RP: Wha... where... help?
Date: June 5, 1998
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, the house elf at Azkaban
Location: Azkaban Prison, in his cell
Status: Private, but rar_npc can come in to help out
Summary: Things finally go too far, and the situation becomes desperate
Completion: Incomplete
Lucius had not been able to eat his dinner. He was so sleepy and thirsty that day that he actually slept through the meal in order to forget about his thirst. When the morning breakfast tray was slid under his door, he was just barely aware of its existence. Something in the back of his mind told him he ought to get up to get it, but the dizziness that hit him every time he moved made him wonder if it was even worth the effort.
Although there was little light in the room, things seemed to be swimming around behind his eyes when he looked around. The toilet was a blur of white in the corner. The tray was a spot of shiny light in the black floor, and the floor itself was like an endless pool of tar beneath him.
What was that about tar?
He knew it was sticky stuff, and ought to be avoided. "Like a bog," he mumbled to himself. Lucius dragged one hand up to rest on his chest. The other hand just lay limp at his side. It wasn't worth bringing it up to rest, as well. He didn't have the energy, and it was all he could do to focus on breathing and getting through to the next hour.
Hour? Was there any way of telling the time? It felt as if his cot was being tipped forward and backward - like he was traveling on a ship coasting up and down the waves. "Thar... she..."
A house elf popped into the room. "Dobby?" Lucius asked. "Fetch me my slippers. I believe the marmalade is in the cupboard."
The little elf looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Me name's Cliolore," it said softly. "Mister looks unwell. Mister did not eat food."
Had the time passed by that quickly between when the breakfast tray was brought in and when it was time to take it away. "Not good. Mister must eat."
Lucius tried to push himself up, but only managed to roll over onto his side, and fall on the floor. He couldn't focus his eyes on anything, and panic was setting in. "Cl... Dobby? Mister is... blind. Can't... can't move." Lucius' breathing became fast and erratic, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest faster than it ought to be pounding. "Fetch... fetch help."
The little elf helped Lucius back onto his cot. "Cliolore will return. With auror."
A moment later (or was it an hour?) the little elf popped out of existence, leaving the breakfast tray behind.
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, the house elf at Azkaban
Location: Azkaban Prison, in his cell
Status: Private, but rar_npc can come in to help out
Summary: Things finally go too far, and the situation becomes desperate
Completion: Incomplete
Lucius had not been able to eat his dinner. He was so sleepy and thirsty that day that he actually slept through the meal in order to forget about his thirst. When the morning breakfast tray was slid under his door, he was just barely aware of its existence. Something in the back of his mind told him he ought to get up to get it, but the dizziness that hit him every time he moved made him wonder if it was even worth the effort.
Although there was little light in the room, things seemed to be swimming around behind his eyes when he looked around. The toilet was a blur of white in the corner. The tray was a spot of shiny light in the black floor, and the floor itself was like an endless pool of tar beneath him.
What was that about tar?
He knew it was sticky stuff, and ought to be avoided. "Like a bog," he mumbled to himself. Lucius dragged one hand up to rest on his chest. The other hand just lay limp at his side. It wasn't worth bringing it up to rest, as well. He didn't have the energy, and it was all he could do to focus on breathing and getting through to the next hour.
Hour? Was there any way of telling the time? It felt as if his cot was being tipped forward and backward - like he was traveling on a ship coasting up and down the waves. "Thar... she..."
A house elf popped into the room. "Dobby?" Lucius asked. "Fetch me my slippers. I believe the marmalade is in the cupboard."
The little elf looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Me name's Cliolore," it said softly. "Mister looks unwell. Mister did not eat food."
Had the time passed by that quickly between when the breakfast tray was brought in and when it was time to take it away. "Not good. Mister must eat."
Lucius tried to push himself up, but only managed to roll over onto his side, and fall on the floor. He couldn't focus his eyes on anything, and panic was setting in. "Cl... Dobby? Mister is... blind. Can't... can't move." Lucius' breathing became fast and erratic, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest faster than it ought to be pounding. "Fetch... fetch help."
The little elf helped Lucius back onto his cot. "Cliolore will return. With auror."
A moment later (or was it an hour?) the little elf popped out of existence, leaving the breakfast tray behind.