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thecapitol2014-06-26 04:36 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-26 04:36 pm
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Yes you are, my love, the astronaut, crashing in the name of science
Who| Initiate and OPEN.
What| Initiate is Not Okay and is being obvious about it. Do you wish to bug him? Make him pay for his kills? Kick him while he's down? Offer support????
Where| Around the tower.
When| Some days after he flips his shit and Eddie stops him here.
WARNINGS| Language. Drugs. Clawing up the self?
The noise, the... everything, it ain't gone. It's fuzzy and soft and there but out of reach. It's there but it doesn't touch him. Just a short while ago his own self would've looked down on something like this, but he? He's okay with it. He is O-motherfucking-kay. And frankly there ain't much what his old self would like of this all right now. But fuck that guy, right? He laughs. Yeah, fuck that guy.
He's been in his room for a while. He realised eventually that everything in there was broken to shit, but he couldn't remember doing it. Was he out of it? Was it someone else? He wasn't real sure until he started finding things missing. If it was him he'd have just left it broken. So someone else was here. He can't find it in himself to care.
For a while he just sat in the room they gave him and he spaced. He'd flow back and forth like waves on the shore, between tearing at the walls and himself, putting blood everywhere, smashing what ain't already broke, and then being perfectly motherfucking fine. He's just there. He's chill. What a great gift he's been given. A miracle. A precious thing. He'd have to thank Eddie later. Soon.
Finally, with the rolling around of one more day, he steps outside. They've given him armbands, his stylists, upon his request. Just like his old subjugglator uniform but more over, it helped hide marks. They eyed his paint funny because it's more messed than usual. But they didn't touch as they knew better and he left it as it was.
He reaches up every few second for the small gold goat skull hung from his neck. He doesn't think about what it means though. Today, he decides, he's just going to walk around. Maybe see who all else is here. Yeah... sounds bitchin'.
He walks like a ghost through the building.
What| Initiate is Not Okay and is being obvious about it. Do you wish to bug him? Make him pay for his kills? Kick him while he's down? Offer support????
Where| Around the tower.
When| Some days after he flips his shit and Eddie stops him here.
WARNINGS| Language. Drugs. Clawing up the self?
The noise, the... everything, it ain't gone. It's fuzzy and soft and there but out of reach. It's there but it doesn't touch him. Just a short while ago his own self would've looked down on something like this, but he? He's okay with it. He is O-motherfucking-kay. And frankly there ain't much what his old self would like of this all right now. But fuck that guy, right? He laughs. Yeah, fuck that guy.
He's been in his room for a while. He realised eventually that everything in there was broken to shit, but he couldn't remember doing it. Was he out of it? Was it someone else? He wasn't real sure until he started finding things missing. If it was him he'd have just left it broken. So someone else was here. He can't find it in himself to care.
For a while he just sat in the room they gave him and he spaced. He'd flow back and forth like waves on the shore, between tearing at the walls and himself, putting blood everywhere, smashing what ain't already broke, and then being perfectly motherfucking fine. He's just there. He's chill. What a great gift he's been given. A miracle. A precious thing. He'd have to thank Eddie later. Soon.
Finally, with the rolling around of one more day, he steps outside. They've given him armbands, his stylists, upon his request. Just like his old subjugglator uniform but more over, it helped hide marks. They eyed his paint funny because it's more messed than usual. But they didn't touch as they knew better and he left it as it was.
He reaches up every few second for the small gold goat skull hung from his neck. He doesn't think about what it means though. Today, he decides, he's just going to walk around. Maybe see who all else is here. Yeah... sounds bitchin'.
He walks like a ghost through the building.
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She brushes the dust off her legs as she rises and lifts a hand in parting, before disappearing back the way she came.