He's been sulking hard for hours and hours, enraged at this sham of an afterlife and very much wanting to be left alone, why are there other people in this house, he wants his own space and his own bed and his own rotty hell to languish in; he doesn't appreciate all these other people mucking it up for him. Though habitually snappish - touchy and traumatized, though he won't admit to the latter - Charles grows more and more belligerent, finding himself becoming even crabbier as the day goes on. It's an awful feeling, and he wants some candy and a book.
"Just everyone be quiet," he orders finally, some time after the sun has set. "I'm tired."
That's one of the worst realizations he's had today.
I'm tired, he thinks, awestruck, but it's not the good kind of awe. He kind of wants to punch himself in the face. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. He hadn't the need for sleep for decades, yet...
"Just leave me alone!" he says abruptly, shrill, and turns on his heel to stomp off and find some proper seclusion. He ends up squirreled away in the linens closet, nesting angrily and awkwardly amongst clean-smelling towels and sheets, and, rubbing his face against some terrycloth, closes his eyes and sighs.
Charles cries until he's too exhausted to move, thinks vaguely, 'I'll have a crick in my neck tomorrow morning,' and, for the first time in over a hundred years, properly falls asleep.
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charles / blood+ / reserved (finish)
First Person: Sample from a previous game.
Third Person: The first night is the worst.
He's been sulking hard for hours and hours, enraged at this sham of an afterlife and very much wanting to be left alone, why are there other people in this house, he wants his own space and his own bed and his own rotty hell to languish in; he doesn't appreciate all these other people mucking it up for him. Though habitually snappish - touchy and traumatized, though he won't admit to the latter - Charles grows more and more belligerent, finding himself becoming even crabbier as the day goes on. It's an awful feeling, and he wants some candy and a book.
"Just everyone be quiet," he orders finally, some time after the sun has set. "I'm tired."
That's one of the worst realizations he's had today.
I'm tired, he thinks, awestruck, but it's not the good kind of awe. He kind of wants to punch himself in the face. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. He hadn't the need for sleep for decades, yet...
"Just leave me alone!" he says abruptly, shrill, and turns on his heel to stomp off and find some proper seclusion. He ends up squirreled away in the linens closet, nesting angrily and awkwardly amongst clean-smelling towels and sheets, and, rubbing his face against some terrycloth, closes his eyes and sighs.
Charles cries until he's too exhausted to move, thinks vaguely, 'I'll have a crick in my neck tomorrow morning,' and, for the first time in over a hundred years, properly falls asleep.
OTHER
Housing Request?: n/a
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Absolutely yes!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Y, that's fine.
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1408 in Holly Heights, with a spouse slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!