Post by Jack McCarthy on Sept 5, 2016 18:07:21 GMT
Jack Shawn McCarthy
PLAY BY: Andrew Garfield.
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 22.
GENDER: Male,
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual,
POSITION: Vagabond
RACE: Registered human♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
He didn’t sleep these days, not if he could help it. Whenever he felt the slow creeping sense of droziness begin to overcome him, a shiver of fear would wash up and down his spine waves through the sand, because in a primal overly simplistic way of thinking; Tiredness just didn’t go away, it was beast that simply couldn't be neutralised. Sure you could hold it off for hours at a time… but eventually, Sleep is a demon that always won in the end. Jack McCarthy knew this better than most because when the haze over his mind became too heavy to fight off….Sleep didn’t come…
....The shadows did, thousands all feverly swarming like a swarm of ravenous locust rushing over his frail from with relish….
...Claws sharper than knives tearing open his skin like it was paper….
Impossibly strong and way too real hands gripping and tearing at his limbs…
….Fangs..
...Almost lustful feral animalistic hissing…
...And Jack would often walk up screaming bolt upright, gripping the earth from under him and his dilated eyes twisted in every direction trying to convince himself that he was somewhere...safe..he was away…
…..He wasn’t THERE….
How did he get there? Where was he before he was here? Even now Jack wasn’t sure...His memories of that place. Was hazy...he remembered where he was kept, he remembered…..what THEY did to them, but trying to recall the exact details….He couldn’t bring himself too….When it came to acute trauma….our most reliable asset is our own mind, when you’ve gone through the things Jack has his mind managed to lock away the bulk of the memories to preserve the rest of his sanity…
….Or what was left of it at least….His mind was bent out of shape but not broken. Sometimes he wished that wasn’t the case...locked in a cage for what felt like an eternity, tore apart and feasted on every single day...The more went on the more attractive the prospect of insanity really was, the door in the back of his, out of reality. An escape route, totally casting off lucid, rational thought and slipping entirely into his own little world…
Because clearly reality was too much for him to cope.
...But he didn’t, he got away? He couldn’t exactly recall how….After giving away pints of blood his mind and thoughts were fuzzy and disjointed, his instincts and body taking full control while he just went along for the ride.
It told him to run, so he did.
...When his head cleared….there he was for as far as he could remember out of his cage for the first time in his land.
...His legs lost their strength and his body gripped the grass and dirt as if making sure they were really there and Jack’s mind didn’t finally break
,,,,First came laughter, thick and incredulous first quiet then ripping out of him in loud almost incredulous insane pelts of laughter….
...Which soon turned into weeping.
Out of fear? Relief? He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure of anything really...He lived his entire life in a cage, he only fantasised about what the outdoors was like...He couldn’t read he couldn’t write. Why would he? His purpose in life was to be food after all, what use would any form of education be...But he did know one thing,,,He’d die before he went back♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Robbo
AGE GROUP: 23
EXPERIENCE: Awhile man
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