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sticksandbones2023-12-15 04:15 pm
lupusxylem) wrote in sticksandbones2023-12-15 04:15 pm
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Despite all my rage I'm something something rat
Who: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood had a fight with hisboyfriend Vash and processing emotions is hard when you never learned how to
When: Backdated Dec 11th between weed log and that same evening
Where: Rage room in the Therapy Building
Warnings: cw: intentional physical self harm/blood, drug use, destruction of things, and also Wolfwood's potty mouth
[Do you ever just wake up one morning and say to yourself "What am I willing to put up with today?"
Yeah, well. That's been Wolfwood's entire day so far. He could make a fair argument for how he's felt since he's shown up in the Grove, but even he knows it wouldn't be fair to blame the other transplants for his misfortunes. They've all- largely- been his own fault. Whether it be through deliberate choice or accidental, it just comes with the territory of being the kind of person he is. And back when he and Vash clashed the last time, they didn't have space to cool off. Not when you're traveling together on an inhospitable planet, and breaking off simply isn't an option. The constant back-to-back disasters happening without a chance to breathe inbetween sort of got in the way too, and speedran any sort of actual meaningful conversations that could take place, much less closure.
Say you need therapy without saying you need therapy, etc.
Wolfwood, naturally, does not intend to partake in anything of the sort. If someone here asked him who he was and what he did for a living, he'd fall back on the usual: He is a Priest who travels a deserted planet spreading the good word to those who are left. An Undertaker, whose responsibility it is to do the work most are too squeamish to handle. None of this is entirely the truth, but it isn't exactly a total lie, either. Thus, the Therapy building is not someplace Wolfwood goes for any real help, but to just get away. The Inn is too crowded, the town a constant risk of running into someone he doesn't want to talk to. The woods...he can't go back in there, even if they'd be a perfect place to isolate.
Why not just stay in his room, then? He's self destructing, that's why-
The building, for a mercy, seems empty upon entry. He knows that probably isn't true, but if he can slip somewhere quiet unnoticed, all the better. The Punisher has been left behind in his room so it's just him as he pokes his head into the paint room, the library, the physical room...why does it feel like he's walked into a daycare.
But then he comes upon the "rage room". It isn't immediately clear what it's supposed to be at first, and because of that, he almost looks at it and then leaves like he did with the rest. It's weirdly pristine, yet makes no sense with the random assortment of furniture and breakable things laying about. He lingers in the doorway, trying to make sense of what he's seeing, until he spots a lone sledgehammer in the center of the room.
...and so he enters, closing the door behind him.
It doesn't take long for instinct and the desire to rip shit apart with his bare hands to take effect, as anyone entering the therapy building will soon find out. Someone is Very Much using that room right now, if the sound of shattering glass and things being beaten within an inch of their inanimate lives are anything to go by. Wolfwood has taken up that sledgehammer and is breaking apart everything in the room that isn't nailed down. But that isn't all he's doing. He will, at times, take up pieces of not-yet-broken ceramic, or even shards of glass that have already come off other things, and break them with his bare hands. Nothing is off limits, and nothing is too dangerous for him to handle.
It's why he's doing all of this with a strange vial clenched between his teeth, still sealed at the end. All of this has a purpose, so that if/when his injuries from what he's doing become actually severe, he hits the panic button and breaks the glass with his teeth. Otherwise, though? If all it amounts to are some surface level cuts and gashes...he probably won't actually use it at all.
Knowing him though, that's not going to be all it is.]
What: Wolfwood had a fight with his
When: Backdated Dec 11th between weed log and that same evening
Where: Rage room in the Therapy Building
Warnings: cw: intentional physical self harm/blood, drug use, destruction of things, and also Wolfwood's potty mouth
[Do you ever just wake up one morning and say to yourself "What am I willing to put up with today?"
Yeah, well. That's been Wolfwood's entire day so far. He could make a fair argument for how he's felt since he's shown up in the Grove, but even he knows it wouldn't be fair to blame the other transplants for his misfortunes. They've all- largely- been his own fault. Whether it be through deliberate choice or accidental, it just comes with the territory of being the kind of person he is. And back when he and Vash clashed the last time, they didn't have space to cool off. Not when you're traveling together on an inhospitable planet, and breaking off simply isn't an option. The constant back-to-back disasters happening without a chance to breathe inbetween sort of got in the way too, and speedran any sort of actual meaningful conversations that could take place, much less closure.
Say you need therapy without saying you need therapy, etc.
Wolfwood, naturally, does not intend to partake in anything of the sort. If someone here asked him who he was and what he did for a living, he'd fall back on the usual: He is a Priest who travels a deserted planet spreading the good word to those who are left. An Undertaker, whose responsibility it is to do the work most are too squeamish to handle. None of this is entirely the truth, but it isn't exactly a total lie, either. Thus, the Therapy building is not someplace Wolfwood goes for any real help, but to just get away. The Inn is too crowded, the town a constant risk of running into someone he doesn't want to talk to. The woods...he can't go back in there, even if they'd be a perfect place to isolate.
Why not just stay in his room, then? He's self destructing, that's why-
The building, for a mercy, seems empty upon entry. He knows that probably isn't true, but if he can slip somewhere quiet unnoticed, all the better. The Punisher has been left behind in his room so it's just him as he pokes his head into the paint room, the library, the physical room...why does it feel like he's walked into a daycare.
But then he comes upon the "rage room". It isn't immediately clear what it's supposed to be at first, and because of that, he almost looks at it and then leaves like he did with the rest. It's weirdly pristine, yet makes no sense with the random assortment of furniture and breakable things laying about. He lingers in the doorway, trying to make sense of what he's seeing, until he spots a lone sledgehammer in the center of the room.
...and so he enters, closing the door behind him.
It doesn't take long for instinct and the desire to rip shit apart with his bare hands to take effect, as anyone entering the therapy building will soon find out. Someone is Very Much using that room right now, if the sound of shattering glass and things being beaten within an inch of their inanimate lives are anything to go by. Wolfwood has taken up that sledgehammer and is breaking apart everything in the room that isn't nailed down. But that isn't all he's doing. He will, at times, take up pieces of not-yet-broken ceramic, or even shards of glass that have already come off other things, and break them with his bare hands. Nothing is off limits, and nothing is too dangerous for him to handle.
It's why he's doing all of this with a strange vial clenched between his teeth, still sealed at the end. All of this has a purpose, so that if/when his injuries from what he's doing become actually severe, he hits the panic button and breaks the glass with his teeth. Otherwise, though? If all it amounts to are some surface level cuts and gashes...he probably won't actually use it at all.
Knowing him though, that's not going to be all it is.]
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Isn't that what plants are supposed to do anyway? They make, uh... air.
[Certified Idiot Moment™]
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