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Not Strings But a Collar [Active, Open]

Oct 01, 2008 06:14

Characters: Sasori
Setting: Rose Hallway
Time: Day 003, morning
Summary: Sasori realizes he has a collar. He is Not Happy.
Warnings: Sasori, angry

( Sasori was even more furious than he had been the previous night. )

ikari shinji (neon genesis evangelion), !day 003, akasuna no sasori (naruto)

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plzkillme_now October 4 2008, 00:20:49 UTC

Shinji had... well, he couldn't quite remember what he had done. But, now there was this thing around his neck, reminding him of a plugsuit. Of NERV. He d-didn't want to go back there, not to Headquarters or Central Dogma or Tokyo-3. But, here, he was trapped and crowded, people invaded his space, there was nowhere to sleep.

There were no batteries, here.

And, this collar-like attachment wrapped around his neck had a cord. He tried to touch it: his fingers passed through. Rubbed his eyes, tentatively tried again.

But, it led somewhere, so he followed.

marionettewaltz October 5 2008, 10:33:07 UTC

Sasori heard the footsteps before he saw the boy who made them. That the collar around his neck was connected to his own invited a further scowl and more frustration on the part of the puppeteer. He would not kill the boy--not yet, anyway--but he was prepared to if needed (or if his temper didn't hold).

"What is this?" Sasori demanded, gesturing to his collar and not bothering to hide his anger.

plzkillme_now October 5 2008, 19:38:31 UTC

The... man in front of him also had this thing, around his neck - the two of them, the cords from their collars connected.

"What is this?"

He flinched.

"...I... um, I don't know." Shinji mumbled a quiet reply, fingering his own collar. It was uncomfortable.

marionettewaltz October 8 2008, 02:40:14 UTC

Sasori's eyes were narrowed as he studied the boy. He seemed to be telling the truth; Sasori could almost feel his discomfort--or could he really? His eyes drifted to the cord for a moment.

It had to be the house. This damned house, keeping him locked in here and putting a collar of all things around his neck. He burned with rage, and again tried to use a kunai to cut through the collar.

It was no use. "This damned building," he snarled, half to himself.

plzkillme_now October 9 2008, 16:15:18 UTC

The building...? What did the building have to do with anything? It had to have been a person who put these collars on them, didn't it? He half wondered why they connected, but...

((class time~))