Emptiness is loneliness [Complete]
Characters: Ghost/Jack (redrobinhood), Evil Ghost, and thoughts about a lot of other people
Date/Time: All of Ghost's confinement -- midnight on 12/5 thru 8pm 12/8
Location: Containment Card #1
Rating: PG13 for occasional swearing
Summary: Pretty much everything that happened to Ghost while he was trapped, how he slowly became insane with boredom, and why he's mildly claustrophobic now.
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0 Hour:
The interior of the containment card was very simplistic, like any other prison. Three unadorned white walls, metal floor, no windows, an open doorway to an open shower and head and one cot, one sheet, no pillow. To one side, a strange looking computer/machine that Ghost would later discover dispensed three meals of a lumpy mush, containing the precise nutrients to keep a prisoner alive, but with no pleasant taste or appearance to make it enjoyable. No privacy. Lights that never turned off. Recycled air, and dull, mind consuming silence. Its entire design addressed two major problems of modern corrections facilities--over crowding and security. By placing prisoners in each of their own "pocket dimensions", that is, the space between alternate universes, sort of the space between cushions where change collects in a couch, thousands of prisoners can be kept in a single filing cabinet. It did away with corrections officers, prison gangs and actual buildings, as each prisoner was kept secure and far, far away from the public in solitary confinement.
Ghost spent the first hour trying desperately to phase himself out, each time finding himself returned to his little slice of hell. If he'd stopped to think about it, he would have realized there was something familiar about the situation. But who could blame him for freaking out?
3rd Hour:
It hit him, in the third hour of his captivity, to wonder why exactly he and his friends had sadistic doubles. Dash, after all, was Want's twin and that nice but slow guy, Sky, apparently looked a lot like Fullmetal. Why on earth were their doubles raging assholes? Honestly, he could see it in himself and definitely in Spike...but Brooklyn? What did someone piss on his toast or something? Plus, how on earth did those three hatch and NO ONE in the Hall of Beginnings notice they looked awfully familiar? Maybe Old Man Fugue was going senile.
Either way, there was no chance those fakers were gonna be able to fool their friends.
Right?
10th Hour:
The obligatory villain speech and evil cackle came at hour ten of Ghost's captivity.
"Hello me."
All Ghost could see of his evil double was his giant face, smirking at him. It was not flattering at all.
"Jesus, do I have a funky looking nose," he complained. "I wonder if I should save up to fix that."
"Brave words from the guy the size of my index finger," Evil Ghost sneered. "Oh I'm sorry. Our index finger."
He bristled at that. "I am not you, jerkbag."
"Oh but your friends don't seem to notice much. At least not yet," his twin said calmly. "Tell me, who should I approach first? Your sister? I could apologize to her, since you seem to lack the balls to do it. Maybe Clé--I'd be doing us a favor, since she seems to like meddling with our lives--"
"I AM NOT YOU!"
"--Kanin? Alexi? Lucy? So many options," Evil Ghost cackled. "But ya know what? I'm gonna be generous and fix all our problems. Spike first. You've lied to him, you know. Holding back the truth. Then the tag along, Brooklyn while I'm at it. Then...well I know, you know who's last. Tell me, have you figured out why you seem to like hanging around with him so much? Why you think he's just so cool, why he's the one to actually make you want to work for once if your fucking existence? How sweet. You still don't know. That's cool, man. When you figure it out for us, let me know. I'll be sure to pass it along."
With that his evil double smiled sweetly at him and then disappeared.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! HEY! HEY YOU! COME BACK! COME BACK!!!"
24 Hours:
In 24 hours, Ghost managed to destroy as much of his minimalist prison cell as possible, tossing food everywhere, ripping his sheet, upturning the bed, flooding the shower--anything to make his evil self return. His efforts were rewarded with an automatic high-pressure spray hitting him repeatedly while the card mechanically cleaned itself. When it was done, new linens and a bright orange prison jumpsuit appeared out of the 'not just food' dispenser.
After an hour of shivering and nursing the new bruises on his body, Ghost gave in and put it on.
27 Hours:
Ghost made it to the second day of his captivity before falling into an exhausted sleep.
33 Hours:
When he woke up again, Ghost put on his now dry clothes-he wasn’t a criminal, just a prisoner--and thought about Spike, his birth dream and his past. With nothing to occupy his mind, Ghost found himself daydreaming about the life they could have had. Maybe they were space cops? That would explain why he saw stars. Spike seemed like a perfect cop. He was so much more disciplined and serious. Maybe that's why he'd sacrificed himself for him. It seemed logical for a guy like himself to want to save the serious guy. The one who'd already lost a father.
Did he have parents? Ghost pondered it as he lay on the floor of his cell, too tired to care about the cold. Was that why he'd done it? Was there someone to tuck him into bed at night, someone who loved him? Someone to die for him? Maybe he could come to grips with his death if he could just imagine the people he would have saved. But even as he tried to create a past for himself, his mind kept trying to use his friends from Edensphere. Spike was either his best friend or his great rival--he still wasn't too sure. His little siblings of course, were Blood and Brooklyn. Clé was the strange older sister. Bastet the sexiest girl in school, Sniper the jock. Kanin and Alexi, and Dash, the gang of friends that got him in trouble.
