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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 7:13 am
HALE RYDER
// Hale glances at the werewolf as Odin pushes Julian towards them.
"Full moon is coming. Please."
// The werewolf asks again. Because here, Hale had been giving Odin drugs from he alchemists. He's worn down and nearly wasted away. He'd never stopped using. Starving and sickly. But he won't be two nights from now. Hale wraps his hand round Julian's collar and pushes him towards Jacob.
"Let's tire him out a bit so he doesn't get too worked up, eh?"
// Hale asks, laughing. He's not breaking his promise. Everyone will still be there in the meta once he's through. They'll just have a distant life added onto their piles, while Julian... Well, this one will be one of his main in his mind since it's played through unlike many of the others. Jacob bites down on Julian, then they let him drop to the floor as the seizure starts.
"Where's the fairy?"
// Hale asks turning his head.
"They're late. Someone go see where the ******** he is. We haven't got all day."
// Hale lets his voice angrily bounce off the walls. He tosses Odin a small ramen flavor baggie, but it's pretty clear the werewolf isn't looking for a meal when he starts snorting the stuff. He glances at Jacob again nodding once Julian stops shaking violently. So Jacob bites him again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 3:44 pm
 
[ There's a moment of confusion. Disorientation, between the one step and the next.]
[ One second he's walking. Was he walking? Outside. Somewhere. Sidewalk.]
[ The next, he doesn't remember that at all. He stumbles because he's pushed, and lets out a little rabbity sound of confused fear, because this is prison. And Hale is there and Odin - -]
[ The teeth catch in his shoulder and there's a low keen that filters into unintelligible garble as every muscle revolts, spasming and contracting in painful seizure bursts that have the azurette dropping to the floor.]
"Hkk--"
[ It isn't even a word. Just the sound he makes when he mashes his tongue between teeth-- not bitten through, but bleeding, filling his mouth with the taste of ink.]
[ He's on the floor, and when he thinks the useless dance of his limbs will ease, Jacob only bites down again. Every muscle screams and he might be crying or he might be bleeding out from his tongue. His face is wet. He doesn't know. It hurts. He can't. He thinks he's trying to claw his way across the floor to get away, but he isn't getting anywhere. He's only lucky enough to be facedown when he vomits.]
[EDIT: ******** MY COCKSUCKING EXCUSE FOR A PHONE AND ALL ITS GODDAMN USELESS AUTO CORRECTS.]
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:08 pm
HALE RYDER
// There's no telling how long Julian's been stuck suffering through seizures. Nobody bothered to keep count. But it finally stops when Leon's being torn into the room by a ghoul. They reserved the room the drug addicts usually come for their weekly meetings. Up until the next daily count, they can do whatever they want here.
"Found 'im."
// He claims, forcing the fairy in, Hale immediately nodding towards the wall.
"Pin him."
// And the fae's back is forced against the wall. He's not dusting anyone. Hale moves over to Julian who must be exhausted at this point.
"Hello Julian."
// He states clearly with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:27 pm
[ He's sick, stomach heaving even though there's nothing in it, like it means to turn him inside out. All his limbs feel cramped and painful. Weak, so that when he tries to push himself up he just slumps again.]
" L..Leo.. Don't. Ha.."
[ He's trying to warn the fairy. Trying to tell Hale to stop. But his jaw can barely move either. He's already fatigued.]
"Don..t.. You can't-- "
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 4:55 pm
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L E O NXXX F E N W I C K
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//His head is spinning. He's dazed and confused. Was he in a car? Or was he laying on the bathroom floor again? Ripped from his cell? That was it, wasn't it? What had he been doing? It's blurry. Right now there's fear again. He's being dragged, and through the haze he struggles feebly, mind sluggish.//
"Ugh-!"
//he grunts when he's shoved against the wall, feeling his shoulders already throbbing from even that small rough treatment/ He can feel his wings trapped there. It's when he hears Hale say that name that his eyes finally come into focus, glancing around wildly to see Julian slumped there//
"Wai- What? What are you doing!?"
//he struggles against the ghoul holding him, just as feeble if more determined//
"Stop!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 5:13 pm
HALE RYDER
"Fun."
// Hale nods towards his brother, the correctional officer, who tossed a knife to the ghoul before moving over to Julian stabbing something against the mage's shoulder.
"To help you from cheating."
// The medicine used to suppress magic. The type that'll make Julian feel ill and sickly for a week or two until he's meant to have the next dose. Hale is already quickly tearing Julian to his feet. He wraps his hand around the other prison's wrist, closing his fist down around Julian's hand. Forcing him to hold the blade.
"Now we're gonna play a game."
// By now, Julian probably already knows what type.
"You're going to kill one of them, or I'm going to kill both."
// Which means Julian can control the knife and where it lands, or Hale will. His brother slips out the door, getting ready to guard anyone from entering the room to see what's going on behind the closed door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:52 pm
[ Blood is thicker than water, but it's thinner than ink. The suppressor that's injected into his system does more to Julian than Hale might assume. The muscle strain is nothing. The nausea is nothing. The knife in his weak grip and the Joker-esque decision the ghoul has given him? That's the worst part. Or it would be, if his internal makeup wasn't changing completely.]
[ Blood into ink, the most impressive aspect of his power, the most intrinsic building block of anything he can do. And now, it's being repealed. Ink into blood. His heart, accustomed to fighting hard for circulation, suddenly starting to pump overtime. Too fast.]
[ He grips his chest with his empty hand, or would, if his limbs weren't lead. His fingers twitch. He's sinking again. The only thing holding him up is Hale.]
