[It's around lunchtime, when a familiar voice rings through the hall from the first floor. He sounds anguished, his voice raising in volume every time he yells the same thing, over and over. It's coming from one of the bathrooms, should you investigate, and the door is wide open showing Marco standing in front of the mirrors, his eyes wide... a certain kind of edge to his stare.]
Call Star!
[He yells this again, louder and more desperate than before. Nothing happens as it's been this entire time, and it causes him to let out a frustrated yell as he drives a fist right into the glass-- cracking it cleanly. He rests his forehead against the cool glass where the cracks don't reach, and tears start to slowly trickle down his cheeks as he mumbles something to himself, something that sounds like an apology, vaguely.]
[Later that evening, after the initial shock and hysterics have dumbed down Marco is in the art room. He's still on edge, his chest feeling tight ever since his hallucinations and every time he sees one of those elephants it only seems to feel even worse. But right now, there's none in the art room, and he needed a distraction badly.
So he has a large stack of different coloured construction paper next to him, along with some scissors and tape. He's cutting out a long strip of paper from one of them, and next to him is an unfinished garland, only about five rings long.
He seems pretty halfhearted at his project though, not even really bothering to make sure two colours don't touch as he tapes his now finished red strip to another red ring.]
just yknow seeing ur best friend die in ur head its nbd
[It's around lunchtime, when a familiar voice rings through the hall from the first floor. He sounds anguished, his voice raising in volume every time he yells the same thing, over and over. It's coming from one of the bathrooms, should you investigate, and the door is wide open showing Marco standing in front of the mirrors, his eyes wide... a certain kind of edge to his stare.]
Call Star!
[He yells this again, louder and more desperate than before. Nothing happens as it's been this entire time, and it causes him to let out a frustrated yell as he drives a fist right into the glass-- cracking it cleanly. He rests his forehead against the cool glass where the cracks don't reach, and tears start to slowly trickle down his cheeks as he mumbles something to himself, something that sounds like an apology, vaguely.]
[Later that evening, after the initial shock and hysterics have dumbed down Marco is in the art room. He's still on edge, his chest feeling tight ever since his hallucinations and every time he sees one of those elephants it only seems to feel even worse. But right now, there's none in the art room, and he needed a distraction badly.
So he has a large stack of different coloured construction paper next to him, along with some scissors and tape. He's cutting out a long strip of paper from one of them, and next to him is an unfinished garland, only about five rings long.
He seems pretty halfhearted at his project though, not even really bothering to make sure two colours don't touch as he tapes his now finished red strip to another red ring.]