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thecapitol2013-06-30 04:03 pm
pillowmania) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-30 04:03 pm
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Who| Katurian and Penny (closed)
What| It's a torturers' night out.
Where| Detention building, then Lux 4.
When| Week 1
Warnings| Drug use, torture aftermath, sadism.
The drug is leaving his system. He can tell because on the way in, the gas smells like strawberries, but on the way out, it clings to his palate and makes him taste strawberries mixed with nail-polish remover, the harsh chemical scent burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. So long, old friend, he thinks. And then:
He paces with his arms wrapped tight around his chest, surveying the damage. The linoleum floor is covered with long stretches of fresh blood. It looks like someone took a paint brush and just went wild with it, painting a little here, a little there. The walls haven't fared much better, only these brush strokes are matted with pieces of hair. A tooth. It probably stinks in here, so Katurian is actually thankful the astringent chemical is overwhelming his senses.
What| It's a torturers' night out.
Where| Detention building, then Lux 4.
When| Week 1
Warnings| Drug use, torture aftermath, sadism.
The drug is leaving his system. He can tell because on the way in, the gas smells like strawberries, but on the way out, it clings to his palate and makes him taste strawberries mixed with nail-polish remover, the harsh chemical scent burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. So long, old friend, he thinks. And then:
O dear, what can the matter be?Hopped up after an interrogation, it's like Katurian can only think in nursery rhymes.
Dear, dear, what can the matter be?
O dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.
He paces with his arms wrapped tight around his chest, surveying the damage. The linoleum floor is covered with long stretches of fresh blood. It looks like someone took a paint brush and just went wild with it, painting a little here, a little there. The walls haven't fared much better, only these brush strokes are matted with pieces of hair. A tooth. It probably stinks in here, so Katurian is actually thankful the astringent chemical is overwhelming his senses.