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[patriotqueen]

He wasn't going to let this get to him. The wind blew a bit harder and the whispers kept going, persistent, just a bit louder, to demand attention. To demand surrender. But he wasn't going to. He wasn't bloody going to acknowledge this madness. He flinched as he saw a hand. He wasn't going to let any of these people near him either. He knew what

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[mama_bennet]

Spotting Mr. Burgess outside, Mrs. Bennet walked toward him happily. She was always happy to see her friend, although he did look unwell, possibly even ill.

"Have you eaten something that did not agree with you?" she asked with a mother's concern. "I find that a glass of milk always puts such things to right."

[patriotqueen]

Guy looked up in shock as he heard a voice and it took him several moments to register that it was Mrs. Bennet. He tried a charming smile and failed miserably. He rubbed his hands - still under the impression there must be blood.

Looking around he was more assured, he was back on the island.

"No, no. I'm just... It's nothing."

[mama_bennet]

As he was practically family, she admired Mr. Burgess's restraint. "If it is nothing, then it will surely pass," she said quickly. "Nothings often do, you know." She smiled and went on, because it was nothing. "If it does not pass, Dr. Maturin has given me a lovely herb that helps a great deal when my nerves are troubling me. I would be happy to share it with you."

[patriotqueen]

Guy stood up, checking once more to find that he was not bleeding. "That sounds like a very good plan."

[doctorcuddymd]

"Are you all right?" Cuddy recognized Guy, she remembered him from awhile back. Breaking into a quicker stride, she hurried up alongside him. He didn't look well.

[patriotqueen]

There was no blood. Guy looked at his hands in some shock. His hand had been in the barbed wire, he had felt the iron pricking his skin.

It hadn't been real. It had been this fucked up hallucination. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Will be." He said (lied?) to the somewhat familiar voice.

[doctorcuddymd]

That was a deliberately evasive answer, and Cuddy had seen it plenty of times. Her head tilted a little more in concern and she reached a supporting arm out to help.

"What happened?" she asked. Her first thought was that Guy must have just felt dizzy, but the weather wasn't that warm out.

[patriotqueen]

"I tripped." Guy said. But looking to the floor found nothing he could have tripped over. He then tried a charming smile. "Dear me. Drinking before lunch - I really oughn't."

[endlessdel]

She looked different, she felt different and it was worrying her. Whilst the rest of the Island seemed to be getting madder, she was getting saner and that scared her. How could she be the anthropomorphic personification of Insanity when she was no longer in charge of the ever growing population of crazies? They seemed to be popping up everywhere she went. Like now.

She could walk away, pretend she hadn't seen him but then she wouldn't be doing her job. No matter what people thought of her, she always looked after her own. "Hello? Are you alright?" Delirium asked, approaching him quietly as she looked over him with her mismatched eyes

[patriotqueen]

He looked up and those eyes for a moment seemed the most uncanny eyes a disgustingly blond soldier could ever have.

He then blinked, suddenly realising that the voice that spoke had been that of a woman and not a man.

"What? Who are you?" He asked, still wholly confused about the situation.

[endlessdel]

"Not who, what. That is the question- what am I?" Delirium said, correcting the man. "That's the eternal question though, what are we? Why are we here."

Delirium paused, staring at him sanely to see if he'd injured himself. Performing her duties was a lot harder since she'd gained a human body, everything was much more quieter and lonely without all the voices of the Insane. "I'm Delirium. Sorry," Delirium said appologising for her name as if it made a difference. "Are you? Alright, I mean. Do you want me to get you anything?"

[patriotqueen]

He snorted when she mentioned her name. The names people had in this place were sometimes too silly. Shadow, Delirium... some people just shouldn't breed if they're going to decide on such names. "I'm Guy."

After a slightly insulted look - he was decidedly not delirious - she corrected herself and he nodded lightly. "A drink, if you have it, would be wonderful."

[joie_devivre]

"... Guy?"

She just watched him run into nothing.

Literally nothing, stopped like there was a wall spell - something that didn't happen here. Shady shifted down from her tree, her brows furrowing. "What's wrong with you?" She reached down, offering him her hand to haul him to his feet.

[patriotqueen]

He was bleeding. That fence hadn't been there before. What was happening?

Then he heard a familiar voice - finally something he knew - and looked up.

"I tripped." He lied. "I think I must have..." He looked at his hands, still painful, that he had just seen wounded. Now there was nothing. "Oh." What the fuck was going on?

[joie_devivre]

She reached down for his hand, to pull him to his feet. "I was watching. You didn't trip." One eyebrow rose.

"... And you know it." Because he'd been running first, and... well.

[patriotqueen]

"I need a drink." He assessed evasively but truthfully. And Shady - his companion in wine production - was the right person to assess it to.

[alex_kerner]

Alex was still looking for further signs that he was or was not being watched. Anything would work, a bug, a hidden camera, a spy. When some guy almost ran into him before very suddenly stopping, Alex couldn't possibly guess that his searching had been answered or that a German was probably the last thing needed right now.

"What the fuck? Are you alright?"

[patriotqueen]

The accented voice didn't help. It caused Guy to think he was still hallucinating. He tried to move away from him, but his arm was far too painful. "Go away." He tried, trying to make the vision disapear.

[alex_kerner]

Shit. Someone else thought he was out to kill them just because of his accent. Alex lowered his voice and offered a hand to help the other man up. "Hey. It's ok. I am not going to hurt anyone. I promise."

[patriotqueen]

Suddenly the forest was more clear to him, his painful arm was no longer painful and the young man in front of him was just a young man and not a soldier.

Guy sighed, accepted the hand and stood up. Rubbing his head he looked around once more. They were all gone. "I'm sorry. Must have been miles away." He said, in an attempt to correct the fearful expression of seconds ago. It didn't work. He still sounded shaken up.