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halfbrokenwings

009[Audio]

Oct 21, 2011 12:58

[The sound of barely contained distress is coming from the journal. She was disturbed before, with all the faces of people she knew at the orphanage and the faces of the two friends she had left behind being snatched from here but, this? She could not handle this. She is in her room in the farthest corner, huddled against the wall with her wings ( Read more... )

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[audio] i am so sorry trollscream October 21 2011, 18:24:57 UTC

You know, I'm pretty sure pleading on here isn't going to do much of anything to stop it.

[audio] Don't be! 8D halfbrokenwings October 21 2011, 18:37:40 UTC

[A voice? One she doesn't recognize very well. But it is something real to cling to.]

I- don't know what else to do.

[A thought occurs to her.]

Can you h-hear the voices too?

[audio] trollscream October 21 2011, 18:45:16 UTC

I say just crush them all.

[Slight pause.]

Eh? Well, yeah. Not the most disturbing thing I've ever come across, though it does make me curious how exactly it's being pulled off.

They seem entirely organic, so I'm guessing illusion of some sort. A crush-able one.

[audio] omg this is so cute XD halfbrokenwings October 21 2011, 18:50:25 UTC

[That. Was a lot of pumpkins to crush. But, his solution was rather a practical one... she's a bit calmer even because of it.]

I do not think I c-ould crush them all, sir.

Are you crushing them?

[Is he why the pumpkins are screaming?]

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doctoral_bird October 21 2011, 20:28:02 UTC

Isabella? What is wrong? What voices?

[What voices indeed, as the first thing Malkus had even DONE before all of this was take his own pumpkin and dash it to pieces.]

Where are you?

[Concerned doctor is seriously concerned.]

halfbrokenwings October 21 2011, 20:33:41 UTC

[Familiar voice!]

M-Malkus? The pumpkins. They're talking to me. Saying terrible things. Pleading...

[She hiccups.]

My room.

[And not going to come out of her room either.]

doctoral_bird October 21 2011, 20:50:18 UTC

They are? That-...erm that's rather horrid. I-I shall be over there momentarily, please try not to listen to the vegetation.

[And off Malkus goes! Walking around aimlessly because he forgot to ask for her room number. Perhaps he will spot something to cheer her up? He thinks he sees her pumpkin off in the distance, looking silent and as pretty as ever.]

halfbrokenwings October 22 2011, 01:48:39 UTC

Alr-right.

[She's biting her lip and twisting the cloth in her lap.]

Please hurry.

[Company? Living body that she knows is not a figment of her imagination? Yes please!]

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comment spam :3 thii2ii22tupiid October 21 2011, 20:58:32 UTC

*He doesn't bother to respond to the journal, but as soon as Sollux finds this entry he drops everything and rushes over to Isa's room. He'll knock on the door but not wait for a response to try to open it.*

IB? Its me.

*He peeks in and swallows. Fuck, she was really in trouble here, wasn't she? He can't really stand to watch this...so without even thinking he rushes in and kneels down by her, putting a hand on her good wing. As careful as he can to not cause more pain.*

halfbrokenwings October 21 2011, 21:12:13 UTC

[She looks up at Sollux's voice, tears staining her face. This is what he lived with everyday?

When he kneels next to her and puts a hand on her wing and she's so very distressed that she'll be leaning forward to take a hug from him. She needs that hug. Keeps her from thinking she's gone completely mad.

She'll calm down in a few moments and when she does enough, she'll let him go. Brushing those tears away with a fist.]

Thank you. Thank you, Sollux.

thii2ii22tupiid October 21 2011, 21:16:24 UTC

*Sollux does his best to return that hug, though its somewhat awkward and stiff.*

Its okay, its just a trick, it'll go away.

halfbrokenwings October 22 2011, 01:46:46 UTC

[The relief she feels just from that awkward and stiff motion, goes beyond just appreciation. It was comforting. She'll let go and sit back, nervously fiddling with one of her feathers.]

Th-ey get so loud sometimes, and th-ey're saying such terrible things. Or begging. I can't even think s-straight.

[Like the one right outside her doorway, crying and screaming to be released. Or the one down the hall, shouting obscenities or the quieter one, whose voice sounds too near a voice from her own past. Calmly telling her that it will tear the wings from her body if she does not release him.]

It is not r-real?

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