December 13th (Solo)

December 13th, 8:00PM

Bzzzzzzzzzzzz

Badump, badump, badump.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. BAM!

With his door shut, the sounds of the mansion continued to go about it's business as Hokee attempted to blur out the rest of the kids there. The annoying buzz from the florescent light above his bed droned on in attempts to one day become a bagpipe. To quiet but not quiet enough at the same time, he could hear the thudding of his heart in his chest along with the breaths he was taking. The padding of feet roaming up and down the halls seemed to constantly be proceeded or followed by the slamming of one door or another.

8:02PM

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

How long could he stare at the light above his head before his eyes would start to water? It was just a light, an annoying light that was either not clicked in all the way or on the verge of blowing out. Squinting into the light, the feeling of dry air coated over his eyeballs. A hidden twitch lurked in the corners, fighting against the urge to rebel against his current form of action. Will power, determination, stupidity.

Clink, thud, clunk, thud, clink.

Pealing from the light, his two eyes shifted towards the door. Mutants or not, some of the people that lived here were rather messed up. He couldn't tell for sure who it was in the hall, but the sounds didn't sound that welcoming, even if Taylor said no one who lived here would hurt anyone else living here. Doubts swam in his head still about that woman, he couldn't believe her words fully, not yet.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz z z zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

With a growl in the depths of his throat, Hokee's vision shifted from the door back to the light. He should have just left the light off, then he wouldn't have to hear the nonstop hiss from above his head. A rattle snake could produce sounds a bit more pleasing then the florescent light.

8:06 PM

Reaching over to the nightstand, his hand wrapped around the clock. The glow of the numbers etched a reflection into his palm. Giving a hefty yank, the clock was free from the wall. The chord dangled off to the side of his bed. Sitting up in his bed a bit more, the clock was soon airborne flying towards the buzzing light.

CRASH. Fzzzzzzz.

Engulfed in darkness, a hanging scent lingered above him. With a cough, Hokee rolled off the bed towards the window. Winter or not, he needed fresh air. Tugging at the window for a bit, he finally unlatch the lock and pushed it open. Cold air swept into the room as fresh air mingled with the toxic fumes of the light. Next time he would have to just throw the clock at the light switch instead.