( the day prior they had set a time and a place, and today, john has made the appointment and with time to spare. his personal schedule isn't exactly crowded, and even if it had been, he would have hastily cleared it as if with a violent sweep of an arm in order to be where he is now. the hunger is different than the illness he had faced when he had been away from the Institute for too long prior to becoming an avatar — then, he had felt confused and dizzy, his thoughts had clouded to the point of sluggishness, and he hadn't the faintest clue what the problem could be until elias had sent him a statement "to tide him over." but with his connection to the Eye far more profound and far more direct now, it affects him far more. the Eye may not be able to communicate directly, but it lets its desires known by way of the carrot and the stick. it tries to incentivize him by sharing in the profound satisfaction it feels in consuming fear, in consolidating knowledge, but by the same token it constricts the body and the mind as punishment when he abstains. his thoughts are scattered and indistinct; he's nauseous, his body aches as if wracked with fever, and he can't help his hands from shaking lightly as he sits at one of the benches in the park, waiting.
he shouldn't have let it get this bad. he usually doesn't — if he hadn't had the imminent promise of a voluntary verbal statement, he likely would have ended up wandering the streets of Highstorm last night in search of a suitable replacement. but he consoles himself that, yes, he wouldn't starve the two of them for too much longer.
seemingly in recognition of that promise, the Eye relents, and he breathes a sigh of relief as the symptoms momentarily abate.
he realizes he hadn't had the forethought to ask what his first volunteer looked like. hell... had he even asked him his name?
it's likely that he's thinking something along these lines, concern etched into his expression in a way that it looks like it's very familiar with, that dimitri comes across him, exactly when and where they had previously agreed upon. )
action | springstar | roughly mid-pelu
he shouldn't have let it get this bad. he usually doesn't — if he hadn't had the imminent promise of a voluntary verbal statement, he likely would have ended up wandering the streets of Highstorm last night in search of a suitable replacement. but he consoles himself that, yes, he wouldn't starve the two of them for too much longer.
seemingly in recognition of that promise, the Eye relents, and he breathes a sigh of relief as the symptoms momentarily abate.
he realizes he hadn't had the forethought to ask what his first volunteer looked like. hell... had he even asked him his name?
it's likely that he's thinking something along these lines, concern etched into his expression in a way that it looks like it's very familiar with, that dimitri comes across him, exactly when and where they had previously agreed upon. )