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[timisnotme]

*Someone got out of his restraints. And someone decided to use their injuries to create art. The interior of Tim's room is now splattered with blood and gore, the bed torn into pieces, the shackles hanging from the ceiling. On the wall directly across from the door is painted:

/p|0 \@!; b; |l@s;
[totheark]In blood that's slowly dripping down the

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[turn4bout]

[ I am so bored right now and it's like you're the only one awake SO I WILL TAG YOU WITH MORE CHARACTERS.

Who will be kicking your door open. ]

IT IS TIME FOR THE INQUISITION, PATIENT NUMBER 413.

[ Welcome DR. PYROPE onto the stage. ]

I am always awake.

[timisnotme]

*Stare. Stare. Drugged up stare. Well he's coming off the drugs so now he's kind of irritable because his ribs hurt.*

413?

8)

[turn4bout]

The numbers of the blind prophet. [ there will be no elaboration.

She'll move across the room, tapping her cane in front of her. She's been tripping over way too much shit today. BEING BLIND SUCKS. ]

Have you prepared yourse-- [ SHIT. WALL. BAM. ]

[timisnotme]

*Yeah ok.. that was unexpected, but it was also ridiculously funny. And only PARTIALLY because he's drugged. Sorry Dr. Pyrope, he's laughing at you. A lot.*

Are you alright?

*snerk snerk snerk*

[turn4bout]

[ She's just going to throw her cane in your general direction, asshole. ]

[timisnotme]

*He winces as it thuds off the side of his bed and clatters loudly to the floor.*

Alright alright. I'm sorry..

[turn4bout]

... [ pause. ]

Well, I guess that's okay. I didn't expect you to man up and apologize like that. Maybe I'll put in a good word for you when presenting your case to His Honorable Tyranny.

[ She takes a step. And then realizes, hey where is her cane ]

Gimme my cane back.

[timisnotme]

You threw it at me. It's on the floor.

And I uh.. can't really get it for you. *He's a bit tied up at the moment. *

[turn4bout]

Not helping a blind girl?! What kind of bastard are you?! [ regardless, she's going to slowly walk over, feeling for the bed, where she knows her cane's going to be.

and she's going to find you, tim.

and punch you right in the face. ]

[timisnotme]

WHAT THE HELL??

*Come on man. He's tied to a bed. That's so not fair. He's gonna have a black eye now. D:*

[turn4bout]

I ASK THE QUESTIONS. [ SMACK.

not enough to bruise. just enough to sting. a good interrogation tactic. ]

[timisnotme]

*Wince*

[turn4bout]

[ shuffling around. bumping into things. finding the cane. yes

interrogation will begin. ]

Where were you on the night of the twentieth?

[timisnotme]

The night of the.. what? I don't know. What day is it today?

[turn4bout]

I ASK THE QUESTIONS. [ /SMACK

did i just copy and paste that?

YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT. ]

Well? WHERE WERE YOU.

[timisnotme]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*In wonderland? In his room? Off in the woods killing people.*

Here?