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thecapitol2014-11-17 08:12 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-17 08:12 pm
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I made a wreck of my hand, I put it through the wall
Who| Initiate and Nill
What| Initiate and Nill have a chat about how he's a moron.
Where| His room
When| after Initiate's fight with Karkat and Nill's intervention
WARNINGS| Initiate? Language.
What| Initiate and Nill have a chat about how he's a moron.
Where| His room
When| after Initiate's fight with Karkat and Nill's intervention
WARNINGS| Initiate? Language.
With the plan of going to visit Terezi in the hospital now long discarded, Nill and the Initiate go from the first floor on, far from Karkat. Hopefully. Mirth, he hadn't any idea what floor the fucker was on. It might be his. That would be terrible. It was bad enough that running into him now either way would be all too easy.
Later, he decides. He can worry about that later.
For now, he was all about leading Nill along. She had asked to go to a room with him, but hadn't specified whose. He hopes that his will do. He checks back every so often to be sure, right up until they're at his door.
His room is not what it used to be. Any of the remaining marks of paint (and his own blood) are dried and faded, like they'd been done long ago with no new addition and even futile scrubbed at a little. There aren't so many scratches upon the wall and the place is all too neat. Even the pile that has been made on the floor looks like it was prodded and poked at, to make the neatest possible pile as could be made.
The closest thing to a mess there are the bowls of water set around the room, for seemingly no purpose-- it wasn't as though the Tribute tower leaked. On a shelf, sit bones, all set out in organized sections. There are rat bones, the bones of mice, birds, the feathers left behind from them. Still beside them are small bowls of paint. The Indigo looks a little less like paint than the others.
He invites her in so that she may sit on the edge of his stripped down bed, or otherwise roam the room.
Later, he decides. He can worry about that later.
For now, he was all about leading Nill along. She had asked to go to a room with him, but hadn't specified whose. He hopes that his will do. He checks back every so often to be sure, right up until they're at his door.
His room is not what it used to be. Any of the remaining marks of paint (and his own blood) are dried and faded, like they'd been done long ago with no new addition and even futile scrubbed at a little. There aren't so many scratches upon the wall and the place is all too neat. Even the pile that has been made on the floor looks like it was prodded and poked at, to make the neatest possible pile as could be made.
The closest thing to a mess there are the bowls of water set around the room, for seemingly no purpose-- it wasn't as though the Tribute tower leaked. On a shelf, sit bones, all set out in organized sections. There are rat bones, the bones of mice, birds, the feathers left behind from them. Still beside them are small bowls of paint. The Indigo looks a little less like paint than the others.
He invites her in so that she may sit on the edge of his stripped down bed, or otherwise roam the room.