I need the middle of your fastest, fastest track.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky's only been here for a few days and already he's isolated himself from the pack, which is what he's generally wont to do. Lone wolf mentality, but, according to what he's heard Vince and Mitsuki whispering, it's not too late to break him of that.

Really, you blow up part of downtown Tokyo in pursuit of a demon just once and people are talking

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[deny_the_beast]

Dr. Parker has been aimlessly wandering the basement for a while now, apparently. Because he's here- sober but not stable. Not in any way. The voices, gone briefly, are back and better than ever, little whispers in the back of his head- 'She's here.' 'Thomas...' 'Kill them.'

Yeah. He's pleasent to hang out with.

He's certain he's gone completely off the edge, though, when he sees a boy with wings. So he just stands and stares for a minute, then begins giggling. Oh yes. He's completely unhinged now.

Wonderful.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky mantles his wings a bit when he hears the giggling- oh Parker, you're about to get a 150 pounds of mildly irked archangel coming at you. Of course, the mantling would be more effective if his wings weren't primarily a pretty shade of blue and more predatorish, but that's neither here nor there.

"Something funny?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and giving this random human a look that suggests he better explain himself soon or he'll have to start kicking ass. Or something.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker continues to giggle, not at all frightened by the threatening stance or the wings. It's all in his head, anyway.

"Oh, hilarious," he says, then snorts because how else are you going to deal with going completely batshit insane?

"Your wings are pretty," he comments, then begins giggling again. So pretty. Blue. Like Meredith's eyes. Speaking of which, where was she? Would she have wings?

[broketheboyinme]

"Jesus," Sky mutters under his breath, his wings extending just a bit so that the tips just barely brush against the walls of the hallway. They're much bigger than that- not big enough to fly with, clearly, but bigger than people would expect them to be. "You're one of those Wanderers, aren't you? They said you people were nuts, but I didn't think they meant the batshit, 'they're coming to take me away ha ha'-style nuts."

He won't comment on the 'your wings are pretty' bit, because... He just won't. He has girly wings and that bothers him, but they're functional and so he tries not to care.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker giggles even more, because wow his delusions are lucid- more so than any one else he's met thus far. Okay, that's not fair, because he has met some pretty lucid people- he thinks. Unless he's been hallucinating this whole time, in which case... He doesn't want to think about it.

"I don't suppose all of us are insane," he says after he's calmed down a little bit. "Just me." More giggles. Him, all by himself, his head breaking down and all bits of reality exploding to tiny bits.

Parker likes his wings, though. They are pretty, like he's said before. Blue. And big.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky makes a face like one who has just achieved enlightenment on something. "Oh. Ohhhh. I get it. 'Cause we're all mad here, right?" He chuckles and gives Parker a hard clap on the shoulder. "I bet it's not just you, buddy. I bet you're the only sane person in this place."

Oh Sky. Don't be an ass and torment the crazy person. It's not nice.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker, luckily for everyone ever, knows he's nuts. He realizes that the voices are just in his head (well, sometimes. But he's nuts, so that's not his fault.)

"I don't think so," he says. "I mean, everyone else I've met around here has been fairly sane seeming." Wow. Coherent sentances much, Parker? "Not that I've really had the opportunity to meet many people..."

He pauses. "So, do you happen to have a name?" he asks finally. "Or are you just 'Wing Boy Number Three' or something in the grand expanse of things."

[broketheboyinme]

Sky just grins in a way that could accurately described as 'shit-eating.' Really. This guy's a winner.

"It's Sky, which I guess is a pretty appropriate name for a guy with wings, ain't it?" He winks and then crosses his arms over his chest, pulling his wings in just a bit. "And who are you supposed to be? Token Hotel Crazy Guy?"

[deny_the_beast]

Parker chuckles. "Not the creative-est of names, but I'll take it," he says. It's okay. Because Parker figures he himself isn't that creative, so why would his delusions be?

"Nope. I'm just Thomas Parker, veterinarian and apparently batshit insane." He pauses. "Am I in a hotel? For real? I think I was in one earlier, but..." he shakes his head. "A hard to find one, too," he recalls from his (drunken) wanderings.

"I wasn't that drunk," he says to what appears to be absolutely no one, but is in reality the little voice that just got louder. He figures he can do that, because he's in the company of his own head. Hell, Sky probably heard to the voice too. Maybe.

[broketheboyinme]

Sky's feathers literally ruffle a bit. Yes, because the crazy guy's opinion really matters.

"No, buddy, this is Hell!" He claps him on the shoulder a bit roughly, grinning again in that manic, teasing way. "Or Wonderland. Whichever one tickles your crazy fancy." He rolls his eyes. "Of course, it's a hotel... Or, well, actually it's a hotel basement."

His wings twitch a bit and he arches his eyebrows at that last bit, because... What? "I didn't say you were drunk."

He shouldn't be this surprise. Sky has no doubts that this man's nuttier than squirrel shit.

[deny_the_beast]

"Hotel basement?" Parker asked, then chuckles a little, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "Of course it is," he mutters. "May as well be hell."

He looks oddly at Sky. "You mean you didn't hear it?" Oh, great. Parker's even crazier than his own delusions. Wonderful. He really is enjoying this experience.

[broketheboyinme]

"Well, if it's Hell, the air conditioning is a lie," Sky snerks, crossing his arms over his chest and wondering just how long he can keep the crazy coming and how long it will be kinda amusing in a disturbing way.

He arches his eyebrow just a little bit more. "Hearing the voices in other people's heads is not a talent I boast, no."

[deny_the_beast]

Parker shrugs. "Eh. You never know. Hell could actually be very nice. And air-conditioned. And then you have the idea of Hell on Earth." Or, you know, hell in your head.

Parker pauses, looking at Sky curiously, confused. "What about hearing voices in your own head?" he asks. Because yeah, he still thinks that Sky's in his head. Which makes Sky's head his own head. Which means that Sky should technically be able to hear that voice.