"Ha..ale.. "
[ His bitten tongue. The taste in his mouth. Metallic tang of copper. Colors slipping, shifting, going pale. Threading out as his pigments cease to be.]
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:57 pm
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//Leon gapes, both at Hales words as well as Julians condition. He knows what happens when Julian is hurt, how his colors bleed out. He knew him as a child, before those colors were even there. It terrifies him as he squirms in the ghouls grasp against the wall//
"What did you do!?"
//he thrashes violently//
"What did you do to him!?"
//in a panic, he bites the hand of the ghoul holding him, hoping to be released just long enough for him to shrink and fly, and damn the prison consequences for it//
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 7:58 pm
HALE RYDER
// The ghouls holding Leon is quickly ripping his hand back, swatting at the fae's face. He tries to land a slap to his face before attempting to push the fae to the ground and stomp down on his chest to keep him there.
"Time's ticking. 10... 9... 8..."
// Hale doesn't have time for Julian's bullshit.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:16 pm
[ Beatingbeatingbeating. His heart is deafening in his ears. In his chest. He gasps, trying to breathe, trying to-- Try-- His bitten tongue has his mouth full of blood, now. Real blood. It lines his teeth and the cracks in his too-dry lips. He isn't functioning right physically as his body tries to adjust, reverts to something it's never run on before. ]
[ In his periphery, he sees Leo struggling. Fairy. Small. His vision swims. Every tiny capillary in his brain suffused with something that races, too thin, too quick, through him.]
" P.. Hale.. please-- "
[ He sags against the ghoul's chest, the knife only staying in his hand if Hale holds it there. Tachycardia, bro.]
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:23 pm
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"Ah!"
//He yelps as the ghoul strikes his cheek, reeling. Since his back is against the wall, he can't move backwards, but he does stagger sideways. When the ghoul pushes him again, he uses the momentum to stagger a little further, shrinking as he does and immediately bolting upwards and fluttering above the ghouls heads. ********, how high are the ceilings? Can they still reach him?? Why is Odin just sitting there!?//
"Let him go!!"
//he shouts, still small in the air. His voice quivers despite himself. He's terrified, but not petrified. Why is that, he wonders? There are conflicting thoughts in his head. Some say to leave Julian and Hale both and flee. Some say to kill him. Outright, however he can, Dust them all and bash his skull against the wall until he stops moving. Those thoughts terrify him. He's been scared since being in prison, but nothing like this. Where did these thoughts come from? There's no time to ponder it as he flutters over their heads, hoping he's out of reach. He can already feel the bruise blossoming on his cheek where the ghoul slapped him.//
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 8:52 pm
ODIN CYPRESS
// Kill? The ******** is going on? Those are some of the most sobering words he's ever heard. The other guy they brought in got in a small scruff with a ghoul, shrinking to some small size and flying above their heads.
"Whoa. Trippy."
// He mutters to himself, turning his attention back to Hale who's holding the mage. But that other little guy doesn't look too great.
"Hey man, I don't think he's doing so hot. The ******** you doing?"
// He creeps a bit closer to Hale and the mage, pointing at the blue-haired kid. Trying to draw attention to the blood and his sunken body and all that s**t.
"You ain't say nothing about this."
// Odin tells Hale.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 9:07 pm
HALE RYDER
// Hale doesn't seem to care about complications. It took him four tries to finally find a reality that he could properly work off of for Odin. So a first try at getting one for Julian might've been a bit overestimated at best.
"7... 6... 5... 4"
// Hale says quietly into Julian's ear, since by now his free arm has wrapped around the mage's waist and held him in close to his body. That's the only response he seems to have to the drug addict showing some concern for his cellmate. Clearly, in this reality, Julian and Odin don't know each other very well. While he shouldn't impact Odin too heavily with Julian being the focus, he isn't sure how much this Julian knows or feels.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:48 pm
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"Odin don't just STAND there!!"
//There's a disconnect. Odin is supposed to help them, isn't he? He's having trouble remembering straight, but that one thought rings in his mind over the din. Those two, they were both important, somehow. He was supposed to help protect them. How? How did he ever think he could do that? where did these thoughts come from? He zips down near Odins head. He's terrified, because Hale is pressed against Julian with a knife//
"Help him!!"
//his voice is shrill, breaking a bit with panic//
"Please, Odin!!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 5:51 am
"Leh- "
[ It isn't clear if he's trying to warn the fairy or tell Hale to let go of him, but.. His empty hand clutches at the ghoul, trying to keep from sliding to the floor, because it feels like that's what he's doing, even with Hale holding him up. His heart is running a painful race in his chest, his head, his stomach. The blood in his mouth drips in one thin thread down his chin and he's crying. Not crying. Crying. Not crying. Not here. He doesn't cry here. He's been here so long. Such a long time. But the staff has never given him the shot before. He's been careful. He knows what it can do to him. He knows how important the ink is. Knows how his own body works.]
"H--ale.. He.. lp.. "
[ Hale is supposed to help him, isn't he? He's been here so long. He's done what he should. Whatever else he thinks is a confusion of the jackrabbit pace of his heart. He's on a sidewalk all alone. He's on a beach all alone. He's in the hospital all alone. He's in the SHU. He's in some shitty one-room apartment. Alone. In a long hallway. In some little car on the roadside. In a library, waiting for someone to come. But no one does. He's dying. Hale is trying to stage gags and the ******** has killed him. Killing him. Dying.]
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