18.Apr.13, 04:28 PM
His feet were heavy as he marched - more like stomped - down the halls, creating echoes. His normally passive personality seemed to have mutated into some monstrostity, because as passerbys glanced at his noisy walk with confusion, he shouted back at them "What are you looking at!". He arrived at a crafthall door in fast time, one he thought was S'kef's, and he looked at it for a whole fourty-three seconds. Just standing in front of the door, motionless, in a staring contest with the wood grain.
He fumbled his hands in the air, as if trying to open a latch that wasn't there. Try after try, he grasped the empty atmosphere, clutched, and yanked at the air. Next he swiped at the door but still missed just as he had before. "You open up right now!", he shouted at the door, and then in frustration, he bellowed, and kicked the door. His foot went through one side of the door, and returned with some shreds of wood caught in his long pants. But that hadn't brought him into the room that the door granted access too.
He tried to claw his way in through the hole he'd just made, using his fingers to try to tear out bits of the thin wood that made up the hollow door with scraping, groping, and punching motions.