Beacon, The Washroom - Tobias' Point of View (an hour later)
These people really drain my energy. Or do I get that sense that I just ran an unwilling marathon to get away from Jaune's inquisition? Running all the same is evil, but perhaps its that attitude which left me with such low stamina. I'll have to force myself into doing runs across the ground if I want to survive this place.
Shaking my head, I entered a stall and pressed my back to a stall wall. Removing a small box from my pocket, I open the container to reveal a few small bottles and a syringe.
For how long has this been my hidden desire? I don't need friends. I don't even need a brother, why do I keep bringing him up? My world is inside this box. Now I must be careful, if what I remember about chemistry and psychology is correct, when I'm at the greatest risk of overdose here than at home simply since I feel insecure here. Apparently, the insecure mentality should pressure me into that higher dosage... And I can't help but feel that I should do exactly that. But I know better than this... But what if I need more...
Stopping myself, palm of hand in face, I take a deep breath, and correct the dosage. This will kill me someday, I know it. Can I ween myself off? Lets try as of... Now.
Always use the repeating method of inhibition, that's one easy mandate I could adhere to. Placing the case and sufficiently filled syringe aside, I take off my shirt to quickly find a simple mechanism I installed onto my own skin: a needle, securely fixed to a vein with a disposable cap. Through the needle that I have embedded in me, I could inject whatever chemical for whatever purpose without pain or mistake. Opening the cap, I then moved to slowly begin injecting myself with that wonderful little liquid. Should I say that all my worries have just dissipated, something like snow in summer? Once finished, I choose not to linger, quickly cleaning up and putting my shirt back on. Walking up to the mirror, it seems that my very image also wishes to confront me.
Pale white skin, clad in black from head to toe with eyes that never seem to maintain the exact same color of brown. That's right. My preference to a dark palate had really been the only difference between us. How ironic. He was the day, and I am the night in the same way that Jaune would have gladly given his file to attend this school. I hate this place. Its not only where the eldest of us died, but where he met the person that would lead him to his death. I know it. And I know who held that dark compass. I'm not entirely blind.
Walking out of the washroom, I continued to ride my train of thought. It isn't every day that a person changes in nearly every way due to a third party's influence, and gets murdered exactly a week later. Ignoring those around me, including Jaune who I lost easily due to the number of students in the halls, I begin to look for some place to buy a set of school uniforms. There's no point on standing out or being ill prepared for class, sticking out like a sore thumb. Sure, today nearly nobody is wearing their associative uniforms, but if you fail to plan, then you plan to fail.
Snapping me out of my half lucid state of mind, came the sound of a nearby painful collision involving Weiss Schnee for the second time, a cart transporting an assortment of painfully heavy objects, and a young first year student. Keeping at a safe distance, I watched as Weiss's scroll slipped from her pocket after she fell, then being destroyed under one of the cart's wheels. Soon enough, the apologies were made in between the two students as they attempted to clean the mess. While neither of them were paying attention, I quickly swiped the device which had nearly been snapped in two, now nothing more than a bent and warped expensive bit of technology. Quickly making myself scarce, I begin my search for my dorm.
It may not be the best day for any of us, all senses of Deja Vu aside, but maybe I can achieve some good. Who knows, this bit of technology might be an effective trump card later on.