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criminaljustice) wrote2019-02-14 06:37 pm
criminaljustice) wrote2019-02-14 06:37 pm
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STEAL MY HEART
There are a number of cells in a circle around the walls with a set of heavy metal doors interrupting them for one interval. These doors currently cannot be passed. Not all of the cells are full, either. Some are empty and dark--missing something? Or perhaps something else is needed to see what's inside--or perhaps just approaching the cells will do the trick. There are loud speakers hanging down from above. From them, there are chains attached and pulled downwards where they meet up and join forces with links of chains from the ground and walls to keep a battered and bloodied Arsene locked in place. Or more accurately, restricted in movement--only enough slack in the links to allow him to get as far as the cells' doorways.
Next to him is the unbound Joker--or it looks like Joker, anyway. Save for the golden eyes. He also seems unbothered by the three blue guillotines standing tall nearby. In fact, he seems to be puzzling over something while staring at them, but then as you move, he turns toward you… and smiles, looking happy to see you.
Next to him is the unbound Joker--or it looks like Joker, anyway. Save for the golden eyes. He also seems unbothered by the three blue guillotines standing tall nearby. In fact, he seems to be puzzling over something while staring at them, but then as you move, he turns toward you… and smiles, looking happy to see you.
Re: Strength
Takes a walk around the room, glancing back at the digital clock before overturning all the piles of soft things.
Even if it's so so so tempting to just lie down for a little while]
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the more you touch the soft things, the heavier your body gets and your eyes are burning, if you could just shut them for five seconds--no, even just one second... you're so tired, how can you even be on your feet at this point?]
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Bad.
Falling asleep in Joker's.... whatever the fuck this is seems bad.
But it's just so----]
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Using bullshit technomancer's powers to move the clock one minute forward]
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oh
suddenly it's all dark and warm and cozy and YOUSHOULDSLEEPYOUCANTSLEEPSLEEPINGISMISSINGOUTONIMPORTANTTHINGSSLEEPINGISNIGHTMARESSLEEPINGJUSTMEANSABRIEFRESPITEBEFORESUFFERINGTHROUGHMOREHELLYOUCANTSLEEPYOUDONTHAVETIMETOSLEEPYOUHAVETOOMUCHTODOYOUWANTTOSLEEPWHATIFONLYJUSTSLEEPDONTNEEDTOWAKEUP--
WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP W A K E U P
... so uh. when did you fall asleep? because you're totally jolting awake, apparently laying down in the soft things.]
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He wants off this ride.]
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Kicks at the blankets as he rises to his feet and then goes back to the clock in the wall]
You little---
[What if he powers down the stupid little fucker]
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but then it fritzes out with a blink of FU:CK--
it's completely dark and quiet. that should be peaceful, you should be able to sleep peacefully now, but instead all you can feel is the dreaded pit in your stomach--the feeling of knowing what its like to shut your eyes and just not be there anymore and the slithering terror that it might happen again--worse, maybe this isn't real at all? maybe you're still caught in t̸̨̗̺̙̝̱̥͎̣̺͠͝h̕͏̸̷̶͔̥̝̟̠͚e̸̸̩̮̤̙̖͈̗̠̖ ҉̨̫̞̟͓̫͚̮̞̠͙̖̤̠̠̣͉̺͜͡m̵̟̳̲͖͖̞̹̗̰̤͙̪͕̭̻͘͠ì̷̭̰̝̖̮r̵̷̘̖͇̞̟̼̦̭̟͓̟͚̼̪̰̹͠r͠҉͎͓͕͇̱̻̲̟͎̰̬̮̻͖͍͉̮̪ò̴͎͓̺̯̞̠͖͎͉̼͖̪̳͓͚̠̘ͅŗ̷̟̞͙̥--
there's a weight on your chest and the glaring red light is back, reading 08:13 over the shadow's shoulders while its hooves press even more heavily on your chest.]
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[Cute. Just fucking great.
Reaching for the gun in the holster on his hip.]
Get the fuck off me or I melt your stupid clock.
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What makes you think I want that damned thing here?
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Then what the fuck do you want?
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[you have maybe a brief moment of respite as it lifts its hooves to try to trample you--what do?]
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and is making a very loud noise to make that very clear.]
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INTENSITY IS ALSO DISPLEASED.
And trying to throw the sheet over the nightmare.]
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except actually with the blanket over it, it can't seem to move right and it can't see the clock so it actually kind of kicks out at random before falling over, still making awful noises of anger and ... distress?]
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Go the fuck to sleep.
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actually, is that even a horse you're sitting on now?
it's still making that same noise, though exhaustion is laced through the voice now]
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BUT HEY, IT SEEMS TO BE EFFECTIVE AFTER A BIT.
but its not a horse thing. it is definitely yet another Joker now?
...
well, cognition, you know.]
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