Underground is a scary place (opens)

[sylvain]

Sylvain thought he'd lost them. The shadows of men who were chasing. Now, now he was in a whole different sort of frenzy. Voices here were loud, angry, Sylvain was starting to feel anxious. Somethign was going to happen, someone was going to get hurt. No, that didn`t need to happen. The relocated frenchman lifted his hands to his ears, trying to block the voices, but of course that didn`t help at all. He backed away from the people as best as he could, that helped a little bit. Helped until he backed into a corner, and could go no further. His eyes darted left and right, what was with all the people, rush hour in the tube?

Shakily his hands dropped from his head, to the pockets of his military green jacket. They dug through bits of thigns in there, lint, coins, bills, a folding knife. He was looking for the joint he'd dropped in there before he'd left his flat. He wasn't coming up with it. Wait... His hand rested on something smooth and hard, his phone. He pulled it from his pocket and flipped it open, not even looking at it he pressed the button to open his address book, and pressed the green button. He was calling the first person on the list, he thought it was his 'buddy', who was his dealer. However, the first place on his list had been stolen from 'buddy', and taken by 'Autumn'.

Ring... Ring... Ring... pick up damnit. Sylvain was getting twitchy, feeling like he couldn't wait much longer. Where is that rat's... Deep breaths, in, out, in, out.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn was downtown, walking back from work when her cell began to ring, she pushed her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled the cell out and placed it to her ear, pressing the answer call button.

"hello?" She said, dodging and taking rest in a shop doorway, "It's Autumn, whose this?"

[sylvain]

Autumn? That wasn't who he had meant to call. Damn, why was she. Wait... Autumn, Buddy... He was beginning to see the problem here. Sylvain leaned hard against the corner, slumping until he was sitting on the floor. He was beginning to get terribly discouraged. It would be conveyed rather accurately in the almost haggard sound of his voice over the phone.

"Autumn? I, uh, sorry... I didn't mean... I gotta go..."

He didn't really have to go, but the reception was pretty bad, considering he was underground. Trapped in a concrete box... Screaming trains flying by... He pulled the phone slightly from his ear, his eyes tightly closed as he shouted.

"SHUT IT"

[~Autumn Walker~]

"Sylvain?" Autumn answered and could tell by his voice he was stressed. Something was wrong. She heard a noise, was that the subway? She was on her way there, just finished work and was heading home.

"Sylvain?! whats wrong? where are you?" She asked, pleading almost, he sounded so lost, so confused.

[sylvain]

~look at that freak~shut what~get a job~
Thoughts were flooding his mind, not very pleasent ones. Was nobody in this city compassionate? was nobody in his mind in the least considerate? He felt so little really. He wsn't on the verge of a breakdown or anything, no tears were filling his eyes. He had lived with this for a long time, and he was prepared to live with it for a while longer. The phone had been away from his ear, and when he put it back he got 'what's wrong, where are you?'.

"the... uh, underground"

He was retreating inside, pulling himself together. Voices, angry, complacent, anxious. Listen to the voices, but stop caring. Hard shell, like that on the back of a turtle.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn pulled herself out of the shop doorway and picke dup pace, running toward the underground, pushing people out of her way as she clutched tightly to her phone.

"Sylvain, keep talking to me, focus on my voice...no one elses..." Autumn moved through the subway barriars and pushed her ticket through, moving down to the central line.

"Where in the subway?" Autumn asked, standing on the steps looking around. Then, she saw him, huddled in a corner. People were passing him by, ignoring him, some giving him filthy looks. She pushed through some people and clicked her phone shut and pushed it back into her pocket as her heels clicked toward Sylvain. She skidded down beside him, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"What happened?"

[sylvain]

Sylvain had smashed his phone on the wall behind him some minutes ago. Frustrated is all, that's how it went. Vocies stumbling over one another, trying to focus on one, whether it was real or not didn't seem to matter. His eyes were a bit hazed and he didn't react much to when autumn spoke. When she touched his shoulder, though, he jumped a bit and his head turned as he looked up at her.

"what... I just..."

He shook his head, it was still being flooded. Causing a sort of sensory overload. It happened sometimes that he freaked out, attacking people or acting violently. On occasion, however, it happened that too much was going on at once, and he started to shut down, like he was doing now.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn studied Sylvain, she had been in his very position before, overloaded by thoughts, voices that the only thing you could do was shut yourself down. Autumn acted quickly then, she grasped either side of Sylvains head and pressed her forehead against his, flooding her mind, her thoughts into his, so no others could get in.

Sylvain, listen to my voice, my voice alone.... She spoke to him, pushing out all the others, the noise, sharing her mental barriars with Sylvain, Mine is the only voice you need to hear

[sylvain]

He felt his head being tugged forward. There wasn't any resistance, but when his head tapped Autumns he blinked. This was... odd... It was probably her voice in his head that made him think it even more odd. It was, louder, or something. He didn't hear so much of the other voices, until he heard none at all. Were his thoughts even permitted in his head, with her's so prominant? He swallowed hard, and gave a bit of a nod. Her voice is the only one he needed to hear. But need never factored in before, had it?

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn opened up his mind, slipping her thoughts casually through until she found the small little glimmer of hope. She opened his mind up then, helping him build up metaphysical walls, hopefully one day he would be able to do it himself, but in the mean time Autumn was glad to help.

She pulled back, leaving his mind and trailed her finger tips down hisneck and shoulder before moving back slightly, trying to look into his eyes.

"It should be quiet now..."