[In a deserted alley, Jezebel is kneeling in a pool of blood, cradling spilled guts to his face.]

Warm. It's warm. I can feel it.

[He laughs in spasms, rocking himself backwards and forwards where he kneels.]

((ooc: after Alexis drove him insane and Jezebel accidentally killed an escaped Delilah patient))

It seems I'm back here again...I don't really mind this time, because I know I'll get home again soon ( Read more... )

This is, quite frankly, ridiculous. I do not wish my body on anyone else, and yet it seems inevitable that someone else has it.

It does not matter, I shall carry on as usual. There is no need for this to make any difference, especially as it is only temporary.