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spacer.pngEkram

The Wronged

Stats: Charm +1, Cool +0, Sharp +1, Tough +2, Weird -1

Harm: ○○○ / ○○○○

Unstable: 

Luck:  ●●●●●○○

Exp:  ●●●●

Playbook Moves

I Know My Prey

DIY Surgery

Never Again!

Trust Your Gut (alt Weird)

Invincible

 

A Vacation From This Vacation

Burn units. Not a fun place for anyone to be. Ice soaks, skin grafts, sweltering heat at all hours. In no universe is this the way Ekram wanted to spend his break but life rarely asks what you want out of it. Worse even than the pain and the medications and the hourly vitals checks is the cancellation of his trip back home. He'd explained to his mother about the fire, about being caught in the flames helping people escape. Nothing about monsters, but enough truth to make it easy on his lips. The first time he wouldn't be home to see her on break since he started at Oxford, and it wears on him during his hospital stay. Visitations had been limited due to infection risk and he did little to break from that once he'd been released back to the dorms. Phone ignored, purposeful solo treks away from campus to avoid any unsolicited door knocking. And his art, work that wasn't for any assignment and would likely never see the light of day, had become...decidedly morbid. Dark even for him, with undertones that would draw a raised eyebrow from even the most stoic critic.

The meeting at the Eagle and Child was the first he'd seen of most of the OUMHS crew since the whole dragr hunt came to its heated conclusion, and he was made to understand that the meeting was expressly 'mandatory'. Ekram's preference for hoodies had seen particular attention since his return to campus, and it doesn't take a genius to connect that with his newly acquired scarring. Neck, shoulder, jawline, right arm to the elbow. There had been more but those areas proved most resistant to healing, and the skin felt tight in patches across that landscape. He was never going to win any beauty pageants, and scars aren't new to him by any means, but something about the event had been so harrowing as to mark more than his flesh. He was reserved, somber, which might not seem a huge change to the outside viewer but for those who know him the difference is clear.

"Evil has its own schedule." He mutters the words over the rim of the glass, something floral and botanically fragrant without a hint of alcohol to give it kick. He is still working his way through the pain pills the doctors assigned, not that he relied on alcohol much before. The fingers on his left hand twitch, forefinger crossing over middle, in a motion that would generally impeded by a cigarette. He hadn't smoked one in near a month, truth be told. The hospital wouldn't have it, and the heat of lighting them made his cheek twitch, so he'd left the same half-empty pack in his pocket without a drag taken. Swallowing deep of the libation, he studies Hal from across the room. As one who got it nearly, if not entirely, as bad during the dragr scrap Ekram had wondered how Hal was faring with the fallout.

"Alice would say she is where she needs to be when she needs to be there." In fact, he's pretty sure he's heard he say exactly that more than once. Annika's jest about Hitler does send his thoughts on a spiral, though. How many famous people out there might be monsters? Sure, Hitler and Jim Jones and Elizabeth Bathory are easy go-to's because they're obvious evil. What about Bill Clinton? Or Oded Fehr? Or all of the Beatles? Could they put on a zombie reunion show, and if they did how many people would pay absurd amounts to go see it?

"Doc...you heard anything about this?"

OOC Stuff

Song felt appropriate.

In Brief

spacer.pngEkram

The Wronged

Stats: Charm +1, Cool +0, Sharp +1, Tough +2, Weird -1

Harm: ○○○ / ○○○○

Unstable: 

Luck:  ●●●●●○○

Exp:  ●●●●

Playbook Moves

I Know My Prey

DIY Surgery

Never Again!

Trust Your Gut (alt Weird)

Invincible

 

A Vacation From This Vacation

Burn units. Not a fun place for anyone to be. Ice soaks, skin grafts, sweltering heat at all hours. In no universe is this the way Ekram wanted to spend his break but life rarely asks what you want out of it. Worse even than the pain and the medications and the hourly vitals checks is the cancellation of his trip back home. He'd explained to his mother about the fire, about being caught in the flames helping people escape. Nothing about monsters, but enough truth to make it easy on his lips. The first time he wouldn't be home to see her on break since he started at Oxford, and it wears on him during his hospital stay. Visitations had been limited due to infection risk and he did little to break from that once he'd been released back to the dorms. Phone ignored, purposeful solo treks away from campus to avoid any unsolicited door knocking. The meeting at the Eagle and Child was the first he'd seen of most of the OUMHS crew since the whole dragr hunt came to its heated conclusion, and he was made to understand that the meeting was expressly 'mandatory'.

Ekram's preference for hoodies had seen particular attention since his return to campus, and it doesn't take a genius to connect that with his newly acquired scarring. Neck, shoulder, jawline, right arm to the elbow. There had been more but those areas proved most resistant to healing, and the skin felt tight in patches across that landscape. He was never going to win any beauty pagents, and scars aren't new to him by any means, but something about the event had been so harrowing as to mark more than his flesh. He was reserved, somber, which might not seem a huge change to the outside viewer but for those who know him the difference is clear.

"Evil has its own schedule." He mutters the words over the rim of the glass, something floral and botanically fragrant without a hint of alcohol to give it kick. He is still working his way through the pain pills the doctors assigned, not that he relied on alcohol much before. The fingers on his left hand twitch, forefinger crossing over middle, in a motion that would generally impeded by a cigarette. He hadn't smoked one in near a month, truth be told. The hospital wouldn't have it, and the heat of lighting them made his cheek twitch, so he'd left the same half-empty pack in his pocket without a drag taken. Swallowing deep of the libation, he studies Hal from across the room. As one who got it nearly, if not entirely, as bad during the dragr scrap Ekram had wondered how Hal was faring with the fallout.

"Alice would say she is where she needs to be when she needs to be there." In fact, he's pretty sure he's heard he say exactly that more than once. Annika's jest about Hitler does send his thoughts on a spiral, though. How many famous people out there might be monsters? Sure, Hitler and Jim Jones and Elizabeth Bathory are easy go-to's because they're obvious evil. What about Bill Clinton? Or Oded Fehr? Or all of the Beatles? Could they put on a zombie reunion show, and if they did how many people would pay absurd amounts to go see it?

"Doc...you heard anything about this?"

OOC Stuff

Song felt appropriate.

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