hello darkness, hello goodbye;

[soukahisoka]

Day: 21
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliff chainsaw_juliet, Matt loadsavedgame, Joshua naturalpuppy, Rin cutest_avenger, Reeve felis_fidelus
Summary: Hisoka is using his empathy to recover, if not his own memories, at least others' memories of him. At least that's something.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY/All day
Status: Open to those listed above, who replied to this post with an affirmative, and feel like logging

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Bright n' early bb 83

[chainsaw_juliet]

The poor, pretty little dear. Despite Hisoka's hazy memory, Grell could recall the boy quite extensively. Pale skin, small frame and mousy-brown hair. However, the boy's most stunning feature had to be his eyes, a green so bright they seemed almost unnatural- almost like Grell's own illuminated eyes. Though he was sure Hisoka's eyes didn't turn gold.

Giggling to himself, Grell cheerily stalked down the hallways before bursting into Hisoka's room.
"Hisoka~!" The redhead chirped, all smiles and teeth. "You wanted to see me?"

[soukahisoka]

The accent tipped Hisoka off right away. While Matt also had an English accent, his voice was flatter than Grell's, whose rollicking tones recalled some sort of wild hilly countryside blooming with colors in unreal shades, saturated greens and the most blood-soaked reds

[chainsaw_juliet]

"Of course I do! You were my very first friend here in this dreary place." He made himself quite at home, making the bed before sitting on it and delicately tucking one ankle behind the other as he placed his hands on his lap. "Come sit with me?"

"We got off to a shaky start you know." Grell explained, a pout on his lips. "We talked about our Divisions and our 'work-family'. I wanted to swap stories and give you a hug but you weren't quite keen on that."

"When I..." The smile wavered for a moment as Grell unbuttoned his shirt to show the barely healed stitching on his arm. "When they did this to me, you came to my room with tea and bandages. You took care of me when I was scared and you..."

A shy smile, not so full of mischief and sunshine.
"You told me a story until I fell asleep."

[soukahisoka]

Hisoka couldn't say he minded the bed being made, even if it was a bit high-handed of his visitor to up and do so himself. He sat beside Grell, fighting his instinctive need to move away, to keep a certain amount of distance. He would need to touch Grell for this to work, anyway.

But the things Grell was saying... Hisoka looked at Grell's face, reading what looked like vulnerability, what felt at least a little less like cheerful amusement than when Grell had walked in. Even though Hisoka couldn't imagine, the way he felt right now, talking to anyone about the Division, about the way he felt towards them, he believed the redhead. Even though Hisoka couldn't remember the last time he'd had a good cup of tea, certainly couldn't recall telling a story -- him? A storyteller? He was bad at talking to begin with -- he believed Grell because Grell felt like he was telling the truth

First rec;

[payback]

Rin wondered what the halls of St. Edelweiss felt to Hisoka sometimes. It was hard to imagine having a power of the kind he'd described, especially here, where so many people were constantly in pain or a state of despair or really furious with each other. It had to be painful, and it was that thought that facilitated her keeping her temper with Hisoka when he was at his rudest. If the place was bad enough for her dealing with her emotions alone, how much worse did it have to be for him, dealing with everyone's? It had to difficult for him, being buffeted and thrown around by the currents of other people's emotions. Whatever he was planning, the exhausted and slightly depressed state of mind she was approaching him in couldn't be the best feeling for him, but he'd asked, and she'd leave again, if he preferred that.

Getting to his room was only a moment. Once there, Rin tapped at the door. "Hisoka-san," she called, unnecessary though it might be. "It's Rin."

[soukahisoka]

Rin, who had come with Matt to provide Hisoka with proof of one possible reason why he'd been selected for this cruel and crippling therapy. Rin, a rare feminine voice of intelligence, concern, compassion... and a touch of churlish frustration over the intercoms. Rin. Hisoka remembered her, which made him sigh with relief.

"Come in," he called, standing as the door was opened.

[payback]

Hisoka looked much improved since she'd seen him last, which was a great relief - one less thing to worry about, that the next time she saw a friend he might be dead on his feet without the doctors even having to push him further. Rin relaxed just slightly, and allowed herself to smile at him.

He was such a familiar, important presence still, even under the present restrictions. And that he was planning, scheming away in his room, thinking of things to do? Ways to beat what they'd done to him? She felt proud of them for that, as ridiculous as it was. Proud and ridiculously hopeful.

"What do you need me to do?"

[soukahisoka]

Her pride in him took him by surprise, although a part of Hisoka that was starved for such things greedily drank it up. But she had arrived as said and gotten straight to the point with a directness Hisoka sincerely appreciated.

"This shouldn't take long," Hisoka began, unsure if he'd mentioned that or not. "Just think of memories you have that involve me. Any conversations, anything we've done together. Especially any strong emotions that you might have which are at all tied to those events. Discipline your mind and narrow your focus, and I shouldn't pick up anything more than what I'm looking for."

