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[fishy_go_byebye]

Who: Delirium (fishy_go_byebye) and Legato (endthem) - OTA after that~
What: Crazy draws the Del~
When: Now! ish... Nowish.
Where: The prisons
Rating: This thread is not yet rated.
Notes: Actionspam and log both welcome.

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[endthem]

They liked to keep him crippled these days--either in body or in mind, depending on the day. Otherwise he always ended up hurting himself, they said. It was true enough, but he still found the logic somewhat backward. Maybe they were just possessive and wanted to do all the damage themselves.

Whatever the reasoning behind it, he found himself free to move tonight, but too addled to do much about it. He'd started out on his cot, but had somehow moved as far as the middle of his cell. He hadn't gotten much farther than that, however, before he gave up and just lay down on his back on the floor.

And so that was where he still was, without any real reason to move or energy to do it with.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Del looked down at him from the ceiling, head tilting to the side in a birdlike manner.

Why was Pointy down there. He looked loose. Usually the loose ones held a foot in either land. Realm. With Despair, she meant. Maybe. Sometimes she lost her meanings halfway through meaning them and had to give a new name to the line.

Back to the matter at foot. A floorbound Pointy.

[endthem]

First, there was Nothing, and there had been Nothing for a very, very long time.
Never had he been so cut off from everything until they had put him in this box, and that had been his entire world for months. No more irritating wonderful presences, connected to his mind in bushels of hundreds and thousands. All those lights had gone out when they'd first shut that door. It was like he had gone blind.

And then, all of the sudden, there was a very big SOMETHING, and it was staring down at him from the ceiling. The feel of it made his eyes fly open, deliriously, and he stared back at Del as if he'd just been dunked in cold water.

He wondered if she was really there.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Of course she was really there. Where else could she be? He did, after all, call to her. He had for a while. It had just taken time to wander down. Sometimes wanderings were even more meandering than just a bit of streaming steam.

Del stretched on the ceiling, her hair short, pink, and in her eyes as she looked at him. Everything about her defying gravity.

"I thought your eyes ate the message, but I remembered that his sunglasses had to hide teeth."