ALWAYS A WAY OUT [FINISHED]
Characters: Dr. Stein, anyone else out and about this evening.
Content: A delusional, reluctant sociopath wandering the streets at night, convinced his new environs are just a new stage in an ongoing hallucination.
Location: An unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar city, made slick by recent rainfall.
Time of day: Late Evening.
Warnings: Unstable ( Read more... )
Content: A delusional, reluctant sociopath wandering the streets at night, convinced his new environs are just a new stage in an ongoing hallucination.
Location: An unfamiliar street in an unfamiliar city, made slick by recent rainfall.
Time of day: Late Evening.
Warnings: Unstable ( Read more... )
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She'd received a tip that there was a great amount of carnage outside the Latham Hotel a day ago, but a sudden turn in the weather left her seeking refuge, and that was... yes! That was very near here. So clearly, her scalpel -- and really, there was nothing special about it; just that it was hers -- should have been around here somewhere.
But, of course, trips like this rarely ended in a simple search and retrieval mission. Wasn't that always the case? Tricks and twists around every turn here in Manhattan. Perhaps a few twists too many, Fran thought as shock came over her face. The Professor certainly couldn't have made another...! And yet, there it was, the silhouette in front of her clearly showing a gentleman with some sort of bolt ( ... )
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Stein came to a stop, eyes narrowed yet unfocused upon the figure headed his way. He had grown tired of the illusions, the shadows of strangers, friends, even himself, pulling him every which way, all leading him only further into madness.
This however, was something new. He had never cared strongly for psychology, being far more interested in the sciences of the physical and the quite literally visceral, but the thing headed toward him looked as if it were some sort of Freudian reflection of himself, similar in many ways but clearly something else entirely.
"I need to find the door. I need to leave this place." He calmly spoke aloud with absent-minded indifference, expecting as little use from this new phantom as the ones before it, gently caressing the scalpel within his lab coat pocket for comfort.
"Have you seen the door?"
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Fran had seen more than a few new arrivals, but this gentleman that so reflected her was the strangest by far. Strange in the best way, of course. It was very rarely that she could deduce exactly what made someone tick from a glance. (Though, of course, she had no idea whether or not she was right; it was a fantastically good guess, though, to think that his composition was much like hers.)
"I suppose you're new here, then. Hello!" And by now she was within comfortable speaking distance. Close enough for Stein to see the scars and stitches on her face if he were to study her.
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"Us"? "New here"?
These things were irrelevant in Stein's other hallucinations, all, in one way or another, inwardly focused upon himself. The rules and playing field had changed once again, though such inconsistency was to be expected in the throes of psychosis.
The girl was close enough now for the strange, pale moonlight of this place to illuminate her features, confirming that the faint lines he saw in the distance were in fact errant stitches akin to his own. A brief glance was all he offered, his eyes slowly falling to the street.
What significance her appearance held eluded him. He wanted to rest. Hallucination or no, he was barely on his feet, his fragmented mind exhausted and spent from this ongoing ordeal.
"Hey....."
Shut up! She's just like the others, a trick, a trap, another twist in the maze. Walk."He trailed off briefly, almost rescinding any further attempt at communication. His options now, as he considered them, ( ... )
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