#open thread.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝this room is closed for the next hour.❞ nora states with a faint hint of annoyance in her voice, her hands pulling from the keys to rest on her lap whilst she turns herself around slightly to gaze upon the person who entered the room. ❝oh, sorry . . i thought you were the custodian again.❞

The screeching of brakes; the sudden lurch to a full stop; the swaying at full speed. There's something about the L that's akin to a lullaby to an insomniac like Eoin. After forty hours, he finds himself tucked into a corner seat with no particular destination. It's a good escape from the cold and the motion of the cars, its gentle rocking back and forth, make him feel calm in ways that very few things could still.

The earphones in his ear are connected to the phone in his lap — both stolen at one point — and the hood of his green hooded vest, with all its holes, is pulled over his head and partially covers his face; there's the illusion of looking outside, watching the world pass by, when in reality, he finds himself losing consciousness more and more with each passing minute, every movement of the train. Every time the fight to open his eyes again gets harder, until finally he loses altogether.

He doesn't know how long he passed out for, but when he finally starts awake, it's not out of his own volition. Someone sits down next to him heavily, or loses their balance, whichever; all he knows is that he's suddenly heavily jostled by another person. And with his brain still mostly asleep, there's only one reaction.

A hand reaches out almost instantly, acid pouring from it reactively; a threat is registered, and instinct deals with it before the threat becomes immediate bodily harm. His mind is still catching up when he pushes the hood back a little, usual sharp blue eyes dazed and heavy-lidded, but acid just as potent as it would be were he properly awake.

And now he was caught in the middle of a fucking mess. 

--- They found a fucking bone in the yard? Why do I have the feeling that I’m the last person to hear that? Fuck. Am I an extra in Teen Wolf? Caralho, bando de gringo doido. --- Medina found himself utterly lost, in a school he knew nothing about, with people that knew each other almost all of their lives. Great. --- Hey, sorry, is everybody in this school insane, or we’re all trying our bests to deal with some kind of folie à deux?