#infectedhunter

I will be offline for today again and I dunno when I'll be getting back. Love you! :3

//Simply put, Jean always wanted siblings and if his mom had made it to the walls with him, then he would have had a younger sister. 

Jean wished he could say his day started out shitty, but it had been his entire week so far. Things just didn't work like they were supposed to. He dropped his iPod and it wasn't like he could run to a Wal-Mart or Best Buy to get a new one. The pipes in his building burst and they wouldn't be able to replaced it for a while, so there was no staying at his apartment. But he found the worst part was that he had run out of essentials - meaning he had no sleeping pills left. Not the extra strength that had him out just in time to lay down, or the little ones that he took hours before going to bed because they took forever to kick in. Without them, he dreamed. He knew he dreamed, he just, could never remember them. So he started staying up, not letting himself fall asleep because he knew it'd be the same as it always was. He had reached the point where he'd considered using the tranquilizers he kept on hand for when he was in dire straits. Jean figured he was reaching that point now. Then he'd been drafted for a runs and just when he started thinking it wouldn't be so bad - the run was pretty uneventful and they found a good stash of medication and he'd found a couple bottles of sleeping pills - things got even worse. They were less than three miles away from the safety of the walls when they were blindsided by a horde. There was no staying quiet and they fired around after round, though in the chaos, no one knew if they were being killed by zeds or friendly fire. Jean remembered something slamming into him, hitting his head too hard and blacking out. When he came to, Marley, a girl who'd been in his group, was laying on him, her body torn apart and a bullet hole in her head. He was covered in blood and gore, and he didn't want to know who. He just stood and grabbed as much as he could and ran back, only stopping when he'd almost been shot by the wall guard. He had to debrief on the mission failure before he was allowed to go home and clean his comrades off of himself. By then, he really just wanted to sleep, all around too weary to do anything else. Emotionally, mentally, physically... he was completely drained and wouldn't mind spending the next week in a coma. But he wasn't going to get that either. The pills he had found were ruined, covered in blood because the bottle was busted and it's contents unusable. He could take one, yes, but he might as well just go jump off a building for all it would do to him. Either way he'd die from it. And while he decided it was a tempting ideas, Jean stood and did what he probably should have done days before. Grabbing the sedative, he made himself comfortable, propped up against his two pillows and pressed the needle to his arm, letting the effects lull him to sleep while the object fell to the floor with a heavy sound...

It is. I'll send you a picture on Skype in uno momento.

Maybe. Because normally I can still function on a few hours, but because of my jaw, I couldn't even think straight and woke up more than usual... So maybe...

Oh, yes, that goes without saying. And then as soon as that's done, she'd be on to Eren. Erwin might be a bit more willing so she'd save him for later.

but if everyone were to be up to it, i wouldn't object. I still wanna play the attack on titan game with everyone sometime. XD