Deep down in his heart, Ghost knew he'd never had this type of life. Perhaps it was the life he'd always wanted? He'd wasn't someone to dwell in the past, but here, in a present that offered him nothing, he found his thoughts drifting, taking odd turns, drifting and fragmenting.
Lucy would be the class sweetheart. Kitty too--she was so nice. Lezard, his tough but genius teacher. Fallen, the odd guy in class, East the mysterious newcomer, Lavender the girl next door and Scales the tough guy on campus. And Smoke...
And Smoke...
34 Hours:
Smoke.
It started off so innocently. Teasing in the journals. Then Clé had stuck her nose in (she truly was the annoying older sister!). Ghost didn't have his journal with him so he had to recall from memory. What had they been talking about? Oh. Right. Mahjongg. It was a joke right? He'd known that but he'd still reacted strongly. Why? He'd been embarrassed of course. Bah. Mahjongg. He didn't even know what it was so why did he feel so bad losing? Why had he even tried? Well, it was Smoke's tournament after all, had to support his new friend. Plus it sucked, losing to a bunch of kids, in front of Smo--
...oh.
What the fuck did that mean?
He--
But--
Oh.
There were some friends Ghost enjoyed hanging out with. Brooklyn, Kanin, Alexi--they were fun guys. There were people he liked to tease like Spike or Clé or Chosen and the people he enjoyed flirting with--Bastet and Lavender. But the only one he really wanted to look good in front of, the only one he wanted to impress and the one he really wanted to hang out with, but at the same time, the one who filled him up with a sort of weird awkward feeling was....
Oh.
36 Hours:
And if--when he got out-- he was gonna do something about it. Even if i was just spend more time with Smoke, so he could really be sure....and if there wasn't anything that would be fine too. Just the chance to see him again right?37:
When he got out.
39:
If he got out.
40:
He. Had. To. Get. Out.
50:
Please someone. Let him out.
51st Hour:
Why was the room so small?
52nd Hour:
And cold.
53nd Hour:
And small.
55th Hour:
FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY!
56th:
"Blood....I'm really sorry I was such a jerk, ok? I'm really really sorry. That goes double to you Spike. Although you know you're totally asking for it.....being my rival -slash-buddy. I'm a fucking jerk and I'll be better...be responsible....."
57:
"I'm pretty much sorry for everything."
58:
" ...."
59:
60:
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Date/Time: All of Ghost's confinement -- midnight on 12/5 thru 8pm 12/8
Location: Containment Card #1
Rating: PG13 for occasional swearing
Summary: Pretty much everything that happened to Ghost while he was trapped, how he slowly became insane with boredom, and why he's mildly claustrophobic now.
------
0 Hour:
The interior of the containment card was very simplistic, like any other prison. Three unadorned white walls, metal floor, no windows, an open doorway to an open shower and head and one cot, one sheet, no pillow. To one side, a strange looking computer/machine that Ghost would later discover dispensed three meals of a lumpy mush, containing the precise nutrients to keep a prisoner alive, but with no pleasant taste or appearance to make it enjoyable. No privacy. Lights that never turned off. Recycled air, and dull, mind consuming silence. Its entire design addressed two major problems of modern corrections facilities--over crowding and security. By placing prisoners in each of their own "pocket dimensions", that is, the space between alternate universes, sort of the space between cushions where change collects in a couch, thousands of prisoners can be kept in a single filing cabinet. It did away with corrections officers, prison gangs and actual buildings, as each prisoner was kept secure and far, far away from the public in solitary confinement.
Ghost spent the first hour trying desperately to phase himself out, each time finding himself returned to his little slice of hell. If he'd stopped to think about it, he would have realized there was something familiar about the situation. But who could blame him for freaking out?
3rd Hour:
It hit him, in the third hour of his captivity, to wonder why exactly he and his friends had sadistic doubles. Dash, after all, was Want's twin and that nice but slow guy, Sky, apparently looked a lot like Fullmetal. Why on earth were their doubles raging assholes? Honestly, he could see it in himself and definitely in Spike...but Brooklyn? What did someone piss on his toast or something? Plus, how on earth did those three hatch and NO ONE in the Hall of Beginnings notice they looked awfully familiar? Maybe Old Man Fugue was going senile.
Either way, there was no chance those fakers were gonna be able to fool their friends.
Right?
10th Hour:
The obligatory villain speech and evil cackle came at hour ten of Ghost's captivity.
"Hello me."
All Ghost could see of his evil double was his giant face, smirking at him. It was not flattering at all.
"Jesus, do I have a funky looking nose," he complained. "I wonder if I should save up to fix that."
"Brave words from the guy the size of my index finger," Evil Ghost sneered. "Oh I'm sorry. Our index finger."
He bristled at that. "I am not you, jerkbag."
