The angry boy a bit too insane

[togana_keiri]

Who: Maka Albarn and Justin Law
When: various times
Where: Justin's room.
Summary: Maka's continued efforts to help Justin after all of his recent traumas.
Rating: pg-pg13, will be updated as necessary
Warnings: Potential swearing, potential references to assault, suicidal thoughts

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Invisible week [placement tag]

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Off week 11/21

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[She doesn't like the sound of this stupid auction, and seeing Justin's name up there didn't look good. With a worried expression, Maka heads over to see him, sending a text as she goes.]

Hey, I'm coming over if that's alright. I need to talk to you.

[guillotine_beat]

Fine.

[He's in his room. He's really given up on any pretext of feeling all right, at least with Maka, and is lying on the bed, half-way between sleeping and just staring at the wall.]

/GLARES AT HTML

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[When she gets there. She sends him another text before entering.]

Here. [When she does enter, she places the items she's brought with her onto a shelf. There's a few food bars, a water bottle, and a book.]

/pat pat

[guillotine_beat]

[He doesn't get up.

Stein had him eat something last week, but he doesn't remember if he's even moved since then (he must have, at some point).

There are drawings covering his skin, multicolored markers and highlighters have sketched out so many Kishin eyes that there isn't a free inch of space. He tried to get some off, halfheartedly, by rubbing and scratching at the skin with his nails.

But really, he doesn't care about them. Maybe they aren't there. It would only make sense for them not to be real. Guilty. Guilty. Punishment for the traitor. Too weak to stop anything.]

4th Wall, right after pulling Justin from the insanity after her failed attempt, 1/10

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When she had finally reached him through the waves and waves of madness, Maka collapses legs first in the dirt, silently trying to steady her wavelength. It had been harder this time and she wasn't sure if that was her fault or his fault, or maybe both. She didn't really want to know the answer either way.

For a long while, she's completely silent, simply sitting and waiting, wondering what to say.

[guillotine_beat]

He's shaking, muscles twitching from the past week of unusual exertion and the sudden shock of being forced out of the fusion with the clown. The stump of his leg aches. He is aware of everything right now, painfully so after the way that insanity had blotted out every negative emotion, every physical ache.

Justin cannot raise his head to look at her. His wavelength is all over the place, not settling down into its normal pattern, and he's having difficulty forcing himself calm.

It would be so easy to slip back into insanity, to let go again and just fall and never ever come back. But he's not brave enough to give up on fear, and so he just curls in on himself and shivers.

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She watches him for a while longer, unsure, and then crawls towards him and prods him as gently as possible with her wavelength. The contact is short and light, like a feather's touch, not wanting to startle him or make him lash out.

[guillotine_beat]

"Go away," he says, and he tries to shrink his soul down and pull as far away from her as possible without actually moving.

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[ooc: continued form here]

[She runs, doesn't walk to Justin's new apartment, and when she gets there, she knocks for a moment before pushing the door open.]

Justin?

[guillotine_beat]

[He's sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment, trying to breathe. He was fine. He was fine earlier but the conversation about honoring the interns after everything they had done makes him go numb and cold, makes the edges of his vision flicker black and red, makes him want to kill someone in the most satisfying ways he can think of, and it's only because Terezi begged him to stop and because Maka told him to put the communicator away that he didn't hunt down Sora right now and rip him apart in order to try and make the memories stop pounding in his head.]

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[She walks up slowly, announcing her presence with a brush of her soul and taking a few steps carefully towards him, worried he might lash out.]

Justin...

[guillotine_beat]

[He grows a blade from his arm and glances up and his eyes are wide and he's not really all there right now, not really sane or coherent because all he can think of is suddenly waking up on a table, no idea what's going on, and the interns leaning over him and laughing at the irony as they peel his skin off and ---

he shivers, closes his eyes, and tries to remind himself that all of those interns are dead.]