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Coming Clean
WHO: Juston Seyfert
WHERE: Room 2101
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
Juston Seyfert shivered as he sat on the floor of his apartment. His brow dripping with sweat, messy long brown hair dripping dripping down over his eyes. He munched on some small powdered donuts as he awaited his guest. Powdered sugar sticking to his lips...
Being away from his family would have been hard enough on the lad, but having found himself stuck in a strange city surrounded by mutants, aliens, and various other superpowers seemed to make it worse. The fact that he himself may have joined these offered him little to no comfort. Just when he thought the side effect that had given him terrible migraines were under wraps.
Each headache, each bout of insomnia reminded him of his younger brother Chris. The condition the boy was living with, and was most likely going to kill him before his 13th birthday.
Just paused dropping the wrapper to his donuts. The floor of his room a mess of scattered nuts, bolts, and spare parts from his late assembly experiments. He turned his head to the door which was already half-open before shaking his head.
"I... I got to stop letting this get to me." he said. "I... I can't this thing, what ever he did to me get the better of me."
WHERE: Room 2101
WHEN: Thursday Afternoon
Juston Seyfert shivered as he sat on the floor of his apartment. His brow dripping with sweat, messy long brown hair dripping dripping down over his eyes. He munched on some small powdered donuts as he awaited his guest. Powdered sugar sticking to his lips...
Being away from his family would have been hard enough on the lad, but having found himself stuck in a strange city surrounded by mutants, aliens, and various other superpowers seemed to make it worse. The fact that he himself may have joined these offered him little to no comfort. Just when he thought the side effect that had given him terrible migraines were under wraps.
Each headache, each bout of insomnia reminded him of his younger brother Chris. The condition the boy was living with, and was most likely going to kill him before his 13th birthday.
Just paused dropping the wrapper to his donuts. The floor of his room a mess of scattered nuts, bolts, and spare parts from his late assembly experiments. He turned his head to the door which was already half-open before shaking his head.
"I... I got to stop letting this get to me." he said. "I... I can't this thing, what ever he did to me get the better of me."