He took a breath, and a step forward towards her. "Touch helps. Anywhere will do. I've been using the hand or wrist." Too much touch, Hisoka had had quite enough for the day already, but he couldn't argue with the results. "Whenever you're ready."

first half of second rec; directly after dinner lockup

[loadsavedgame]

When it came time for lockup, he'd found himself being ushered out of the rec room for dinner, someone jogging at his elbow. He didn't get in trouble - apparently he wasn't anywhere he wasn't supposed to be, so he got up, spoke to Claire, telling her where he was going, that he had to go help Hisoka with his memory, assuring her that he'd be back, giving her hand a squeeze and then heading back to his room. He sat on the chair by the desk, ate his dinner, waited for the churning in his gut to stop, and then when the doors were unlocked again, he went out into the hallway.

He had a cigarette in the hall, eyes watchful to make sure there was no security, and when he finished, he walked just down the hallway to Hisoka's room, and gave a knock before pushing the door just a bit open, "Hisoka?" he asked, "It's Matt."

[soukahisoka]

"I'm here," Hisoka called. It was Matt, from the accent, a suspicion confirmed when the slight boy in the high-collared fur vest came through the door. It had been a difficult day. Beyond a difficult day. An impossible fucking day, and Hisoka had spent much of it feverishly recording what he'd managed to recover, in case he forgot half of it again tomorrow. Those scribbled pages were hastily shoved in a drawer as Hisoka turned to look at Matt.

"I appreciate your coming by," he said, a bit more formally than what was perhaps required. But Hisoka was weary and in pain, and hiding behind the formalities that had been drilled into him since he was small was easier than simply relating person to person.

[loadsavedgame]

He slipped inside, and closed the door behind himself, watching the boy as he moved inside the room. He looked tired, and Matt soothed his emotions down, a force of control that wasn't so familiar anymore. He leaned against the door, and watched him for a moment, head tilted, "No problem." he said, his voice low, eyes locked on the pretty, frail-looking boy who'd been so familiar and important just a few days ago and who he hardly knew now.

He pushed a hand back through his hair, exhausted in every way possible - physical, emotional, mental. But he forced a little smile, "So..." he started, his voice low and curious, "What are you up to over here?"

Matt bit his lip, then, feeling stupid, not really knowing what to say to him, so he hunched his shoulders, then dropped them, just looking at the floor, keeping himself calm.

[soukahisoka]

Matt didn't feel like much of anything at all except exhaustion, although there were things the English boy was trying to hide bubbling beneath the surface of that wanness. Hisoka frowned. "I thought you knew what I was up to," he said slowly. "You said you knew what I am, that you'd experienced it before -- right

REEVEY'S ROOM: CELL 26; afternoon

[soukahisoka]

It had been a busy day, and Hisoka's head was aching from the impact of all the memories he had already managed to absorb -- not to mention the impact of all those unwanted, irrelevant feelings and thoughts that those who'd helped him couldn't also help but feel, which Hisoka couldn't help but pick up.

He stopped in front of cell 26 after a tortuously slow progress down the hallway, and knocked upon the door. "Reeve?" he called quietly. "It's Hisoka. I'm here about earlier."

[felis_fidelus]

He was having a rare lucid moment when Hisoka came knocking, and Reeve was able to place the name without having to dig too hard through his shattered mind. "... door's open," he said, voice hoarse. "Let y'rself in. Kinda... can't make it up."

Which would be obvious as soon as the kid saw him, because really, bruises and cuts like that didn't go unnoticed. Neither did blood stains like the large one on the floor. If he hadn't been in so much pain, he might have considered making himself at least look presentable.

[soukahisoka]

Hisoka pushed the door open, and then stopped short in the doorway, mute at the sight. Reeve looked like nothing so much as a tattered doll in the form of a man, with a man's wry, weary almost-smile, that bled like a man judging from the pool on the floor, but could not possibly be a man, because how could a man sustain so much damage and continue to exist? Hisoka swallowed hard.

"If you're in this much pain, perhaps we shouldn't," Hisoka said softly. "I can... I can wait. It's been a trying time."

Not to mention the fact that Reeve's physical pain was going to taint every emotion and memory Hisoka was likely to pick up, like a splitting, staticky red overlay on it all. Just being in the room made his empathy feel crushing, like a blanket made of anvils and wrapped snugly close.

[felis_fidelus]

"S' always... a tryin' time, here," Reeve replied wryly, folding his good arm back over his stomach. "Won' hurt me t' talk. Promise."

He narrowed his eyes, getting a better look at the young empath who had come in. Supernaturally green eyes-- if Reeve didn't know better, he'd have thought them an unusual by-product of Mako exposure. A solemn face, and a soft voice that had a note of hesitance to it. Reeve sighed. "... if y'r... afraid... it c'n wait. But... t' be honest, 'm not sure if I'll be better 'r worse tomorrow. Depends. Rather give y' wha' y' need...." Stopping to catch his breath, he stared straight at Hisoka, a flicker of the determination that had kept him alive so far showing through. "Rather do it now, when I know I c'n do it."