Well then. It does get worse. GREAT

Live was playing some melodramatic music and working on a journal page when there was a knock at her door. She groaned and pushed herself up to her feet. She had no clue who would be bothering her at room this late at night since she basically had zero friends on campus except...

She opened the door and there stood Red. She rolled her eyes, "Of course." She turned her back, leaving the door open for him to enter or say his piece and the peace. "What do you need?" She said walking back to the kitchen table which had her sketchbook, journal and a crap ton of paper scraps and other random things covering it.

Well, this was not what Live was expecting to walk in her door. She had heard some people talking about shit that had happened at the party but she had honestly paid little attention to it. Not because she didn't care about her friend (despite what rolling eyes would say) more than she just figured if people had something they wanted her to know about, they would tell her. Which was happening now so...

Her eyes narrowed and she turned back around to face him. She was about to tell him to shut the door so they could talk about his emotional problems when he started screaming about rocks. She stared at his arm in silence for a moment, the wheels turning behind her empty gray eyes, behind finally speaking, her words carefully chosen.

"First off, everyone doesn't hate you. I don't hate you. There are literally billions of people on the planet who don't even know you exist. Therefore, everyone doesn't hate you. Some people might. But not everyone."

"Second, I've been keeping up with this illness and as far as I have read, your arms growing rocks isn't a symptom. Unless..." Her eyes narrowed and she took a step closer, her eyes locked on Stefan's arms, "It's a powers malfunction..."

Live rubbed her face, "You...need to calm down. I can't do anything for you unless you get ahold of yourself. You have not ruined your life. You made a dumb choice. I've made a million! Geez man! Stop throwing yourself such a pity party and calm the fuck down!"

At this point, Live was being affected by Stefan's panic. She wanted to stay calm and assist somehow but clearly, that was not something she was going to be able to do because...because Live knew the feeling of just wanting to be happy. She knew just how Red felt right now and she didn't really know how to make that feeling go away except to just drink and smoke and pretend those bad things didn't exist.

Live let out a heavy sigh. She knew just how he felt. That level of hopelessness. She had been there. She had been there and worse. But the thing was when she had hit the bottom and looked up at how far she had fallen, she had gotten right back up. She refused to let life beat her like it beat her mother and her brother.

Of course, she was still pretty depressed and, at this point, her counselor had let her know she was classified as an alcoholic but she was still alive. That was all that she wanted. At least for now. Oh yeah...that and Loveless.

When is skin started breaking open and she saw the lava within, her eyes grew big, "Uh yeah...okay let's uh..nurse now." She said grabbing her purse and waving Red out the door. If he was about to turn into a lava monster it sure as hell wasn't gonna happen in her room.


((OOC: headed to bed now but I'll be back around tomorrow evening))

Live stared at him in disbelief. Just a moment ago, he was losing his shit and now he was like being all let's just wait this out.

"Seriously Red... Whatever this is, it could be dangerous. I have seen how out of control your powers can get and I.." She glanced back at her table with her journal and sketchbook, "I really don't want you burning my room down."