The Binding, Part 3

[gamemakers]

Who| Karkat (possibly Ruffnut, Darcy, Harley, Aragorn, and/or Haruto later) + a surprise guest or two...
What| Rebels must be punished. Here is but a little sample of what some of them have experienced.
Where| A prison in the capitol.
When| Three days after the break-in.
WARNINGS| Police brutality, brainwashing.

It’s been three days since they were arrested. Three days in private cells wondering what might happen to them. They've been given nothing more than bread and water by the rather furious peacekeepers working there. There’s a definite impression that the chaos caused is coming down on them more than it is on those apprehended. And they are not happy about it. The peacekeepers look for any excuse to brandish their taser wands. Occasionally the guards talk to one another, complaining in hushed tones being denied justice, how if it were up to them, well, it wouldn't be pretty.

The cells are bright and there are no windows, making it difficult to keep track of the time. There’s no word in or out of what’s happening to anyone. But time does pass and eventually the cell door opens. Peacekeepers drag you roughly with tight bruising grip, regardless of whether or not you are resistant.

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[crabmunicator]

He jerks at the sound of static, looking up and worried all the more for not knowing where it comes from, but it turns out that that part doesn't even matter. Orders? Fix this? What does it mean? What's going to happen--?

The Initiate looks up, and Karkat's gaze twitches back. He is scared, more than the worrying unease and fear for what happened to him. Then comes the last order, and he has no time to process before it's happening to him.

It's like the first time but not at all, a rumbling discourse of nerves and unease replaced with a torrent of horror. The rapid shift of color bleeds out into his own vision, eyes a mirror of those causing it, but the awareness lifts out of his brain as easily as picking off a speck of lint.

He can see it: the moments he went through, the very day Initiate sat him down and told him everything, each word laid like a promise to ruin but meant in terms he never knew. Every conversation made in lies, the start of a friendship knit together like a web, choking, entangling, snaring him up. It hurts, like seeing Gamzee covered in blood, like the sword through his chest, like the lava that finally burned him to death. A clown is a clown is a FUCKING CLOWN, from Gamzee on up to the great, looming terror of the Grand Highblood himself, the troll who ordered his ancestor's death, who brought pain and suffering and an end to any farcical hope that their society could be any different.

A scream has started up in his throat and played through the process. From soft little noises, the start of the real dread, on and up, louder, sharper, harsher until he shakes with it. His throat might taste like blood for how raw he screams it at the end, but his mind is all on what he sees.

It's him--

It was always him--

And following him would only mean the same.

Suddenly, easily, like the cutting of a puppet's strings, Karkat falls silent, unconscious, and off the side of his chair.

[carnagecarnival]

Karkat collapses, slumping to fall of his chair. The Avox still doesn't react, but in a short moment, his eyes cease their flash, going dull and empty once more. His task is complete.

The doors open up again and he's ordered out, others going and taking his place for whatever purpose they had in mind. In short time, they would handle the waking Karkat and inform him of his freedom, his safety, and show all reason why he should give gratitude-- though he does not know this. It was not his place to ponder and he doesn't do so.

For now would be a return to the Avox conditioning center for further conditioning. There was to be a show and he would soon need to stand attendant. The victory of the Capitol was not something to stay seated for.