[...yeah. Guzma saw all that shit earlier, and he felt his chest tense up and his stomach bottom out and the need to just run away from this all, so...
It's really just time to channel all of this into anger, right? So he skips out on the emergency meeting and just goes down to the gym, where he just... punches the punching bag. He punches it a lot, trying to just... clear his mind. It's not working, though. He keeps thinking about the shadow, the fact that it's definitely in the walls, the fact that three people have died so far this week and there will probably be more come Friday, if the pattern holds, the fact that he's terrified but he doesn't want to admit it, he's not supposed to be afraid of anything, he's not afraid, he's not afraid, they're all going to die, he's not afraid, he's not afraid...
It's a long time before he registers how much his knuckles are stinging and the fact that he's left a bunch of bloody spots on the punching bag, and he hasn't quite gotten to the point where his brain is acknowledging that this is a problem. Oh. His knuckles... um. How long has he even been at this?
Tapu Koko. Man. Okay. So uh. Maybe sometime after dinner the door of Room 24 is kind of absentmindedly open, where he can be seen trying to move his bed into the middle of the room instead of against the wall, but his hands aren't... cooperating. For obvious reasons.]
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It's really just time to channel all of this into anger, right? So he skips out on the emergency meeting and just goes down to the gym, where he just... punches the punching bag. He punches it a lot, trying to just... clear his mind. It's not working, though. He keeps thinking about the shadow, the fact that it's definitely in the walls, the fact that three people have died so far this week and there will probably be more come Friday, if the pattern holds, the fact that he's terrified but he doesn't want to admit it, he's not supposed to be afraid of anything, he's not afraid, he's not afraid, they're all going to die, he's not afraid, he's not afraid...
It's a long time before he registers how much his knuckles are stinging and the fact that he's left a bunch of bloody spots on the punching bag, and he hasn't quite gotten to the point where his brain is acknowledging that this is a problem. Oh. His knuckles... um. How long has he even been at this?
Tapu Koko. Man. Okay. So uh. Maybe sometime after dinner the door of Room 24 is kind of absentmindedly open, where he can be seen trying to move his bed into the middle of the room instead of against the wall, but his hands aren't... cooperating. For obvious reasons.]