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team_sociopath) wrote2010-10-22 12:33 am
team_sociopath) wrote2010-10-22 12:33 am
][ 008
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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Are you hurt?
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[He frowns, barely visible.]
I dunno how you got here. I shouldn't be here either.
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[He'd be a little more supportive, but he's spooked. He doesn't shake her hand off, but doesn't grab it either, focusing on trying to get the IV out of his arm.]
Notifs are lagging. Not cool.
[But why? Still, it's not her most immediate concern as she gets up, trying to find a place for herself on the bed with him.]
I felt bandages before.
ahaha well, i am lagging too. T__T homework > me, sob
[Pokes and prods. He shifts over a little to make room for her.]
We shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here anymore.
*hugs!*
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Yeah. I sorta blew up my school.
[Awkwaaaarrrrd.]
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Oh... Why?
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[He sighs. Really, there's not much vitriol in that statement, but he doesn't know what else to say.]
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In the school I mean.
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Nah. Not bad. They had time to get out.
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Easier, when I'm not stuck in a cage.
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[Otherwise? Chances are he'd still be rotting there, experimental subject and prisoner. Not like his appeals were going anywhere, or like his parents ever came to visit.]
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