what's real or not, can he? No, instead of the outdoors, waiting for him to squeeze out and join, there was plumbing. Plumbing all around the wall with dented pipes from what Ivan had done.
A small spray of water almost hits Ivan on the eye. He blinks and rubs it off. He's going to have to pay for this by working, isn't he? Well, at least it was only small leakage.
And that's when more water started pouring out, erratic and almost bouncing on contact with the broken bathroom tile. Then another leak, and another. And oh dear, a whole bunch of water was now gushing out into the bathtub and onto the bathroom floor. Ivan is truly stuck now, for there wasn't any way that the other walls could lead a way out of here, and the whole dorm might end up flooding and he'll have to go out the door where... where Natashka was scratching and the door and floor like a desperate cat. And when he does come out through the door...
No, he can't have that happen. But he's stuck. Stuck with nowhere to run or hide. Unless... unless...
Ivan throws the pipe in his hands onto the floor. He won't be needing it after this. He won't be needing anything. He gets himself into the bathtub, where hot water was still pouring down at a fast rate and started to pray, his head barely above the near-scalding temperature.
"Dear Heavenly Father, Merciful Lord, forgive me for the action I am going to commit, but there is no other alternative for me in this situation..."
Ivan sinks his head into the water slowly but steadily.
Why wouldn’t he just stop? Why couldn’t he just stop running, stop rejecting, stop playing these fucking games?
She could feel the tears fall as she slammed her head against the door, causing a cracking dent at the impact. Everything always hurt so much, and all it would take was him finally stopping his games and just marrying her already.
“I love you, Vanya,” she whimpered. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” She slammed her fist against the door again, hearing the cracks as it was giving way to her strength. “I love you!” She called to him, hearing nothing, no response.
Her heart stopped. There was silence? Why?
“V-Vanya??”
Water? She could hear water. Her voice grew shrill. “Vanya?” She raised her head from the door, pressing her ear to it. Had he…? “Vanya! A-are you still there? What are you doing?” Was he making her believe he wasn’t there? No, he’d never done that to her before. “Vanya!” She shrieked, pounding again, the door breaking even more.
Finally she stood up and issued one last blow against the door, it breaking inwards. “Vanya?” She pushed the door out of her way and her heart stopped again as she beheld what was happening before her.
Her voice was far more shrill when she shrieked this time. “Vanya!” She ran forward, her heart pounding, trying to get to him as soon as possible. She slipped on the water, falling forward, her forehead nearly missing the bathtub. She scrambled to sit up, crawling forward to hoist herself up by the side of the bathtub, desperately calling her brother’s name in her panic. “Vanya!” She was soaked as she reached her arms in, begging her strength not to give out as she started to grasp for him in her desperate attempt to pull him out of the water. What was he even doing??