Thomas Shepherd (
team_sociopath) wrote2010-10-22 12:33 am
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You can pace the room if you’d like, but it’s barely a cage; long enough to lay out on the floor in either direction, but not much bigger. At first it seems empty; but after a time the shallow sound of breathing is perceptible, coming from one of the walls. There’s a bed there, little more than a cot, with a supine body on it. Was that there before? Didn’t you walk along the edges of this cell, running a hand over the smooth walls?
It’s still too dark to make out his features, but if you reach out to touch him you’ll find he’s dressed in plain scrubs, bandages here and there on his limbs, and an IV hanging from the wall beside him. He’s totally unconscious.
If you’re anything more or other than human, whatever abilities you have don’t work here. There’s no way out. The walls, the plated door, are too heavy for any shouts to pass to the world outside. There’s no one with a key. No one who cares you’re here, even if they know-- and somehow that thought, when it occurs to you, is worse than anything else. You’ve been left here, and no one’s coming to get you.
You’re stuck.
Now what?
[ooc; open to all, will treat different threads as different ‘instances’ of the dream~ i will prob. be getting to tags in the morning and will backdate forever but I wanted to start gettin' these up~]
It’s still too dark to make out his features, but if you reach out to touch him you’ll find he’s dressed in plain scrubs, bandages here and there on his limbs, and an IV hanging from the wall beside him. He’s totally unconscious.
If you’re anything more or other than human, whatever abilities you have don’t work here. There’s no way out. The walls, the plated door, are too heavy for any shouts to pass to the world outside. There’s no one with a key. No one who cares you’re here, even if they know-- and somehow that thought, when it occurs to you, is worse than anything else. You’ve been left here, and no one’s coming to get you.
You’re stuck.
Now what?
[ooc; open to all, will treat different threads as different ‘instances’ of the dream~ i will prob. be getting to tags in the morning and will backdate forever but I wanted to start gettin' these up~]
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Tommy, Tommy!
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Billy...
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Why are you here with me, can you get us out?
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She approaches, crouching down beside the cot to reach forward and look for a pulse at least.]
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one more, so sorry! i should know better than to div tag everything
[When it comes out in Latin, Natasha furrows her brow, and blinks rapidly, trying again:]
[Okay. That's just...wonderful.]
*Can you speak?
no worriesss <3
I don't understand you.
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I know, I'm... [Oh, good.] Where are we? Are you all right?
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But...what's going on here?
Tentative, she shrinks away slightly, aware of how dirty she is and the blood on her shirt, her shiny, gold mockingjay pin the only clean thing about her.
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Finally, he pulls himself to a sitting position, fidgeting with the needle in his arm.
"What're you in for?" he asks flatly.
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At least, that's what he tells himself as he scrambles to his feet and shifts nervously back and forth at the foot of the cot. He should scream, see if it wakes the guy up. Mouse claps his hands instead and jumps up and down in the hopes that'll make some kind of noise.
It does. Barely. ]
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Who are you?
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Mouse blinks silently in the darkness and then points at himself. ]
Mouse. [ He shuffles his feet again and then points at the boy, making sure to keep his hand to himself. ] ...Tommy?
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[He's suspicious, still not quite out of the confines of dreaming. This is all he has. He hasn't brought the walls down yet, to come face to face with his own mirror image.]
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Doped up maybe, Mouse figures. Did that mean he wouldn't know Billy either? He squints and makes an uncertain expression. ]
Friend of a friend...?
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She touches the body lightly, not wanting to scare or hurt him, but she wants so very much for him to wake up so she's not alone.]
Hello?
Hello?
What's wrong? Maybe I can help...
Please wake up.
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Where... what... How did you get here?
[Still not all here, Euph.]
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Notifs are lagging. Not cool.
ahaha well, i am lagging too. T__T homework > me, sob
*hugs!*
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Are you okay over there?
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[That's not quite enough to wake him up, but he stirs a little in the dimness, face pinched in some unconscious worry.]
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You're alive. That's a start.
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I'm no good to anyone dead, right?
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