"Oh but your friends don't seem to notice much. At least not yet," his twin said calmly. "Tell me, who should I approach first? Your sister? I could apologize to her, since you seem to lack the balls to do it. Maybe Clé--I'd be doing us a favor, since she seems to like meddling with our lives--"
"I AM NOT YOU!"
"--Kanin? Alexi? Lucy? So many options," Evil Ghost cackled. "But ya know what? I'm gonna be generous and fix all our problems. Spike first. You've lied to him, you know. Holding back the truth. Then the tag along, Brooklyn while I'm at it. Then...well I know, you know who's last. Tell me, have you figured out why you seem to like hanging around with him so much? Why you think he's just so cool, why he's the one to actually make you want to work for once if your fucking existence? How sweet. You still don't know. That's cool, man. When you figure it out for us, let me know. I'll be sure to pass it along."
With that his evil double smiled sweetly at him and then disappeared.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! HEY! HEY YOU! COME BACK! COME BACK!!!"
24 Hours:
In 24 hours, Ghost managed to destroy as much of his minimalist prison cell as possible, tossing food everywhere, ripping his sheet, upturning the bed, flooding the shower--anything to make his evil self return. His efforts were rewarded with an automatic high-pressure spray hitting him repeatedly while the card mechanically cleaned itself. When it was done, new linens and a bright orange prison jumpsuit appeared out of the 'not just food' dispenser.
After an hour of shivering and nursing the new bruises on his body, Ghost gave in and put it on.
27 Hours:
Ghost made it to the second day of his captivity before falling into an exhausted sleep.
33 Hours:
When he woke up again, Ghost put on his now dry clothes-he wasn’t a criminal, just a prisoner--and thought about Spike, his birth dream and his past. With nothing to occupy his mind, Ghost found himself daydreaming about the life they could have had. Maybe they were space cops? That would explain why he saw stars. Spike seemed like a perfect cop. He was so much more disciplined and serious. Maybe that's why he'd sacrificed himself for him. It seemed logical for a guy like himself to want to save the serious guy. The one who'd already lost a father.
Did he have parents? Ghost pondered it as he lay on the floor of his cell, too tired to care about the cold. Was that why he'd done it? Was there someone to tuck him into bed at night, someone who loved him? Someone to die for him? Maybe he could come to grips with his death if he could just imagine the people he would have saved. But even as he tried to create a past for himself, his mind kept trying to use his friends from Edensphere. Spike was either his best friend or his great rival--he still wasn't too sure. His little siblings of course, were Blood and Brooklyn. Clé was the strange older sister. Bastet the sexiest girl in school, Sniper the jock. Kanin and Alexi, and Dash, the gang of friends that got him in trouble.
Deep down in his heart, Ghost knew he'd never had this type of life. Perhaps it was the life he'd always wanted? He'd wasn't someone to dwell in the past, but here, in a present that offered him nothing, he found his thoughts drifting, taking odd turns, drifting and fragmenting.
Lucy would be the class sweetheart. Kitty too--she was so nice. Lezard, his tough but genius teacher. Fallen, the odd guy in class, East the mysterious newcomer, Lavender the girl next door and Scales the tough guy on campus. And Smoke...
And Smoke...
34 Hours:
Smoke.
It started off so innocently. Teasing in the journals. Then Clé had stuck her nose in (she truly was the annoying older sister!). Ghost didn't have his journal with him so he had to recall from memory. What had they been talking about? Oh. Right. Mahjongg. It was a joke right? He'd known that but he'd still reacted strongly. Why? He'd been embarrassed of course. Bah. Mahjongg. He didn't even know what it was so why did he feel so bad losing? Why had he even tried? Well, it was Smoke's tournament after all, had to support his new friend. Plus it sucked, losing to a bunch of kids, in front of Smo--
...oh.
What the fuck did that mean?
He--
But--
Oh.
There were some friends Ghost enjoyed hanging out with. Brooklyn, Kanin, Alexi--they were fun guys. There were people he liked to tease like Spike or Clé or Chosen and the people he enjoyed flirting with--Bastet and Lavender. But the only one he really wanted to look good in front of, the only one he wanted to impress and the one he really wanted to hang out with, but at the same time, the one who filled him up with a sort of weird awkward feeling was....
Oh.
36 Hours:
And if--when he got out-- he was gonna do something about it. Even if i was just spend more time with Smoke, so he could really be sure....and if there wasn't anything that would be fine too. Just the chance to see him again right?37:
When he got out.
39:
If he got out.
40:
He. Had. To. Get. Out.
50:
Please someone. Let him out.
51st Hour:
Why was the room so small?
52nd Hour:
And cold.
53nd Hour:
And small.
55th Hour:
FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY!
56th:
"Blood....I'm really sorry I was such a jerk, ok? I'm really really sorry. That goes double to you Spike. Although you know you're totally asking for it.....being my rival -slash-buddy. I'm a fucking jerk and I'll be better...be responsible....."
57:
"I'm pretty much sorry for everything."
58:
" ...."
59:
60:
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